#ezekiel reyes fanfiction

[drabbles-mc]

On the Run

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, angst

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!

Prompt: colorful

Word Count: 500

A/N: unwell about him, truly

For the longest time it felt like the only color he could see was red. In his clothes, on his hands, behind his eyelids when they were closed. It was inescapable, the blood that coated everything. There was no one to blame for it but himself, either. It was a mess of his own making.

He tried to run away from it. Days spent on the run trying to get as far away from it as possible turned into weeks. Weeks of constantly looking back over his shoulder, like he was leaving a trail of blood behind him that was going to lead them all right to him. It’d serve him right, and he knew that, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from trying to outrun fate.

But no one could run forever, not even EZ. Eventually, he got tired. Eventually, he had to find a place to land, even if it was only temporary. He did his best to lay low—a skill that he hadn’t put to good use in far too long. And he was doing well with it, too, until the day that he ran into you.

The first time he hadn’t thought anything of it. He’d noticed you, but no more than he made notice of anyone else. The interaction was over as quickly as it started, and you both went on with your days. You weren’t the first person he’d had a brief run-in since he paused, you wouldn’t end up being the last either. What you were, though, was one of the only people he was running into over and over again.

It got to a point where it felt wrong to not ask for his name. It felt worth it to have something to call him if you were going to keep passing, a little closer than ships in the night. He hadn’t thought far enough ahead to give you a false one. He’d kicked himself for it all the way back to the room he was crashing in. Kicked himself for it the day after that, too. He regretted it all the way until he heard you call it out from a few yards away down the sidewalk.

He lifted his head at the sound, expecting to feel fear shoot down his spine but instead, when he saw you standing there, waving with a smile on your face as you continued towards him, he felt the knot in his gut start to loosen for the first time in months. And when you stopped in front of him with a comfortable, “Hey, Ezekiel,” it was the first time in a long time that he could remember the world being covered in more than just red.

Your hand grazed his arm and his world finally got the rest of its colors back. But all he could think as he tried to get your name out in return was how much he was going to miss it all when it was gone again.

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

It Burns Golden - An EZ/Reader/Guero One Shot Story.

SMUTTY THREESOME GOODNESS IS HERE, BESTIESSSSS!

Words - 1,687

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

It burns golden, the pleasure that streaks over your skin like a summer dawn, evoked by two mouths hungrily mapping their desire across your body. You’d gone to the clubhouse with one single-minded agenda that evening; to get laid by an outlaw.  

You did not expect to go home with two. All because you couldn’t pick between them.

“Then why choose?” the younger had stated, looking at his president with a grin. “You down?”

EZ’s smirk had widened instantly. “Absolutely.”  

Riding on the back of his bike while giving him directions to your home, you’d felt a little high with anticipation, your head fuzzy, your body light and tingly at the prospect of two men within your bed at once. Seeing them both strip off for you once they’d got there? It’s a visual you will carry with you forever. Feeling them both mutually attend to your pleasure? Well, that part has only just begun.  

Thank goodness you have an amply sized bed.  

Their mouths haven’t even encroached up erogenous areas, and yet you sizzle with the heat of a hundred suns, Guero laying licks and soft bites to your neck, EZ’s mouth kissing a smouldering path down your body, tongue circling your navel as his hands caress your thighs. You anticipate feeling the glide of his tongue to tease licks at your apex, yet it’s a different kind of tease that he has in mind.

His breath flutters warm against you, a soft lick swiping over your slit, his mouth moving to caress your inner thigh instead. He grins at your tiny whine of frustration, offering satiation by way of skimming his fingertips into the already dewy warmth of your folds. You gasp against Guero’s mouth, his hands gliding over your breasts, his tongue joining, your nipples slowly circled with heated licks.  

Your hips buck at the intrusion of two fingers sliding into the velvet clasp of your cunt, EZ sitting up to watch you enjoy it, your body slowly undulating as he moves them in a wave, each sweet spot inside of you stroked with careful precision. They twist gently, seeking out ways to light you up, your head foggy with arousal as Guero brings his mouth back to yours, his hand trailing down your body.  

When his fingertips reach your clit, your breath hitches, tummy juddering, the dark fire of his eyes burning into yours before you exchange kisses of syrupy heat once more. EZ lowers to sprinkle kisses up your side, each of your hands stroking them both, their skin a sumptuous blanket of tattooed muscles against you, mouths kissing prayers of lust over your flesh.  

The circled drag of fingertips over your clit coupled with the thorough, yet slow plunge into your slick core makes you feel as if you’re burning slow, EZ’s hand grasping your jaw as Guero’s mouth moves back to your nipple, his lips pressing to yours, kissing you with chilling heat. Your grasp at the back of his neck, melding yourself with him before he slips from you, sucking your nipple on his way back down your body.

You thrum with the pleasure of it, being touched so expertly by them both, their fingers making you feel as if moonbeams streak from the very darkest depths of you, lighting you in a way you have never been illuminated before. Guero moves his hand away, the two fingers dampened from you pushed into your mouth, watching you suck them, his big hand clasping your jaw, kissing you fiercely as EZ’s tongue finally lays wet heat where you crave it the most.  

The fever of it rushes through you, winds tight, Guero’s teeth prickling your lower lip at the exact same time EZ wraps your clit in the hot suck of his lips, making your muscles cord, your back arching off the bed. Big hands push you down, EZ holding you still, the tip of his tongue circling, nerve endings caressed with sublimity.

His thumb tugs your clit hood back, your little bud standing out more to the onslaught of his hungry, relentless mouth. The groans against you are rich and full-bodied, your hand curling around his head, nails scraping over his shaven hair, the other buried in the roots of the soft, dark locks of the man who moves to kiss you wantonly.  

They are the two dark stars who move in orbit around you, EZ’s hands gripping your thighs as you reach to your nightstand and yank the drawer open, pulling out necessary items in a long strip of condoms and a bottle of lube. The latter is put to immediate use, pumping a slick into your hand, wrapping it around Guero’s cock, biting your lip as a pleasant roll of warmth curls through you to feel his girth.  

Your free hand cups his face, kissing the groan from his lips as your hand tightens and drags, feeling his hardness bob against your grip, your thighs closing in around EZ’s face. The faint prickle of stubble rubs your skin as he eats you with aplomb, lips tight at your clit, fingers buried so deep, your slick gently trickles out over his knuckles.  

His teeth gently graze your bud, and it sends sparks skittering through you, tongue rolling over you again firmly, heat misting your spine. While EZ licks utter divinity against you, you begin to pump faster on Guero’s cock, his mouth leaving yours, his groan a bonfire of sound that roars through your blood, his teeth grazing your neck as his hips sway forward to fuck into the wet grasp of your hand.  

Pre cum seeps from him, your thumb circling the slit of his cock, his body trembling at your side, his moans a deep gravel as his chest heaves, and you begin to pull it from him, your eyes fixed upon his.

“Mmm, that’s it, gorgeous,” you encourage, hand quickening upon him, “come for me.” His mouth lands upon yours, hot, messy kisses somewhat muting the deep growl as he twitches and spills over your hand, panting against your tongue.  

“Fuck,” he grits, breathless and still trembling, your hand gentling upon him. “Fuck, you ruined me.”  

You chuckle wickedly, mouth scattering kisses down the tattooed side of his neck. “Not yet, I haven’t.” You reach for some tissues, cleaning your hand, beckoning for EZ as you sit up, pulling his mouth to yours. A quick, fluid shift in bodies has him lying back against the pillows, your mouth gliding down the splendour of his muscle ridged torso, and Guero lying beneath you on his back.  

His hands grasp your ass, pulling you down to meet his mouth, the hot wrap of pillowy heat from his lips encircling your clit, your body shivering in response. He sucks a fever at you, tongue circling, hands gliding over your back, your pussy trickling onto his tongue as he opens his mouth to drag a firm lick through your folds.  

At the same time, you run a long, slow lick up the thick vein of the very hard cock before you, taking EZ into your mouth and enveloping him in a hungry suck. He goes to speak, the word ‘fuck’ knocked out of the way by a hungry groan, his head thudding back, eyes closing tightly for a few moments, opening again to watch you taking him into your throat.  

You have him mindless from your mouth quickly, his hands tangling in your hair, your own arousal intensifying from the rapidly moving tongue against your clit. Pleasure begins to streak beneath your skin like meteors, Guero pushing his fingers into your dripping hole, pounding your insides until he has you gleaming and crying out.  

He has it bursting from you, the pleasure crackling like a forest fire, blazing over your bones as you squeak around a mouthful of cock, a long, low groan vibrating your throat, making EZ twitch against your tongue. You’re still knocked sideways by the force of your orgasm when you see Guero’s hand reach to grasp the condoms, pulling one from the strip and moving behind you.  

Anticipation creeps over your muscles, feeling him push against you, the stretch of him sending tingles through your walls. He splits you wide, fills you deep, his hands gripping your waist as he fills and empties you with long, even strokes, and god, if you could see the smile on his face at how good you feel.  

It rolls through you like a storm, Guero not remaining contained for long before he’s pounding into you savagely, forcing muted little cries from you as your mouth glides upon EZ’s cock, his abs trembling as his hands fist tight in your hair, hips rising to fuck your mouth. Their moans fill the room with the sexiest harmony of sin, your fingers pattering up his chest, pinching tightly on his nipples.

White hot pleasure glints through you, tumbling down your spine like a shooting star, Guero reaching beneath you to rub circles at your clit as his cock punches you deep, splits you wide, remakes you around him. You feel boneless between them, your nails dragging each dip and rise of EZ’s torso, your eyes finding his, hazel shining gold as you watch him ascending.  

He grits, a groan like tumbling boulders echoing through his chest as he spills into your throat, your mouth gentling on him before finally releasing him with a wet pop, your breaths hot at his hip as Guero fucks a storm of nirvana through your body, your hips pushing back against him as you cry out.  

Your voice breaks on his name, your waves flooding his shore as you come with a feral wail, his body rapidly driving against you until his cock jerks and he’s joining you, tight bliss come undone, his head resting upon your back.  

“Oh god,” you pant, EZ stroking your face, his thumb dragging your lip as you feel Guero plant kisses down your spine before he pulls from you with a little shudder. “I’m so done.”

The men both exchange a look, laughing. “No, you aren’t.”

They’re not wrong either.  

A/N - Part two? Maybe... ;)

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Your Biker in Worn Leather

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst/Comfort

Word count: 353

Summary: You call EZ to pick you up and his temper goes through the roof at the state you’re in.

Warnings: Mentions of cuts, scratches, and bruises

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“Can you please come and get me?” Those words played on loop in EZ’s head, he couldn’t get the sound of your scared voice out of his head. You didn’t tell him what happened or if you were hurt, only where to pick you up from.

Ezekiel was quick to jump on his bike and speed to your location. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, mind racing a mile a second thinking about all the possible scenarios you could be in. By the time EZ finally found you on the side of the street, it was pouring rain and you had no rain coat or umbrella to shield you. As EZ took off his helmet and goggles, he noticed you were shaking and that’s when you immediately raced towards him, throwing your arms around his neck and clinging to him for dear life, not giving him the chance to get off his bike. EZ’s arms instinctively enveloped you in a tight embrace, his hand gently rubbing your back. Neither one of you cared that you were getting drenched and could possibly end up with a cold tomorrow. You needed him, his safety, his protection, and you needed him as close as possible. EZ allowed the hug to last a few more moments. “Let’s get you dry, okay?” He spoke softly, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

You nodded against his shoulder before pulling yourself out of his arms. As you did so, EZ caught sight of the state you were in, a busted lip, bruises decorating your arms, and a red cheek. EZ’s blood boiled more and more as he saw each bruise, scratch, and cut littering your body. “Who did this to you?” He blurted out, causing you to jump at his stern tone and clenched jaw. The movement didn’t go unnoticed. “I’m sorry, mi amor. I didn’t mean to scare you. Do you know who did this to you?” He apologized before asking again, this time in a calmer tone.

You knew exactly who did this, and you knew EZ would revel in setting the score.

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[ravennaortiz]

Hello darling I’m back again for some more smut with EZ cause I can’t get enough of that beautiful man.

Can we do prompts: 12, 21 & 39

Please and thank you! Love you❤️

Welcome back Love!!!!!! Some smut with the handsome EZ? Why of course I can do that for ya! Loves ya too! Come back for more anytime! As always 18+! Now lets get to the magic!

Lets see Prompts

12. Do you wanna come in?

21. Like what you see?

39. (blank) is yourdad/brother? Why didn't you tell me?

Fun Night, Terrible Morning

"Do you wanna come in?" you asked as you opened the door and looking over you shoulder at EZ. He seemed surprised but nodded as he followed you in. "Make yourself comfortable. Want a drink?" you stated as you locked the door and gestured to your couch. "I'll take a beer" replied EZ as he kicked his boots off and hung his leather by the door where you had put your jacket. Moving to your couch he settled in and couldn't help the grin as he heard you humming to yourself as you made your way to the kitchen.

The two of you had been on a handful of dates over the last couple of weeks and he was feeling confident that you might actually be the one. "Here ya go" you replied a couple minutes later as you handed him a beer and set yours on the table. "Mind if I go change into something more comfy?" you inquired with a smile as you stood in front of him. "Not at all" replied EZ as he smiled up at you. "Be right back" you replied before walking down the hall to he assumed your bedroom.

A few minutes later EZ heard you call for him. "Everything okay?" he asked as he tapped on your half opened door. "Yeah" you called with a giggle. Confused EZ pushed the door open and the sight of you splayed out on your bed, hands roaming your body left him speechless. "Like what you see?" you inquired innocently as you let the tips of your fingers dip just slightly into your wet core. EZ simply nodded as his eyes followed your fingers as you moved them to your mouth licking them like a lollipop. "You should come get a taste" you purred as you watched EZ lick his lips.

Within seconds EZ had shed his clothes and pulled you to the edge of his bed as he latched his mouth onto your wet core." God damn" he moaned into you as he closed his eyes relishing in the intoxicating taste of you. You let out a sharp breath when his teeth grazed your clit. "EZ" you moaned as you clamped your thighs around his head as he latched onto it sucking gently.

When he added two fingers and started pressing into that soft sweet spot your body spasmed as he tipped you over the edge into a heavenly bliss. EZ moaned into you as your sweet nectar flooded his mouth. Ez pulled two more earth shattering orgasms out of you before he finally pulled away panting.

Once you had regained your ability to move some you rolled over onto your stomach and raised your hips up off the bed. "I need you in me" you whimpered as you looked over your shoulder at him. Without hesitation Ez was sliding his stiff cock fully into you making you cry out his name. Ez groaned as he gripped your hips tightly and started slamming into you. He knew he wouldn't last long this time as your walls gripped him. "Feel so good wrapped around me " he moaned as he felt you clench around him as you let out an a string of fucks as he tipped your over stimulated body over the edge. Your eyes rolled back and you gripped the sheets tightly in your fist as you came around his cock milking his own release deep into you.

***

Next morning

You were startled awake by your bedroom door slamming shut. Yanking the sheets around your still naked body you saw Ez pressed against the door with a look of panic. "What's wrong?" you asked as you looked at him. Is Coco Cruz is your brother?" demanded Ez. You sighed before answering. "Yeah. I'm guessing he let himself in huh" you answered as you stated. "Don't worry he is harmless" you added trying to reassure EZ. EZ stared at you like you had grown a second head before replying. "Why would you not tell me your brother is also a Mayan? Also, no he is not harmless. He has his gun and a knife on you coffee table and asked which one I would prefer my dick to be removed with. " replied EZ his voice rising slightly in panic. "Oh. I'll go explain" you replied as you got put of bed and started looking for your clothes. "You will be fine" you added as you kissed his cheek before stepping out of the room.

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[zaenight]

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[garbinge]

Contaminated (13/?)

Angel Reyes x OC Lara Barrera Losa OC Lara Losa x OC Frankie Loza

From these August Prompts:  “Damage Control"

A/N: Update for my girlies <3 and Angel lol.

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Chapter Index

TW: 18+, mentions of death, losing a loved one, Alzheimers, cancer, light angst, cursing. . 

Word Count: 1.8k 

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“So this has been going on for five years?” Frankie sat at the kitchen island trying to wrap her brain around everything. 

“No, once five years ago. And now, only for a few months.” Lara explained. 

“Months?!” Frankie’s eyes went bug eyed. 

“Weeks! A few weeks!” Lara corrected herself to ease Frankie more into it. She was in full damage control mode and trying to back track her mistake of not telling her best friend about her and Angel, although classifying it as a mistake wasn’t exactly true. She had her reasons for not saying anything but she was regretting her finding out this way. Lara’s eyes moved over to the person to her right expecting him to chime in but Angel was too busy stuffing his face. 

Lara closed her eyes and took a big sigh before looking back at Frankie. 

“I was going to tell you, I promise I was going to tell you.” Her hand extended across the island to grab Frankie’s. “I just, things are really complicated right now. I didn’t wanna risk Bishop finding out and honestly we weren’t really sure this was anything until yesterday anyways.” 

At that Angel looked up from his plate, “Um, no I was actually sure, just following your lead.” 

Lara looked at him with a frown and then back at Frankie, “Alright well I wasn’t sure this was anything so I wanted to wait to tell you.”

Frankie just sat there, frown on her face, more confused than angry as she took in all the information.

“Are you happy?” She looked at Lara and asked, her face was serious. 

Lara looked at Frankie for a split second before looking over to Angel who was also waiting for her response. Her silence was bringing anxiety to everyone in the room except herself. Turning back to Frankie she nodded. 

“The happiest I’ve been since Aiden.” She knew Frankie would get that, Lara loved her little brother like anyone would have loved and cared for their little sibling, but Aiden brought Lara pure joy into her life and when he died that light in Lara went with him. 

“Okay then.” Frankie said with a nod and she stood up getting ready to leave. 

“I’m going up north with Hank today to see my grandma.” She was grabbing her bag and situating it back over her pajamas. 

“It’s like 5 in the morning.” Angel said confused since the girl had just gotten home an hour ago and was pretty drunk. 

Lara knew though. This time of year was difficult for everyone. For Lara and Bishop it brought up the painful memories of losing Aiden. For Frankie and Hank it was his mother, her grandmother, while she was still alive, she was going downhill but they still went up every year around this time to celebrate the anniversary of her beating cancer. It was fucked up that the year she beat cancer the early onset of Alzheimer's began. It gave them an excuse to visit her and ring the bell every year, though and it did bring some happiness to each of them to see her celebrate it. 

“I completely spaced.” Lara said realizing it was one of the reasons she had gotten drunk. “Do you need a ride?” Yes, Lara was sucking up, but that’s what you did when you were in full damage control mode with your best friend. You kissed her ass. 

“No Hank’s picking me up, I’m gonna wait outside for him.” She squeezed Lara’s arm and gave a half smile even though it looked more like a frown. “I’m happy you’re happy. You deserve that.” 

As Frankie passed Angel she leaned over to give him a quick goodbye. “If you hurt her I’ll fuckin’ gut you.” It was said at such a whisper, Angel almost missed it but he didn’t. His eyes went wide and his brows met in the middle of his forehead as the shock and confusion of what Frankie said to him settled in. As Frankie pulled away the smile on her face was like nothing of the sorts had just been spoken from her mouth. 

Lara walked Frankie to the door, there was so much more she wanted to say but right now wasn’t the right time. But she couldn’t just say nothing. 

“I want you to know it’s not because I didn’t trust you–”

“I know, Lara. It’s because you wanted to keep it yours. I get it.” The smile on Frankie’s face was a lot more genuine now, “but I’m still mad at you. And whatever this is, I expect it when I’m back.” She laughed, referring to Lara’s full kiss ass mode. 

The two hugged before Frankie walked out the door leaving Lara and Angel in the apartment by themselves. 

“That could’ve gone worse!” Angel said, standing up from the stool. 

“That could’ve gone better.” Lara said with an eye roll. 

“Well, I’m sure a couple hours of sleep will make you feel better.” Angel was practically begging to go back to bed. 

“You can go back to bed but I have tons of shit I need to get done.” Lara started picking through the cabinet under the sink for cleaning supplies. 

“What?” Angel frowned and looked at what Lara was doing. 

“I’m in full damage control mode, I’m gonna clean her room, like really clean her room and do her laundry.” Lara said in an obvious way like Angel should have known better. “Why don’t you go home, crash, and call me when you’re up, I’ll come over and we can stay at your place tonight. Give Frankie some space.” 

Angel was genuinely baffled and confused but knew better than to argue with the girl. “Sure, you don’t need help cleaning?” 

“Thanks for the offer but I’ll be good.” Lara smiled as Angel bent down and placed a kiss on her head.

Cleaning was actually pretty therapeutic for Lara, it gave her time to clear her head while also going through some thoughts and feelings she needed to sort out, doing this for Frankie felt like the right thing. She honestly didn’t hide it because she thought Frankie would tell Bishop it was exactly what Frankie said, she wanted it to be just her and Angel’s thing. No outside sway or opinions. It was dark by the time Angel called, Lara knew he had probably been up for a while and got called into club stuff, she didn’t mind, it gave her more time around the house. 

Now at Angel’s, the two of them were knocked out on the couch, both catching up on the hours they missed from the night prior. Hours must’ve passed by just with the TV playing overnight in the background while the two laid snoring on the couch. An alarm went off on someones phone, causing both of them to stir awake, both a little frightened while they searched for the source of the noise. 

“It’s not mine.” Angel said his voice groggy and raspy. 

“It’s mine, I have a shift. It’s already 7AM.” Lara sighed and plopped back down against Angel who had already tried to go back to sleep. 

“Call out.” Angel mumbled. 

“I wish, I need the money. I’m gonna shower.” Lara wasn’t exactly speaking at anything higher than a mumble either. “Please can you make me coffee?” 

The groan from Angel’s throat was one of annoyance but not one of defiance so Lara knew she’d have a hot cup of coffee when she got out of the shower which is what motivated her to get up in the first place. “Thank you.” 

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“I don’t know what you did to get water pressure like that but I’m demanding you come to our apartment and do it to our shower.” Lara said as she walked through Angel’s house in one of his flannels and her hair wet ready for a coffee. 

To Lara’s surprise, Angel wasn’t alone, she walked right into the living room where EZ was with the biggest grin on his face. 

“Hi Lara.” He smiled from ear to ear. 

“Prospect.” She rolled her eyes, no need to hide now. If Frankie didn’t tell him, she eventually would have and there was no going back from or denying her swimming in Angel’s clothes. 

Angel had a cup of coffee in his hand and handed one to Lara. “EZ brought coffee, you can have mine.”

“If I knew you were gonna have company I would have brought three, or not come at all.” The grin on EZ’s face was getting bigger as he spoke, he wanted to boast and tell Angel every version of ‘I told you so’ that he could. 

Lara took two sips from the cup and handed it back to Angel. “Here I just needed a jolt, I gotta get ready and head out anyways, I’ll grab something on the way.” And before she could even let either of them respond she was running back into Angel’s room and tossing her all black hostess outfit on and tying her hair back. 

As the two boys stood alone in the living room, EZ wiggled his eyebrows at Angel which earned him a light shove and ‘shut the fuck up’ before Lara reappeared in the room. 

“Sorry to leave like this, thanks for the coffee sips.” She stood up on her tip toes to grab Angel’s head and leave a kiss on his lips before grabbing her purse off the hooks and going to the door to leave. “Bye EZ!” 

Now both the men were truly alone in Angel’s house, there was a couple seconds of silence before EZ spoke up. 

“So should I say I told you so, I was right, or something else? I’ll let you come up with it even, it can be a joint effort.” EZ was still grinning from ear to ear. 

“Man, shut up.” Angel turned to grab his kutte from the hooks. “I thought you needed me for club shit.” 

“I do, but this is just my reward for having to play hide n seek with the fuckin’ club. No one answers their phone this early.” 

“Yea bro, it’s 7 fuckin AM.” Angel’s eyebrows raised as he placed his kutte on and grabbed the coffee back to chug half of it down. “Come on let’s go.” 

“Yo,” EZ said as they started to head out themselves. “Don’t fuck this shit up.” It was serious, he wasn’t grinning anymore, it was coming from a genuine place. 

“Don’t go saying shit at the club, aight? Bish doesn’t know and I’m gonna let Lara tell me how she wants to deal with that.” Angel yelled back at his little brother and paused before speaking up again. 

“And I’m not gonna fuck it up.”

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[narcolini]

in his shadow

ezekial ‘ez’ reyes x oc: ava gomez, angst/comfort, 2119 words

warnings for depictions of grief, talking about dead loved ones

for day 13 of whumpril : blurry vision | support | “i think i need to sit down”

a/n: omg i have made myself obsessed with yet another silly little pairing with my silly little ocs but . realllly enjoyed this and i’m definitely going to be adding more of them throughout whumpril because :( <3 babies

tagging: @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc​ (let me know if you want to be tagged)

It’s the worst day of the year, every year. Worse than the anniversary of his death, really, because in the chaos of it all, Ava had forgotten the exact date it happened. She can barely even remember which day of the week it was now. Just that it was an afternoon in the Fall, and she’d been working, so they called her office not her cell. She got the news standing at her manager’s desk, staring at the pinboard in front. Could tell you in a heartbeat what was pinned there, which leaflets she read while hearing the worst news of her life, but the date? That was gone like smoke, blown apart by a change in the wind.

His birthday, though, that’s a date she’s known for so long that it’ll never go. It just cycles around instead. Every year, quicker than she expects, it comes, goes, and then it’s back around the Earth to haunt her again.

Last year, she’d spent it doing all the things he liked to do, which involved wasting the night away with the Mayans, drinking everything they bought her—because that’s their way of paying respect—and she regretted it. Big time. Not just for the headache afterwards, but because it felt like he’d died all over again. The way they looked at her, the sympathy behind every put-on smile. It comes from a good place, she knows, but, God, it makes it hard to move on. Hard to celebrate his life, when she’s the focus point for the grief of everyone else in the room.

She planned to keep to herself this year: watch a movie, order pizza, be in bed before eleven. But she didn’t even last until midday before driving herself crazy with it. With the thought of him, the absence of him. She needed company, that was evident now, but she needed the company of someone who doesn’t miss him as much as she does. Someone who never met him at all.

EZ wasn’t home when she knocked, knuckles bouncing off the thin trailer door. He wasn’t in the clubhouse either, but she didn’t hang around long enough to ask why, or where he was. Couldn’t face the questions that would no doubt follow.

You good, Ava?

You need something?

Instead, she’s waiting for him outside, sitting on the dirt by a stack of tires. The trailer’s directly opposite her, door right in her eye-line. When EZ comes back, she’ll be the first to know, the first to catch him. She can throw her offer in the ring, ask him to hang, before anyone else can. Secure herself some company before she truly goes crazy. Wanna get something to eat? Or let me sit in your trailer, while you work out and I talk about my dead fiancé for hours?

If EZ wasn’t the person he is, she wouldn’t dare ask it of him, but he’s probably the only guy for miles that would say yes to both.  

She stretches her legs out, bare calves against the gravel. It’s been nearly an hour now and, God, it’s hot. The sun’s sitting right over her, searing into the parting of her hair, putting beads of sweat across the top of her lip. She should’ve brought a drink with her, stopped at Starbucks on the way for an Iced coffee. But it’s too late now. He can’t be much longer.  

Like she’d summoned him herself, there it is, the rumble of an engine, the gleam of polished chrome pulling into the lot before her. She’s been around often enough to know them from their bikes, the colour of them, the size of the body. It’s EZ, and he parks it infront of her, a stone’s throw from the sole of her shoes.

He kicks the stand down, squinting at her as he dismounts. How he’s managing it, she doesn’t know, all the layers, the leather, the denim. It’s hot enough to roast him alive stationary, never mind riding down the asphalt. He pulls his helmet off, scrubbing the sweat out of his flattened hair, before shooting her a surprised, ‘Ava?’

‘Hey.’ She stands quickly to greet him, too quickly, actually. The blood goes from her feet to her head in a second, vision blacking out so swiftly that she staggers forward a step, toes catching on the ground.

‘Hey—woah.’ He lurches forward, taking her arm to steady her. ‘You good?’

She is, it’s just the world that’s spinning, tipping on axis. Her vision is back now, but swimming with floating specs that won’t blink away. And her body’s cold suddenly, but damp from the heat still, like her blood sugar’s dropped through the ground itself.

‘Ava?’

He’s trying to catch her attention, her gaze, by ducking his head down in front of her, but if she straightens out of the bend she’s adopted to meet him, she’ll collapse—maybe. Will send the blood back up to her head and blind herself again.

‘I think I need to sit down,’ she says, voice shaking slightly.

‘Yeah, me too,’ he agrees. ‘You been sat out here for long?’

Ava nods, glad of his grip on her arm as he starts to walk them towards his trailer. It’s the only thing keeping her upright, the only thing making the floor seem flat and not sloping, spinning.

‘Sit here.’ He puts her on the step—which she falls into clumsily, face pale—then moves back to use his body as shade, angling himself until his shadow is cast over where she sits. ‘Put your head between your knees.’

‘Does that help?’ Her head’s in her hands currently, and that’s doing nothing at all.

‘Find out for yourself,’ he says, talking with a slight smile. ‘Come on.’

She complies, folding to put her skull between her knees, with her eyes squeezed shut. It doesn’t stop the spinning right away, but it does lessen the pressure behind her brows, and the tightness in her chest. Enough of a difference to make her wait there, curled up like a pill-bug on his step.

‘Better?’

She hums.

‘What’re you doing here anyway?’ he asks, happy to do so now he knows she won’t collapse at his feet. ‘It’s like, a hundred degrees out here.’

‘Wanted to wait,’ she churns out, ‘for you.’

He shifts, fidgeting in front of her. She hears the soles of his boots against the dry ground to know that he’s doing it. ‘What for?’ he asks.

And now all the plans she had, dissolve like they were never there at all. There isn’t one suggestion left that feels doable. Partially because she’s made herself sick, from sitting too long, standing too quickly, spending too much time in the sun, and partly because he’s already doing her a favour. He’s already stopped her from passing out in his arms, and now she’s supposed to ask him to act as a therapist?

‘Give me a minute,’ she says, lifting her head slowly. Her forehead is damp, and cold still, somehow, so she wipes it dry with both hands. Rubs her eyes until they’re bleary, then blinks until they’re back to focus. When she finally looks ups to EZ, she’s normal again, just about. Functioning enough to try a real conversation.

He smiles. ‘Welcome back.’

It’s an easy expression to mirror, EZ’s smile. She does it without even realising. ‘You got a few hours to spare?’ Time in your day to keep a widow company?

‘Sure.’ He nods, gesturing for the door behind her. ‘Got some sodas in the fridge.’

*

Inside, it’s surprisingly cool. The white paint of the outside is doing enough to reflect the heat and keep the trailer liveable, heavenly, really, by Ava’s standards. Like stepping out of a sauna and dipping your toes in the pool. The drink is a God send too, cold and sugary, and pouring more and more life into her with every added sip. It’s obvious that she made the right choice already, rocky start or not. EZ and iced sodas is way fucking better than Tequila in the club house. Better company in one, than there are in her entire troop of mourners—on today, at least.

‘So what’s up?’ he asks, after enough small talk has passed that it’s the only question left. ‘You don’t normally come looking for me.’ He ducks his chin, looking embarrassed for a breath. ‘Not that I mind hanging out.’

She sighs, slouching into the bench she’s occupying, her feet up on the one opposite. He’s stood still, leaning on the short counter to her left, waiting with his drink held to his chest. May as well tell him, then. May as well enjoy the luxury of getting to tell someone who doesn’t know already. His relative newness to the club is a gift that won’t last forever, after all.

‘It’s Sebastian’s birthday today,’ she says, ignoring the twitch of acknowledgment he gives. The, ah, makes sense, look he puts her way. ‘And I tried to have a me day, but, I don’t know. I guess I’d prefer some company.’

EZ nods, drinking to stall his response—she can tell. When you have to tell people, time and time again, my fiancé died, sorry, Sebastian passed away, you get used to allowing for that second. That pause while the living decides how to deal with the dead.

‘I gotta say,’ he starts, wiping his mouth dry afterwards, ‘I’m not sure why… I mean, I’m not good with this kind of thing. Knowing what to say.’

She snorts. ‘Good. That’s what I want.’ That’s why she picked him over everyone else, though she knows him the least, and they know her the best. ‘I love you guys, everyone, I really do. The club’s like the only fucking family I have left. But.’ She looks down, picking away at the damp label of her bottle. ‘Honestly, you’re the only one who, y’know, sees me and not Sebastian’s ex.’

It’s not like the others can help it, either, when she’s the walking reminder of the brother they lost. The only bit of him there is left.

‘And they all miss him too,’ she continues, defending herself though he hasn’t said a word against it, ‘I get that, but it’s just a lot. Especially today. I want to talk about him, sure, of course I do.’

Her throat catches. She swallows.

‘But you don’t wanna carry their baggage as well as your own,’ EZ finishes, nodding. ‘I hear you.’

‘Yeah.’ A breath, relief. He gets it. ‘It’s too much sometimes. I see the way they look at me, like they’re sorry for me still. It drives me crazy.’

He stands from his lean, crossing to sit in the couch she’s got her feet on. ‘Y’know,’ he says, ‘at Mom’s funeral, I left before the family could even talk to me.’

‘Really?’

He nods. ‘Same thing, that look. I couldn’t stand it. Was like she’d died all over again.’

She laughs, though it isn’t funny, because that’s it. That’s exactly it. ‘God, do you know how good it is to hear someone say that out loud?’ she asks, unable to swing the smile away. ‘Cause I appreciate everything the club does for me, y’know, the love is there, but, shit. Sometimes I wonder if it’d be easier to just leave and never come back.’

‘Yep.’ He snorts. ‘Been there, too.’

And yet, the both of them are still sitting here, in the trailer on the Mayan’s lot, because that’s the point, isn’t it? The love beneath all the annoyances.

‘You wanna tell me about him?’ he asks, and she can see in his eyes that it’s sincere. He wants to know, to meet Sebastian properly. It’s not just a polite offer to a widow in need. ‘All I know about, is the crazy shit they used to get up to.’

‘Well, that is a good portion of it,’ she jokes, which feels good to do. Feels like unlinking one of the chains wrapped around her chest, to talk about him with someone that doesn’t carry the grief of him. It’s like introducing him for the first time. This is Sebastian, EZ, and he’s the reason we’re even here at all.

‘He would’ve hated this shit, for starters,’ she says, ‘making his birthday a day of mourning.’ But maybe it doesn’t have to be that. Maybe EZ can help her start a new tradition, cold sodas and fresh stories. ‘You ever hear about what he did in college?’

EZ shakes his head, settling into the cushion behind.

‘God,’ she laughs, ‘alright,’ and then she begins, talking as if Sebastian is right there beside her.

>>> part two

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[ingeniousmindoftune]

Y’all want another Rio Story?

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[rosecarlate]

Writing this Zaven fic breaks my heart... Giving Shaw the backstory he deserved and I hate to say I love the way the story goes, so tragic yet beautiful in the end.

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[kellysflame]

please send me prompts or asks or requests and I’ll let my creative brain run wild. I write for Matt Casey, Kelly Severide (but I’ll try anyone in the Chicago universe pd, med and fire) and Angel Reyes( or anyone in Mayans) 🥰

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[drabbles-mc]

Aftermath (Part 2)

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

You can find Part 1 Here

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

Warnings: 18+, language, smut

Word Count: 2.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Busy?”

It only made you more confused. “Why?”

“If you’re free, come over”

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

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

“You know why”

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” he replied without hesitation.

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

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

You nodded. “That explains it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What if he walked in?!”

“He didn’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Got it,” you said with a nod.

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

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

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

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Hello there lovely! If your drabble requests are still open, may I please request prompt #2 with.....EZ

🌻

It's about time I got to this! Here you are :)

Slight smut leaning below the cut, minors DNI!

Even in the cooler months, the heat of the border town has never lended to the need for long coats. Hence your boyfriend instantly guessing its purpose when you arrive wearing one.

"You're not wearing anything beneath that, are you?"

Your fingers play teasingly with the buttons upon the black trench, undoing them slowly while maintaining eye contact, letting it fall to reveal your nudity.

He hums in approval, welcoming you onto his lap when you move to sit astride him. "I'm only surprised you didn't decide to wrap yourself in a bow."

Your soft laughter is peppered with a couple of gasps, the feeling of his mouth meeting your nipples in turn making glimmers tingle across your skin. "Why? My favourite thing to have wrapped around me is you."

Reaching for his top, you pull it over his head, revealing the utter splendour that is his wide, hard chest. The delight in your eyes is mirrored in his, leaning to kiss him, stroking his face with your fingertips. "Happy birthday, baby. I hope you like your present."

"I don't," he murmurs, mouth laying kisses across your neck. "I fucking love it. Every last bit of it."

He spends the entire evening showing you how much, too.

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Your Biker in Worn Leather Part 2

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 396

Summary: You finally tell EZ who’s responsible for your current appearance.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I have no idea if the Burning Souls are a real MC, it’s just a made up name for this fic. If they are real, this is in no way, shape, or form related to them and for entertainment purposes only.

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EZ’s voice rang in your ears. Who did this to you? You knew the man Ezekiel would become once you told him the name. That version of EZ was terrifying to you despite his lividness never being aimed at you but others instead.

“Baby, who was it?” The biker asked once again in a softer tone, concerned filled eyes never leaving your face.

You swallowed hard. “Burning Souls.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look into EZ’s eyes. The fire that resided there was frightening and anyone in their right mind would run for the hills when met with the intense anger that bubbled up in the Mayan.

The Burning Souls were relatively new to the scene, being made up by men discharged from various branches of the armed forces and former police officers. They used all their skills, experience, and resources to their advantage to strike fear into anyone and everyone who crossed their path. What was their motivation? Their goal? Easy. To destroy all MCs in the state of California. To cause chaos, destruction, havoc and if people died in the process, that made it even better.

The Burning Souls had been scoping out the Mayans for a few weeks now. They had watched each Mayan through town and ultimately followed them to the clubhouse’s run down walled gate.

When the Burning Souls first saw you they didn’t think much of you, thinking you were just a club hang around and only there for fun and sex. That opinion of you was proven wrong when they kept seeing you with the Mayans’ Vice President, Ezekiel Reyes. The hugs and kisses exchanged between you and EZ told the story of love. Now the Burning Souls had what they needed — a weakness. A weakness to the VP. It was as close to the top as they were going to get since Obispo Losa showed no interest in love or affection but rather just sex. With no ammo to use on the Mayans’ President, the VP was next in line.

As soon as the MC’s name left your lips, EZ’s jaw tightened, fists clenched, his anger rose and rose with each passing second.

No one harms, much less touches his girl. Most importantly, no one lives to tell the tale.

Ezekiel Reyes was about to start a war ten times worse than the entire world has ever seen.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Self rec? I have to pick amongst my children fics? this is like terrible. so terrible @radio-chatter

But if I have to pick…. In no particular order a cross section, if you will, of my various writing tendencies:

1) An Andromeda Tale: The Making of a Pathfinder and a King. Mass Effect Andromeda, the slowest of slow burns MReyder endgame fic.  This is my magnum opus MReyder fic that I swear to Anubis I will finish it eventually.  It’s at >600k and still going.  This was I think the first thing I published on AO3 (or close to it).

Summary: Scott Ryder never saw his life going this way, not that anyone ever asked him his opinion. Now he's pathfinder with too many people depending on his young shoulders and trying to figure out what he actually wants for himself. Reyes Vidal, man of mystery, former pilot and now sometimes smuggler. Who knows where he came from or his motivations but he's come to Andromeda to change his destiny. What neither Scott nor Reyes could have predicted is what their lives would be once they came to Andromeda.

2.  The Dream of the Symbiote’s Host.  Venom.  Symbrock. Complete at 4,511 words. What can I say?  I never thought I’d write tentacle porn but I suppose this is why you should never say never.  It’s a one shot and well…. Yeah it was fun to write.  Might someday dip my toes back in the Symbrock pairing.  I’m also totally blaming this one on you @radio-chatter.

Summary: Eddie’s been holding out on Venom. An accidental side trip into an interior decorations shop reveals something he hadn’t intended for Venom to ever learn about him and it’s all that art print’s fault.

3. Family, Familia, ’Ohana. 911, H50 and SWAT crossover. Eventual Buddie, McDanno and implied Hondo/Deacon platonic (or not). Navyseal!EvanBuckley. Wip at 81,451 words. This is my other, more popular, long work. I just love the pairings involved and my imagination was fed too much Jack Johnson music and this happened. Also my most popular fic on AO3 by a good margin.

Summary: When one family seems lost another comes back from the past. But does Buck want to return to the past or live in the present? And does his present lead to a future he wants? Only he can answer these questions but Steve at least will be there to support him.

4. The Outlaw and the Cartel Boss. Mayans MC. Miguel Galindo/Ezekiel ”EZ” Reyes, Coco Cruz/Angel Reyes. WIP at 98,569 words. Sentinel/Guide AU that ignores almost everything canon. Everyone has that extreme rarepair, can’t exist in canon idea that is possibly overindulgent. This is my version of that. I haven’t even seen much of the show but I really love the work of several of the actors in this show so I smashed my minimal knowledge in with my favorite fanfiction trope and this is what you get. It’s still a wip. I know I haven’t posted in a while but I am still—very slowly—working on it. I think this is the most developed sentinel/guide story I’ve written so far but it’s a trope that I’ve revisited several times now (see my versions of Buddie and Mreyder for this trope too).

Summary: EZ Reyes came online with his mother’s violent death and suffered the consequences of his actions in the aftermath. When Jimenez offers him a deal to turn evidence in on the Galindo cartel, he agreed as he’d brought shame on his tribe by his actions and it was a chance at redemption that he didn’t feel he deserved. He just didn’t anticipate who his guide would be and the amount of trouble they’d generate for him. Miguel had goals—to legitimize the family business, enjoy life and his family. He didn’t anticipate any of the events that forced him online as a guide but now that he has a sentinel he’s not letting him go.

5. A Soul’s Weight. Mass Effect Andromeda. Implied eventual MReyder. Complete. 1,376 words. Does not require any knowledge of Mass Effect. I debated a long time which other fic to recommend to people but this is a short one-off I wrote in literally about an hour that I still find myself coming back to again and again and debating writing more in this particular alternative universe. It’s quite different from most of my other writing but I think that’s also what makes it so interesting. Ancient egyptian diety? Implied multiverse? Taking fanon to the limits? Guilty. Short but sweet but would be the intro to MReyder of mine that I would recommend. Or I suppose you could read Seguir (another AU).

Summary: The futures he had seen taunted him, drew him, seduced him. The possibilities that Scott Ryder presented were... intriguing.  The cry of the ibis called across the sands, chased by the howls of the golden wolves of Anubis that hunted this night.

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CRAZY BUT SHE'S MINE CHAPTER 24 FINAL CHAPTER

"I SWEAR TO GOD IM GONNA POP THIS KID OUT RIGHT NOW IF SOMEBODODY DOESN'T GET THE DAMN KEYS , SOMEONE SOBER!" Jackie exclaimed in pain , gripping onto Ez's arm.

"I got them , here , go ! Lets go everyone to the cars , sober people behind the wheels !" Angel exclaimed as Luisa told them The sons were outside.

"BABY REYES IS COMING!" Tig exclaimed bursting in.

"SHUT UP ALE-GET THE KEYS!" Jackie yelled out in Pain.

Finally making it to the car They drove off too the hospital , the sons driving the too drunk too drive mayans.

"No , no , Mierda!,we're almost there mom , you can't birth the baby in the back of a truck!" Illiana groaned , as Jackie cried out in pain.

Felipe gave his truck , and offered to watch maverick for Luisa and angel.

Angel drove , with Luisa in the passenger side , in the back Jackie had her head on Ez's lap , and legs on Illiana's lap.

"Im gonna kill you!" Jackie groaned , as Ez played with her hair.

"We're almost there Camila." He said , as she gripped his hand.

"Yo I think im gonna throw up." Angel said as Luisa smacked him.

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The sons had to leave a bit Early , much to Tigs dismay , but he demanded pictures.

"Im gonna kill you , OH FUCK!" Jackie said pushing.

"C'mon Camila , you can do it Mi reina." Ez said , As Jackie pushed , as she screamed , a loud wail filled the room.

"It's a girl , A beautiful baby girl." The doctor said , as the baby cried.

"Do you have a name?" The doctor asked , as He let Ez cut the umbilical cord.

"Esmae "Marisol" Reyes , that's her name." Jackie said as Ez Sat by her , Passing her the now calm baby , kissing the tired woman's forhead , painful labour , and a natural

birth with no medication took a toll on the woman's body.

"You did it Querida." Ez said as She held their baby.

"No , We did it Ezekiel." Jackie said with a glance , small smile on her face.

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"Angel , Luisa , we want you to be Esmae's godparents." Ez said to his brother and future

sister-in-law.

"Esmae?" Angel questioned.

"Esmae "Marisol" Reyes , thats her name , That's your Goddaughter ." Jackie said sitting up with the help of Luisa , Illiana was holding Esmae , gushing over her new baby sister.

Angel's eye's lit up as Illiana passed Esmae to him , and he cried , he fucking cried.

"Shut up." He said to Ez , who chuckled.

The club members all got their turn to hold baby Esmae , Later on Gurero and bottles left , along with Luisa who had to take care of maverick.

"Hey? before you went into labour you wanted to tell me somthing?" Ez questioned , the club asleep outside , while illiana slept on the couch in the room..

"Ezekiel I want to get married and be your old lady , I love you." Jackie said as Ez had a smile on his face.

Until the door burst open , Illiana popped up , Esmae started to cry , and jackie stared at the police.

The club was in cuffs , cursing the police.

"Mayans Mc , your under arrest for mutiple charges." Frankie told them.

"Just let me hold my little girl

and say goodbye to my wife

and kid before you arrest me

and the guys, please." Ez told him , as illiana handed the baby to him , holding her with one arm , he wrapped another around Illiana , Jackie's hand rested on his knee.

"Los amo a los tres, y cuando salga, nos casaremos y todo eso, Jackie, te lo prometo, lo siento." Ez told them , kissing Esmae's forhead one last time , Before putting her in Jackie's arms , and holding his girls one last time , before he was taken away in cuffs.

(I love the three of you , and when I get out , We're getting married and everything Jackie , I promise you that , Im sorry.)

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*~*8 YEARS LATER*~*

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"Dad's getting out soon , he hates when we go visit because he doesn't like us seeing him behind the glass but really he loves it because then he knows we're okay." Illiana said, she was now 24 , although she looked the same as the day Jackie met her , she still lived with them of course , She's had girlfriends , but none of them worked like it did with Natalia.

"Let's go , let's go!,

he's gonna think it's

a normal visit but really

we're going to bring

him home." A now eight year old esmae exclaimed , never getting to hug her father , due to the glass.

"Ok , ok , come on you two ." Jackie said , as Sally barked , Jackie laughed.

"Ok , you Three , there happy , lets go , lets go!" Jackie exclaimed as The three girl's and the Pit walked out the door.

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Ez reyes , and the Club had gotten Eight years to life , or so they thought , the warden saw there good behaviour , and without their knowledge was going to release them.

Gurero had patched in Nestor and Bottle's due to the request of The club , the threeupdating the reyes brothers of their family.

They also play Princesses with Esmae , Illiana uses the pictures of them in tutu's and tiara's as blackmail.

Luisa brings the now ten year old maverick over for playdate's , the two cousins adore eachother.

The Sons adored the little girl , she was a ball of sunshine , in this dark world.

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"Ezekiel Reyes , you have visitors." The guard stated.

Usually they just took them out for visiting , so Ez was a bit confused , Especially when he saw his brother and the club being taken to the visitor's room.

"DADDY!" Esmae exclaimed , So did Maverick as They ran to their fathers.

As the men picked up their kids , the gave a confused glance.

Jackie walked over to ez , Pulling him into a long kiss.

Illiana laughed , as Esmae made a gagging noise , hugging her father , and with much suprise she walked over to Bishop , pulling him into a hug.

"What-" Ez was about to say as Jackie laughed.

"Your out Ez , Free , YOU BOYS ARE COMING HOME!" Jackie exclaimed.

"Wha-How?" Creeper stated confused.

"Good behaviour , and a bit of womanly manipulation , and a bit of help from Emily , She's a hell of a lawyer." Jackie stated as her and Luisa smirked at eachother.

"NOW LETS GET YOU TWO MARRIED!" Illiana exclaimed.

"Right now!?" Ez exclained.

"Yes right now , Mom has the dress , we got the suits , we got the ven- LET'S GO VAMOS!" She exclaimed As Esmae frabbed her father's hand , and Illiana grabbed her mothers.

"What the fuck!" Angel exclaimed , as Maverick wacked him.

"Language!" The boy said as Luisa chuckled , pulling angel into a kiss.

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They did it they got Married , Letty and hope cheered as she walked down the Isle , Illiana and Esmae holding flowers and the rings , Felipe officiating the wedding.

"Do you Ezekiel "Lorenzo" Reyes take this lovely bride as your wife." Felipe said.

"I do " Ez said.

"And do you , Camila "Jackie" Vincent , take my idiot son , as your husband." Felipe said.

"I do." Jackie snorted, as Ez rolled his eyes.

"You may now kiss the fucking bride , trata a su hijo correcto." Felipe said , as They all Cheered.

(treat her right son)

Did I mention Tig walked her down the Isle , no well he did.

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*small smut*

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"Fuck , I've been wanting to do this since I saw you." Ez growled.

Jackie moaned as he thrusted into her , Holding on too the bed sheets , knuckels turning white .

Ez kissed her chest , listening to her moans , made him fuck her even harder.

As he came in her He rested his head on her shoulder , her hands tracing shape's on his bare back.

"I fucking missed you Ezekiel." Jackie said.

"I fucking missed you too Camilia , you and your fucking Crazy ass." He said as they laid side by side.

"Im crazy but-" She was cut off by a kiss.

"Your mine." Ez said as their kiss was turned into round two.

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THANK YOU FOR READING CRAZY BUT SHE'S MINE , THE SECOND BOOK I HAVE COMPLETED.

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HERE ARE MY OTHER BOOKS THAT YOU MIGHT LIKE.

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WANHEDA COMMANDER OF DEATH // BRANDON CARVER (THE WALKING DEAD)

MAMA DIDN'T RAISE NO BITCHES // EZ REYES & NESTOR OCTEVA (MAYANS MC)

HIS GIRL // JOSÈ MARQUEZ (CLUBHOUSE 2004)

HIS DOWN BITCH , HER CHOLO // ERNESTO MENDOZA (HOPE RANCH 2002)(COMPLETED)

READ ALL ABOUT IT // BROOKE DAVIS (ONE TREE HILL)

THE DRAGON AND HER KNIGHT // BELLAMY BLAKE (THE 100)

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Tribute

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & OFC Manny Reyes From these August Prompts:  “Tribute” A/N: A little angsty moment for my favorite little fictional family. Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: Mentions of death, drinking/being drunk, prison, loss of a family member, very angsty, sibling issues.  Mayans MC Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705

The door creaked and the noise echoed throughout the empty church as Manny made her way in. In one hand there were flowers, her mother’s favorite, in the other hand was a note. She was the only one there, she hoped that’s how it’d stay, but she also knew better. 

As she made her way up to prayer candles, she stopped at the pew that had her mother’s name etched on a golden plate. Her hand moved slowly over it, remembering how simple times were back before her passing. Remembering how difficult they were in the days after. 

Angel and Felipe were the only two Reyes in the church. In fact, they were the only two people in the church at all. The memorial service for Marisol wasn’t much, just a short mass followed by the blessing of the plaque that would sit in the pew Felipe and Marisol would find themselves in most Sundays. 

Now, after the frequent church goers and few friends of the family had left, Angel and Felipe were standing alone in the pew while the other two Reyes were elsewhere. EZ had a reasonable excuse to miss his mother’s memorial. He was sitting in prison, where he’d be for the next 20 years, at least. Manny on the other hand, well, no one knew where she was. Angel had called her a few times, Felipe didn’t bother. Angel wasn’t sure if they were standing here because Felipe was waiting for Marisol’s angel to appear or if they were waiting for Manny to show up, either one would be classified as a miracle. 

I guess, everyday holds the possibility of a miracle. Manny came stumbling into the church. Felipe’s head didn’t turn the way Angel’s did. Angel’s eyes fell on his younger sister and he immediately knew she was drunk. Now, Felipe was on the move, walking the middle aisle to the exit of the church. He stopped when he came face to face with his daughter, leaving a kiss on her forehead. Felipe was a silent one but Manny expected him to say something to her, anything. She knew he had to smell the alcohol on her breath, the fact she was late, there had to be something he wanted to say. But there was nothing, he just made his way past her and a few minutes later the sound of a car starting filled the silence in the church. 

“You missed everything.” Angel spoke up now stepping through the pew. 

“And yet I still haven’t missed nearly as much as our little brother has.” Manny pointedly spoke to Angel. 

“Manny don’t do this.” Angel was walking towards her now, less aggravation in his voice and more sorrow. He reached his hand out to her. 

“No!” Her hand pulled back in defiance of her older brother. Angel towered over her now, but his face was filled with worry and shock that almost made him look smaller than her. “How the fuck can you stand here? Next to dad? Honoring mom? When our little fuckin’ brother is behind bars.” She shook her head, tears starting to fall down her face. Her voice was loud, it echoed in the church, it echoed in her own head, it echoed in Angel’s as well. Now she spoke quietly, the tears streaming from her face in a constant flow now. “We were supposed to protect him. We were supposed to be our brother’s keeper. There–there were 3 of us, we should have protected mom.” 

Angel stepped forward and engulfed her into a hug. Manny protested at first, her fists slamming against his chest, the sobs coming from her mouth were ones of agony. “Manny, stop it.” 

“Why should I?” 

“Because I’m your big brother, I’m tryna be my sisters fuckin’ keeper right now.” Angel’s voice was full of care despite it being frustrated. 

At that, Manny stopped protesting. She let her sobs out while Angel stood their with her, letting a couple of his own tears out. 

After a few minutes, Manny let go of their embrace and stepped forward towards the cross that was front and center in the church. Angel didn’t follow her there, just took a seat in the memorial pew. 

“Has he let you visit him?” Manny was staring up at the cross with her head tilted. 

“I haven’t gone.” 

Manny didn’t turn to look at him, even though she wanted to. She wasn’t shocked, but her heart definitely sunk hearing Angel say that. 

“He won’t come out, I went to see him today. It’s why I’m late. I sat there for an hour waiting for him and he didn’t come out.”  Manny shook her head and moved over to the candle, pulling out a few quarters to put into the coin slot to receive the match to light the candle. 

“You gotta let him process.” Angel tried to defend EZ. 

“And us?” Manny turned around now in a swift movement to stare at Angel, waiting for a response. 

“I don’t know, Manny.” Angel leaned back more in the pew, more relaxed even though he definitely wasn’t. There was a little pride in Manny feeling like she stumped him out of a response. “We keep living our lives.” Angel’s hands lifted up in an effort to display his cluelessness of what to do. 

Manny turned back to the candles, a deep breath being inhaled in at Angel’s words. Before responding, she struck the match against the sanded surface and placed it inside the candle. Her eyes closed for a few seconds, a silent prayer being said as the candle wick caught the matches flame. 

She pulled the match away, waved it against the air next to her to put it out and tossed it in the match disposal bin. Her hand moved to her necklace and grabbed the locket and brought it up to her mouth and kissed it. “Te amo, Mami.” 

She made her way back to the pew and plopped down next to Angel, leaning back just like he was. 

“Is that how you do that?” She pointed to the prospect kutte he was wearing. “Is that how you keep living life?” 

“Yea, it is.” He shook his head, trying to guage his sisters mood.

Manny hated it. It was more the idea that this group, this club, this gang was going to be taking the only brother she had left away. It meant more of a chance he’d get locked up, more of a chance he’d die. Just, the risk was higher. She had seen how the president of the club treated Angel, she had seen how they pulled him away from her grieving family. Little to her knowledge, she’d eventually come around to the club, or least some of the members in the club, she’d see the benefit of it all and how that somehow outweighed the risk but in this moment, it was new and she hated it. 

Her eyes fell upon the plaque that was now bolted to the pew, the holy water still not dry on it and sitting as droplets on the etched words. In loving memory of Marisol Reyes. She would have hated it. Maybe that was also why Manny felt the need to hate it, let her mother live on. 

After a few minutes she was standing up, back in the middle aisle staring at the exit doors. 

“Next time you come in here, don’t have that shit on. Have some fuckin’ respect for our mother.” 

Manny didn’t look at him, just began walking towards the exit. As she pushed the doors open, she was met with her car gone, and Felipe’s truck still here. 

The forehead kiss. He must’ve reached into her pocket and grabbed her keys. Angel was now standing next to her, his hands in his kutte pockets. 

“Pops took your car.” It should’ve been said as a question but he was just being a dick about it. 

“I’m guessing you have the truck keys.” She spoke to him similarly, should’ve been a question but came out more as a statement. 

“Should make you walk home.” Angel said, stepping to the car as he shook the kutte off his shoulders and threw it through the open window of the car. “But instead I’ll take you to get food.” He called out to her as he hopped into the truck, turning to her and waving his hand to rush her over to the car. “You just gonna stand there or what?” 

“You just gonna stand there or what?” Angel’s voice made Manny look behind her bringing her back to the present moment. 

“I’m not talking to you.” She turned back around, her hands crossed over each other as she stood in front of the statue of Saint Francis. The flowers she brought now split up in three smaller bouquets. One in the designated spot for memorial flowers, one in front of St Francis and one in the pew. 

“C’mon. Don’t be like that, Manny.” Angel responded back to the girl. 

“I’m surprised this place isn’t going up in flames behind you.” Manny said with an eye roll. 

Angel made a face behind her, one of mockery and irritation. 

“Francis was mom’s favorite saint.” EZ’s voice was the complete opposite of Angels, it was serious, like what he said meant something significant. And maybe it did, maybe what he said held some sort of significance and importance to it, but Manny didn’t care. She was mad at both of her brothers, she hadn’t seen either of them since before her apartment had gotten broken into to, she refused to see either of them after. It was their fault that it happened and while she could get past that, she couldn’t get past both of her brothers leaving her out of shit. Both of her brothers didn’t have their kuttes on, the one request Manny had that they both listened to without argument or comment. But it didn’t matter to the middle Reyes. She was still pissed at them both.

“Yea because she had two fuckin’ dogs as sons.” Her voice was ill-mannered to say the least. 

“For someone who said we were gonna burn this place down by entering, you’re quick to curse in the middle of a church.” Angel said his statement so matter of factly. 

“For someone who said you’d keep me in the loop you’re doing a shitty job of it.” Manny now turned around and practically bit Angel’s head off. Her frustration really bubbling over it’s limit now. “And that means you too.” Her eyes jumped to EZ before moving to the pew to sit down. 

“Mom wouldn’t want us fighting.” EZ followed Manny and sat next to her on the right side of the pew. 

“Mom wouldn’t want any of this.” Manny mumbled it but with how quiet the church was, both of her brothers heard it clearly. 

“Mom wouldn’t want you cursing in church.” Angel sat down to Manny’s left mumbling his statement as well. 

“Your mother would smack each one of you upside the head for your behavior.” Felipe’s voice caused all three of them to turn around. 

“Sorry Pop.” They said in unison, the only thing the three siblings had done together in a while. 

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to her.” He was walking past them and to the candles to light one. 

“Sorry Mom.” They all spoke in unison again. 

Felipe didn’t linger at the prayer candles and made his way in the pew behind the 3 siblings, sitting down just behind Manny. He spoke at a whisper, saying a pray in spanish that all the other Reyes’ bowed their head in respect to. After that and an amen from them all, they were retreating to the church’s exit. As they stood outside, the sun beaming down on them, Felipe stared up to the sky. “You’re all taking me to eat. And you’re going to act like you don’t fuckin’ hate each other because it’s your mother’s birthday. Afterwards, you can go back to whatever it is you’re fighting about.” 

And with that, he was walking to his truck, getting in on the passenger side which meant he expected Manny to drive since the brothers had brought their bikes. 

“Meet you at Panadería La Fé?” Manny’s tone changed completely, for her father, she would do this, it was only an hour, maybe two. 

“What about Casa Romero?” Angel’s tone hadn’t changed one bit. Still whiney. 

EZ and Manny both looked up at him, EZ’s hands lifting up slightly as if to say “what the fuck, bro?” without actually saying it. 

“We’ll meet you at Panadería La Fé.” EZ confirmed and with that, they were off. With any luck maybe the hour of them getting along would push for them to actually get along, or at least a step in the right direction. But, none of them were holding their breath. 

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