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imagineredwood · 3 months

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Group HC - The Boys reactions to getting caught stealing your panties 👙

I know. I know. It’s terrible and gross and icky I KNOW 😭😭 but I saw HCs for another shows characters around this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head and it triggered the memory that this is actually canon for Juice and…yeah. Here we are 🧍🏻‍♀️

He’s not sorry. Or embarrassed. He loves you, loves everything about you. He thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread. He worships you and the ground beneath your feet. So why wouldn’t he steal your panties? They’re yours, and they rest against his most favorite part of you all day 🤷🏻‍♀️ He won’t apologize, not even when your face heats up and you cover it with both hands. On the contrary, he probably makes a show of taking one out of the secret pile and sniffing it. He’s nasty, and he knows regardless of how you feel about it, you know he does it out of love and devotion. So he’s ok with it. And he’s not gonna stop.

He’s ashamed. He knew he shouldn’t have done it. Felt weird and invasive, but he couldn’t help it. He just loves you so much, and he gets lonely when you’re apart, and it smells like you. What else was he supposed to do? He would never cheat, would never even dream of it. But the stress of the club gets to him, especially the more complicated things get, he just needs comfort and relief, and when he saw them laying there in the hamper, he snagged it without thinking. Then he couldn’t stop, even when he knew he should. Even goes as far as offering to take apart the washer saying that maybe the machine is eating them 👀 He apologizes, cheeks tinted red, eyes downcast and hopes you don’t hold it against him. He’ll ask before he takes them next time, scouts honor.

Like Angel, he’s not embarrassed. He just shrugs, telling you that you’re his girl and your pussy is his, so why can’t he just take them? 🙄 He buys you new pairs every now and then anyway. So he wants to smell you randomly throughout the day, whats the harm in that? He just misses you. And likes to look at the pair and reminisce about times he’s taken them off of you. Is that a crime? He even reaches into his kutte and pulls out the pair that he’s kept on him today to show that it’s no big deal, and they’re the ones from yesterday, you recognize.

He’s bashful, arguably, but not necessarily embarrassed. It’s more about getting caught than it is the actual act. Like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. He’s not sorry for taking them, he’s just sorry that it’s kinda awkward for you to find the stash. He laughs awkwardly, shrugging it off or trying to anyway. Explains that he just rarely gets time to himself, so he is uses them when he’s alone in Templo to get his mind right. That your scent calms him and helps his focus. He didn’t think you’d mind too much, he just also never expected you to find out.

He's not sorry in the slightest and he makes sure you know it too. He bought every pair anyway, what's the issue? He could buy you 30 pairs by lunch 🙄 He wasn't up from about it, no, but he also didn't necessarily hide it. It just wasn't entirely in the open. You're respectful and don't go through his stuff in his office so how would you have known he had an entire drawer of his desk with them all collected in there? You'll get over it, a few new lingerie sets will make sure of that.

The OG of panty stealing and sniffing himself. It’s canon after all. He just can’t help himself. You’re his moon and stars and he just can’t get enough of you. Even when you’re perched in his lap, cockwarming him, face nuzzled in the crook of his neck, it’s not enough. He needs to be in your skin. But he can’t. So stealing your panties is the next best thing. It’s a compulsion he can’t fight. God knows he’s tried. And he tells you as much. Lists all of the things he did first to try and not have to submit to that desire. But in the end it didn’t matter. He just needs to have your most intimate article with him at all times. Keeps He doesn’t want you to think he’s a freak but he also just need you to know how much he absolutely loves, adores, and worships you. He’ll even hand over the pair in his pocket if you ask him to.

He's nonchalant about it. It's just panties. You have a bunch more. Not like you were gonna miss them or something. He just loves you and likes to have something of yours that he can keep nearby when he misses you. One in his pocket, one in the sale bag of his bike tucked away hidden. His stash is dispersed, not because he was necessarily hiding them, but because there's one each place that will serve a purpose.

Also not embarrassed. Hits you with that famous smirk, his shoulders shrugging as you stare at him waiting for an answer. "Just miss you sometimes, Darlin'. Just somethin' to get me by." Like it's perfectly normal. He left you your favorite pairs after all. He only takes the ones you're not the biggest fan of, so you wouldn't notice as quickly. It's not a big deal, he can give them back. Sometimes he just needs to sit in the chapel with them over his face while he strokes himself before Church so he can make sure he has a level head before this important vote.

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saturnville · 6 months

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I have to be that person for a second. I have released 5-6 fics in the last two weeks. why? because I fed off the love and interaction I was given. when you take the time to appreciate and interact with writers AND their content, they're more enticed and more motivitated to produce more content. so as you prepare to ask a creator to feed you more content, ask yourself if you're taking the time to REBLOG, like, and comment on their work.

thanks again for your guys' support. it pulled me out of a writing slump <3

#thg #saturnville #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x black reader #peter parker x black reader #shuri x black reader #steve rogers x black reader #angel reyes x black reader #ez reyes x black reader #rio x black reader #jamie fraser x black reader #peter parker x reader #shuri x reader #rio x reader #ez reyes x reader #angel reyes x reader #miguel galindo x reader #miguel galindo x black reader

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hennyjwrites · 1 year

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HennyJ’s Baes: “You can’t handle this.”

Angel:

Angel was a pussy eating god. He had never met a pussy he couldn't eat for hours without drowning. Until he met you. Your hands were pulling at his hair as he raised panting. His beard was covered in your wetness, making it shine in certain spots. He looked from your smirk back to your pussy as he panted. His beard was covered in your wetness. “Fuck.” he whispered loud enough for you to hear. You giggled at his reaction to the ocean you had between your legs. “Told you, you couldn't handle it.” You laughed. Angel brought his finger downs to rub at your clit, making you wetter. Angel groaned as he got back down on his stomach to be face to face with your pussy letting you get your laughs in before he licked up your slit again and closed his mouth around your clit. He sucked harshly making you cry and grab onto his hair. He was trying to prove a point to you as he slid two of his fingers into you. He was trying to prove that he could handle it. You came with a loud moan as the gush of wetness flowed into his mouth. Angel brought his head up panting, with his beard soaked. He looked at your shaking form and smiled. “Since I can't handle this pussy, maybe I need to practice more.” With that, he dove back in still destined to prove you even more wrong.

Rio:

“What happened to all that mouth ma?” Rio asked. His voice was deep and slow as he thrust his fingers deep inside you. He was laid next to you with your legs spread over his. You couldn't speak as he hit that special spot inside you making your legs shake. You were so close and he could tell by the way you clenched around his long fingers. “Talk to me mama, lemme know who can handle this pussy?” He whispered in your ear. He was making you regret your words before you ended like this. Telling him that he couldn't handle your pussy was like challenging his manhood and he was working hard to prove his point. Your pussy fluttered around his fingers as you came around him, throwing your head back and arching your back upwards. “You can handle it, baby.” You moaned out quietly as your orgasm felt never-ending because he kept the steady pace going inside you. “I can handle it?” he clarified, slamming his finger directly into your spot. His voice was still the same as he looked down at the cream coating his fingers. “Yessss.” You drew out, legs shaking as he was bringing you to the edge again. You came again, legs shaking in overstimulation as you closed your legs. “Rio I can't.” You told him looking at his face. He smirked at you. “Nah I need to make sure I can handle this, open your legs darling”

Miguel:

Miguel knew from the moment he met you, you were gonna be trouble. He just didn’t know your pussy would cause him so much distress. “Cmere, my love I just want to talk to her.” Miguel begged, pulling you closer to the bed and of course you let him. He didn’t waste any time as he pulled your panties off, watching the wetness from your pussy leave a trail. “Oh you missed papi didn’t you?” He spoke directly to your pussy before attacking her with his mouth. Your back arched as you slightly giggled from the shock of his mouth. He sucked and licked like his life depended on it. He pulled away, smirking already. “She tried to keep you away, but she knows she can’t resist me either.” He spoke to her again. “Miguel, it's only been 12 hours.” You whined at the contact of his tongue swiveling your clit. He pulled away looking at you. “Longest 12 hours of my life.”

Erik:

“Fuck!” Erik hissed, pulling out of you again. He watched his nut mix in with your wetness and leak out of you. You smiled to yourself. You made him nut under 5 minutes. “Erik it’s ok baby.” You consoled him. “You just can’t handle all this.” You smirked in a condescending voice, already knowing how this was gonna end. Eriks eyes snapped to yours. You had him fucked up. He wasn’t finna go out as a minute man. “Shut the fuck up.” He spoke, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Erik was already hard as he guided himself back into your pussy. You were already making it hard for him. Pussy was so fucking wet and it gripped him like some tongs. Erik didn’t waste any time and thrusted into you hard, making you lose your breath. “Think I can’t handle all this thick shit. Girl Imma show you.” He whispered as he put one leg up in the beg, and grabbed the back of your hair, wrapping it around his hand. One leg up, one hand on the frontal and boom! A few more thrust, hard and good thrust, had you nutting all over his dick. You tried to pull away but Erik pulled you back. “Nah, bring that ass back.”

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sogoodtoheritsvicious · 1 year

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new and improved list

Hi and for the love of God hello 👋🏼 I’m very happy to announce that i’ll be adding the Ted Lasso characters to the list! Feel free to hit up my ask box if you have a request or just want to talk about the boys or any of the shows i’m writing for <3

Requests: Open

Characters i write for:

- Ted Lasso

• Ted Lasso

• Coach Beard

• Roy kent

• Jamie Tartt

• Dani Rojas

• Richard Montlaur

• Sam Obisanya

• Isaac McAdoo

• Thierry Zoreaux

• Jan Maas

• Moe Bumbercatch

• Will Kitman

• Rebecca Welton

• Keeley Jones

- Mayans Mc

• Angel Reyes

• Ez Reyes

• Coco Cruz

• Nestor Oceteva

• Bishop Losa

• Neron “Creeper” Vargas

• Hank Loza

• Michael “Riz” Ariza

• Gilly Lopez

• Miguel Galindo

- Sons of anarchy

• Jax Teller

• Juan “Juice” Ortiz

• Opie Winston

• Happy Lowman

• Filip “Chibs” Telford

• Herman Kozik

• Alexander “Tig” Trager

What i take requests for:

• Headcanons

• Preferences

• Would Includes

• Most likely Tos

• Mood boards/Povs

What i do not take requests for:

• Smut

• Self harm of any kind - Talking about the reader having a mental illness is fine but i’m not comfortable writing about them harming themselves

• Reader being related to any of the characters on the list

• Toxic relationships - We’re all about healthy, loving relationships in this house!

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ficnation · 2 years

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𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐌.𝐂. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

♡ - fluff

● - angst

❧ - platonic

✿ - gender neutral reader

➼ - male reader

🍓 Imagines 🍓

600 WORDS>

☠︎︎ OBISPO “BISHOP” LOSA

Loss ●/♡

☠︎︎ EZEKIEL "EZ" REYES

Lying in Blood ●

Shadow of a Broken Heart ●/❧

☠︎︎ JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ

Double Trouble

Summary: When you and Letty get in trouble, you go to the only person that can help you out.

☠︎︎ MICHAEL “RIZ” ARIZA

The Hook of Attraction

Summary: Riz meets the newest girl at Vicki's. He's instantly hooked by your presence.

☠︎︎ NERON “CREEPER” VARGAS

Love Seed

Summary: Neron gets comfortable at Vicki's with a certain someone. Their connection blossoms.

☠︎︎ MIGUEL GALINDO

Consolation

Summary: After his son is kidnapped and his marriage with Emily takes the strain, Miguel seeks you out.

🍓 Series 🍓

☠︎︎ ANGEL REYES

“She” (ongoing!)

Chapter 1: The Comfort She Brings ●

Chapter 2: The Guilt She Bears ●

Chapter 3: The Desire She Stirs ♡/●

Chapter 4: The Love She Holds ♡/●

Chapter 5: The Secrets She Keeps

Chapter 6: The Pain She Endures

Summary: You are the bearer of bad news and the bringer of comfort. You are the reminder of his past and the hope for a better future.

☠︎︎ VARIOUS!

The Heart Wants What It Wants (ongoing!)

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po3ticb3auty · 2 years

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REKINDLE CH 2

Who knew coming back to Santo Padre would bring you so many memories and rekindle an old flame.

Miguel x Black Reader x Angel Reyes

A/N: This has been in my head for the LONGEST!!! Due to the way the show is going this fic will not follow it. Miguel and Angel are not brothers. However, they do still work together via the MC and Cartel.

Word Count: 1.1K

WARNINGS: Angst, Cheating, Pregnancy, Cursing, SMUT eventually, Divorce, Kidnapping, Retaliation, Blood

DNI 18+ ONLY

What am I some glorified gopher?, the prospect retorted.

“As long as the patch says prospect you do what you’re told”, joked the skinnier one donned with curly yet stringy black hair.

As he walks towards the bar the other stockier version of him joined him. While you and hope are doing a beer count and placing them in the chiller.

“Okay, doll so these are the ones Obispo likes where as these are the ones that the rest of the crew drink.”

“Ah, so do we make mixed drinks cocktails things of that nature?” You question.

“Girl, you’re an actual bartender but yes we do it all here.”

“Sweet, okay well let’s see if I can keep up it’s pretty rowdy tonight.”

“Oh this, this is nothing, wait until you see the patch party,” Hope begins to chuckle.

“Patch party what is that?”

You looked around and Hope had begun to make a few orders. With your backside towards the bar you didn’t notice the slight drum of fingers on the smooth wooden bar.

What caught your attention was the slight whistle with the whisper of “mama”

As you turn around you are met with the kindest pair of brown eyes both with a flick of gold and green as his lips curled up into a smile. While placing your palms on the bar top you noticed his patch, “Hola, el secretario,” you said with a smile.

“Well hello, you. Do you have a name?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Will you tell me?”

“How can. I help you, el Secre-“

“Angel, call me Angel, sweetheart.”

“Ayo boy scout and lover boy our bottles are empty,” yelled the table full of Mayans.

The one with the Prospect patch laughed and took the bottles back to the table and then there was just you and Angel, or Lover Boy, as the table of Mayans called him.

As you leaned further on the bar your red shirt began to expose more of you supple plump catching the eyes of all those who could see what Angel’s body did not cover.

His eyes began to wonder while his hand moved its way to replace a coil that slipped from your bun. You could feel the heat of the onlookers as your face began to warm.

“You still have yet to tell me your name.”

“I don’t see a reason , you can call me…what was it earlier..ah yes, mama.”

He smirked and walked back to the table full of men. Finally free of his gaze you began to clean the bar and service other members as the night carried on. You watched as Hope started doing shots with the bikers and was in awe as how she was knocking back drinks the size of those same men. Unbeknownst to you, those same brown eyes with a fleck of gold and green, made it his business to not take his eyes off you. It was to the point that one of the guys had to nudge him out of his fixation.

“Yo, earth to Lover boy, you playing this round or not?”

“Johnny Coco hush can’t you see he’s eyeing the prize?, said the Prospect.

Still in a daze as his eyes roamed over your body admiring how you face lit up with each and every encounter at the bar as if it was your sole duty to make sure they left the bar with an everlasting impression on the aura you were blessed with. His eyes began to wonder again this time lower to your breast noticing the slight rise and fall as you carried a conversation with Taza and Hope. As he began to get up from his seat, one of the M.C. girls took heed of his movement and placed her hands on his chest.

“Hey Nails,” he said with a smirk.

“Hey you,” she replied placing a peck on his cheek.

Darting his eyes back towards the bar he watched as you began chatting up Bishop as well, wondering what you too could possibly be talking about that had you so engaged and smiling.

“Hello earth to Angel, are you listening?

“Sorry, what were you saying?

“We,” pointing to her friend with the low cut and red lips, “we, want to know if you’ll be stopping by tonight or should we carry on without you?

As he brought his bottle to his mouth and realized it was empty, Angel cleared his throat and stood up, “Maybe, depends on how this talk goes with Bishop. But don;’t wait up.” He pecks her cheek and walks away.

(Y/N) , so a s a heads up, Miguel knows about you being here, someone saw you at the airport, when I picked you guys up earlier this week, whispered Bishop as he scanned the room.

Almost stopping you in your tracks, you swallowed before responding, “Who saw?, you questioned with a smile.

“I think it was Nestor or Dita, not really sure but Galindo did reach out and instructed me to keep you safe. So for the love of God, please leave Angel alone this isn’t something well, someone you need to be involved with.”

“Papi, I’m old enough to make my own decisions and why does every man in my life get the task of making sure I’m safe? Like make it make sense.”

Making his way to the bar you lock eyes with him causing him to smile and Bishop to give you a glare of warning as he left the bar and went back to the shadows.

What was it that made him so…magnetizing and why was Bishop cockblocking, mores who saw you and why hasn’t Miguel popped up yet.

Being brought from your thoughts as Angel placed his hand on yours was a comforting sensation, until you saw Nails behind him glaring in your direction.

“I see you have a fan club,” you say with as smile as you removed your hand and returned to cleaning the partly empty bar.

“Oh, them, let’s just say we had something planned but my interest lies elsewhere for some reason.”

Once again his hand finds its way back you this time, slowly rubbing his thumb over it as he locked eyes with you and shot you a half smile.

“Now I see why they call you lover boy.”

“Naw, it’s not like that,I mean I get around so to say BUT for the right one I’d throw all the crumbs away for the whole cookie.”

“That was lame-“

“Hey we have to go Bishop is calling a meeting and the girls are heading home,” announced the Prospect.

“Ard, let me finish up here Oh and EZ this is love..I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You stuck your hand out and EZ swatted it away. “We hug around these parts little one,” he said with a smile worth their weight in gold.

“Love, little one, jeez just slap on the nicknames why don’t you,” you laughed causing more attention than needed in the now empty is bar.

All of a sudden felt warmth behind you, “My bad,” Angel said as he slid behind you making sure he grazed your butt to cop a feel and head to the templar.

You pushed him in his chest and slipped your number in his pocket.

“Use it, don’t use it,” you said with a wink as you returned to finish cleaning the bar.

Minutes went pass and you before you knew it, Bishop was walking you out the bar as you waited for your uber home.

“Hey Bish, any update on Miguel and what not?” You asked looking around to make sure no one heard you.

While lighting his joint, he sighed, “So far no news on who saw you all I know is that my head is on the chopping block via El Padriño or Miguel if anything happens to you or his son.”

He passed the joint to you as you sighed “I wanted to do this on my own, like how does he even know that we’re here!”

“Just relax, it’s okay, he might not be on his way anytime soon. All he did was tell me to make sure you’re okay, he didn’t ask about Miguelito.”

Sighing with relief, “that’s one thing I don’t need him to find out not yet anyway. Only Dita, you, and my father knows.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah.”

“Who does he think his father is?”

“A businessman, he’s seen photos of him buts that about it.”

Cracking his knuckles, Bish ashed out his l before departing.

“I’ll do what’s needed when the time comes but for the love of everything avoid ANGEL.”

“Sir, I know his type, you should be more worried that I’m not going to break him.”

With that Bish watched you walk away, he looked to the sky, “Sis, she's just like you.”

TAGGED: @marissawatupgriffin

#Miguel x Black Reader #Mayans MC AU #Mayans MC #Angel X Black Reader #Mayans MC x Black Reader #Angel Reyes x Black Reader #Miguel Galindo x Black Reader

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mrsamaroevans · 2 years

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HELP A WRITER

Hey tumblr.

I need help from people in the United States and England pleeeeease!!

Ok... Soooo HOW DOES COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY WORKS IN YOUR COUNTRIES?

I'm sooo confused.

Like, I'll explain how it works in mine:

We get out of high-school at 17 or 18 (it all depends on the high-school plan you choose), then we go to, the literal translation would be university to study whatever we want (vet med, medicine, laws, graphic design, architecture, marketing... Etc). Like if I had't drop out Vet School when I was 19, I would have been a fully graduated Vet at 23.

I'm confused with this because in SVU I've heard that people go to college (like the most famous in the show, Hudson), and then they say that on the fall they're going to like... Oxford... Or Yale... Or any other with big names to study laws or medicine or Idk.

So...

HOW DOES THAT WORK?

I also saw it in Pitch Perfect. They all are in college (that in spanish that is also translated like universidad-university) right? And then, there's this girl that says that she's been accepted at vet school...

How does that work? I'm so confused.

All of this happens like in USA, but I'm also curious to know how does it work in England and other countries if you like to share.

I've been doing google research but it doesn't help me to understand. I'm writing a book and it would be really nice if you help me. It also will help me at writing my fanfiction.

Thaaaanks!!

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blackmissfrizzle · 2 years

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I’ll Take Your Man(s)- 11

Part 10

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Characters: Miguel Galindo x black!reader, EZ Reyes x black!reader

Summary: You become aware of how bad Miguel is spiraling.

Warnings: TW: Suicide, Insensitivity/ Malice towards suicide

It was a Saturday morning and you had absolutely nothing to do. All your schoolwork was done, your boss forbade anyone from working on the weekend, and EZ was out with the club. So, you decided to give some people a visit.

If it weren’t for the key EZ made you then you wouldn’t be inside of his dad’s house. Felipe’s was quite uneventful. Whatever was going on, he was still in his deep depression. Unlike Angel, you didn’t know what was going on. The brothers did, but they refused to speak to you about it. There were too many secrets from everyone.

After Felipe’s, you broke into Angel’s place. His place was just as messy as his dad’s. You tried to empathize with him, but the loss of a child was so much different than the loss of a parent. Especially a child he never got to meet. In your honest opinion, he was doing a pretty good job holding up. He slept around before the baby. You just wished he figured out how to use condoms as you passed the box full of them. These dudes act like STIs don’t exist.

Finally, during your afternoon, you had contact with someone. You went to Marcus’ house to bring him some cookies you baked the night before. As you two talked two kids ran by, one boy and one girl. The only child he had was his daughter.

“You adopted?” You furrowed your brows. Upon further inspection, you could tell the boy had Down Syndrome.

God bless Santi, Marcus thought. The young boy and Tessa came to talk to you. This gave him time to think of a lie.

As the kids talked, you kept an eye on Marcus. He was hiding something and you wouldn’t let up.

Finally, the kids went to go play a game, which gave you time to drill Marcus.

“It’s none of your concern, YN.” Marcus snapped. Honestly, it wasn’t out of loyalty to Miguel that kept him from telling the truth. It was shame. Working for a cartel boss came with a lot of dirty deeds, but watching Miguel kill Paco over his mother’s death was something that shook him. Maybe it was old age or maybe he was finally getting a conscious. Either way he didn’t want you to look at him differently.

But then it hit him, you were the answer. Not Emily, not Monserrat, not some crazy revenge plan, but you. The most peaceful Miguel has been when he was with you. After your visits, he wasn’t as depressed. There was light at the end of the tunnel.

“He’s Paco’s son.”

“Oh, you’re just babysitting. Why didn’t you just say that?” Why was everyone being so weird?

Marcus shook his head. “We took him in.”

“What went down?” Nothing during your visits with Miguel alerted you of something going down. Quite frankly the Galindo cartel seemed to not to be as active as before.

“Miguel.” Marcus whispered. “Miguel shot him.”

You shook your head. Paco was in the close circle of guards. There’s no way Miguel would kill him.

“He did.” Marcus had no one to talk to about this. His wife was a no go and Nestor was out of the question, and Bishop had his own shit to deal with. You gave him the perfect opportunity to let this out. “He blamed Paco for Dita being able to get away. He’s unhinged, princesa.” Marcus contemplated if he should say more. Hell, he let out some already, might as well go all the way. “He killed Dita’s therapist.”

No way any of this could be true. You would know if something like this would have happened. “Nah, Miguel wouldn’t have. He’s grief stricken, but he wouldn’t go that far.”

Izzy called Marcus to join her and the kids for lunch. “You know it is.” He stood up and squeezed your shoulder. “He just knows how to hide it around you. Talk to him. At this point, only you can save him.”

After that conversation, it was like you were a zombie. You were just going through the motions of the day, but somehow that had you at the therapist’s office.

“Hi, I wanted to know if Dr. Alma was taking in any new patients.”

The receptionist gave you a sad smile. “Unfortunately, she’s not and probably not for a while. She’s missing.”

The young woman could barely control herself. This told you that the therapist had to be “missing” for quite some time.

You gave her your prayers and walked back to your car. Marcus was right. People in this town don’t go missing. They either leave or they got killed and the latter happened to Dita’s therapist. Were you so enraptured in your relationship that you didn’t notice Miguel’s warning signs? Didn’t matter now, but you were gonna fix all of that.

Miguel didn’t go out much these days, so you had to go to his house which meant Emily was there too. What you didn’t expect was her annoying little sister. Both of them thought you were the other woman and were giving you a hard time when you requested to see Miguel.

“If I was the mistress, I would be fucking on your bed you share with your husband, Emily. This is a business call anyway or I wouldn’t have come. Trust, I did not want to see your face.”

“YN?” Miguel came out of his office. You were a most welcomed sight. Seeing you in his kitchen made it seem like you belong there, like this should be your home instead of some RV parked in a scrap yard.

“I needed help on a case. I was wondering if I could ger your opinion?”

“Of course.” Miguel ignored Erin’s mean mug and Emily’s displeasure. The only happiness that mattered was yours and his son’s.

Even his office was different. Everything in the house felt cold. You thought it was because of Emily, but Miguel was the cause of it too. He lost his flame when his mother died.

“What can I help you with?” Miguel leaned against his desk and held your hand. Reyes didn’t know what gift he had.

“I actually lied about work, so your wife and her chihuahua of a guard dog could leave me alone.”

Miguel couldn’t stop laughing. Leave it to you to make him have his first real laugh in a while. “Then what is it about?”

“Um, did you know that Marcus is taking care of Paco’s kid?”

Miguel dropped your hand and sat behind his chair. Not the conversation he was looking for. “Someone’s running their mouth.”

“I went to visit and saw the kid. Do you know he has Down Syndrome?”

“Tragic, but none of my business.” Miguel was the definition of indifference. He could feel nothing for the man who was supposed to protect his mother.

Wow. Even with all your conversations, you never saw this side of Miguel. This was the monster EZ warned you about. “None of your business that you turned an innocent child into an orphan?”

“YN, none of this concerns you. Drop it.”

Oh, Miguel Galindo had you fucked up. You weren’t one of his soldiers he could order around, and you weren’t Emily. “Fuck no! You’re out here murdering people! For what? So, you can have someone to blame? There’s no one to blame! Dita committed suicide!”

Miguel slammed the table causing papers to fly. “Watch your mouth!”

“Or what?” You stepped to him toe to toe. “You gonna shoot me and bury me in the desert?! Miguel Galindo can’t get his way, so he kills to get it!”

Miguel had too much love and respect for you to put his hands on you, but God wasn’t he tempted. “You are not my wife! You are not anyone to me! You’re just a slut that opens her legs for married men. Therefore, your opinion is irrelevant. And I suggest you get your nose out of business that you shouldn’t be in. Now go back to your convict and play house.”

One thing you refused to do is cry. That man can never know that he put a chink in your armor, but he is gonna feel this fury.

You threw a punch so powerful that it made Miguel go to his knees. “Remember I’m the slut you were willing to leave your wife for and you only had a sample. Don’t worry, when you off yourself like your mother I won’t be in your business either.”

Miguel was too stunned to speak. All he did was watch you walk out for a second time, breaking his heart.

Again, Ice Queen tried to get in your ass, but you dreaded that shit. “Ask him about Paco and Dr. Alma. Get your husband in check before he spirals any further.” You took the bottle of vodka she was holding and drunk a bit of it. “You’ll need more of that if you’re gonna deal with him.”

You sped over to the clubhouse. Without Chucky, they left upkeep to hang arounds. Ole faithful, Nails was there. You tried to warn her that Angel wasn’t ready for a relationship, but she seemed to be falling for him.

“Hey, Step. Go home, I got this.”

“Respectfully, no.” She bumped your hip once you got behind the bar. “You look like you need company.”

Ezekiel’s, but she would do for now. God, now you felt like Angel.

The two of you got the place clean in no time. During that time, Nails asked you about Angel. He abruptly ended things with her.

Focusing on her problems was a great distraction. You needed it or all you would dwell on is Miguel’s words.

Finally, you two finished so you sat on the steps of the RV. The sounds of engines flooded your ears. Soon you saw your boyfriend, smiling joking around with his brother.

“Oh man, what did you do? Did you leave the toilet seat up again?”

EZ elbowed him. “That’s all you. Anyways, we were real good this morning.”

“Or you were? I’m sure thirty seconds isn’t enough for YNN.”

EZ pushed him. “Whatever man. Lemme see what’s up.”

“On a serious note, give her my love.”

EZ patted Angel’s back and jogged over to you. It didn’t take long for him to figure out you were upset. When has it ever? But he hasn’t seen you this disturbed in a while.

“Hey baby.” He kissed the crown of your head before joining you on the steps. “Couldn’t wait to see me?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, I came to see the prospect.” You winked at him.

“Don’t make me give him more shit than he already has.”

“Fine.” You weaved your fingers with his.

EZ kissed your hand. Your whole demeanor had him on alert. What kind of trouble could you be in? “What’s up?”

You shrugged it off. He would just fuss at you for talking to Miguel. Actually, for punching him. He would lose his shit and then the whole MC would be on your ass despite all the crap they’re going through. “Nothing, just missing you is all.”

EZ tilted his head. He wasn’t letting this go. Something was truly wrong. “YN. Talk to me.”

The authority in his voice tore down your wall. “Um, I had a disagreement with Miguel.”

Was this jealousy or concern that washed over EZ? He couldn’t tell. All he knew he was damn territorial over you and wanted you to have nothing to do with Miguel.

It did tear him apart that you still had such a strong connection to this man that once was his romantic rival. Miguel Galindo seem to follow him in all his romantic endeavors and EZ was tired of it. He got Emily, you were all EZ’s. He even stopped seeing Emily as a friend and left her all to Miguel. Why couldn’t Miguel do the same?

He fought to stay neutral. “What happened?”

You began wincing, because you knew he would freak out once you started telling your story. “Well,” You only got to the part where Marcus told you what was going on due to EZ’s abrupt interruption.

“Tell me you didn’t.” He shook his head. EZ knew you did it. For some reason, you thought you could fix everyone. Didn’t you know that no one can fix Miguel Galindo? For Jesus Christ, he killed an innocent child and left the charred body in middle of town. There’s no intervention or redemption for someone like that. However, you wouldn’t believe it. It was that damn optimism you inherited from your mom.

“We can stop it there.”

EZ waved his hand, telling you to continue on.

This part was harder than the rest. Your eyes remained on the ground as you retold the events. Every once in a while, you would glance at EZ once you felt the anger emitting from him. “And then I punched him then said once he kills himself that I wouldn’t be in his business.”

It was complete chaos inside of Ezekiel’s brain. He was concerned for you, but also for him and Angel as well. Would Miguel retaliate at you? It sounded like it was possible. From your account he seemed deranged. Was he just a loving son refusing to believe his mother would commit suicide? Or did he have a genuine reason other than denial to investigate? Did this mean he suspected murder? Did he suspect him and Angel? All of that ran in his head.

“Are you gonna say something?” This was uncharacteristic. You were expecting him to yell at you, but he was just sitting there not saying one word. Is this the quiet before the storm? Oh my god, is he so angry that he won’t say anything? Hey, at least it would make for great makeup sex later.

Finally, everything combusted. EZ jumped from the stairs and stared down at you. “Why would you do something so dumb?! He could kill you! This would have been a risk if he wasn’t off his fucking rocks, but now the probability of him killing you is exponential.”

“Someone had to say something!”

“And that someone had to be you?!”

“Yes!”

“He has a wife!”

“He doesn’t talk to her.”

“That’s none of your concern. Emily is his wife, and you are my girlfriend. We hold no obligations to them. I don’t want you to see him anymore!”

See the thing about telling you to do something backfires when you were already about to do it. Something in your brain signaled that as ‘time to be petty’

“Or what?” Seems like you got to bring another man down a notch. “You gonna hit me or something? Oops, already happened.” During a fight with some military bitches, EZ accidentally pushed you out the way too hard causing you to bleed.

EZ sighed “It was mistake, YN.” He tried to come towards you, but you sidestepped him.

“Yeah, just like this conversation. I’ll talk to you later.” You went straight for your car, not looking back once.

Angel came out once he saw your car drive off. Everyone inside the clubhouse heard raised voices, but they couldn’t figure out what was being said even after they turned off the radio. “So, you did do something.”

EZ said nothing as he pushed Angel inside of his trailer. “We got a major problem.”

“You messed up so bad that she ain’t gonna come by and clean for me anymore?!” Angel knew about your little break-ins into his house. He should give you a key, but deep down he loved the feeling of someone going through hoops to show their love for him.

EZ pointed his finger in his big brother’s face. “1, you gonna stop using my girl as labor and 2, she went to confront Galindo about killing Paco and his mother’s therapist.”

“Hold up, does Galindo suspect something?” Angel crossed his arms. Great another shit pile to add to his shit pile.

“I don’t know man. From the things she’s told me, it just sounds like he’s in a depression and spiraling. If he had any information that it was anything but she would have had an inkling. This just sounds like he’s in deep denial.”

Angel looked at his poor brother. He seemed in distress. He knew that EZ was worried about you and didn’t want to add on to that, but there was only one way to keep tabs on this situation. “YNN should keep talking to him. I’m sure she tells you about the talks and you can see if Galindo is on to us.”

“No fucking way Angel!” Ain’t gonna happen. Not on his watch.

“Come on!” Angel did his best to keep his voice down. “This will be our only way in.”

EZ sat triumphantly on the bed. “Even if I would let this happen, it couldn’t. She punched Galindo and left him with some not so nice words.” He retold Angel everything you told him about the argument with Miguel.

Angel whistled. “She’s cold man. That’s why Galindo likes her. It’ll be fine. I’m thinking he’s on his spoiled rich kid shit. Plus, we got other shit to worry about than this right now.”

They really did. This plan to dethrone the other kings was exhausting. “Okay man,” EZ clapped his hand and watched him walk out. He laid down in bed, staring at the ceiling, hoping and praying none of this digging Galindo is doing will lead back to him.

#ez Reyes #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x black!reader #Ezekiel reyes #ezekiel reyes x reader #ezekiel reyes x black!reader #Miguel Galindo #miguel galindo x reader #miguel galindo x black!reader #black!reader #I’ll take your man(s)#I’ll take your mans #frizzlefic #mayans mc #mayans #mayans fanfic

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berberriescorner · 2 years

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Hey just wondering do you know anyone else who writes for Mayans MC with a black reader? I love the show and your stories I have you blackmissfrizzle (sorry if I spelt it wrong), shewritesinblackandwhite (also sorry if I spelt it wrong) and yourself

Sorry this took me awhile to respond. I wanted to tag all these amazing writers master list, but some wouldn’t let me post. Here are a few lovely people that write black reader Mayans fics. I tagged both their name and master list💓:

@brattyfics

@breanime

@superhoeva

@tomhardydallasstarsgirl

@samwilsonsbabymama

@crushed-pink-petals-writes

@blessedboo

@calif0rnia-lovers

@joannasteez

@hennyjwrites

@hihellogoodbyebruh I would’ve tagged your master list but I couldn’t get the link to post. Sorry lovely🥺💓.

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years

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A True Love II

Gif credit @angels-reyes.

Requested by many. Originally requested by @writerwithasoul.

Hope you all enjoy. Thanks for all the love and support. ❤

Taglist @nocturnalherb16 @jesseswartzwelder. @leaalfred. @tranqs-main-mami. @mayans-mc. @baylishh. @twistnet. @writerwithasoul. @glimmerglittergirl. @lovebennycolonmiguelgalindo. @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @withmyteeth (for some reason its not letting me tag you) @miss-nori85 . @spnaquakindgdom. @mrsmarvelous1995. @ilovetaquitosmmmm

Stepping out of the limousine, Miguel offered his hand and you took it. You didnt want to ruin his evening. He wrapped your arm around his and smiled going into the building.

This wasn't your scene at all. All these rich clients of his and their wives. But you did love the dress.

Miguel wanted to show you off and he did. Every man he talked to you were by his side. He would let you wonder around to talk to the wives but he never let you out of his sight.

"Sweetie, I'm going to the ladies room. I'll be right back". You kissed his cheek.

His hand on your wrist tightened. "Hurry back. Dont make me come look for you". He whispered in your ear, disguising as a kiss to your cheek.

You nodded and headed off to the restroom, quickly. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. He knew. He definitely knew.

Calming yourself as you entered the bathroom. Fanning yourself to get the heat from your cheeks to go away. The lump in your throat seemed to becoming up in your mouth. Oh God you were going to be sick.

Then the door swung open. You had a feeling it was going to be him. You just knew it. But that sweet husky laugh made your heart quiet down and relax.

"Now babe, you are looking incredible". Angel came in all cocky with a wink.

You flung your arms around him. You were so happy to see him. That is was Angel and not Miguel.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in"?

"Made a few friends in the kitchen. You know what they put in that sushi roll everyones eating? Dick hairs. They're just cutting them from their crotches. Tasty". Angel laughed but looked at you seriously, when you weren't laughing.

"What's wrong"?

"He knows. Miguel knows. I dont about you but he knows that I'm seeing someone and I saw them today". You practically screamed but it came out so quietly. Your nerves getting the best of you.

"How"?

"He knows what lingerie I bought. Down to the color and which one I didnt get". You let out a puff of air. Trying to calm your nerves, your hands trembled as you paced the bathroom.

"Okay. You have to leave with me. It's the only way to keep you safe".

"I can't. My family".

"That's why I'm here. I found your family. They're at the club house. Sipping tequila and talking about Coco's weirdness". Angel laughed.

You grabbed Angel by the face. Looking him dead in the eyes, his eyes grew wide and he was a bit taken back. "You're not playing me, right"?

"No. They're there. I swear. So you coming or what"?

You were in shock. You didnt know rather to scream for joy or kiss Angel.

You chose to kiss Angel. Screaming would draw attention. "Thank you so much". You said as you attacked his lips.

"You're welcome. Damn, I'm going to surprise you more often". He chuckled as you pushed him into a stall.

"Unbuckle your pants". You said out of breath as you hiked up your dress.

"Here? Now, of all places"? Angel didn't mind the rush of having someone come in and catch you two but the idea of having Galindo come in and kill him. That had him worried.

"We'll be quick". You closed the door and leaned against it. Opening your legs up for Angel, showing the black lace panties. He licked his lips and said fuck it. His pants were down in seconds.

Angel pulled your panties aside and pushed himself in ruffly, making you both moan. He held onto the door, his knuckles turning white. While you wrapped your legs around him. God, this man filled you so well, stretching your walls and making you ache for him when he wasn't inside you.

"Fuck, you're so amazing". He said as he kissed down your chest. Your breasts very plump thanks to the dress.

"I love you so much, Angel". Your hand went to his hair. Tangling your fingers in it.

"Mrs. Galindo". A voice made Angel stop his thrusting and have panic in his heart. He didn't bring anyone for backup so he was on his own if anything went down.

Angel shook his head. You clamped your hand over his mouth.

"Yes"? You gulped down your lust and it turned to fear.

"Mr. Galindo wants you".

"Tell him, I'll be right there. Just a lady problem".

"Yes, ma'am". The voice disappeared down the hall.

"Why did you do that"? Angel pulled out and pulled his pants up.

You fixed your dress. "If I didnt he would have came in here. If I had told him I was sick he'd go get Miguel. So this is our opportunity to get out of here and fast". You giggled, grabbing Angels hand and running out the door. Not looking behind you.

Jumping on his bike you ripped off your wedding ring and threw it somewhere in the grass. Life was just starting for you and you were glad it was with Angel.

Just hoping that Miguel never finds you. Or finds that Angel was the man you were seeing. That's bad for business.

#angel reyes smut #angel reyes fic #angel reyes fanfiction #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes #angel reyes x reader x miguel galindo #mayans mc imagine #mayans fanfic #mayans x reader #mayans imagine #mayans fanfiction #happys-crazy-queen22

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imagineredwood · 4 months

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Cake (Angel) 🧁❤️‍🔥

Chocolate (Bishop) 🧁

Roses (Miguel) 🧁❤️‍��

Stars (EZ)❤️‍🔥

Neighbors (Jax) 🧁

Strawberries (Coco)🧁

Macarons (Manny)❤️‍🔥 🖤

🧁 - fluff ❤️‍🔥- smut/sexual content 🖤 - dark

February Masterlist (other than the Valentine's drabbles)

HC for Miguel dealing with a bratty reader when he's just trying to work *18+ sexual content*

Hank loza x reader having a night in or a day off would include

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Also, I'm tryna see something 👀👀👀

#imagines #mayans mc #valentines day drabble event #Angel Reyes #bishop losa #Miguel Galindo #angel reyes x reader #bishop losa x reader #miguel galindo x reader #mayans imagine #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes

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saturnville · 3 months

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the man in the suit.

pairing: miguel galindo x afro latina fem oc (eliana)

prompt: miguel becomes infatuated with eliana, the owner of a popular coffee shop in town.

an: I was asked to bring back the Miguel Galindo fics by an anon. it's been over two years since I've written anything Mayans, but I'm always willing to revisit old fandoms, so, here we go, I hope you enjoy.

Her coffee shop was a staple in the town. Known for the rich Colombian coffee beans ground with intentionality, brewed with love, and served in mugs crafted by her own hands. The aura was always calm. Busy, but never so much that guests couldn't enjoy their time. They, just like she often, would get lost in the melodies of indie music that played from the speakers and drunk off caffeine and oat milk. The Tranquil Lounge was a blessing to Santo Padre.

Saturdays were the busiest days in the Lounge. College students stopped by to grind out assignments due the following day at midnight, entrepreneurs chugged coffee like water to finalize funding proposals, and others snuggled by the window with a good book. They were lively and invigorating; her favorite days in the shop.

She danced around her employees, humming a Marc Anthony tune as she topped off a cup with cold foam. Vivir mi vida, la, la, la, la, she hummed to herself.

"I'm very impressed. Most people don't know the lyrics passed the chorus," said an unfamiliar voice. Her teeth gleamed as she smiled softly. Her head still down, she placed a lid on the cup and slid it to the other side of the counter.

"I consider myself determined when it comes to learning song lyrics," she replied. "What can I get you?" Finally, she lifted her head, and she struggled to fight the instinct to gasp. How had he found her little coffee shop in town?

Miguel Galindo was notorious in Santo Padre. A businessman with illegal practices. The government hated him, men envied him, and women wanted him. Everyone in Santo Padre knew who he was and they knew better than to cross him. Their families could end up missing within hours if they upset him. It should have struck fear in her heart, but his presence did the opposite.

Her eyes scanned his attire. Bold of him to wear a white suit to drink coffee. But, it looked beautiful against his olive complexion. It was perfectly tailored to hug his broad shoulders. Her eyes followed its outline.

His brown eyes scanned the beautifully curated menu behind her. Bright colors against the blackboard. Sunflowers, rainbows, and bees decorated the menu. Creative, he noted. "I'll do a hot caramel macchiato. Medium, please." He handed her a twenty-dollar bill. She halted. The drink was $4.

Miguel looked unamused when she parted her lips to object, so she simply took the bill from his hand and thanked him with a smile. "Enjoy, hope to see you back soon."

He nodded. His eyes dropped to her nametag. Eliana, Founder. "Thank you, Eliana. You have a good day, quierda."

She smiled bashfully, "Gracias. You too."

Miguel Galindo was enamored by her. He saw the silhouette of her figure when he closed his eyes to rest at night. He heard the southern twang of her accent as he listened to music on the radio, and he saw the richness of her eyes in the mounds of chocolate chips scattered in Christopher's pancakes.

He made frequent appearances at the shop after that. Catching her friendly grin and gentle hands as she passed his cup to him was one of the few highlights of his day. He cherished it, craved it, and adored it.

He felt lucky when he waltzed into the shop one Saturday morning to find it empty. He thought it was a slow day, but she'd closed it for cleaning. And rather than turning him away, she welcomed him in.

"Your usual?" Eliana questioned. She propped her broom against a stable surface and turned to move behind the counter. "On the house."

"Oh no," Miguel waved. "You're not even open, I see." It was Eliana's turn to force an object into his hands. His usual--hot caramel macchiato; medium with a smiley face drawn on the side of the cup.

"You keep me in business, Mr. Galindo," Eliana replied teasingly with a smile. She was so pretty to him. The woman with a mahogany complexion and soft eyes with an unexplainably gentle aura.

Miguel's eyes dropped to the floor as he chuckled bashfully. He had a tendency to pay more than was due, but he credited it as paying in advance for future visits. "I just like to support where I can." Eliana picked up her broom and hummed, instructing him to get comfortable in the cushioned chairs near the window.

His eyes scanned the marvelous artwork that decorated the dark walls. Murals of people parading in fields of palm trees with drums, colorful skirts, and baskets of fruits, vegetables, and grains. They were all of deep complexion. His eyebrow rose.

"Where are you from?" He found himself asking.

"Costa Chica of Guerrero. Mexico." The area where Black Mexicans were the most populated.

"Tu familia?" Your family?

Eliana shrugged a shoulder and bent over to sweep the dirt unto the dustpan. "En México. Conseguí una beca para estudiar aquí. Se graduó con un título en negocios y decidió quedarse. It's a long story." In Mexico. I got a scholarship to study here. I graduated with my business degree and decided to stay.

Miguel mimicked her actions and gestured to the empty seat across from him. "I've got the time if you do."

They were polar opposites. She was an extrovert, he was introverted. She loved the fall, yet he found it one of the sadder seasons. Tea was her favorite, though she owned a coffee shop, but coffee was his holy grail. He grew up without his father present, but hers was her rock. So many new discoveries that he basked in like warm comforters on a winter day.

“I enjoyed today,” Miguel said as he walked her to her car. Hours had passed, the sun had set, and their day had come to a close. “I’d like to see you again.”

Eliana hummed as she tapped her key fob. Her vehicle chirped excitedly. She reached for the door handle, but Miguel beat her to it. She thanked him gently and slid into the seat. “Well, you’ll know where to find me, Miguel.”

He chuckled and nodded. She wasn’t going to make it easy for him, but. he liked that. Effort was required. He liked a challenge.

“I do,” he replied. “Be ready tomorrow evening. Be safe tonight, Eliana.”

Her brown eyes are twinkled with curiosity. She stretched up and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Wear a white suit.” And with that, she started her car and sped off into the night, leaving Miguel to bask in the eagerness of seeing her again.

#saturnville #black!reader #black reader #miguel galindo x black!reader #miguel galindo x black reader #miguel galindo imagine #miguel galindo x reader #mayans mc #fx mayans mc #angel reyes #ez reyes

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hennyjwrites · 1 year

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HennyJ’s Baes Masterlist

“You can’t handle this”

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ficnation · 10 months

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Thank you so much for the tag, hun! @drabbles-mc 💖 It made my day 🥰

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit! (unfortunately I don't think i know that many people 😭)

WIP Game

“Way Down We Go” Chapter 6: Facing the Strangers - Rick Grimes; Shane Walsh

“The Heart Wants What It Wants” Chapter 2: A Sweet Connection - Angel Reyes

“She” Chapter 4: The Secrets She Keeps - Angel Reyes

One More Ride - Daryl Dixon

The Cockroach: Chapter 3 - Negan Smith; Lucille Smith

Unexpected - Negan Smith

Just a Man - Joel Miller

Unnamed Project 1 - Diego Hargreeves

Baby Talk 2 - Daryl Dixon

Power - Shane Walsh

May We Meet Again - Ivar Ragnarsson

Negan?

Otis Milburn Fluff Alphabet

Consolation - Miguel Galindo

Family - Miguel Galindo x Oceteva! Reader

Happy Lowman x Reader

EZ Reyes x Reader? Angel Reyes x Reader?

Feel free to send in asks about any of the fics above 🙏🏻💖 I love talking to y'all!

Tagging (no pressure): @wreakingmarveloushavok @sourwolf-sterek32 @darklydeliciousdesires @freelancearsonist @stevesbestgirl @theteasetwrites @murdadixon @twdeadfanfic @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @pastanest

and anyone else who wants to participate! ✨

#tag game #ask box game

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losolvidad0s · 2 years

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Despiadado, M. Galindo

Summary: When the truth of your relationship with Miguel comes to light, even more truths are revealed.

warnings: toxic!family, meanie!You, twister 👀

word count: 5.4K

a/n: Another installment to the “Reyes!Sister dating ___ and the brothers don’t like it.” It’s Not Over was dating Bishop + beef with Angel and this is with Miguel and troubles with Boy Scout. It’s been a minute! Szn 4 dropping next month!

(gif belongs to @thesewickedhands ✨)

“Just let me borrow a twenty, hermanita.”

With how many times you’ve rolled your eyes tonight, they should be stuck. Your brother Angel always made your hair turn white even at your young age. Your other brother, Ezekiel, gives you both a look and shakes his head with his infamous grin. Without a complaint you pull out your wallet and hand him a jackson bill.

It’s a date night out for your two brothers, EZ with his girlfriend Gabriela and Angel with his sudden fiance, Stephenie, also known as Nails. And you, with your… no one. Gaby insists that you join them and get out of the house since all you do is work.

You are trailing behind the two couples when you get bored of feeling like the lost puppy. After telling them you’re gonna get a churro, you venture off to browse. You watch some teens attempt to master the ring toss and chuckle seeing them trying to cheat the system. It’s when you turn away to move along that you collide with a body.

Their arms grab you in time before you can stumble over. “Tienes que tener cuidado.”

Miguel Galindo.

He gives you a lopsided smile, releasing his grip on you. You swallow thickly and purse your lips, mumbling a quick and quiet thank you. To the crowd, it seemed two strangers had little run in. And besides the obvious with who he is.

But there lies more between the two of you. A story that is just getting started. Your lips begin to twitch up into a smile but you are pulled back into reality when the ringing of a bell sounds in the distance.

You thank him again and step away, getting distance between the two of you. You join your brothers and their dates once more, putting Miguel in the back of your mind. Though that doesn’t last very long until you are thinking of him again.

There is no telling how it all came to be.

Some might say it was like a lion watching a lamb. The stronger always preyed on the weak. But it wasn’t that at all. Despite the chaotic rumors and truths of the Galindo Cartel, unlike those who first meet him, you didn’t fall prey to the words of others. You gave him a chance to introduce and speak for himself.

And suddenly, all you thought was him. All you dreamt of, both awake and asleep. Certain scents could trigger you to yearn for him. Melodies that put you in a trance because he would play them for you and get you under his spell.

With the recent events involving the MC and the Galindo Cartel, your brothers being members…It's been quite the adjustment sneaking around. And Miguel was never the type to not have his way, he could care less about keeping what the two of you have as a little secret. Though you have quite a persuasive trait in you.

“Did you have a good time?” Gaby asks you while heading to the parking lot, she loops her arm with yours and you smile in response. You notice Miguel standing near the end of the parked cars. Your brothers haven’t noticed but you can feel one of them will soon.

Your words can’t come out as you see Miguel begin to step towards you, your eyes widen as you shake your head. EZ and Gaby borrowed pops truck to give you a ride. Your word vomit coming out all at once, “I think I’m gonna wait for one of my friends to come. You two to go ahead. I’ll be good.”

“You sure? Give me a call if you need a ride.” Though your brother hesitates to leave your side until he sees this friend of yours, he waves to you before getting in the truck to drive off.

By the time you swivel on your heel, you are directly in Miguel's arms. “Estas loco?!” You smack his arm, his eyebrows raise as you huff and cross your arms over your chest. He can tell that you are frustrated, the heat nearly radiating off you. “Sí, yo soy...acerca de ti.”

His fingers grasp the loose strands of your hair that have fallen in front of your face, pushing them behind your ear. His fingers trace your jaw line. The breath that had built up in your lungs is exhaled slowly, your eyes fluttering closed as his touch electrifies you.

Your arms uncross and you step forward to bury your face into his chest, his arms encasing you and large hands moving across the small of your back. Your scent has been one of the only things in this world to make him weak in his knees. He smiles as you roll your eyes, feeling the corners of your lips form a smile as well.

After sharing a chaste kiss, you enjoy the carnival but this time as not a third wheel.

You often wonder how word of the Reyes girl fooling around with the Galindo cartel leader did not spread around town. It’s painstakingly questionable but you certainly did not question it.

After sending multiple texts back and forth with EZ that’d you spend the night with your friend, Miguel had escorted you back to his little piece of paradise. Away from the public's eye to which you could fully immerse yourself with him.

And that you did. He wined and dined you til every strip of clothing dispersed around his bedroom floor. His excessively large bed had enough space to allow the two of you to roll around for hours on end.

His words and his hands. Sins directly forged from the devil himself. It’s no question why he is called El Diablo. And how you were capable of holding onto to something as wicked as he, it’s a question for a higher power, someday.

“And when will I be blessed with your presence again, hm?” Miguel gazes at you as you’re sitting in a parked care near a curb, a few streets over from Felipe’s house. It’s one of the few things you asked of Miguel. To ensure your little rendezvous stays discreet especially from your father and brothers.

A smile curls on your lips, trying to hide but you can’t help it. Everything about him makes you feel like you’re floating. His hand on your thigh moves slowly and squeezes the exposed flesh.

He tips his head as you look at him and shrugs your shoulders, “I promised my father that I would be around the house more for lunches and dinners. I haven’t been lately seeing as nearly every weekend I get scooped up by you.”

The smile is on display now, your cheeks burning as you fail to keep it contained. You lean forward and press your lips to his, smiling into it and letting your hands feel his beard. You hold the kiss for a few seconds longer. It wouldn’t hurt, right?

Miguel's face remains stoic when you pull away, you try not to frown but to see him like so it creates an ache in your chest. You know that nothing in your situation is relationship goals and your incessant need to keep it a secret is even more.

“I would like to see you soon, so whenever you aren’t tied down.” He says softly and nod in agreement though the words did leave a lasting impression.

He initiates a farewell kiss and reaches over you to open your door. One of his guys opens it fully for you to get out and you look back to wave before the car takes off. You sigh and send a prayer to the universe to help you out with this.

When you turn to head down the street, your feet cement themselves to the sidewalk. A few feet away from you stands EZ and Gaby. Your skin goes cold and the air in your lungs deflates almost entirely.

Your mouth opens and only a squeak comes out. EZ is quiet but the vein prominent on his forehead speaks volumes, “Y/N, what are you doing coming out of Galindo’s car? What did you do?”

EZ steps forward and you step back. He continues to stride over near you and you stammer on your words, his hands reach to grasp onto you but you completely panic and burst out in a sprint.

You don’t dare to look back and the nostalgia of being young hits you again. When you would run from your brothers with the secrets that could have them grounded for months. They’d chase you til you’re tackled on the ground and threats spat back at you.

But you were kids then and now, the stamina that EZ has accumulated from prison and being in the MC has you beat. When you peer back once Felipe’s house is in sight, EZ is dead on your tracks.

“Okay, okay, stop it!” You come to a halt and hold your arms out in front of you to brace yourself for impact against the mountain of man brother of yours. He collides with you but holds you two steady. You break free from his grasp and smack his chest. “Cabrón.”

Your comment doesn’t go unnoticed as he huffs to catch his breath, “Talk. Galindo, why were you with him?”

“Who's to say that was Miguel Galindo? There are others who drive black SUVs, Ezekiel.” You adjust your purse on your shoulder but he doesn’t buy it one bit.

He sighs and grins, “Not in these parts of Santo Padre. And I-” EZ stops and looks over you, his face changes and a near disgusted look replaces the neutral one. It’s almost sinister too. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. Please, tell me I’m wrong.”

Your head jerks back and you wonder what he means by that, your heart picking up a few beats faster, “What? Like I said, black SUVs do not always equate to the Galindo Cartel. Okay?”

He doesn’t get another word in as you jog to the front door and close it behind you. Angel peers over his shoulder and gives you a weird look. You roll your eyes and drop your purse before striding over to your father and giving him a kiss on the head.

“Do my eyes deceive me or is Angel actually doing something useful for once?” You tease as your older brother lets out a sarcastic laugh before going on about how much of a pain in the ass you are.

After you feel things are settled and you help Angel with lunch, EZ and Gaby enter the kitchen in time to eat. You exhale a breath and put on a neutral face. You know your brother is not a stupid man. With his wicked IQ and impeccable memory, you knew he noticed the difference in clothing and the whole ordeal being dropped off by Miguel.

He knows. You know he knows. You know he knows that you know he knows. And EZ has become quite a persistent person these last few months after becoming an official patched member of the MC.

The lot of you gather in the dining room for lunch and you eye EZ as discreetly as possible. He hasn’t made any advancements to out you just yet but you know it will come eventually. Gaby has a weary expression on her face and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Is something bothering you, mija?” Felipe breaks the silence and everyone collectively looks up. Gaby, pobrecita, looks nervous as she stammers and tries to assure him that she is fine.

She smiles and looks down at her plate of food. Angel quirks his eyebrows and shakes his head, digging into the bbq ribs. You pick at the potato salad with a fork and try to silence the thoughts in your head.

You keep your head down but not so much that it will draw attention to you. But nothing gets by your father in his house, “Y tú?”

“Sí, I’m just still tired. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” You reply and EZ chokes on his drink. You look at him and purse your lips into a thin line and damn yourself. Considering he put two and two together, you are sure that those images just flashed in his mind. His baby sister and Miguel Galindo… his skin becomes flushed.

He grits his teeth together as the both of you lock eyes. Without looking away, EZ begins what would become a very difficult day for you, “Pops, what advice would give to someone who is involved in something they know they shouldn’t be.”

Your brother keeps his gaze on you as Felipe groans, it’s not the first time EZ tries to be subtle with calling one of his siblings out, “What is Angel up to now? Out with it, no games today, son.”

The tallest of the Reyes siblings chimes in with confusion as he hasn’t done anything wrong, as of lately. “Gotta be Y/N he’s tryna throw under the bus this time. What did you do now?”

You smack Angel as he fails to dodge it. When you look at EZ, he remains cold and all you want is to wipe that look off his face with your plate. “Nada! He’s mad because he thinks he is so big now that he’s patched in.”

“Órale..” Felipe sits back, “Whatever your sister is doing, I am sure it isn’t anything any of us have to worry about.” Your father stands to bring his dishes to the kitchen.

You lift an eyebrow at EZ as you cross your arms over your chest. Victory. The three of you rarely argued with your father, knowing his temper and the belt arm is still very much tangible.

“Even sleeping with Miguel Galindo?” As soon as those words are spoken, the room falls silent and all eyes are on you. Your jaw agape as you sink daggers into your brother's face.

Angel scratches his head, “Galindo? You’re fucking Galindo?”

Gaby tries to scold EZ, telling him it’s none of his business and to let me worry about my business. But just as sharp as those daggers are pointed as EZ, the ones your father has pointed at you are sharper.

You look at Felipe and blink, feeling yourself automatically cower, “You tell me what your brother says is wrong. Ahora!” The boom in his voice causes both you and Gaby to flinch.

The comment makes EZ laugh, “10 times out of 10, pops, I am right. I saw you exiting his vehicle in front of Gloria’s house before lunch. And if I was wrong? She wouldn’t have run from me when I confronted her.”

Felipe places his plate on the table and takes a seat. He looks so distraught. The Galindo Cartel is not something to engage with. It’s bad enough that his sons are involved with them thanks to the club but his niña?

“You’re going to stop. If I find out again that you are seeing him, I will make sure you see no boy ever again. Entiendes? Huh?!” Your father slams his hand on the table and his eyes widen at you. It was no use trying to suppress the tears.

You want to argue, but the innate feeling to obey your father prohibits you from doing so. But the feeling of running is very much present. When you stand to walk out, Felipe catches your wrist and stands too, pulling you to look at him.

“Do I need to beat you like you are a child with my belt?! Hm? Say you understand, ahora!” He yells and you cry , like you’re a little girl again. When you don't reply, he fumbles for his belt with his free hand.

Angel and EZ stand and call out for Felipe to cut you some slack, “Com’n pops, you don’t gotta do all that.” Your brothers step besides you and your father.

You squirm out of his hold and stumble back into Angel. You let out a whimper as you wipe your face, “I am not a child. Who I involve myself with has nothing to do with any of you. If you have problems with the cartel? That’s on you. Not me!”

EZ scoffs, “You think just because you can’t see a lion in its den then it’s okay to waltz right in? He isn’t someone you go on cute dates and start a life with. Look how well that went Emily.”

“That’s what this is about, right? Oh my goodness, of course. Miguel has taken something from you again. How pathetic can you be?” You laugh and look at Gaby, she seems so worried. “Poor Gaby, does she know that you still cry for a past relationship that would never work anyways. That Reyes temper would have had her fleeing if it weren’t for your stupid ass getting arrested. I mean… she didn’t even want to keep your baby.” Chest heaving and blood pumping.

The look you get from EZ is scalding but the feeling is victorious. He looks more hurt than upset at your comment. Gaby grabs her things and strides out. Felipe tries to hurry after her but she is out the door.

You reach into your bag and text Miguel quickly. 911.

All three of the Reyes men look at you, carrying expressions of disgust, hurt and anger. You look at each of them through a blurry vision. The tremble in your lip is prominent as the feeling tries so hard to consume you but you fight it.

“What?!” You yell, throwing your arms up in defeat. Felipe tsk’d and leaves the room and slams his bedroom door. When you move to leave, your brothers block the way. You look up to them, huffing and trying to break through.

Angel snatches your bag and holds it above his head, “Com’n, chorro, we gotta talk about this, Galindo? You know that shit isn’t right.”

You look at EZ, “You aren’t gonna chase after your girlfriend, hm?”

“I’ve learned there are things that require contemplation and time. Have you learned that?” He sneers and you roll your eyes, stepping away from the brooding men.

You stand with your back faced towards them for a moment before turning on your heal, a smile that holds no happiness or joy, “I’ve learned that Reyes men are nothing but controlling. Why does it matter if I am seeing him? You think I am so helpless that I can’t take care of myself? Do you really think that about me?”

The two of them look at one another and back at you, of course there is a whole lot of truth to your words. They are speechless and you step to Angel and hold out your hand, waiting for him to drop your purse into it.

As if he was simply a few streets over, the sound of tires coming to a halt sounds from the street. You walk over to the window and see Miguel exiting the backseat with a quickness. A few guys trailing behind.

“Shit.” You mumble as you push past your brothers. Of course, they follow you. When you reach the front door, Nestor is standing to knock but stops when he sees you. “That was quick, I’m okay.”

Miguel steps forward and grabs your hand, he steps back to get a full look at you. He doesn’t see any bodily harm but when he gets a good look at your face and sees you’ve been crying, his face changes. He steps towards your brothers who straighten their stances quickly.

“Hey, it’s fine. I am fine.” You grab onto his arm to stop him from starting what would end in some kind of bloodbath. All the men around you are in a standoff. None of them budging.

You swallow thickly, fearing for your brothers though just a moment ago you could care less of what becomes of them. The sound of a shotgun pumping sounds and from behind EZ and Angel walks your father.

This only causes alert with Miguel’s men, they draw their weapons as do your brothers. Your heart begins to hammer and your eyes jump between them all. You squeeze Miguel’s hand, “Is all this necessary? I am simply responding to Y/N’s call. And she seems to be distraught. It’s only right I know why and make sure those who have caused her this distress, apologize.”

Angel scoffs and your father keeps the shotgun pointed. Your eyes plead as Angel tilts his head, keeping his gun level as well, “Nah, seems you are stepping on private property and the owner here seems to feel threatened.”

Miguel raises his hand to signal for the men to lower their weapons. Once they all do, your brother and father do the same. A sigh of relief falls from your lips.

“Come.” Miguel says and he steps away from the house and pulls you along. You look back at your family. You feel the thread that holds you all together being pulled. When not long ago you were feeling hatred against them.

Before stepping near the car, Miguel stops and turns around. “You know, if it’s something I’ve come to learn about her is that she desires trust with those around her. I don’t keep anything from her. I don’t ever make her feel less than what she should be.”

Angel rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, “Cool story, bro. Tell us something about her that we don’t know.”

The look Miguel gives you holds an almost apologetic look, he caresses his thumb over your chin and pulls your head closer to allow a kiss to be placed on your forehead. He looks back to the three of them, “Julianna and Gustavo Yuna.”

Those names didn’t seem familiar to anyone except for Felipe. His face drops and you’re so confused with about a million different thoughts coming at you.

“What are you going on about man?” EZ speaks up.

Angel agrees, “Yeah, cut the bullshit and say what the fuck you are trying to say.”

But there was a part of you that knew. That always knew. You felt it when you were younger. Especially when your mother died. Though you spent many nights crying, you didn’t cry because a part of you died with her, you cried because it’s what you do when people die.

You didn’t cry for her because truly deep down, there was no severed connection as there never was a connection. Not to her, not to your father, not to your two brothers. Not really.

“Y/N Yuna is who your sister really is. When your mother learned of your father’s mysterious affair, she threatened to leave. But he begged her not to. So they tried for a third but to no avail. So when word came that a friend in Mexico did not have the resources to raise a child, thus came Y/N Reyes.” Miguel finishes with the sneer in his voice.

Even though a part of you knew, hearing the words out loud didn’t lessen the impact. It feels like the first gasp of air when you’ve been underwater for too long. The ache but relief from being deprived.

When you look at Felipe, you merely blink away the pooling tears. You tug away from Miguel’s hold and get into the car.

“Pops, what is he talking about? Affair? Yuna?” Angel questions his father but Felipe didn’t have it in him to answer anything, not to anyone. He falls back into the house after the car pulls away from the curb.

Angel follows after him, firing away with questions and demanding answers meanwhile EZ remains outside, unsure how to process anything. He understood clearly and knew why Felipe always held you closer and loved you harder. Not because you were the only girl or the youngest but because you weren’t his at all.

You sit flush against the car door, the sun hitting your face and warming the tears that have been falling since leaving your home.

Home. It feels so misplaced among your thoughts.

“Mi amor, say something.” Miguel says, hand reaching across to place on your thigh but you move it away. You cross one leg on top of the others and look down, sniffling and shaking your head.

You finally peer at him, “How long have you known?”

“I knew of it since before you and I began seeing each other.” At least he is being truthful. “I didn’t feel any other time was the right one to share with you. Not until now.”

Laughter bubbles in your throat and Miguel remains still, unsure if this is madness taking over you. You weren’t even sure yourself as nothing is making sense at the moment.

You begin to simmer down and huff, peering out the window, “Turn here, please. I need to do something.”

The day drug on and on, especially for your brothers. They couldn’t get anything out of Felipe as he locked himself in his room for the remainder of the day. EZ tried calling Gaby but she refused his calls, he knew she needed space.

Both brothers sat until night fell and thought about you. The thought of your safety and your fragile heart. They begin talking about how when you were all kids, you would blame them for everything you did wrong and always got away with him.

“How she would set us up, man. Mamona! You know, EZ… despite her seeing fuckin’ Galindo and how that shit isn’t the smartest move, she did look comfortable beside him. I mean, we’ve seen her with other guys and she always was, I dunno, hesitant? Never lasted long either.” Angel confesses, though the words seem sour in his mouth, he meant it all.

The younger brother of the two nods and downs the rest of the beer in front of him. He pats Angel on the shoulder as he exits his childhood home and heads to Gaby’s to try to get in some understanding before seeking you out too.

When he arrives at Gabriela's residence, he sees you and her sitting on the steps in front of the door. He shuts off his bike and pulls off his helmet.

You give Gaby a hug and head towards your brother, “Hey.”

EZ peers at Gaby who gives him a short wave. He looks back at you and you smile softly at him. You nod your head towards him, “Go talk with her. I’ll be here.” Your brother grips your chin and steps away from you.

They don’t talk long, probably because Gaby insists that he right the wrongs with you. She is definitely the mediator of the group. You like that about her. You like her for EZ.

When you had realized that you weren’t far from her house earlier, you asked Miguel to let you have some time alone. You wanted space from him but also to apologize to Gaby as well. It wasn’t fair how you shared the things you did about EZ. It wasn’t how she should have learned about Emily and the abortion.

Gaby is very understanding. She didn’t have any animosity towards you and listened to what you had to say. She even got it out of you about learning of your recent familial relations. Shocked to say the least but kind enough to let you express yourself.

You watch as your brother and her talk. You smile at them and thank the universe for giving your brother someone so patient and willing like Gaby.

When she parts with him, EZ makes his way to you. You straighten your posture and move over for him to lean with you. He clenches his jaw and wrings his his hands together.

“Thank you for talking to her.” He says and you smile, leaning against his shoulder. “She likes you a lot, I think she’s still warming up to Angel. We know how long that’ll take.”

The two of you laugh and nearly tumble off the bike in the process. Angel has always been the center of your amusement. And in between the sounds of the laughter is when you accept that blood isn’t what makes you family.

He wraps an arm around your shoulder, rubbing warmth and love onto your skin. You know that he will always be your brother no matter what blood runs through your veins, both he and Angel, your father and late mother as well.

“Ezekiel, I’m sorry for the things I said. They were way out of line and I don’t care if I’m adopted. You’re always going to be my family. No matter what comes next.” You lock eyes with him and he nods, quickly encasing you in a big hug.

He sighs into the hug, “I should have given you the chance to explain but I also shouldn't have reacted the way I did. You are all grown up now, there isn’t anything I can say or do to dictate your life. I’m sorry, hermanita.”

You didn’t want to let go, you wanted to hold onto him and remain in the safe spot that you’ve always been in. It’s no question that you needed to talk to your father, along with both brothers but you also needed to talk to Miguel too.

You have EZ bring you into town to your favorite ice cream shop. This time he waits with you until the familiar SUV pulls up. Miguel exits and your brother gives you a farewell hug. The two men eye each other but give approving nods.

Miguel takes a seat beside you and notices the donas in front of you. “I got you some of my favorites. I figure you should know what kind I like, here try this one.”

He eyes the sugared desert in front of him and takes a bite, you stifle a laugh seeing it cover his lips. You take a napkin and wipe off his face, smiling. When dust your hands off, you meet his eyes once more.

“Though learning of all this has been a lot to consume, I guess finding out from you wasn’t the worst thing but also the fact that you knew all this time and never said anything is… harsh. I never thought I would be the girl to have a secretive relationship with a cartel leader. You only read about those kinds of things in books. A ver, look at me now. But I never… I never wanted to feel like I needed to hide something, especially something I am so sure about. And I am very sure about you.

“I could tell that sneaking around was getting to you. And then all of this happens… I guess what I am trying to say is that I don’t want to hide. I want to be exclusive with you. I want the right people to know. Would you like that too?” Your cheeks began to hurt. The light feeling consumes you.

Miguel takes your hand and smiles widely, bringing the back of his lips. He closes the box of pastries and stands, holding out his hand for you to take. He leads you to the car and opens the door for you.

He takes your face in his hands, once you’re both situated in the backseat and kisses you passionately.

“When I started seeing you, I didn’t expect to feel anything more than a simple adoration. I didn’t think it could be… this. In my world there is no room for soft spoken, dainty and beautiful things like you. I expected this feeling to be temporary and now I can’t get enough of you. My hands can’t stop aching for you divine presence within them. You’ve become a solace of some sort. A gift.” He continues to hold onto your face, you tilt your head in adoration, “It’s unfortunate, really. I would have liked to make this last.”

Your eyebrows knit in confusion. A moment later, from the outside and through the window, a hand covers your mouth and a chemical scent consumes you.

But right before you slip out of consciousness, he leans besides your ear, “Your brothers and father murdered my mother and I plan to enact revenge with their most precious gift.”

translations:

Hermanita: Sister.

Tienes que tener cuidado: You need to be careful.

Estas loco?!: Are you crazy?!

Sí, yo soy.. acerca de ti: Yes, I am… about you.

Chorro: Jet. (in terms of speed in this use)

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