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theesirenteller · 6 months

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Grocery Store Paternity

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"D'elia? ¿Cómo estás? Ha pasado mucho tiempo."

Who would've thought that going to pick up a bag of frozen plantains would have the average person end up running into the devil? Most wouldn't think so. But for D'elia Wren, she should've known this day would come. Especially being in Santo Padre. Miguel Galindo was the devil to many. and D'elia was no different. Even since she was fifteen, he terrorized her body and mind. His love for the gringa was the only thing that saved her. Funny how now that didn't feel like such a blessing.

D'elia stared at him wide-eyed with a clenched jaw. Her throat dry as she bit at the side of her bottom lip. Her hands shook against the cool rod of the cart's handlebar. She could feel the warm and wet sensation of tears start to form in the corner of her eyes.

"Mom, can I have these, please! It's watermelon and jalapeno flavored!" The familiar squeaky voice felt the comfort of an angel. Which caused D'elia to snap out of her frozen state and turn her attention to the child at her side.

"Uhm, yes of course." D'elia agreed with a forced smile. She nearly snatched the candy bag out of her daughter's hands due to how fast she grabbed it before tossing it into the cart.

Miguel raised an eyebrow as he looked at the child. Watching the two in both curiosity and amusement. When the girl turned to face him and offered the man a polite smile; he felt his world stop and his blood run cold. She had the same smile and eyes as his mother. She had her mother's vibrant, golden-umber brown skin, full lips, and nose. Everything else screamed Galindo to Miguel. An uncanny resemblance that couldn't be ignored.

"Hola! I'm-"

"Excuse us." The poor girl was cut off by her mother before she had the time to be polite. D'elia lifted the child up with little to no distress and rolled her cart with her other hand. "Mommy, I'm not a baby!", the child pouted and squirmed. Her whining could be heard through the aisles as well as her mother's hushing.

"Get Davante to pull up her records over the last eight to ten years. Have Chino and Mateo follow her." Miguel ordered Nestor before continuing on with his shopping.

D'elia and the nameless child haven't left his mind since that day. Days turned into three weeks and three weeks turned into three months before Miguel decided to take action and make a trip to confront D'elia. He hadn't informed Emily of anything and he doubted she would care about his sudden coldness and distance from her. Cristobal was all that he focused on when inside the Galindo home. The thought of his son having an older sister and him having a second child, a daughter. One that wasn't from his wife was…complicated. Both joyous and frightening. He could've turned a blind eye. And a part of him wanted to. Cristobal had been in enough danger and Miguel didn't want to put another child through that. But, then again the girl was his child and D'elia. Well, she was damaged goods and one of four of his deepest regrets. The things he'd done to her in his early twenties whilst she was only a minor…made his stomach turn. But in a distorted way…he cared for her. The way a pet owner cared for its dog. Now, it was too late to turn a blind eye. Miguel was now in San Francisco, standing in front of a brownstone building with Nestor and Davante by his sides.

The tumblers of the locks clicked open and instead of a look of surprise, D'elia stood there with an indifferent look across her face. "Three men for one woman? Gee, I really must be a lot to handle." she greeted with dry humor before stepping aside.

Miguel sent her a subtle smile before ordering Nestor and Devante to wait in the car. "You're hard to tame but not hard to handle." He replied. The two story apartment was more spacious than he imagined. Downstairs, the living room where he guided into was subtly minimalistic. Painted a deep shade of purple with various accents of burnt orange lingering around. Like the couch that he sat on.

"What do you know? What do you want, Miguel?" D'elia immediately questioned as soon as she was seated.

"Do you welcome all your guests this way?" Miguel chastised.

"You ain't no damn guest." She shot back.

A rasped chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head "Fair enough." he then smoothed out his black suit jacket, "I know Alejandra is my daughter. I know she's eight years old and was born in Iowa. Mainly, one of those witness protection programs. I know you ratted out that whorehouse on the outskirts of Santo Padre to get you and her out of their…and away from me." his thumbs brushed over the gold ring on his fingers.

"She might be your daughter by blood but she's not your kid." D'elia replied stubbornly. "And your deep dive turned out to be right. That whore house and bitch Maria were the reasons kids like me were offered up to assholes like you. Just because you brought a little designer and some expensive jewelry around me doesn't mean you weren't as sick as the rest of those bastards who came around." her tone seething with venom and disgust.

"Fifteen was hardly a kid and don't you forget anyone one of those girls would've been happy to take your spot." Miguel argued.

"And I wish it had been one of them." D'elia hissed.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the two of them. The pair now glaring at one another with mixed emotions. Miguel's left eye slightly twitched and his expression sat cold until he smiled.

"Look, I don't want any trouble D'elia. I simply want what every man wants…his family together. You don't have to be in Santo Padre but Alejandra will know I'm her father and she'll know her brother and all of the Galindo family." The smile across his lips never matched the dark expression within his eyes.

He stood up from his seat and stalked his way towards her which caused D'elia to tense up. "And I'd hate for her to be brought into the family without you. A girl needs her mother and well..step-mothers can be a hard adjustment at her age." His large palm patted against D'elia's shoulder as he placed a kiss on her cheek, "You look beautiful by the way." his warm breath hit the shell of her earlobe.

D'elia tightly gripped at the sides of her loveseat as her blood ran cold. She fought back tears of anger and instead nodded her head. "Okay." If he wanted to play…then they could play.

"Great," His smile now dazzling and bright, "I'll be in touch so make sure to answer your phone." with that Miguel made his way to the foyer before letting himself out. The thought of getting rid of Emily and starting his family over was fresh in his mind.

#Miguel Galindo drabble #miguel galindo #mayans mc #mayans mc fics #mayans fanfic #mayans fx #danny pino #angst drabble

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petit-papillion · 6 months

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Charles admiring this pencil artwork by Juan Carlos Cristobal

🎥 EatPrayLeclerc

And posing with the artist!

Charles with Juan Carlos Cristobal | Los Angeles | 9 November 2023

📸 bliss_n16

#you can tell he is genuinely interested #immediately following rhe artist #i would not be surprised if we see an artwork like this in charles's apartment in the future #charles leclerc #juan carlos cristobal

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perpetualevil · 1 year

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Fallen Angels. Art by Cristobal Lopez

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ursaspecter · 11 months

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Music Tag Game

I was tagged by @arthur-kilgore to put my playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs! I don't really use Spotify, so I'm pulling from my own music library!

Stand By Meme by Neil Cicierega

Conversation by Catfish & the Bottlemen

Smells Like Teen Spirit by Malia J

How to Rest by The Crane Wives

Solar Power by Lorde

Cemetery Drive by My Chemical Romance

Tomorrow Comes Today by Gorillaz

Razorblade by Blue October

Angel Blue by Green Day

San Cristobal by Mal Blum

I'm tagging @callapilla @geddyleeofficial @piddgeon and any of my mutuals that want to participate! ^^

#shut up casey #tag game

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burningtacozombie · 9 months

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random mayans thoughts, 5x10 aka series finale edition:

on a personal note: the more I use the word fuck the more mad I am. so no one make "how many times did she say fuck" a drinking game, you'll end up with alcohol poisoning tonight.

- Miguel brought the letters and photos to Felipe's funeral and hadn't EZ run his fucking mouth he would've finally told him and Angel, who spotted the letters anyway, that they're brothers. fucking hell, we spent FOUR SEASONS invested in the they're brothers storyline and what came of it? ultimately nothing. what was all of that for when there was no resolution whatsoever?! fucking disappointing and frustrating. and why the fuck did Potter call Felipe "Ignacio Cortez" when he showed up? his name was Ignacio CORTINA, you fucking morons. writers can't even remember their own characters' names, huh?

- I fucking hate what they did to Miguel this season. and I'm not even talking about murdering him, I'm talking about how they first changed his entire life's history to some shit that didn't make sense at all, that Felipe knew the entire time he's his father, the letters and photos popping up out of thin air. and if that wasn't enough they insulted Miguel's intelligence because not for one second has he noticed how much Emily hates him? Miguel in season 2 sent Nestor to keep an eye on her when he didn't trust her, he knew she was lying to him. but this season, where she was even colder, more distant he doesn't see it? he seriously thought after everything, they could just start over fresh and she'd be fine and love him like nothing ever happened? who is this person that looks like Miguel Galindo? this is not the man I knew and fell in love with. the Miguel I knew would've never let his guard down like that, only to be murdered in a way he never even saw coming. it's such a big fucking disappointment and I'm so mad, I feel like my skin is on fucking fire. and what's even worse in all of that is that Emily got away with everything. how did the camera not catch when she asked Luis to carry Cristobal upstairs? they must've heard that he was nowhere near when Miguel went down. or when he came running back down yelling after the shot? how did that not end up on the audio?

- that "war" at the Sons clubhouse did not feel like a war at all. hell, it was a lot worse when the Mayans came for the Vatos Maldiots back in season 2 and there were a lot less Mayans with a lot more and heavier guns at the time. it was hard to follow everyone on screen because of the fast fight sequences and camera angles but Guero delivered some good punches, I just know he had a ton of fun. Isaac got what he deserved, I just didn't think he'd go out this early in the episode.

- as fucked up as the episode is as a whole, Bottles putting his glasses on Guero and them joking around at the party was a fun moment and damn, that man looks cute with glasses, lmao.

- Marcus has given up the club life for good, Izzy gave birth to their baby boy and they're a happy family. life is good for them. when Bishop came to visit, that was an actual sweet scene, him assuring Alvarez that he's doing the right thing.

- fucking Downer, he changed his mind and wanted to help Cielo get away but she panicked. I get it in a way, she's just a normal chick who got caught up in that life and what are you gonna do when you think they're coming to kill you? defend yourself. but man, it was unexpected and it hurts. and then she turns herself in and gives Potter the ammo he needed all along to come for the whole club.

- Letty is on a revenge path but was it just me who thought that maybe a revolver with only, what?, 6-8 rounds would've been her own death? now she's back with the Broken Saints instead and we won't ever find out but I'm sure that return didn't go over so well either. I'm not saying they killed her but she definitely has a lot of explaining to do before they take her back in. at least she rescued Sally, that poor dog has seen enough.

- the Reyes brothers talking on that bridge was a good scene too, Angel realizing that he has to leave to live for his son. I hate that he never found out Luisa died, he still thinks she just up and left them. even if painful, he would have deserved that closure. but what did he mean with "you put the Mayans on top" because that's not true. not even a little bit. their entire pipeline blew up. even if it hadn't ended the way it did, they would have been neck deep in trouble with the other MCs, with Cole and Grant, with the prisons. we spent a whole season watching them fight for that pipeline and again, what did we get? ultimately nothing. no resolution. no end. just a whole lot of plot holes so big you could drive a truck through them, which is fucking frustrating.

- that scene in the templo was fucking brutal, even for my standards. I predicted EZ would die slowly and painfully in front of a lot of people but holy fucking shit, everyone taking a stab at him is not the method I thought of. man, Clayton really pissed off someone in that writers room because Angel lost, with exception of his son, everything and everyone in half a season. and while yes, EZ the rat had to go, doing it was not just brutal on Angel. everyone seemed to struggle to wrap their heads around what was happening. but hey, they finally patched in Nestor, he earned it. and so did Bottles for killing Sofia. if they were gonna eliminate Cielo for knowing too much, naturally Sofia had to go to. just that whole pregnancy thing was completely unnecessary. I’m glad Angel and his son got out in time before the raid and can live their life free. I hope they get therapy as they recover from the tragedy they left behind, Mav might be young but he’s already been through a fuck ton.

- the ATF raid, I can't fucking believe Potter of all people has the upper hand and walks away free to do whatever fucked up thing he does next. I hate that there's no closure as to who lives and who died after they shot up the clubhouse because as a general rule I hate open endings. a couple weeks back, friends and I joked the military would just drop a bomb on Santo Padre and turn it into a parking lot, unbelievable that this wasn't even that far off... but we didn't get to see bodies so the status quo is that Guero is alive. he might have caught a bullet or three to the shoulder, maybe the stomach and a leg but he's alive and recovering! and yes, probably facing 25 to multiple life sentences but that’s still better than death. don't you dare come at me with canon and how no one survived, JD himself said in an EW interview "it is up to the imagination of the viewers". I lost Miguel, twice basically, so I'm not gonna lose Guero too, I need one win. if you disagree, that's your choice but this is where I plant my flag.

and that concludes not only season 5 but Mayans MC as a whole. it was a fucking mess and had been for years and I'm laughing at the thought that this is how they planned all along the show would end because seriously, it was kind of pathetic. I'm sure there is a lot more to be said about the hundreds of plot holes and loose ends they left us with but for right now, fuck this shit is exhausting, lol.

#danny pino #miguel galindo #andrew jacobs #guero #clayton cardenas #angel reyes #mayans mc #mayans fx

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dreamlover31 · 2 years

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So how's everyone enjoying this season of Mayans MC so far...

Well tonight's episode really had some ominous tones

First off, EZ's old prison buddy JJ essentially blackmails him to get him a spot in the club since he's a broken down ex-con, didn't anyone ever tell him that blackmail doesn't end well for the person who's doing it because that's exactly what's going to happen, being put 6 feet under

Continuing on with the theme of blackmail, our favorite corrupt DOJ agent Potter shows up at Adelita's doorstep with a proposition one that she's adamant about not doing until he tells her that he'll have the murder investigation into his former associate and her husband reopened with a closer look now we don't know what he wants her to do yet but I have a feeling it's not good

Elsewhere Miguel catches up with Marcus and EZ with a business proposition that will bring the MC back to how it was before but when Marcus brings it to the club he tells them that he's going to reject the offer much to their chagrin, a lot of people have been speculating that EZ is going to kill Marcus and become the new president of the MC but in the promo for the next episode there's a scene where he goes to Bishop and tells him that the club needs him so maybe Bishop will reclaim his throne and agree to the deal proposed by Miguel and El Banquero's sister

Meanwhile Emily is getting ready to leave the country with Erin and Cristobal en tow but she tells Erin that she has to make sure that she hasn't been followed, ultimately she checks into a motel and tries calling someone presumably Erin but it goes to voicemail, then we come upon some mystery man in an apartment and the next thing we know a woman is pleading for her life and a gun goes off now I'm hoping that wasn't Erin who was killed and that Cristobal is ok but I have a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach

Finally we come to the end of the episode where EZ strolls into his trailer to find his dad Felipe with a gun next to him, he tells EZ how Angel took after their mom but EZ was his reflection, the weight of his sins and asks EZ how could he have done what he did to Gabby to which EZ replied that he loves his brother and that if he's a monster it'll be for the people that he loves and how he's the person his father could never be

To prove it he takes his father's hand that's holding the gun and put it up to his head but Felipe doesn't pull the trigger, ultimately he ends up leaving his youngest son alone in the trailer

Oh and apparently the theory that Cody, Creeper's girlfriend is an undercover cop has been verified and at the very last second she pulls him into the bathroom because they planted listening devices in her place, now you couldn't really make out what she was saying but I hope for her sake she didn't tell him that she's undercover because that would be bad for all parties involved

So next week is the season finale, who will ultimately make it out alive in the war against the Mayans and SOA...and how far will EZ go to ensure the MCs future cause as it stands he has the notion of either your with me or against me which is something Angel is not on board with

As always my fellow Mayans enthusiasts @glimmerglittergirl @itsjustmyfantasyroom feel free to drop a line and to what your theories are for the season finale

#mayans season 4 #there is definitely tension between angel and ez #hope nothing has happened to cristobal #soa vs mayans

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blackmissfrizzle · 2 years

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I’ll Take Your Man(s)- 10

Part 9

Series Masterlist

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

Summary: You may have chosen EZ, but that doesn’t stop you from bonding with Miguel

Warnings: Brief mention of suicide, smut, spoilers for season 3

A/N: The gif will make sense once you read 😂 Gif credit: @dannypinot

Masterlist///Taglist

The following months after your father’s death was a whirlwind. Not too long after his funeral, Miguel’s mother met her demise by her own hand. Her suicide took a big toll on him. Plus, the miscarriage that Emily had didn’t help neither.

Then there was the demise of the town. You suspected it had something to do with the club, specifically Angel and EZ, but as usual they kept you out of it. It was a war zone with the National Guard there. Their presence also put Miguel’s project for the city to the halt. Now most of the people were unemployed.

The only good things that happened was that EZ was a full patch now and you were thriving at your new job. Oh, also you and Miguel were good friends. The deaths of your parents brought you two closer.

“Hello, Mr. YLN.” Miguel set the bottle of whiskey by your father’s headstone. He avoided your lighthearted glare. “Ah, I know. The dead doesn’t need it, but I think his spirit needs it.”

“Then the grave robbers take them.” The gesture was sweet, but it was a waste of his money. “Are you making better use of your money? Like maybe seeing a therapist?”

Unlike you, he wasn’t prepared for his mother’s death. It completely wrecked him. He shaved his beard, iced Emily out. Did you mention that he was cheating on her? With that Palmao lady. He had a mountain of stress on his shoulders and he refused to seek help. Your weekly talks were his therapy.

“Nice try.” He tapped your shoulder. “My mother went to therapy and she still committed suicide. Its safe to say it’s a crock of shit.”

Nothing you could say would make him feel better. All you could do is be there for him and squeeze his hand. “Just think about it,” you tilted his chin so you could get a good look at him. “For me, okay?”

Miguel caressed your face. The only person other than Cristobal gave him solace during this time was you. If only he could have you by his side, he wouldn’t have been such a mess. “It’s because of you, I only entertain the thought. Anyway, how’s work?” He didn’t give you a chance to respond to the levity of the earlier statement.

“Great.” You took a sip of your coffee. “They’re trying to convince me to take the Kim Kardashian route.”

“You should.” School was important, but you were more than ready to be a lawyer. Miguel knew you could easily shred any lawyer on his payroll, on anyone’s payroll. “Listen, I know its unconventional, but you really should do it. I know you want to get your degree, but I think this is your best option.”

You mulled over his words. If everything had went right the first time, then you would be practicing now. Only two things worried you, 1) what if you didn’t want to practice in California, and 2) others would try to undermine you. You could easily see colleagues giving you a hard time for not going the proper route.

“I like school though.” And you really did. School and work was where you thrived at.

“No one likes school.” At least not law school. The endless sleepless nights, the stress, the research. It was not a fun time. He tilted his head as he looked at you. “But you’re not like everyone else. You’re one of a kind.”

“I try to be.” You did a little shimmy.

The two of you continued your conversation at the diner. It wasn’t the most welcoming environment, but no one dared to step towards Miguel. “You know you should continue the project.”

He held up his hand and sighed your name. This conversation was getting tiring. Perhaps the only downside of knowing you was that you had a bleeding heart. You saw a sob story everywhere, someone always needed help. That’s why you could never get out of your situation before you met him. Even if you were on your last dollar, you would give money to someone who needed it more than you.

“We wouldn’t make enough profit.”

Finally, you came prepared. You brought out your business plan. “Don’t judge this too much, I’m not a business major, but I did some research.” Hopefully, you had all your points covered. Miguel said nothing as you went over the plan. It made you more nervous, but you kept trucking through. “Yeah, I know its not as much as you would’ve made but it’s still a profit and then you gain the respect of the people. They might see you as a savior once they start making money and trust me loyalty is everything.”

All of this was beyond impressive. It was better than anything him and Emily came up with. Even if stress and grief didn’t plague them, they couldn’t come up with this plan or they wouldn’t even consider it. At the beginning they wouldn’t see that much profit, but over time they would. Santo Padre could be so much more than just a border town.

“I’ll think about it.” He remained neutral. “Hey, you did good. I gotta watch my back.” He laughed to change your pout.

“Thanks. I should go. I gotta cook food for the club.” They all have gone a little bit feral. Bishop had a Duck Dynasty in training beard. With the tunnels closed off, beef with other charters, and Coco was going through his own stuff, the guys weren’t taking care of themselves.

Miguel escorted you to your car and kissed the crown of your head. “You can’t do everything, Superwoman. Slow down or I’ll pay a visit to Ezekiel.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you waved him off. “I’ll be fine. Be safe and make sure you wrap it up when you meet with Paloma.”

Miguel pulled his shades on and laughed. “Yeah, you still haven’t learned to use that filter.”

“Nope.” You copied his laugh and got into your car and drove off.

The guys were at the clubhouse by the time you got there. They were already going hard at the drinks. “Don’t you think you should slow down?” You took Bishop’s beer and replaced it with a water.

“Its because I love you that I didn’t break your hand, but if you don’t give me my beer back I will hurt your feelings.”

“Awww,” you tickled his beard. “Someone is hangry.” You kissed his cheek. “Eat first. You can’t run a motorcycle gang when you’re not taking care of yourself.”

Bishop couldn’t help but smile. Now of days, you were the only thing that made him smile. Thank god, you chose Boy Scout. “Then tell your boyfriend and his brother to stop getting into fights with soldiers.”

“They did what?!” Just then the two culprits walked in.

“Hey baby.” EZ opened his arms to hug you, but you slapped him on the back of his head. “What was that for?”

“Why are you getting into fights with soldiers?”

Angel sensed that it was time to dip before he got into trouble as well. “Get back here old man Reyes. You’re in trouble too.”

When you Angel spilled that Coco and Gilly were involved, you fussed at them too. The reprimand only stopped when you were reminded that you had to feed the guys.

You made sure everyone was fed before you made yourself a plate. EZ guided you to his RV, since you two didn’t see each other this morning and needed the alone time.

“Okay, we’ll go to Target sometime this week.” EZ laughed, while rubbing your leg. It never failed that you teased him about his lack of decorations and utensils in his RV. According to you, even if he didn’t have a traditional home, he needed to make it as comfortable as possible.

Running your fingers through his close cropped hair, you assured him it wouldn’t be that bad. After all, you couldn’t buy too many things, or it would overcrowd the place.

Easily, the two of you fell into the typical conversation of each other’s day. Usually, you tried to gloss over your days with Miguel, but something about today really bothered you. “Its like he’s one step from becoming unhinged. He hasn’t done anything with the club?”

EZ had to do his best not to tense up, because you would notice and he couldn’t bother telling you anymore lies. Dita’s death didn’t necessarily haunt him, but the consequences did. He should’ve known better that you would keep constant contact with Miguel. However, there was no way to stop it even if he wanted to.

Although, him and Angel were careful he was scared that Miguel would find out and take out revenge on you. Working with Big Bird made him paranoid. Then add in the updates you gave about Miguel, he was on high alert. Plus, that family was freaking nuts anyway. You didn’t need to be over there, but there was no way to tell you without revealing this secret.

“Nah, but maybe you should stop hanging around him if he’s that unhinged.”

Voice of reason or jealousy? Sometimes you couldn’t tell with Ezekiel. “He needs me. He needs someone with common sense, since his wife can’t- oh my god!” How could you forget the chisme. “Did I tell you he’s cheating on Emily? Like he’s having a full blown affair.”

That got you two talking. Your big, buff macho boyfriend doesn’t like to admit that he loves gossip, but he’s the first one asking for updates. Like the office love triangle that is going on at work, he’s always asking you if anything popped off that day.

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” You absentmindedly massaged his scalp. “I thought you hated cheaters? You didn’t go on your man ain’t shit rant on him?”

You dug a knuckle into his rib. “For your information, I did! I tell him each time to quit his shit, even though I don’t like she who shall not be named.”

EZ busted out laughing. You treated Emily like she was the damn plague. “She’s not Voldermort, you know.”

You tapped your chin. “You’re right. She’s that bitch everyone hates. The one in the pink outfit.”

EZ watched in amusement as you tried to figure out that character’s name. However, that amusement turned into horiness per usual. He would find you adorable then boom hardon. Sure did make things difficult when y’all were out in public.

“And oh poor Snape is dead now. I should rewatch those movies cause he’s a whole mo-, EZEKIEL!” There was a welcomed invasion in the form of EZ’s fingers in your core.

“Yes?” He nibbled on your neck.

“Did you get turned on by Snape?” Your giggle soon transformed into another moan.

That was music to his ears. That little attitude changed as soon as he applied pressure. “Baby that mouth is gonna get you in trouble one day.” His tongue explored your mouth. He loved how you couldn’t battle for dominance properly. You were subjected to his will.

“Ezekiel,” you gasped when he finally let you up for air. “If you can’t handle it, just say that.” Yeah, you still talked shit even you were clearly losing. You liked to call it one of your more admirable traits.

In a flash, your head was hanging off the edge of the bed. It was a real shame your view was distorted, because you loved seeing EZ in his full dominant energy. Your vision was inverted, so it wasn’t terrible but your brain wasn’t working properly for you to take it all in.

“Open up.” EZ hooked his thumb in your mouth and shoved his dick in.

This should be illegal. How did each time feel like a new experience? Ezekiel brought you to a higher plane each time.

“My pretty little whore.” His hands found their way around your throat.

EZ got lost in you, maybe too lost. The past few days started to come up. Soon he wasn’t choking you, instead he was holding down that punk he was fighting the other night. Luckily when he looked down your eyes snapped him out of it. “Mi gracia salvadora,” (My saving grace)

“Humm?”

EZ rubbed your cheek. “You’re my saving grace.” He pulled out and kneeled beside you. Couldn’t be romantic when you have your dick stuck down someone’s throat. “You.” He stroke back your hair. “You make me believe I’m a good person.”

Stopping his hand from smoothing back your hair, you grabbed his wrist and kissed the inside of his hand. You could tell he needed to be grounded in reality, in this moment. “Why do you say that baby?”

“Because God wouldn’t give me you if I wasn’t. I guess I’m not as horrible as I believe.”

You sat up and cupped his cheeks. “Ezekiel Reyes you are not a horrible person. And trust me God is most likely punishing you with me. I am not for the weak.”

EZ smacked his lips. “You ain’t lying there.”

If this wasn’t such an intimate moment, you would’ve slapped him. “You’re lucky I’m in a nice mood.” You continued on about how great of a person he was. Of course, he did some bad things. He was in an outlaw motorcycle gang, they’re very existence is going against the grain. But to his core, to his true self, Ezekiel Reyes is a good man and you’ll remind him of that every day if you have to.

“Okay, well this good man,” He crawled on top of you, pushing you against the headboard. “Is about to do very bad things to you.”

“Well you won’t get any complaints from me.”

Your laughter brought peace to EZ. As long as he had you, he had no worries. But unfortunately for him, those misdeeds were coming back to bite him in the ass.

On the other side of town, Miguel sat in his dark office with papers strewn everywhere and a drink in his hand. Something was wrong. Miguel could feel it in his bones. Dita Galindo was a proud woman. She would never commit suicide. She would never leave him or Cristobal. He would find out what happened and make whoever was responsible pay.

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Nice But Bad

Angel Reyes & Emily Galindo Thomas From these August Prompts: Consequences Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: All my fics are 18+, angsty, Mentions of death, murder, etc. Spoilers for series finale of mayans.

A/N: This is also angsty and heavy lol. A theme of mind. I love thinking of post canon now that the series is over. This is a loose translation of consequences but its the consequences of their actions and life that lead them here lol.

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California mornings were different than Texas mornings. The heat was palpable even as early as 7AM in Texas. It wasn’t something Angel was used to but he also wasn’t going to get used it either. This was just a stop on his and Maverick’s trip to solitude. Their journey to safety. Angel was still figuring out what that was, what that looked like, the logistics of it all. Lucky for him, Maverick got up early which dragged him to the park at 7:30 in the morning and left ample amount of time for him to think about what peace would look like for them both.

Maverick loved parks, he loved the swings, he loved climbing, he loved that every park had something different. Angel and him must’ve stopped at 30 different parks during their trek over from Southern California. The park they were currently at had a sandbox, Maverick had currently found himself knee deep in the sandbox, digging, making mountains of sand, knocking them down. He’d definitely need a bath in the crap motel Angel had for one more day but he didn’t mind if the kid was having fun. Over the course of their trip, Maverick made friends at each park and play area. Today was no different, he was currently knocking down all the mounds of sand with a friend he made at some point from when they arrived to now, it wasn’t exactly hard for the kid, he was pretty friendly.

Angel began to gaze off, thinking about everything. About EZ, about Felipe, about the funeral, about stabbing EZ. All the memories flooded his brain whenever there was a vacant spot. His mind began to wander, get lost in thoughts and memories until the sound of a child’s scream alerted him to the sandbox. Without a second thought Angel was up and moving towards the two children who were screaming at a couple of wasps, he was hoping Maverick didn’t get stung, he wasn’t sure if he was allergic but today wasn’t the day he wanted to find out.

As Angel approached, he didn’t bother asking Maverick anything since he was still a bit too young for full words or sentences, he just looked him over looking for any stings or bites.

Just before he went to look at the other kid he heard a familiar voice.

“Are you okay, baby?”

A woman was hurrying over and doing the same thing Angel was by looking over her child. Angel’s eyes looked up, to confirm the voice he heard. She looked different, not too much physically, she still had short red hair, but her energy was different, there was a lightness to her that Angel hadn’t seen since they were kids, but her eyes held a heaviness in them, like they had seen terrors. Angel recognized it because he saw the same thing in his own eyes when he looked in the mirror.

“Emily?” Angel said, his hands still on Maverick’s shoulders as he looked up to the woman and then looked down to Cristobal.

Emily stood their frozen as her hands were resting on her son’s shoulders. Her mouth was slightly agape as she took in the man squatting to her left. She felt her flight or fight response kick in after a few seconds of being frozen. She brought her arms in, bringing Cristobal to her chest and then quickly behind her. “Angel.” She spoke it the opposite of a question, it was a statement, one that she only said to give her a few more seconds to think of what to do.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” He picked Maverick up in his arms as he stood up, thinking maybe if she saw he had a child, his child, in his hands that he meant no harm. It was obvious what was going through Emily’s head.

Emily took in the scene for a few more seconds before she relaxed, her shoulders fell and her eyes closed before she shook her head from her own thoughts. “Sorry, uh, I guess the kids got scared by a wasp.”

“Yea, I think they bury in the sand, no one got stung though, right?” Angel looked at Maverick again to search for any sign of distress before looking over at Cristobal.

“Did the wasp sting you?” Emily lowered her self again to stare at her son who was smiling as he shook his head no.

“Why don’t you guys go to the playground instead? Play on the slides.” Angel was placing Maverick down, who immediately ran over to the metal set.

Cristobal was staring at Angel and then moved his gaze to his mother for her approval. She nodded and lightly pushed him to go towards Maverick before she stood up, wiping the sand off her pants as she did. Both of them stood next to each other as the two boys went right back to playing like they had known each other their whole lives.

Angel broke the silence as he crossed his arms.

“I, uh, what brings you to Texas?” He was searching for what the right thing to say was.

“I’d assume the same thing as you.” Emily was still guarded, which she had every right to be, with everything that has happened to her.

“Right.” Angel nodded, a little taken back by her tone.

Emily caught on immediately, her head turned to Angel, taking in the sight of him, she recognized the weight of a broken heart and the strength of a parent trying to do better for their child. She let out a sigh and crossed her arms. “You wanna sit down?” She pointed to the bench behind them.

Angel nodded in agreement and they both sat on the bench, the awkwardness got more palpable then, the space between them would make any bystander think they had no knowledge of the other, no common memories, nothing that tied them. Although, they really didn’t have much that tied them together anymore, just the two boys in front of them but the relation there wasn’t something of public knowledge or theirs.

“I feel like there’s an elephant in the room.” Angel said as his leg shook up and down.

“There’s probably 15.” Emily held back a laugh.

Both of them didn’t look at eachother, they just kept their eyes on their children in front of them.

“Yea.” Angel let out a chuckle too but quickly reigned it in as the thoughts filled his mind. Emily’s face did the same as the weight of the memories sat on her shoulders.

“Do you remember EZ’s high school graduation?” Angel spoke up again as he remembered sitting in between Felipe and Emily.

“I do, you made paper airplanes that you threw throughout the arena.” Emily proved her remembrance of the day.

“Flew them. I flew them.” Angel corrected her. “And if I remember, you gave me pages from your program, you fed the bad habit.”

“Oh I was the enabler.” Emily laughed. “Felipe scolded you like you were 15 years old.”

“I’d like to remind you I was like 23 and living on my own.”

“I’m not sure what that proves.” Emily was still laughing.

“I wish things were as simple as they were back then.” Angel got serious.

Emily stopped laughing and thought back, it was simple, and they didn’t even realize it. “It was inevitable that it was going to get complicated.”

Angel didn’t understand that.

“He always had a cloud over him, Angel.” Emily got serious as well.

Angel looked over at her now, but Emily continued to look forward. His face was full of question, wondering what things EZ and her had talked about that made her see that cloud, it was something he never cared about when they were dating, nothing he even thought twice about until now. Then it hit him, she might not have known, she knew EZ so well, his first love, his first real girlfriend, everything that happened between them during and after their relationship. She deserved to know.

“I don’t know if you know but–” Angel began to speak, now doing anything he could to avoid eye contact with her.

“I know.” She cut him off, saving Angel from having to say the words. EZ is dead.

“I saw the news. That the DOJ raided the clubhouse, that there were minimal survivors.” There was a lump in her throat as she said it.

While that was the truth, there was so much more to it and Angel sat there wondering if he should clarify, what that would even sound like, what he would say.

“Seeing you, I thought I was seeing a ghost.” She smiled at that, trying to break the tension and weight of the conversation.

“I got out.” Angel spoke immediately to answer Emily’s statement. “Before the raid,” Angel pointed to Maverick who was being helped up the stairs of the play set by Cristobal. “I left the club for him.”

“As incredibly sad as this all is, Angel. I’m happy to see you out. He deserves that.” Emily nodded to the kids.

“They both do.” Angel corrected her.

Emily looked at Angel now, wondering what he meant, what he knew.

“I saw the news.” Her statement was being repeated to her, but it had to be all over, Miguel Galindo killed by his security guard.

“Oh.” Was the only thing that could come out of her mouth at Angel’s words.

Angel had nothing to say to that, so they both sat there, with their own weighted cloud above them watching their children play and laugh together.

“Em?” Angel’s voice was soft as he spoke the nickname EZ used so often for the woman. “At, at my Pop’s funeral, your– uh, Miguel, he came by, he had these photos. It was weird, he wasn’t there to gloat or be an ass he was just–sad, I don’t know, I don’t even know what I’m asking you.”

“Dita– Miguel’s mother. She knew Felipe. I think, I wanted to believe the bright side of things, especially when the dark side was sucking everything up but, I don’t know it’s all speculation and me thinking about things on the ride but–”

“Miguel was Felipe’s son.” Angel spoke out loud what Emily had been trying to wrap her head around for weeks. “My brother.” Angel nodded. “I had my suspicions.” Angel thought back to his conversation with Miguel, him not telling the club or the cartel that he burned the warehouse down, the pictures, him coming to the funeral, the genuine look on his face. It didn’t matter now, the fact of it all. He was dead, along with Angel’s other brother, and their father.

Emily was silent, despite the thought being pinballed in her head all these days, all these weeks, now it felt more solidified. It felt confirmed, although it never would be fully confirmed. She had her own reasons for her own suspicions, the photos she found of Dita and Felipe, her conversations with Felipe, Miguel’s mother, all of it. But the main thing that was sitting heavy on her mind was she had fallen in love with two Reyes brothers. Maybe the cloud that was hovering over EZ was actually hers, she was destined to cross their path in one way or another. EZ wouldn’t have killed her sister, though. Although, she didn’t know EZ the way she used to anymore so maybe he would have. The thoughts could have buried her, she could have drowned in the rabbit hole of them all, the thought that the little girl she once was grew up to have so much death, destruction, and heart break in her life and she wasn’t an innocent in the story at all. She was apart of that death, that destruction, that hurt.

“You know, that uh, makes them cousins.”

Angel interrupted her thoughts, Emily turned to look at him and then back at the kids.

They were still laughing, there wasn’t a moment where they weren’t giggling honestly, it was kind of amazing, there was no conversation between the two, only laughs and playful actions.

“Yea, that would.” There was a moment between the both of them of peace. It wasn’t the peace either of them were looking for but it didn’t take away from the tranquility of it all.

“You know this is it, right?” About 15 minutes had passed before they said anything to each other. She thought she was going to have to explain herself but then Angel agreed.

“I know. But we should let them have this moment.” Angel leaned back and relaxed.

“So where are you headed?” Emily asked, taking a deep breath.

Angel turned to look at her now, and tilted his head. It was it’s own response but he asked her a questions to really sell his point.

“You really wanna know?”

“No,” She shook her head with a smile. “I think that’ll make this harder.”

“He wanted to go, Em.” Angel spoke up, still staring at the woman.

She nodded, understanding his sentence even though it broke her.

“Do you?” She asked Angel, this was more a personal question, one that had nothing to do with the past, but simultaneously had everything to do with the past. Her voice was sincere, almost like she was asking to figure out her own answer, figure out what she should be thinking, should be feeling. Ironically, they were in similar situations.

“Now that I got him, no.” Angel’s voice was solid, no shaking no hesitation. But that meant he thought about it, and little to Emily’s knowledge he thought about it a lot alongside of every negative memory over the last few years. But it always came back to Maverick.

“Yea, me too.” She agreed, her answer was solid too, although the question was asked curiously with the idea her answer was in the air, deep down she knew.

“He needs you.” Angel was staring at Emily, almost like he could hear her inner thoughts.

“It’s a shame, they really seem to get along.” Emilky changed the topic immediately.

“Yea, they do.” A chuckle came from Angel’s mouth as he spoke and looked out at the kids.

“We could maybe do something like this, once a year, agree on a location and date for the next year each time.” Emily shrugged, backtracking slightly on her earlier statement.

“We could.” Angel was slightly reluctant. “But what happens when they’re older, and start to question it?”

“We would discuss it year to year.” Emily joked, the smile growing on her face before it faded away.

“It’s probably a bad idea.” Angel crossed his arms.

“Yea.” Emily agreed, crossing her legs.

“It was a nice idea, though.” Angel wanted to express how much he wished it was possible. “Nice but bad.”

Emily agreed, “Yea, nice but bad.”

Time passed by, they each didn’t want to pull the kids away from each other but they knew they were running on a ticking clock. It was now early afternoon, the sun was getting stronger as the seconds passed and both Emily and Angel knew that their time had run out.

“We should probably get going.” She stood up which made Angel follow.

“Yea, us too.”

The two of them walked over to the kids, grabbed them, got them settled on the bench while they packed up toys and such in both of their bags. The kids were fighting sleep on the bench, Maverick was horizontal and pretty much fully asleep while Cristobal was nodding off, his head falling backwards as the exhaustion from the sun and playing caught up to him.

“This was nice.” Emily said as she was finally all packed up and now had a sleeping Cristobal in her arms.

Angel was in the process of picking up Maverick, letting him rest over his shoulder. “But bad.” He was teasing although there was truth in it. Both of them didn’t really know if anyone was after them, if anyone had followed them, was watching them.

“Yea, nice but bad.” Emily agreed with a small smile on her face.

Angel shrugged like his next statement wasn’t going to be filled with intricacies and much thought to be had.

“Good luck, Em. Maybe I’ll see you here this time next year.”

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