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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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EZ Reyes x F!Reader

For Day 19 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: choking / "I'm worried about you"

Warnings: 18+, angst, mentions of violence

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: The way I just fell in love with the pain surrounding these two. Idk. I have feelings about it.

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It was impossible to wipe the image of it from your head, the way that EZ looked with his hands wrapped around the man’s neck. It put a strange ache deep into your bones ever since it happened. You couldn’t wrap your head around why it did, either. You knew it was more than capable of that kind of violence. You knew that it wasn’t the first time he had used that type of brute force against someone. You weren’t so naïve to think that he was as deep in with the club, after all of those years spent behind bars, and that he never raised a hand to anyone. You knew better.

But watching it play out right in front of you in real time, to hear it, to see not only the face of a dying man, but also the look in EZ’s eyes as it all happened, was something completely different. That was something that you don’t think you could’ve ever truly prepared yourself for. You’d expected to see anger, rage brought on by his protective nature over you. You wouldn’t have even been surprised if there had been fear in his eyes, an air of frenzy to him because of how quickly everything unfolded, how drastic it all became.

What you hadn’t been expecting was the calmness that was radiating off of him. There was an air of routine to what he was doing that caused your entire body to lock up out of fear. You could hardly see any strain in his expression, not nearly as much discomfort as you’d expected to see.

Now that expression, that night, was all that you could see when you looked at him. Each time he reached out to touch you, hold you, you found yourself freezing up or completely pulling away. The same hands that had never been anything but loving and gentle with you now felt like they were turning your skin into scorched earth every time they landed on you.

EZ wasn’t stupid—you knew that he noticed the shift in you. What you didn’t know, though, was if he fully understood why you were so rattled. You didn’t tell him what you were thinking. How could you, really? There was no way for you to try and explain to him what was going on in your head without making you sound naïve, or worse, ungrateful for the fact that he without a doubt saved your life. So you kept your mouth shut. Whatever his assumptions were about your change in behavior, you would let him have those until you could come up with the right words to say to him.

You’d spent another night, lying awake for hours staring up at the ceiling while EZ slept peacefully on the mattress beside you. Normally he’d keep you pulled close, tucked tightly against his chest. But after the first few nights of you flinching, putting yourself as close to the edge of your half of the mattress as possible, he got the message and gave you space. He figured that once enough time had passed, and the residual panic from that night subsided, things would slowly start to shift back to normal. You wished that you felt the same way.

Unable to fall asleep, and not wanting to toss and turn and risk waking EZ up, you carefully extracted yourself from the bed and started making your way to the living room. You turned the television on but kept the volume low, just wanting the light of it to cut through the darkness more than anything else. Pulling the throw blanket off the back of the couch, you slumped down and tried to make yourself as comfortable as possible.

The change in location didn’t make your sleeping endeavors more successful at all. Instead of staring at the ceiling, you found yourself staring at the TV instead, watching one infomercial after another but not retaining any of it.

When you heard the creaking of the floorboards in the hallway, you sat straight up. You squinted, trying to see through the darkness of the hall. You knew that it was probably EZ, but it felt like you couldn’t ever be sure anymore. And, with the way that things had been going, you felt like even if it was EZ, you still had to prepare yourself a bit.

Then, sure enough, EZ emerged into the blue light cast off by the television. He was rubbing at his eyes as he walked, his steps slow as he brought himself closer to you. Your heart hammered in your chest and you were desperately longing for the days when he had that effect on you but it wasn’t born out of fear.

He stood by the couch, staring down at you with a confused look. Tilting his head slightly, he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep, “You okay?”

You forced a nod, clearing your throat before saying, “Yea. Just…just couldn’t sleep.”

He nodded understandingly despite the fact that he had no real idea what was going on. “Anything I can do?”

You shook your head. “No. Just one of those nights, I think.”

He frowned for a moment before sitting down next to you, leaving a sliver of space between you on the sofa. “Seems like you’ve been having a lot of those nights lately.” He saw the way that you froze, not saying anything in response to the observation, or even looking at him. “It’s okay.”

You felt a knot forming in the back of your throat. “Is it?”

The shake in your voice made his heart feel heavy. Leaning back against the cushions behind him, he draped his arm along the back of the couch. Not quite touching you, but the best gesture of physical comfort that he could offer while still keeping a little distance between you.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked.

Your eyes widened slightly, giving away the fact that you knew exactly what he was talking about. Still, you tried to play dumb. “Talk about what?”

A sad but sympathetic smile quirked the edge of his lips. “It’s okay if it still bothers you.” His tone was so earnest, it almost hurt. “It was a lot. Especially when you’re not…used to it.”

Even though there was no better phrase for him to use than that, something about the prospect of getting used to it made you feel as though you were going to be sick. “It’s not…” you trailed off, not really sure where your sentence was going. “It’s not that.”

He couldn’t hide his confusion. “Then what is it?”

Your face twitched, trying to keep the tears at bay. Taking a deep breath, you finally spit it out. “I’m worried about you.”

He couldn’t stop the quiet chuckle that slipped out—it seemed so backwards given the circumstances they were currently in. “About me?” He shook his head as he gestured vaguely to himself. “I’m good, querida. Promise.”

“Are you?” the crack of emotion in your voice caught you both off-guard.

He scooted a little closer to you on the couch, still mindful of not touching you. “What’re you talking about?”

“Just…I don’t…” suddenly it became impossible to string any of your thoughts together, every word getting jammed at the base of your throat threatening to choke you. “It’s hard to believe that…I just…I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“About what?”

You were surprised that he could even hear your voice as you said, “About the look on your face.”

The statement caused him to lean back. He wasn’t expecting that response. Of all the things that he thought would’ve scared you about that night, he never thought that he might’ve been one of them. He paused, trying to carefully construct his response. He didn’t want to run the risk of pushing you even farther away than he already had.

“You know why—”

“I know,” you said, your voice still quiet but a little more certain now. “I know. It was…it was him or us.”

Part of EZ wanted to say, “Him or YOU.” If keeping you safe meant burning down the rest of the world he’d do it. Disposing of one body was nothing. It was more than worth it. “Then what is it?” He couldn’t pretend that he had any idea of what was going on in your head now.

“I’ve never seen you like that, Ezekiel,” the waver came back to your voice as the mental image of it flashed across the backs of your eyelids again. “You…you weren’t even angry. You were just so cold. I don’t, I don’t know how to explain it.” You dragged your hands down your face, trying to pretend that you weren’t wiping your tears away in the process.

“I don’t feel bad about what I did,” he told you honestly.

“I know,” you said with a nod, “and I don’t, I guess I didn’t expect you to. But I just,” you covered your mouth with your hand for a moment as you tried to keep your sobs deep in your chest where they belonged, “I didn’t expect to see you like that.”

“I can’t afford to be anything else. Not when it comes to that. To keeping you safe.”

“But, but you get it, right?” It was impossible to keep the nervousness out of your voice. “You get why I can’t just…” your trailed off.

He frowned. He understood it in a way even if he didn’t like it. “So, what? What does that mean for us?”

“I don’t know,” you said, finally breaking down with a sob as you buried your face in your hands. Lifting your head enough to look him in the eye, you tried to salvage the mess you’d made for the two of you. “I know why you did it. And I’m, I’m glad you did or we’d be…But I can’t unsee that.”

“I know.”

He knew better than anyone, and for a moment you felt foolish for even saying it. You night not be able to forget this, but EZ wasn’t ever able to forget anything. It crossed your mind that maybe that’s why he was so cold about it.

“I’m sorry,” you said, more tears trickling down the sides of your face.

He reached out to brush them away but he stopped himself short. Placing his hands in his lap, he shook his head. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

“It will be,” he reassured you, despite not knowing if he was actually right. He didn’t know if things between you were going to end up okay, if they would ever get back to any semblance of what they’d been before it all. But you’d stayed. You hadn’t left when it would’ve been so easy to do so. That had to count for something. “We’ll figure it out. I’m not,” he shook his head, “I’m not going anywhere.” He paused. “Are you?”

You sniffled, taking a long moment to think about your response before finally giving the tiniest shake of your head. “I don’t think so.”

Neither of you really knew where that left you, besides a few inches away from each other on the couch with no intentions of moving closer. But it had to count for something. It had to be some sort of start.

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bumblesimagines · 2 years

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Imagine:

Seeing your ex again after returning to Santo Padre

Request: Yes or No

I promise Bridgerton is coming! School just ended and I'm taking a mini break by watching Mayans MC.

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Returning to Santo Padre had been a tough decision. You'd done everything in your power to leave the town and start fresh somewhere where you wouldn't have to worry about violence or drugs. Your father had respected the decision but he had been more than thrilled to learn you were returning, even if just for a little.

Truthfully, it wasn't just the cartel and its effects keeping you away. Hank had told you about Ez and his release from prison. The memory of being told he had been arrested for murder remained fresh in your mind. Ez had his whole life planned out and it came crumbling down in a single night. Back then, you thought you'd be settling down in a nice house with a professional baseball player.

Despite the sudden breakup, you were glad he had only served 8 years. Especially given his original sentence.

"Here goes nothing." You muttered, driving through the open gate and coming to a stop. After making sure your bike wouldn't topple over, you slid off your helmet and noticed Chucky approaching with a wide smile.

"It seems like families just keep being reunited." He breathed out. Still as quirky as ever. "How are you, (Y/N)?"

"All good. The guys been treating you well?" You smiled at him, setting your helmet on the seat as the door to the clubhouse creaked open.

"There's my Einstein!" Your father hollered and laughed as you groaned. Hank stepped out of the clubhouse and the rest of the members followed. Hank extended his arms, the smile on his face bringing one to your own. You wrapped your arms around him, smelling the faint scent of cigarettes and beer. His warm and familiar embrace filled you with nostalgia. You lost count of how many times you had needed it while away.

"Damn, you've grown. You were just a ratoncito with big dreams last time I saw you." Bishop grinned from behind your father. You chuckled at his words and pulled back, greeting him and Taza with hugs. The two men were practically your uncles and they loved you just as much as your father.

"Good to see you, Beverly Hills."

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Coco." You scoffed at his words, the toothy grin on his face only growing.

"You're back?" You could've sworn you felt your heart clench at the familiar voice. You met Cocos eyes and he gave a small nod to confirm your thoughts.

"Come on, boys. Let's give the ex lovers a moment." Bishop called, nodding to the house. You watched them enter one by one, your father being the last. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him.

Wrong choice.

He'd matured. Gentle features were now sharp but his eyes were still as soft as ever. He'd become more muscular and even grown an inch or two in height. A tattoo adorned his arm and he sported the clubs jacket. A prospect.

"Reyes."

"Don't." His protest was soft and breathless, almost as if he wasn't sure you were real.

"Ezekiel."

"Ez." He corrected, brows furrowing as his lips formed a frown. "I- I never... I thought I'd never see you again."

"You know my dad is with the club, Ez." The nickname felt foreign now after the years.

"Yeah, but.. I expected you to keep away-"

"After you dumped me? Throwing away loved ones isn't my thing, Ez." Your gaze hardened on him and he looked away. "It's yours."

"Ouch." Someone hissed from behind you and you turned your head in time for the clubhouse door to slam shut. Hank and Coco scrambled away from the window.

"I didn't want you to waste your time by being with me. 20 fucking years, (Y/N). I couldn't hold you back from your dreams."

"People get out on good behavior all the time."

"Those who kill cops rarely ever do." He retorted in a quieter voice. He took a step closer to you and reached out, hesitating before placing his hand on your cheek. A rough thumb brushed over your skin and you instinctively leaned into his touch.

"I missed you. More than you'll ever know."

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 10 months

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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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ficnation · 10 months

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Lying in Blood - EZ Reyes x Reader

Summary: When your husband dies you're left to mourn the life you were supposed to have. But when guilt consumes the killer, a chance at redemption opens as he steps forward to raise the child as his own.

Word count: 2,6k+

Pairing: Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Female! Reader; Past!Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS for Mayans MC season 5, mayans mc typical warnings, pregnancy, pure angst

A/n: EZ might be a little OOC but who cares. Enjoy the heartbreak and please reblog if you liked it!

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The moment you walk into the clubhouse, the smell of smoke and leather assaults your senses. The atmosphere is smoky, the air heavy with the cigarette fog swallowing the entire room. In the background, the clicking of pool balls and the murmur of conversations can be heard, the smell and environment already making you feel a little dizzy as the door opens and shuts behind you.

You force yourself to move forward as the members of the MC raise their glasses and nod in welcome to your arrival. You greet them with a warm smile like always, then look around the room in search of your beloved’s face. You can almost see him talking with his friends in the crowd, an unopened beer bottle in his tattooed hand.

But he’s not there. It’s just your imagination playing tricks on you.

Bishop must’ve noticed the way your eyes wander around the room in search of a ghost. He stands up from his sitting place, grabs your arm, and pulls you toward one of the couches. You slump down against it, sighing heavily.

“Querida,” he starts, sitting down beside you, his arm outstretched, beckoning you closer.

You shake your head to will the dark thoughts away, then relax against his side, your cheek finding rest on his shoulder.

“Bishop,” you greet him back with a smile.

“You’ve popped,” the man notices with a chuckle, looking down at the roundness of your protruding stomach.

“Oh, definitely. I woke up one day, looked in the mirror, and thought she doubled in there,” you mumble with a huff, but there’s a lightness to your voice.

Bishop admires your strength—how you can still see the world in colors even when your life is falling apart. It baffles him. He wishes he had that kind of strength himself.

He smiles at you, pulling you just a little bit closer. “She?” he repeats, raising his brow.

You smile brightly at him, caressing the bump with gentle, loving strokes. “Yeah, it’s a little girl.”

But your smile falters ever so lightly when you think about the fact that Neron still doesn’t know that the doctors were wrong and you were going to have a little daughter instead of a son. He won’t even be there when you give birth. He’ll still be behind bars, far away from your baby girl.

Bishop notices the change in your expression and grasps your hand in his, squeezing delicately. “He’s proud of you, you know that. We’re all proud of you.”

You can only nod in response, blinking away the tears that started forming in your eyes. You weren’t as strong as they all wanted you to be. You were just about to become a mom—a single mom because your husband won’t be there for most of the baby’s early years. You’ll be lucky if he gets out when she’s a teenager.

“Yeah, just wish his child was more important than the club,” you whisper under your breath, quickly regretting your words. But Bishop looks at you with understanding, no ounce of anger on his face. “Well, I actually came here looking for EZ. Is he around?”

“He’s not around. But he should be back soon. Do you wanna wait for him?” he asks, kissing the side of your forehead. “I can get you some water and keep you company.”

You stay with him, conversing to kill time as you wait for the club’s president to turn up. The older man keeps you occupied, talking a little bit about everything—how long until the baby comes, if you need help setting up the nursery, is your money situation looking okay—Bishop asks about everything in hopes the MC can make your life a little bit easier.

An hour or two passes before Ezekiel walks into the clubhouse. He looks around the room and doesn’t expect to see you there. Your presence startles him.

His eyes stare intently as you talk with Bishop, one of your hands mindlessly caressing your protruding stomach, waiting for the baby to kick. The other man hovers his hand close, ready for you to guide it so he can feel the little kick.

EZ feels the guilt—it comes up his throat and makes him nauseous. You’ve been friends for so long, and you don’t even know just how bad of a friend he was.

He ordered the murder of your husband. He took away the father of your baby—the man you loved with your whole being. He took his life and didn’t even give a second thought to how it would affect you—how much it would ruin your life.

The baby in your stomach starts kicking, so you take Bishop’s hand and press it against it. Ezekiel still stares, but he’s too far gone in his thoughts to register what’s happening.

“She’s kicking.” Your smile is bright, and it gives him a tiny bit of hope that Neron’s death won’t make you miserable for the rest of your life.

He forces his legs to move forward, swallowing the want to throw up all over the wooden floor. With a forced nervous smile, he reaches the couch.

“Is she?” the words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them.

You sit up straighter, surprised by his sudden appearance. The smile you give him is innocent—unknowing.

“Hi, EZ.”

He returns it, but it’s weak and awkward, and he’s sure you can feel just how out of place he felt in his own clubhouse.

“Hi.”

Bishop senses the sudden shift in the air. He gets up and presses a kiss to your cheek, his beard ticklish on your skin. He regards the younger man with suspicious eyes. “I’ll leave you to it,” he says finally as he leaves you with the club’s president, heading towards the exit of the building.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” you notice, patting the couch where Bishop once sat to beckon Ezekiel to take his place.

The man scratches the back of his head awkwardly. “Yeah… I was busy with the—” he’s lost in his own words as he gestures vaguely to the clubhouse, “the thing.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Oh, definitely,” you joke, “the thing always requires attention.”

He laughs at your words, but it has a forced quality to it. The joke isn’t that funny. You know it, and he knows it too, but you wave it off, thinking he didn’t want to make the conversation more uncomfortable than it already was by giving you the details.

“Yeah.” He sighs deeply. “We’ve got it under control, though,” he continues, and you respond with a nod, your eyes not quite meeting his.

“Have you heard anything from Neron?”

So that’s what you came here to ask—EZ thinks. It was logical. You barely needed the MC’s help, preferring to get stuff done on your own, mainly because you didn’t want to add to their problems. You always held your head high.

“He’s been quiet for a while now,” Ezekiel tenses in his seat as the words leave your mouth.

He can almost feel the crickets playing a symphony in his head. He doesn’t know what to say or do, so he opts for a simple lie—he is getting better at them with every passing day. “No, I haven’t heard anything.”

“Damn it.” Your sigh clenches his heart painfully. “Those cops are probably harassing him again.”

“Probably,” he agrees with you, scratching his chin for a second as he glances at your face. “You’ve heard nothing at all?”

“Nothing. He doesn’t call anymore.” The tone of your voice changes, and he can feel the heartbreak—the agony that those words render.

EZ takes a deep breath and forces a smile. “He’ll call. I’m sure he will.” A fucking liar; that’s what he is.

“I hope so. We’re so close to the birth date. I wanted him to know that.”

He doesn’t know how to reply, so he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. He was always good at lying, but why was it so hard to lie to you?

He tries to smile more warmly—look more warmly at you, but all you can see in his eyes is pity. It drives you insane.

“EZ, is there something you’re not telling me?” your voice screams suspicion. He starts to get nervous.

“No, of course not.” He looks at you hard, hoping you’ll believe his lie. It takes a moment for you to process what you see and hear before the suspicious glint falters and falls.

“Oh, okay.” you sigh in sadness. You have a feeling he knows something, but you’re not willing to push it. “He was supposed to choose the name.”

Another gentle squeeze of your hand. “He will come through. Don’t worry.”

You believe him. “You’re right. I’m probably just overthinking.”

EZ nods his head in agreement. “You’re just stressing yourself out; it’s not worth it.” There’s a pause as he kisses your temple, then speaks again, changing the topic slightly, “How have you been doing? Everything going alright with the pregnancy?”

“Yeah, we’re doing good. The nausea went away.” His still didn’t. “Now I’m just running to the bathroom every three minutes. Girl makes me wanna piss so bad.” You let out a chuckle—such a beautiful and peaceful sound. EZ feels like he could record it and play it over and over again before he falls asleep.

“That’s good… and exhausting.” He’s starting to feel more at ease again. You seem to be distracted and not noticing how oddly nervous he’s been acting, or even if you did see, you let him have the upper hand.

“It is exhausting. But we’re gonna get through it. For Neron.”

He nods in agreement. “For Neron.”

Such a beautiful betrayal.

The next time you see EZ, a few days have passed. The whole MC knows about Neron’s death, but not you—not yet. He lets you live in a state of not knowing just for a few more minutes before he knocks on your door and gives you the information that will ruin your life. Oh, wait, he did that—he ruined it by choosing to protect himself, get rid of the snitch. Snitches end up in ditches—they were right.

He raises his fist, presses the buzzer, and he can almost hear the heavy pats of your feet as you rush toward the door. You open it and greet him with a smile. You’ve looked through the Judas beforehand—smart girl.

“EZ?” That carefree smile falters as you notice the seriousness decorating his face. Your hand grips the doorknob tighter, knuckles turning pale.

EZ sighs and hangs his head. “You need to sit down.”

“What the fuck happened?” you ask, but EZ doesn’t respond.

He turns you around, closing the door before gently pushing you towards the living room and the couch in the middle. You listen to him and sit down, waiting for him to speak. Your leg bounces up and down in worry. The dark thoughts swirling in your head make you want to crawl out of your skin.

EZ cuts straight to the point. He knows you’d only get furious if he tried to tread around the issue.

“Neron’s dead,” he says simply—as if to just get the words out of his mouth. They leave a foul taste on his tongue. He’s not even looking at you because he knows already how badly he fucked up. He can hear your heart breaking into a million pieces as your brain struggles to register that information.

When it finally hits you, you gasp trembly.

“No. No, he’s not,” you try to deny his words, shaking your head furiously. Tears are already building up in your eyes, and they’re falling down in waterfalls down your cheeks before EZ can reach to wipe them away.

“I’m so fucking sorry. It’s my fault.” He sits beside you and takes your hand, raising it to his lips. He leaves a kiss on every single tip of your fingers. “I killed him. It’s all my fucking fault.”

The sobs wreck through your body like a tsunami, and you drown beneath their intensity as you cradle your bump. You don’t even hear him. You refuse to hear him.

EZ wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into his embrace, his hand cradling the back of your head as he pushes it to rest on his chest. He can’t look at you so broken—so destroyed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

His other palm rubs your back up and down in a motion that is supposed to be soothing, but it doesn’t do shit to make it hurt less. You let him comfort you, giving into his embrace as you weep and clutch the back of his kutte in tight fists.

EZ sits that way with you for a while, rubbing your back and keeping you close. He doesn’t speak, only offers his presence and affection as comfort. He knows if he opens his mouth again, he’ll admit to what he’s done—this time for real.

“How am I supposed to go on?” You sob into his chest, your whole body trembling.

EZ just holds you tighter, his lips pressed to the crown of your head. “One day at a time.”

“I’m supposed to raise our daughter on my own? That’s so fucking cruel. Why did the world take him away from me?” your words are almost muffled as you get them out through the tears and sobs.

He looks down at you, his face etched with guilt. He’s glad your head is pressed to his chest and you can’t see it. You’d put the puzzle pieces together faster than he could mutter a single word.

He rubs his thumb back and forth between your shoulder blades. “I don’t know. But you’re strong. I know you’re strong enough to get through this.”

He puts on a facade before placing a hand under your chin and lifting it so you can look him in the eye. “I know you are.”

“No, Ezekiel, I’m not. I can’t do this,” you argue, shaking your head furiously. “I want him back,” you cry out, and it breaks his heart even more. It was his fault. He did this to you.

“I know. I know.” EZ says this over and over again, rubbing circles on your back.

He stays the night, cradling you in his arms as you sob and scream. And then he stays another night and another day keeping you company and helping with daily tasks. You don’t even realize that weeks have passed, and he’s still there when you wake up and when you go to sleep.

He’s there holding your hand when your little girl is born and when she says her first word. He never left, taking on the role of being a dad figure for your child. It felt wrong, but you never stopped him, either.

You didn’t stop him when one night his lips found peace pressed against yours and when he rolled on top of you, giving you pleasure you haven’t felt for a long while. You didn’t stop him when he moved in and became a constant presence in your baby’s life. Before you even knew it, she was calling him ‘papa.’ It made your heart clench painfully.

EZ took the opportunity and treated it as his only chance at redemption. He wanted to give you the life you wanted to have with the man he took away from you.

Sometimes the guilt was too much, and he had to leave for a few days to get it back under control. But he always came back.

He was good at lying, after all—lying with his hands covered in blood. Such a beautiful betrayal.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 9 months

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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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libraryofloveletters · 2 years

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Jealously Makes Lovers

Ez Reyes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: reader is bishop’s daughter, some swearing, alcohol and the consumption of, smoking, reader and Angel are long time besties, a small mention of death and murder, use of a misogynistic term, spoilers for bishop’s storyline in S3, being tipsy, a little makeout scene, a little bit of cheesy flirting, little bit of tension between ez and bishop, a single punch, blood and injury, a few kisses.

Word Count: 5k

Author’s Note: did this stem from a middle of the night fantasy ? yes it did and what :) // this one’s for you babe @halsteadssneakylink just cause you said I make him attractive to you <3

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Santo Padre was home.

As much as you hated to admit it, the place grew on you and you always wound up back there. You travelled for work and you tended to drift away from your roots but home was home.

25 years old and you’re moving back in with your father. To him, you were still the 12 year old kid that moved in with him all those years ago. Surely you’ve grown but things never seemed to change in Santo Padre.

The hot sun beat down against your skin and the warmth made you a little sticky. Your feet dragged along the sandy path to the clubhouse and you walked through the gate to be greeted by Coco who slings an arm over your shoulder.

“Y/n! When’d you get back, babe? Bish didn’t say nothing.” He mumbles, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. “Yeah, probably to keep me from your crazy ass.” you tease, making him laugh as you two walk up the steps to the door.

Coco opens the door for you, letting you step in away from the heat. You look around, nothing’s changed in the 3 years you’ve been gone.

“Mija!” your dad walks over, arms open for a hug which you’re pulled into. “What are you doing here? I thought you were spending the day at home.” he asks, walking you over to the bar.

You take a seat on the stool, shrugging. “Felt like going for a walk.”

“You walked from the house? That's a 40 minute walk.” he slides a coke over the counter to you.

You shrug once more, “I felt like walking. Also,” you slide the coke back over to him, “I'm not 12 anymore.” You reach over the counter, grabbing a beer from the lower countertop. You pop the bottle open on the edge of the bar top before taking a sip.

Bishop stares at you, his head tilts slightly before questioning you; “where’d you learn how to do that?”

You laugh, nodding towards Hank who was sitting on the couch. “Taught me since I was like 16, dad.” Your father rolls his eyes, taking the beer from you and taking a swing before handing it back to you.

Bishop comes around the bar, his arm wrapping around you, giving you a good squeeze. “Angel’s in the shop. He’ll probably want to see you; I know you two were..” he trails off, not wanting to admit what he thought was happening between you and the oldest Reyes brother.

“We what ? Were screwing ?” you say deadpan, looking at your father. He visibly cringes, pushing you off the stool lightly.

“Get out of here, I have shit to do. Fucking weirdo.” he groans, making you laugh.

“Love you!” you giggled, stepping out the door. You stopped by the rows of bikes, Coco was sitting with Gilly who was working on his bike.

“When’d you get home, missy?” Gilly asks, looking up at you from his spot beside his bike.

“Why was my homecoming such a secret ? Y’all have let club secrets spill faster than this.” You roll your eyes, walking off towards the shop.

Angel had his back turned to you and was leaning into the car, trying to fix something. He had on one of those green button ups that they wore when they were working on the cars. You decide to sneak up on him, you weren't even sure if it would work but you’d try.

You quietly walk over to the man, lifting his shirt gently and snaking a hand under it. He froze when he felt the hand, instantly turning to see who it was. A smile appears on his face when he sees you.

“Hey mama,” he picks you up, hugging you tightly. You clung to the man, smiling and hugging him back. He puts you down after a moment, your arms still wrapped around him. “When’d you get home?”

“God, you’re like the millionth person to ask me that shit. I got home a few days ago. I've been trying to readjust to living with my dad, which we both know is the biggest pain in the ass.”

Angel laughed, slinging his arm over your shoulder. You lean into his side, you missed him; even though the relationship aspect didn’t work out for you two, you still remained really good friends. The shop looked the same, nothing changed in Santo Padre; that’s what you loved about it.

Home was always home.

The two of you walked into the office area and Chucky was sitting at the desk. “Hi y/n nice to see you, how are you?” Chucky asks, moving a chair beside the desk for you to take a seat.

You set the beer on the counter, taking a seat. “I’m good Chuck, how you been? Hopefully the boys haven’t been roughing you up.”

“Nothing I could not handle.” he nods, turning his attention back to whatever he was doing on the computer in front of him.

Angel had disappeared in the few moments you were talking to Chucky. You decide to stay there seeing that the AC was running and you were comfortable in your chair.

There's a couple that walk in, a man with his arm around an obnoxiously loud blonde. He’s telling her to calm down when you recognize the voice, looking over which you regret the moment you do. His eyes meet yours and his brows pull together, smiling at you.

Nowhere to run now.

“Y/n! I didn’t know you were back,” the man smiles, your evil ex boyfriend, Mark. Well, not evil but you hated his guts with a passion.

He cheated on you while you were in college, simply because you were ‘too busy’ for him when it really was this simple; if you were alive and had a vagina, he’d fuck you.

“Yup.” you mumble dryly, taking a sip of your beer.

“How’s your dad been?” he asks, continuing the conversation you desperately wanted to get away from.

“Probably plotting your demise.” you hum and he laughs.

You were serious though; Bishop had said on multiple occasions that if he ever finds the man that cheated on his little girl, he'd kill him, with his bare hands.

The woman tucked under his arm turns to Chucky, “is my car ready?” she asks him and he tells her he’s not sure.

“God, do you fucking know anything?” she grumbles under her breath and you get off your chair.

“Don’t fucking talk to him like that.” you say, a little harsher than necessary.

The blonde steps away from your ex, towards you. She’s in your face at this point, “or what, bitch?”

“I’ll kill you, skank.”

You’re about to hit her but you feel a pair of arms wrap around your torso, lifting you off the ground. You figured it was Angel and the person carried you out of the office but not before you could shout some unpleasant words her way. The man was still carrying you, now going through the garage and you felt your heart nearly stop when you see Angel leant over into a car.

If he was there, who the fuck was carrying you?

You smacked the person’s hand lightly, they seemed to get the hint and put you down. You turn, meeting the man who was carrying you.

He was staring back at you, his tan skin glistening under the heat of the sun. He smiled at you and you took a moment to admire him. Beautiful brown eyes, a buzzcut that he somehow pulled off even though you found it repulsive on anyone else, a set of strong shoulders and arms to match and you almost swoon when he flashed you a smile - though you blame the swooning on the heat and dehydration.

The patch on his kutte says prospect; this was trouble waiting to happen.

“Who are you?” he beats you to the question.

“Could ask you the same thing, you just picked up and carried me out, you could be a kidnapper.”

“You’re a grown woman, who would kidnap you?” The man holds back a laugh.

You shrug, “it happens!”

“Will you fuckers shut up?” Angel grumbles, wiping his hands on a rag. “Mama, this is Ez, my annoying ass, less handsome brother. Ez, this is y/n, Bishop’s kid.” Angel slung an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

Ez smiles, nodding at you. “Yeah, well, Y/n almost fought someone in the office.”

Angel looks down at you, a questioning look on his face. “It was Mark and his girl of the week.” You tell him and he nods, “that’s her car, want me to fuck it up?” he offers and you eagerly nod. “Would you?” you look up at your friend, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“You two are fucked in the head.” Ez scoffs at the two of you, making you both laugh. Angel untangles himself from you, letting you go. “Go with Ez, and stay out of trouble.”

“Trouble’s my middle name, baby!” you shout at Angel, jogging to catch up with Ez.

“Angel dumped me on you which was stupid cause I’m not a kid.”

“I’m sure Bish doesn’t think that.” Ez jokes, sitting on the steps of the clubhouse. “Yeah - he gave me a coke instead of a beer today.” you tell Ez, sitting beside him.

He laughs, staring off into the distance before speaking. “I knew Bish had a kid but I didn’t know y’all were close.”

“Yeah, I moved back a few days ago.”

“Where were you before that?” he looks over at you, “if you don't mind my asking.”

“New York, Georgia and then Mexico. After that, I figured it was time to come home.”

“You travel for work?” “Yeah, I'm a nurse.” you hum, picking at your nail polish.

“Can I ask you another question ?” Ez asks you. You nod, “what’s it like having Bishop as a dad? I can’t even wrap my head around that concept.” he laughs and the sound of his laughter makes you smile.

“He was always good to me. I moved in with him when I was.. 12 maybe? It was just after Aidan passed because my mother thought it would be good for him to be with me or some shit like that but she really just wanted to party and not take responsibility for me.” you tell him, EZ nods.

“I’m sorry.” “Don’t be, she was a crappy mom anyways. Dad treats me ten times better than she ever could.”

You take a breath, exhaling before continuing. “Granted he wasn't around much but at least, I had a place to sleep, clothes and food to eat so I didn’t have anything to complain about. It took a long time for us to connect - I had moved away with my mom when I was 5 so we didn’t really know each other, you know?”

“But, you two are okay now?”

“Yeah, he's my best friend; other than your brother.” You say.

“You know, I remember when he was a prospect.” you chuckle to yourself at the memory. “I didn’t know what it meant to be a prospect back then; dad kept me away from the outlaw shit but I knew it had to be bad considering all the bruises and blood they’d would come back with”

“So you basically grew up in this shithole?” He looks back at the house. You smile, nodding. “Don’t knock it, the bond y’all have is for life. I grew up with them; dad, Angel, Coca and Gilly, Hank, Riz - all of ‘em. They’re my family whether I like it or not.” you tell him.

Ez nods in agreement. “I know - so they’re what made you want to get into nursing huh?”

“All the blood and bruises were practice before theory.” you smiled. “I spent most of my weekends stitching up wounds and changing bandages; but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Had it not been for dad and the guys, I wouldn’t be where I am today. They really pushed me to be the best I could be, especially dad and Angel.”

“Angel?” Ez questions, looking at you with confusion. “I can’t imagine Angel pushing anyone to do anything.” he jokes.

“Angel would spend hours on that same worn out couch in there, keeping me company while I studied. He’d even quizzed me.” you give Ez a ‘I'm serious’ look.

“Okay but what I don't get is that if they all wanted you to do so well, why not talk about it? You’re clearly incredibly talented.”

The praise brings a red hue to your cheeks, one you’re hoping you can pass off as the heat. “That’s exactly it. If they brag, well, you know how these things go - family is your biggest strength but the greatest downfall in the hands of the wrong people.”

“Who knew Bish could have such a smart kid?” he looks at you in amazement and you shake your head, laughing. “Let him hear you say that shit.”

“Let me hear what ?” your father asks, stepping out of the clubhouse. You and Ez look back at the man and you glance at Ez, he shrugs. “Nothing Bish.”

Bishop hums, looking between the two of you. “I’m headed out but I can give you a ride home, unless you're wearing that tonight ?” your father looks towards you, eyeing your outfit; you had on an old t-shirt that belongs to him and a pair of shorts.

“Obviously not.” you roll your eyes, getting up and brushing the sand off the back of your shorts. “C’mon, I’m leaving.” He tells you, stepping between you and Ez, walking towards his motorcycle.

“Can I drive?!” you shout to your father, running down the stairs and over to him. Your father shook his head, getting on and nodding for you to sit behind him.

You pouted at the man, hoping he’d give in and let you drive but he didn’t budge.

“You suck.” you grumble, getting on behind him. The man laughs, patting your hand when you wrap your arms around him.

Ez watched the exchange happen, smiling to himself, wondering if someday he’d have the same thing happen to him with his daughter.

He could only hope that he’d have that.

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It was a bit past one in the morning when you decided to call it a night. The clubhouse is full of life and party, people in every corner having loud conversations and honestly, your head was starting to spin.

It was your first party home in a long time and you may have let loose a little more than intended.

Setting the beer bottle on the floor, you stand and stay in one spot for a minute, gaining your balance back. You manage to navigate your way through the crowd and out into the yard which was full of people too.

You stop by the stairs, slowly making your way down as you look around for your dad. You were in no condition to drive and hopefully he’d be able to take you home or Angel could take you.

Either way, you need to go home before the yard starts to spin too.

Bishop was sitting on the chair by the bikes, Ez and Angel with him as well as Hank. You manage to walk over without falling flat on your face and you squeeze in between your dad and Hank.

Your father looks in your direction; you were slouching between the two men, your head on his shoulder and your eyes droopy. Not to mention the red hue on your cheeks. “You okay mija?”

“I think I need to go home and get some sleep. Can you take me, papi?”

You used to call him papi when you were a kid and now that you’ve grown up, it was dad; but you’ll always be his little girl so whenever he hears that word, his heart melts.

“I would but I got a meeting with the kings, baby.” he kisses your forehead as you lean into his side.

He holds you close for a moment, moments like these were few and far in between.

Bishop looked around for a second; he needed Hank there and Angel, plus Angel was too drunk to drive anyways.

That left Ez.

“Ez, take her home.” He’s already standing and walking over to help you up. Bishop presses a kiss to your forehead before letting Ez help you up.

“Take care of her or I’ll kill you.” He threatens the prospect, making you laugh. You shake your head, linking arms with him, “he’s joking.”

“I’m not joking.” He calls out to you two and you wave him off, getting onto the motorcycle. Ez makes sure you've got a helmet on before getting on and pulling out.

The drive home felt like it breezed by, mostly because your cheek was pressed to Ez’s back and your eyes were closed for all of it. When it comes to a stop, he gets off first and turns to you.

You were already swinging your legs off, sitting on the edge of the seat with Ez standing in front of you, unbuckling the helmet. He pulls it off and sets it to the side only to see that your hair has frizzed up in the few minutes. He gently brushed a hand over your hair, smoothing the parts that were sticking up. Your hands were on his kutte, holding onto it as you studied his face in the yellow streetlight.

“How you feeling ?” he asks, tilting his head slightly to look at you.

“Better.” you smile, the smile instantly fading when you see the porch light of the house across the street turn on.

Ez follows your gaze, noticing the obvious displeasure on your face. He looked over at the house, there was nothing out of the ordinary about it. Just a regular house with your ex boyfriend, Mark coming out of the front door.

“Ah.” He hums, turning back to look at you. “Does he do that often?”

“No clue, he’s a fucking weirdo.” you grumble, looking back at Ez.

There's a glint of mischief in the man’s eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans into you. His hands snake around your waist, stepping a little closer to you.

“Wanna make him jealous ?” Ez asks, his lips brushing against your ear and your heart skips a beat.

You weren't thinking when you nodded, your hands resting against his chest when he closed the gap between the two of you. Ez’s lips were soft against yours, his warm hands resting just under the hem of your skirt now.

You can’t help but pull him closer so that he's standing between your legs. He grabs your leg, hitching it to hook on his hip as his hand rubs along your thigh. It was as if you lost yourself in the kiss but you felt his lips move from yours and down to your jaw.

The reason for the kiss had completely slipped your mind.

Your body moves against his, wanting more than he's able to give you at that moment. EZ pushes your hair away from your neck, his hand coming to rest on the side of it. You lean into his touch, giving him space to kiss along the newly exposed skin.

His hand on your back pulls you forward and your own hand hits somewhere on the bike, holding yourself up and against him.

The sudden flash of light causing both of you to pull away, Ez lets out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. The thought of Bishop catching the two of you making out when he was just supposed to drop you off definitely instilled fear somewhere in Ez’s mind.

“You hit the lights.” he chuckles, his arm around you, holding you close as he reaches around you to turn it off. You hum, smiling as you look over his shoulder.

Mark was still sitting on his porch, his focus directly on you and Ez.

Ez turns his attention back to you and you grab the back of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. It only lasts for a few seconds but the passion coming from it was enough to tell Mark to fuck off.

The door slams on the other side of the street and you two pull away from each other, giggling like teenagers.

“Think that did it?” Ez asks, his forehead resting on yours.

You nod, smiling at him. Your hand cups his cheek, thumb caressing it softly. “Wanna come in?” you ask quietly, as if you were gonna summon your father if you said it louder.

“I don’t know if I should-” “’Cause of this?” your finger drags along the patch sewn into his kutte.

EZ watches as you run your finger along the patch, moving up to his shoulder, along his neck and finally resting under his chin. You pull him to look you in the eyes.

“Come in.”

Your hand is in his, walking towards the front door. He wasn’t resisting even though his brain was screaming at him in big red letters to leave. Ez follows you into the house, locking the door behind the two of you.

He really should leave but he follows you all the way to your bedroom before he finally comes to a halt.

You look back at the man standing in the doorway. “What?” you ask, already searching for something to change into.

“He’ll be home soon.”

You stop and turn to face Ez. “He’s spending the night at the club. He’s got business with the kings.”

Reaching for the hem of your shirt, “are you staying?”

You grab it and pull it over your head before tossing it to the man. “Or going?”

He steps into the room, dropping the shirt on the floor and shutting the door. “Are you sure?” he asks and you nod, “a hundred percent.”

Ez smiles, walking over and picking you up. “What are you doing?” you laugh, settling yourself on his lap when he sits on your bed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he hums, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

There’s nothing to blame the blush that’s creeping up your cheek on. So instead, you pay him a complaint. “Says Mr. Handsome.” you tease, making him laugh.

Ez lays back on your bed and you get off, settling beside him, your leg tossed over his lap and your arm draped over his torso. His arm was around you and two of his fingers trailed along your shoulder, tracing little patterns into your skin. You look up at the man, the moonlight from the window shining into the room.

“Ez?” and he hums, now looking at you. You smile, “no, what does Ez stand for? I’m sure that’s not what’s on your birth certificate.”

“Ezekiel.”

“Ezekiel.” You repeat, smiling. Ez smiles too, the sound of his name falling from your lips was now his favourite sound; he could listen to you say it forever.

His arm tightens around you, holding you a little closer. “Weren't you supposed to be sleeping already ?”

“I would have been but this handsome guy decided to makeout with me on his bike soooo” you hum, looking up at him. Your words make him blush, rolling his eyes playfully.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, get some sleep.” he rubs along your side softly.

“If you chicken out when you hear dad pull in, the window’s the fastest way out.” you tell him, shutting your eyes but you can feel his questioning stare. “Just because I wasn't allowed around club stuff doesn’t mean I didn’t have a life, Ezekiel.”

Ez chuckles, kissing your forehead. “Sleep well.”

“You too.”

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The sun is peeking through the curtains and you groan. Your head is pounding and the smell of whatever the neighbours were cooking was making you want to puke.

When you roll over, you see that your bedroom window is open which probably means Ez opened it but you also see that your bed is empty.

Ez’s shoes are gone and so is he or so you thought until you hear shouting from the kitchen. Your dad’s voice echoed through the house, making you want to pull a pillow over your head and go back to sleep.

It was barely half past ten, who the hell could he be talking to already ?

“Nothing happened, how many times do I need to say that?” you hear Ez’s voice, making you instantly sit up.

You grab the closet shirt you can find and pull it on as you run down the hallway to the kitchen. There's a loud smack just as you reach the kitchen; Ez stumbles back, his hand over his nose with a painful expression on his face and your dad‘s expression mirrors his but his hand is in a fist.

“Dad! What the hell!” You shout, walking over to Ez.

You gently move his hand from his nose, sitting him on the chair at the table. You crouch down to check if his nose was broken - it wasn't but it was bleeding. Standing again, you shift Ez to sit forward, tilting his head down slightly so the blood would drip out.

Next, you walk over to your father who already has a cold towel on his knuckles. He winces, pulling the cigarette from his lips as you feel his hand. “Nothing’s broken.” you tell him, wrapping the towel back around it.

He takes a pull from the cigarette, “coulda told you that.” He says which makes you roll your eyes.

Making your way back to Ez, you lift his chin to check his nose once more. You hand him a few tissues before bending down to wipe the blood off the floor. “Why’d you hit him? He didn’t do anything.” the question directed to your father.

“Didn’t do anything ? He was in bed with you, neither of you had a shirt on!”

You glance up at Ez whose face was a mix of mortified and pain, you bite back a laugh. “I wasn’t naked, you’re so dramatic, papi. It’s not like we slept together - well we did, but only in the same bed. Nothing happened.”

“Nothing happened ?” your father asks, and you turn to look at him, nodding. “Nothing happened, I promise.”

“Fine,” he says, “if you say so.”

Ez’s eyes widen, looking at you in disbelief. “Why didn’t he-” Shh, don’t even bother.” you take the tissue from him, gently wiping away the left over blood.

You toss it in the trash and wash your hands, “how about breakfast?” you ask the men, both of them saying they need to get to the clubhouse.

“Head out without me.” Bishop tells Ez, walking out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

“I’ll walk you out.” you stretch your hand out, Ez cautiously grabbing it as you two walk out of the house together. You two walk over to his motorcycle that’s parked on the street. You’re sitting on the edge of the seat, Ez standing between your legs, mirroring your position from last night.

His fingertips barely brush against your thigh. “I should probably get going.” He whispers, eyes meeting yours.

You hum, “probably.” Your hand reaches for his, pulling him closer to you.

Ez’s hand moves, resting against your torso. “Can your dad see us?” he glances at the window, you look over your shoulder and shake your head.

“No. C’mere.” You reach for his kutte, pulling him towards you and closing the gap. Your lips on his and he leans into you, his hands on your lower back. “I really should go.” He mumbles against your lips, between kisses.

“Mhm hm.” your lips still on his, his hands reaching down to give your ass squeeze which makes you laugh, pulling away from the kiss. “Smooth, Ez, real smooth.”

“I try,” he flashes you a smile and his hands pull you away from the bike, getting on. You watch as he puts on his helmet, snickering to yourself. “What ?” he asks, smiling at you as he puts on his sunglasses.

“You look like a dork.” you say through giggles, hunched over in laughter. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re adorable but the glasses and the helmet; I can’t help it.” you laughed, Ez rolled his eyes and grabbed your waist, pulling you to his side.

“Shut up, like you didn’t just get busted with a boy in your room this morning.”

“Need I remind you that you were the boy, Ezekiel.”

The use of his name makes him smile. “Say it again.” he whispers, kissing along your jaw.

“Say what- ah.” you rest a hand on his cheek. “Have a good day, Ezekiel.” you smile, leaning in to give him one last kiss before stepping back onto the curb.

You watch him pull off and head down the street and as soon as he does, your father walks out. “I don't know what time I'll be home.” he calls out to you, causing you to turn and walk towards him.

“That's okay, gonna unpack and stuff today.” You meet him on the front porch. “Come by the house if you need anything, or call. Okay ?” he pulls you in for a hug.

“I will, be safe.” you tell him, smiling.

Your father’s hand is still holding your arm, “by the way, I did see that.” he says, kissing your forehead before walking down the steps to the driveway.

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super-marvel-dc · 2 years

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Y/N: Would you slap EZ-

Angel: Yes.

Y/N: I didn't even finish!

Angel: Sorry, continue.

Y/N: Would you slap EZ for 10 dollars?

Angel: I would do it for free.

EZ: Rude...

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fckwritersblock · 2 years

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Ez Reyes x Black Reader

Description: Drabble. I was literally listening to Chris Brown To My Bed

Don’t know what this is but…enjoy I guess lmao currently editing a few other one shots & catching up on the Mayans and when I looked up Ez was on my TV so.

Everyone was drunk and shit and I was sick of their shit. The plus side no one seemed to be paying me any attention anymore. Pulling out my phone I searched for the number before sending a quick texting.

Come get me querida

I figured if I didn’t drive everybody might think I was knocked out in the trailer and leave me the fuck alone for a little bit. Angel would definitely take the hint if ot was locked. Not too long after that my phone buzzed with a response.

Why should I?

Y/n.

You’re no fun.

about 30 minutes after I sent that message I got another one tell me to come outside. I jogged out the door and hopped in her car before she could completely stop. Last thing I needed was for someone to see her and start asking questions. I was already in some shit, I didn’t need to add anything else to my plate.

“El presidente know you coming?" She smiled turning around to head back to her house.

This girl loved to tease me about this prospect shit. Got a shot in any chance ate got.

It’s ok though.

I got something for that ass tonight.

I rolled my eyes, "You know I don’t have to tell that man everything I do."

She laughed hard at me, "Yeah right. You on a time limit and everything now boo. You sure you ain't gotta be back at a certain time? Run some errands? Hold anybodys dick while they piss? Or did daddy say his little bitch can sleep over tonight?"

She started talking to me like I was a baby pinching my check with one hand after we pulled up to a red light. Y/n laughed as I swatted her hand away before I placed my hand on her thigh leaning in towards her ear, "Why you being funny?"

She swallowed hard, tightening her grip on the steering wheel as she pulled off. “Why you close for? I'm driving nigga you can't distract me."

Grinning I slid my hand up her thigh. I bit my lip at the fact that she was wearing a dress.

That's my girl, make that shit easy for me.

"Ez stop." She giggled, driving with one hand as she pushed

my hand away with the other.

"You don't forreal want me to." I glided my finger over the outside of her panties.

Lace.

My favorite.

Barely anything there.

They were that much easier to soak and and even easier to destroy.

"Ezekiel" She was breathing heavy, her eyes darting all over the place as if someone was watching her, "I can't focus baby."

I laughed, rubbing her pearl a lil bit harder as her legs slightly parted a bit more. I don’t even think she realized she was opening up for me. More like muscle memory.

"Better learn to control it baby, cuz I know you don't really want me to stop. In fact," I slid my fingers through the thin fabric, "Something is telling me you loving this shit ma."

She bit her lip to stop her moans from coming out. I rubbed my fingers around her clit, slipping all in her wetness.

"You're an ass..." She moaned out, her eyelids looking heavy. I could feel the slight roll of her hips in attempt to create more friction.

"You love it though," I dipped my digits inside her waterfall, "How wet this shit is, don't even try lying babe."

Y/n struggled to drive the rest of the way to her crib. I played around in her wetness, leaving her no choice but to enjoy it.

Soon as she stopped the car I leaned over to her, planting soft kisses on her neck.

She moaned out, turning the car off and opening her door but

not able to get out.

"Ez...." She rubbed the back of my head as I kissed on her neck,

"We gonna make it to the bed this time babe?"

She was practically putty in my hand.

I laughed in her necking, making her giggle, probably tickling a bit.

"You know we gon' try." I spoke into her ear.

Uh huh.

Yeah right.

Soon as we hit her front door we were all over one another.barely able to get the door shut.

"Ez please make it to the bed." She moaned into my mouth.

I laughed sliding my hands down her ass, picking her up and placing her on my waist.

"Where's the fun in the bed?" I joked, suckling on her neck, moving on down her chest.

"Have we ever done it in a bed Ez?" She leaned her head back

giving me more access to her body.

I laughed kicking her door open, "Hell if I know Y/n."

She bit her lip as I lowered her onto the edge of the bed. I smirked, hovering over her, easing my body down on hers.

She was already tryna pull my pants down with her feet before I could even get situated.

"Wait a minute baby," I started rising her dress up her body. "Now you know," I kissed her left thigh, licking circles to her panties, “I gotta eat it," I did the same exact thing to her right thigh, "Before I beat it."

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cloveroctobers · 2 years

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outside / EZ REYES x Black! Reader || Summer Prompts !

A/N: I always said gaby and Ez look like siblings…freud would love my ass for saying that. Here’s me having a poke at that here in my final summer prompts. It’s nothing too serious just something to wrap up the remaining summer writing season BUT I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t take this piece someplace else right? 😉

WARNINGS: turned out much lengthy than intended for no reason! Sorry about that! + conflicting relationships? And before y’all ask there will most likely not be a part two lol. Just call me part i. Ess from now on 🤭

Plot/prompt: summer weddings + summer vacation

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some people go crazy over weddings.

you happened to fall into the trope of wanting a fairytale wedding. You wanted a marquise cut wedding ring—preferably in the shade of London blue Topaz with a pear engagement ring to match it. You didn’t think too hard on the whole proposal, you just hoped the person you wanted to ask you would execute it well. Thinking about the proposal made you nervous but thinking about the ceremony? Provided you with all the serotonin that you needed.

It was insane to your family that you didn’t fall into the wedding planning field since weddings were on your mind back when you had knockers in your pigtails. It was a hobby to watch all the shows and attend every wedding you were invited to. You had moodboards stored away in your closet and attic about the major event that was tweaked at every age. Commitment was never the issue on your end out of the handful you dated..they just never ended up being the right one or you scared them off with the intent of forever.

“Hey, are you ready to go?” Warm muscular arms wrapped around your body, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Humming you briefly caressed EZ’s, your boyfriend of one year, forearm. “Yes. I found the bracelet at the bottom of the suitcase, it must have slipped out of the pouch I had it in.”

“Here let me help you with that.” Ez unlocked his arms from around you, taking the accessory from your grasp to place around your wrist.

You watched the man before you, how he touched you so delicately and with care. His skin stayed on dewy, he trimmed down his balbo beard at your request (the friction was causing a serious rash—on your part) and it glistened with sandalwood oil that would surely shine like diamonds once you stepped out into the Mexican heat.

“You see something that you like?” Ez teased you, his honey eyes flicking up to meet yours once he was done.

You smiled as you responded turning to close your suitcase, “I see plenty, Mr. Reyes.”

“Oh me too, love.” Ez was behind you again, his hands reaching out to caress your backside before giving it a nice slap, “this dress…I don’t think I want you outside in it.”

Smirking to yourself you finished zipping the suitcase and spun to face the olive-skinned man who went back to rubbing on your stinging booty, “that’s just too damn bad, man. We got here yesterday afternoon and been in all this time up in each other’s faces, everybody out that door? about to see these legs and hips and body.”

Ez chuckled at you, playfully rolling his eyes as you had your arms around his neck, one hand now running your fingernails against his scalp.

“Fine. I guess we do have some place to be.”

You scoffed with a quirk of your brow, “now you want to change your tone when we’re actually here? It’s your cousin’s pre-wedding dinner party.”

“I know.” Ez grumbled, “I agreed to come to the wedding not the pre-events. Pop was in my ear about it being disrespectful if we didn’t go but it’s not like I give a shit what he’s got to say—

“Ezekiel!” You gripped his face, before pointing your finger at him, “we said best behavior on this trip.”

You got along quite well with Felipe. He was respectful, quiet, yet observant which made it hard for you to tell if he liked you enough to date his son in the beginning. You understood that Ez and Felipe’s relationship took a huge turn revolving around his mother’s death and his father’s past. Of course you could never tell EZ how he should feel since you were not in his position but you knew Felipe did the best that he could taking care of his boys. He tried but ultimately you knew Ez wasn’t trying to hear that anymore. It ran much deeper than you knew and you didn’t pry because once Ez went dark? He buried himself in it for awhile; you noticed how the club was changing him and you weren’t sure it was for the better.

Nonetheless this summer vacation was to leave all the stress of the club bullshit behind you…for now.

“I am, I’m just saying I don’t see him giving Angel shit for not being here.”

“Angel has a baby to cater to—

“So you’re saying I should get you—

“No!” Your eyes went wide as Ez’s began to crinkle, laughing at you, joking.

You were far from thinking about children, IUD in place, you wanted to be more financially stable before that could ever happen and if your job finally promoted you and you were married for at least two years? Then that would be the goal. Everything was plotted for you, you liked to stick to a routine and schedule. If you could help it? That’s the way it would go. Sorry.

“We’re not here for any drama just the vibrant city of Mérida, okay?” You pecked his lips.

“…okay.” Ez grumbled.

You fixed the collar of his linen beige top, getting a whiff of Egyptian musk that radiated off his skin before you reached for the space on both corners of his lips. Lifting them you said, “fix your face.”

Then you moved your hands to slap his ass in return making him grin, “yes ma’am.”

He gripped your hand, intertwining your fingers as you led him out of the room.

•

The restaurant was just as vibrant yet homey as the buildings even with the sun beginning to set. When you and EZ arrived most of the guests were there currently waiting on Gaby and her groom to be. You already knew a few faces which consisted of Felipe, Coco, his girlfriend Hope, and Letty.

“Finally! I thought you two wouldn’t get here until after Gaby and her dude showed up.” Letty announced, kissing the side of your cheek as you embraced.

Coco was all grins as he cradled a cigarette, “shut it leticia, this is part of their baecation so you know nothing is off limits.” He winked at you as Ez laughed, bringing him into his chest by his palm.

Letty scrunched up her nose but didn’t say anything else as she sipped at her Perrier can.

You rolled your eyes, fanning your hand at Coco before you turned to Hope, smiling at her in greeting, “how are you?”

“Pretty good!” She called over the music as you hugged briefly, “it’s nice to get away from everything.”

“Oh absolutely! Santo Padre who?” You waved to the bar tender ordering a drink before you turned back to the two, “how long are you guys staying?”

“We leave the day after tomorrow.” Letty answered in annoyance, “Coco’s gotta get back to the club! I might just get lost here instead and find me a better guy.”

“Uh oh.” You trailed letty’s eyes to see a slim boy with freshly tanned skin, dark gelled back hair, chiseled jaw, sporting heavy jewelry on his neck and fingers along with his eyes set on Letty too, “who’s that?”

“Ryan.” Hope answered, “Felipe told us he’s on the groom’s side. He’s a fighter, a boxer I think he said. Felipe’s got the scoop on everyone here, including Gaby’s fiancé’s side.”

You weren’t surprised.

“Did you talk to this Ryan guy yet?”

“What?” Letty blinked at you, “why would I do that?”

“You caught each other’s eye and you have the perfect opening as one of gaby’s friends…” you stated the obvious as you thanked the bartender for the red cup.

Letty scoffed, “if he wants to talk to me, he knows what I have on. I’m tired of chasing these assholes.”

Just as she said that the three heard his laughter from across the courtyard where he sat, talking to another girl that could possibly be Felipe’s family or not. She had her hand on his shoulder as she spoke and you didn’t miss how he occasionally kept glancing over in Letty’s area.

You shook your head as you took a sip of your drink. This all felt too familiar. Not bothering to dwell on it much longer, Ez’s hand touched your backless dress stealing you away to introduce you to a few cousins, aunts, and uncles who you communicated with most of them in their native tongue; which they seemed to appreciate. You met Gaby’s mother and little brother, her two best friends from hometown in Mexico, and a few of her best co-workers in her residency back in Santo padre.

“What’s going on, everybody!?” A voice boomed over the music, making all heads turn to the couple.

Your eyes zeroed in on Gaby who always kept a bright smile on her face. Her lips were painted plum which contrasted against her gleaming teeth, her hair was slicked back into a ponytail, and she wore a flowy cream dotted ruffle midi dress with a slit going down her chest. She looked gorgeous and extremely happier than usual.

You met Gaby back home through coco and Letty and she told you all about her life. She always suggested going out to grab a bite to eat but time always got the best of the both of you. She only had her mother and brother here until she learned that Felipe was her family too. It was also mind-blowing to know that her and Ez were also a thing way back when…until they learned they were related. So it was a little odd to try and be friends with her, it wasn’t necessarily intentional it was just the way it played out.

How could you have something against a woman you barely knew? Ez didn’t talk much about their few months together but he did tell you that when he fell, he fell hard. It wasn’t like him to not get attached to someone and he admitted he only had one (shockingly) emotionless fling after Gaby before you came along.

“Hi everyone, thank you for coming!” Gaby waved at all the cheering faces.

It wasn’t until your eyes moved to her fiancé did you find yourself choking a bit. Realizing that you had a cup in your hand, you bought the alcohol to your lips hoping to soothe your almost full-on choking fit.

“You okay?” Ez said into your ear.

Your eyes burned into the man that had a protective arm across Gaby’s shoulder’s. He was too busy laughing with one of his friend’s who repeatedly announced that he was his best man.

Swallowing you whispered, “that’s my ex.”

Ez felt his brows furrow as he followed your stare settling on the curly long haired man that stood next to Gaby. He had stubble going on his angular face—which was different than what you were used to, his nose pointed from the side and crinkled as he laughed at something his best friend said. He was taller than Gaby even in her wedges but you were sure her head easily tucked underneath his chin when they embraced. He was dressed in a navy blue suit jacket with a open white undershirt underneath and sported some blue jeans with one rip in the knee.

Ez crossed his arms, “which one?”

“The one I dated for four years back in Ohio.”

“…shit.” Ez huffed knowing of this story just like you knew his story with Emily.

If you were able to have a positive outlook of your first love and heartbreak then you are one of the lucky ones.

“Well—

You started just as Ez said, “I can break his fucking nose if you want?”

Laughing you gripped Ez’s bicep, “neither of us are about to act up tonight, we don’t want to ruin this for Gaby. And i don’t think getting arrested down here is the smartest move.”

“yeah I agree…” Ez watched as Gaby and her fiancé, your ex, moved together in sync as they began chatting with the guests, “but i would certainly enjoy knocking him out of those thousand dollar shoes and that tight ass jacket.”

You snorted out a laugh as you leaned into EZ who easily unfolded his arms to wrap around your body, caressing the skin of your back once more and putting his back to the couple.

“We outside.” You sung making EZ nod his head mockingly before placing a kiss on your cheek.

You breathed in Ez’s scent with the closing of your eyes before you opened them again to see Paul’s eyes set on you in shock. It was brief but you caught it as he lifted his chin and turned his gaze elsewhere.

It was incredible, the act of avoidance. It wasn’t you doing the avoiding but you weren’t skipping to get to Gaby and Paul either. It seemed as soon as Gaby attempted to call out to at least, Ez to get his attention, Paul was off pulling her somewhere else.

Anyone oblivious would find that it was just natural to get caught up in multiple conversations. This gathering was a party of at least forty so that was surely possible but you and Ez both picked up on what Paul was doing.

Did it bother you?

No. It shouldn’t. Despite you having a lengthy history with Paul, it did catch you off guard to see him here after all these years but you were not the one acting scared of this man. If you wanted to have a word with Paul, you would.

Vacations were for the temporary erase of reality. So you sat pretty kiki-ing with everyone around you, falling into conversations with Ez’s hand comfortably resting on your thigh, to switching from the best tequila to a nice white wine, and waiting on your meal of the night while smiling at Paul every time you caught his stare. It wasn’t until he saw Ez brushing your hair back behind your shoulders and countlessly pecking your lips, making you laugh and feel silly since you were slightly tipsy.

The clinking of glass broke your attention from Ez’s but that didn’t stop him from scooting his chair even closer to you. Whenever the two of you got some liquor in your system, the touching definitely amplified. And tequila down here? Was much different than the kind you had in California, that much you knew. You hoped you made it to Gaby’s 1pm wedding and you only had one shot.

“Excuse me, groom to be is speaking.” Paul rasped, hand on his chest as he gazed at all the faces, “I just want to say before we’re all no longer able to speak by the end of the night that Gabs and I thank you for being here with us tonight.”

Some loud laughs followed by some already drunk members.

“I also wanted to propose a small toast since you may or may not be aware it’s my thing and there will be many more at the reception.” He winked, earning a cheer from Gaby while you leaned back in your chair in confusion.

He smiled down at Gabby before raising his whisky glass, “as I look at all of your faces tonight, I’m so glad I get to share this moment with you. It’s about the celebration of a emotion that is so…invigorating. It’s about fucking love! and I love this woman beside me so much that I hope you can all feel that right now and tomorrow afternoon. If we can’t lead by example for all my single friends and family out there, you all are the example.”

“To love!”

“To Brandon and Gabriela!”

“What a fucken sap.” Coco muttered from beside Ez, earning a laugh from the man while Hope pushed his shoulder with a shush.

Letty agreed from next to you still raising her glass as everyone else, “yeah a real fucking simp that one is but hey, at least Gaby’s happy!”

You watched as Paul leaned down to give Gaby a quick kiss, her hands resting on his chest for a moment before he quickly pulled away raising his glass once more then taking a seat back next to her. This time? Gaby’s eyes were in both you and Ez’s direction yet the both of you had your eyes set on the food headed your way.

The night turned out decent with coco complaining about the “fucked up prices,” before taking his exit with Hope and yelling at Letty to come on before she had to find her own way back to hotel. She was all middle fingers and giving a tight embrace to Ryan, which made you smirk as you made your way to the bathroom. When you turned around you bumped into Gaby and apologized.

“Sorry, girl.”

“It’s okay, y/n! Don’t even worry about it.”

“Do you know where the bathroom is?” You slightly bounced, “I meant to ask Letty but she got snatched up by some other kid back there?”

Gaby smiled as she glanced over your shoulder, “yes, Ryan. Brandon’s step-nephew? Nephew. I knew it would only be a matter of time, letty has a type.”

“Ah, another asshole.”

“He’s young and likes to have fun. Stupid but fun.” Gaby shared a laugh with you, “bathroom is through those doors to the right, once you get to the fountain at the end, it’s straight back.”

“Thank you!” You lightly gripped her wrist, “have a great night and I’ll see you on your big day.”

Gaby nodded as you let go of her wrist but she called out to you, “It will be a dream won’t it?”

“That’s what life is,” you shrugged, “at least that’s what the nursery rhyme says.”

Gaby began to twist her hands together looking down. You sighed bouncing a bit more but didn’t want to be rude, tonight was all about the positive yet Gaby seemed to be a bit lost in this moment.

“What’s wrong, Gaby?”

“I just—it’s nothing. Just nerves? Yes nerves. I’m about to marry a man, a brilliant man and I still have questions. Usually I’m not scared to ask those questions but when I look at you…I have them.”

Blinking you asked, “what do you mean, Gaby?”

“I know you and Brandon used to be together for a long time,” Gaby met your eyes, “I knew it from the moment I showed him a picture of you and Ez. Tonight confirmed what his mouth did not say.”

You blew out a long breath. What were you supposed to say in this moment? Gaby had suspicions but never felt the need to at least say that to Ez? They didn’t talk much besides holidays and birthdays but it was enough for her to want him to be in her wedding. When you glanced over to Ez hugging Hope goodnight, you saw Felipe looking away from your direction.

He knew.

He always knew something no one else did. That man could keep so much to himself that it made you wonder what else did he know? What did he possibly know about Paul you wondered?

“I just want to make sure I’m marrying a good man.”

“I can’t tell you that,” you strongly told, “that’s something you should have already figured out. You’re with present P-Brandon, I was with past Brandon. What versions we know of him could be different. You’re smart Gaby, what does your head say?”

Gaby dipped her head, a small smile on her lips, “you’re right. I do know Brandon and what we have, I’m just being silly and scared to make mistakes but that’s life. I trust him. It’s my last night as a engaged woman and I should enjoy it…I’m sorry I brought the mood down but thank you for listening! Now go.”

“Are you sure?” You wondered if this was a facade Gaby was putting up in that moment.

What about Paul made her have these questions? It couldn’t just be your past relationship with him could it?

“Yes! All is well. I’ll see you soon.” She waved, smiling before she spun on her feet to leave.

You shook your head, unsure about Gaby but realized your bladder was oh so close to failing you as you rushed off to the restrooms. You held the door with your foot, drying your hands with a incredibly gentle paper towel before tossing it into the garbage.

Smoothing down your dress you sniffed at your hands, the complimentary lotion smelled like cotton candy which made you want to head to a carnival soon. Just as you were going around the corner, a hand slapped over your mouth and pushed you up against the wall.

You couldn’t get to your taser in your mini bag so you went to use your elbow as a defense but your attacker slapped your arm down making you hiss. A glare was on your face now as your eyes flicked up to meet familiar dark eyes with a beauty mark by the left one.

“Hello sweetheart.”

You shoved him back making him laugh as he let his hand fall from your lips, his eyes lingering there waiting for you to speak.

“What’s your problem? You had to slither around to say something to me but can’t speak in front of everyone else?”

“Why be fake?” Paul crossed his arms, making you inwardly chuckle as the sleeves seemed to tighten.

It was your turn to scoff, “fake?!” You pointed your finger in his face which he bit at earning a slap from you, “you’re the motherfucker who left me, disappeared without a trace, leaving me with a voicemail and a gotdamn ring—

“It was to protect you! I had to! You have no idea what I had to do for your safety.” He yelled into your face, “Jesus, I thought you’d be over this by now.”

You nodded, “I see you didn’t change. It’s still all about you and fuck everybody else, huh? Everyone thought you were dead. Do your parents know where your at, Paul? I mean Brandon.”

Paul rubbed at the back of his neck, “that’s none of your concern is it? Don’t act like you care now when I reached out for you to meet me so we could discuss everything.”

“What’re you talking about?” You laughed incredulously.

“I was never too far from you, I know you know that. Know you felt that,” Paul stared into your eyes, “I sent you letters…even had Manny sneak them to you but you clearly moved on so I had to too.”

You frowned, “‘I never…Manny? You’re working together…don’t tell me you’re part of a charter out here?”

“No…something even better. I have to make bank to survive and I don’t want to scrap to do that like your loser of a boyfriend.”

You went to slap him again but Paul had your wrist with a quickness, “uh oh…look at you defending him and you don’t even know what shit he’s about to get himself into.”

“It’s not my business.” You gritted, “I don’t have time for your bullshit, I’m on vacation.”

“yeah…you keep saying that.”

That made you tilt your head to the side. Paul analyzed you as you silently pieced something together…did he have cameras in your hotel room? Your chest suddenly began to rise and fall with immense pace.

“Ah, the wheels are starting to turn now, huh?” He caressed your face, “I meant it when I said we were destined to be together. That I’d never let you go—not completely anyway.”

Swallowing you reminded the curly headed man, “You’re about to get married to Gaby.”

“And she’s great but she’s not you.”

“Not my problem.” You hissed, “life goes on so keep your shit on your side and we’ll be fine. Don’t fuck with me or Ezekiel and do right by that girl, you hear me?”

Paul clicked his tongue as you pushed by him, giving him the chance to check you out,“I hear you and see you babe but I always get what I want.”

You couldn’t get away from that man fast enough. The ego was still there but much bigger than what you knew. Paul was raised mainly by his gambling dad, originally from a reservation in Washington before his dad took him to Ohio after the divorce from Paul’s mom. Paul ended up with a half sister from his mom which contributed to the divorce and the bad drinking habit from his father. One thing you knew about Paul was that he was always hot tempered and a go-getter. You weren’t sure what he was into now but if he knew Manny from back home? And seemed to be threatened by Ezekiel…? then you definitely had bigger issues than a simple case of an ex.

You tried to brush that feeling off as you hurried back to Ez and Felipe who waited outside of the restaurant for you.

“Everything okay?” Felipe asked you, sitting in the backseat of the rental.

That gained Ez’s attention as he waited outside of the vehicle for you, texting away on his phone. He pushed off the car, reaching for your waist with one hand and pinching at your chin with the other. “I’m seeing a hint of stress and that shouldn’t be, y/n.” He wiggled you by the hip, hoping to see you smile.

“I probably shouldn’t have taken that sangria to the head…everything is much stronger here. Or it’s the bleach in the bathroom’s that’s getting to me.” You reassured Ez who tightened his eyes a little bit, studying you.

He peered over your head to see Paul exiting through the back with Gaby right behind him. Ez hummed as he led you to the passenger side, opening the door for you as you slid in.

All of this led to a horrifying day. It happened in spurts, arriving to the church arms wrapped around each other with warm smiles as you greeted the guests on your way down the aisle. The venue was basically like a arena, seats flowing in a curved shape that led down to a walkway over water where huge trees surrounded by floral bushes sat beyond two main benches where the bride and groom would be seated.

It was very tranquil and private, very Gaby.

You remembered the soft music playing as everyone waited around falling into small chatter. You remembered hearing Ez’s phone buzz in his pocket, him pulling it out before shoving it back into its spot. He sat beside you for at least another two minutes before he said he would be back. You remembered the look Felipe had in his eye as he watched his son leave before sliding over to you. You remembered turning to Hope, Coco, and Letty across the aisle.

“Anybody check on the groom?” Someone asked as the priest stood before them all at his own designated spot.

More worries than concerns began to fill the venue as guests occasionally looked over their shoulders in search of Paul. The music seemed to change after some time, to a bridal tune? With everyone getting to their feet to watch Gaby? Gaby be led down the aisle with her younger brother, which was so precious.

She looked beautiful in a dainty ivory cowl-neck satin dress that clung to her hips and flowed at the bottom. The veil was covered with pearls as she took her time, a smile on her lips as everyone cooed at her. Her brother stopped at the end of the walkway, Gaby kissing his cheek before she spoke softly to the priest and took her seat on the bench with her lily bouquet.

It was minutes after Gaby sat on the bench that something fell from the sky. It wasn’t just something, it was Paul’s body that splattered onto the now broken table that sat in front of the two benches. The priest jumped back from his pulpit eyes shooting you towards the sky as Gaby got to her feet, screams falling from lips.

“Brandon!” You wouldn’t forget those screams and the way the bride slipped on the blood the pooled from Paul’s body, staining her dress.

The gaps followed along with some screams before the guests snapped out of it and rushed to their aide. You found yourself moving from the aisle to stand in the main one, watching from the distance as Paul lay on torso, cheek resting against the ground with a badly broken nose and eyes wide open.

“Fucking Boy Scout.” You heard coco mutter, his eyes also upwards in which you whipped around to face the braided man.

He cleared his throat, hoping you didn’t hear that but all of the women: you, Hope, and Letty had their eyes on him.

“What did you say—

You started charging over to him but Felipe gripped your wrist, resting your palm against his as Coco slipped by you with Hope yelling after him. Letty shook her head in disbelief, staring hard at Felipe then she headed down the aisle to her friend.

“Listen,” Felipe started but you shook your head, “listen to me! You’re gonna leave and take Hope with you. My son is experiencing La noche oscura del alma. Look it up when you get far from him then you’ll understand. This was no accident.”

“Mr. Felipe, what else aren’t you telling me?” You breathed.

“There is no time to explain.” He looked around at the horrified faces, “coco will hold Ezekiel off long enough but you need to go. La noche oscura del alma by St. John of the cross. Remember it?”

Dipping your head, Felipe placed a kiss against your forehead and gently pushed you off waving a very confused and very frightened Hope after you.

“Shouldn’t we be calling for help instead of running off? What the hell just happened and why is Felipe encouraging you to get away from ez?” Hope panted as she kept up with you.

You ignored her, “Do you have the keys to your rental?”

Hope nodded searching her bag, “I’m sure I do and what about Letty? We can’t just leave her here.”

“The best place for Letty is with Gaby’s family right now but I know Felipe will watch over them, believe me.” You sped-walk through the parking lot as the adrenaline began to kick in.

The both of you were jogging through cars, dodging mirrors with Hope leading the way with the jingle of the rental keys. She hit the remote frowning as it did nothing until she got closer to the Subaru, having to use the key in the door.

“C’mon.” You whispered, waiting for the girl to unlock the rest of the car.

Hope did so and before she climbed into the car she gasped as she watched you get picked up in the air by a gloved Ez. Before Hope could let out a scream, a hand covered her own mouth and she just knew it belonged to Johnny’s. Her shoulders slumped in defeat as tears blurred her vision, Johnny spinning her around so she didn’t have to see this.

You jammed your heel down onto Ez’s foot, making him slightly loosen his hold on you. Your head went back next, hoping to knock Ez back some. He grunted before deciding to toss you against the car, your body bruising as you attempted to catch yourself. Briefly you saw Coco trying to console Hope for whatever reason and you turned back to ez who looked like he previously got into a fight himself.

Case closed.

“Why? What’s this all about?”

Ez sniffed, squinting a bit as he used the back of his hand to wipe at the blood from his split eyebrow. “It’s not really you, y/n. It’s all Paul-Brandon, he’s in the way of my club and unfortunately you’re connected. Like I said when we first got together I promised to keep you out of it. It’s a hard job.”

This still doesn’t make any sense.

“So you don’t love me anymore because of him?”

Ez deeply frowned at you, “I don’t think I ever said that. I got the call I needed to confirm what he was plotting…that didn’t work out in his favor either. So…”

“You’re gonna murder me too now in broad daylight because of Paul’s shit?”

You attempted to run to the left, Ez following you with a menacing smile, a gun with a silencer on it was now tucked underneath your chin. The man hated doing this but you couldn’t tell as he caressed your face with a bloody glove which evoked a shudder from you.

“No,” Ez slowly said as he glanced around, pulling the gun away, not revealing a thing about his motives, “This is hurting me a lot more than it’s gonna hurt you, believe me, my love.”

A snarl was written on your lips leaving Ez to take the opportunity and lift the butt of the gun and jam it against your eye. The action knocked you forward, Ez swiftly catching you as he eased you into the backseat of the car with Coco coaching Hope to drive.

One things for sure—as your head rested in the lap of a man you thought could be the love of your life—if you got a preview to what this day would bring?

You would have stayed your ass inside.

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Trust Me I Know - EZ Reyes x Reader

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It’s late or early, depending how you look at it. The bar has been closed for a little while and you’re in the midst of the clean down. You’d been short tonight, one of your regular bartenders had called in with food poisoning.

EZ had been having a beer when the call came through and offered to lend a hand. He tended bar back at the clubhouse and had no problem stepping behind yours. He was a practised hand, the two of you worked well together, never getting in each other’s way. He was bigger than you, needed more room to move. Every time he brushed past you, you felt that familiar heat rolling off his skin. When his warm palm came to rest on your hip, you felt it searing through the fabric, you wondered what it would be like to feel his hands on your bare skin, fingertips trailing underneath your clothes.

“Can I ask you something?” EZ says as picks up the last round of glasses from one of the tables and puts them in the rack for the dishwasher. He’d stuck round to help you clean up. It was a relief to be honest. You were dead on your feet, the exhaustion creeping into your bones as you restocked the beers in the fridge.

EZ could see it a mile away, he was attuned to you, your moods, your nuances. You were limping slightly; it was barely detectable, but it was there. An old injury he thought, he’d noticed it a couple of times at the end of a long night.

“Anything.” You responded to his question, straightening up to give him your attention.

“The bar.” He said gesturing at the space around him. “That always been your thing?”

“My father’s.” You told him, breaking up the cardboard box that had held the beer before shoving it into the recycling bin. “My grandfather’s before that.”

“So, it’s in the family.” He summarised.

“I actually used to be a dancer." You tell him, and he gives you a look of surprise. "A scholarship in UCLA, studying contemporary dance, afterwards I ended up with a dance company in LA.”

“Contemporary dance?” he inquired.

“My focus was contemporary ballet, it’s a blend of classic ballet and modern dance.” You explained. “It gave me more freedom in expression, I found classical too rigid.”

There was a wistfulness when you spoke, happiness and sadness. He could tell that you enjoyed it, that dancing was a passion for you, a way of life. It’s in the way you move, there was an elegance there, a grace in your step. Even behind the bar you shifted with fluidity, with a bounce in your step. It’s like you had your own rhythm, a song he can’t hear.

“What happened?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he slipped onto a barstool alongside of you. Your knees bump together, and he notices when you don’t pull away.

“Car accident.” You tell him, your hand running over your right thigh thorough the fabric of your jeans. You can still feel the scars on either side of your thigh from the pins they’d put in and then the abscess they had had to pack. “Broke my femur, lost more than an inch.”

“Your hip.” He said suddenly, patting his pelvis on his right side. “I noticed that you suffer with it sometimes.”

“It’s the discrepancy.” You tell him. “It’s why I can’t dance anymore. The footwork in contemporary dance is intense, fast moving. I couldn’t keep up with it, so I ended up back here, running the family bar and paying off my father’s debts.”

“That can’t have been easy.”

He knows a thing or two about having your life upended, about heading in one direction, visualising a future before having it snatched away from you. His hand comes to rest on yours, his thumb tracing over the curve of your wrist.

“No, it wasn’t.” You told him with a sigh. “It was such a big part of my life, the only time I felt like myself was when I was dancing. It didn’t matter if I was having a shitty day, or if the money was tight… All of that stuff it just seemed to slip away you know? It was just me and the movement.”

He thinks he understands on some level, it’s the same way for him when he reads books. He loses himself to the literature, delves into other people’s stories. It saved his life in prison; he thinks it’s saved his life since.

“When was the last time you danced?” he asked you quietly.

You shook your head.

“I don’t even remember.”

“Ok.” He said, slipping from his bar stool and digging in his pocket for a couple of coins before inserting them into the jukebox. He scrolled through the song list before selecting one. He turned to you, holding out his hand with that smile on his face.

“Dance with me.” He requested.

“You’re serious?” You asked him, placing your hand in his.

“Yea,” he said drawing you off the stool. “You can’t be any worse than me.”

EZ’s gentle with his touches, his free hand coming to rest upon your hip as you press closer to his body. You can feel the heat rolling off his skin. He runs hot, he always has, and it sends prickles of anticipation through you as he sways in time with the music. You close your eyes as he presses his cheek to yours, the rough stubble caressing your skin as the two of you move to the rhythm. You can hear the pulse of the song in your ears, the notes igniting something inside of you, something you’ve not felt in a long time. It’s exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time, because you thought you’d lost this, the ability hear the music, the sensation of it coursing through your body. For the first time in an age you feel like you’re alive again, that the missing piece of yourself has slotted back into place.

EZ must sense the change before his eyes meet yours. They’re dark, a rich mahogany with flecks of gold around the iris, you’ve never noticed that before, never allowed yourself to. Despite how you feel about him, you’ve always tried to maintain a distance but those barriers of yours, they’re falling away. In that moment you let him see everything.

His breath hitches and he leans in close, he smells like oakmoss and bergamot, earthy and rich. It’s intoxicating, you can feel the beat of his heart against your chest before he lowers his head, his lips sweeping over yours. It’s heated and tender, the softest brush of his mouth and you’re hooked. Warmth floods through your body and you can feel yourself falling as he cradles you close, holding you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world to him.

When he breaks away, he presses his forehead to yours and for a moment you can’t speak because all you can feel is this wealth of emotion in your chest.

“I know.” He whispers, his thumb ghosting over your cheek. “Trust me, I know.”

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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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“ how long are you gonna sit there? “ “ all night, if that's what it takes. “

“ how long are you gonna sit there? “

“ all night, if that's what it takes. “

Ezekiel Reyes was one stubborn man. It’d been two hours since he had arrived and planted himself outside your house in hopes of giving you an explanation. But you didn’t want one. You’d seen Emily leaving his trailer after he’d reassured you countless times that she was nothing more than a memory.

“How long are you gonna sit there?” You questioned, one hand gripping the coffee cup and the other holding your curtain. You watched him through the window, eyeing the key set beside him. Whether it was out of respect or possible fear, Ez hadn’t used the key to enter the house. He wanted you to grant him access inside.

“All night, if that's what it takes.” He responded, turning his head to look at you. “I just wanna talk, (Y/N).”

“I don’t like excuses, Ezekiel.”

“I just..” Pursing his lips, he pushed himself off the porch step and picked up the key. Stuffing it into his pocket, he approached the window and sighed.

“I swear, nothing happened with Emily. She just wanted to-”

“To use you again. That woman is gonna get you killed, Ez, and I don’t want to be there when it happens. You keep letting her back into your life when all she’s done since you’ve been out is use you, whether it’s to benefit you or her husband. And like the dumbass that you are, you let her back in.” You set your coffee cup on the windowsill and crossed your arms. Ez lowered his head and remained silent.

“I don’t give a shit when people are friends with their exes. But Emily? Emily is the type of ex who will continue disrupting your life to help herself. You know why she does it? Cause you let her, Ez.” He lifted his head to look back at you, frown on his face. His shoulders slowly lowered and he allowed defeat to take over. He knew it was true.

“I love you, (Y/N). I don’t want to lose you cause of a mistake.” Resting his head against the window, he sighed softly.

“You’re the only normal thing in my life and.. the only thing keeping me grounded in this fucked up world.” He muttered.

“Just one more chance. I’ll make things right.”

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Redemption Ch. 6

Redemption Ch. 5

“Hi Felipe” You greet as you enter his butcher shop

“Hola Y/N” “I brought you tres leches cake” “Thank you mija!” You watch as he returns to wiping down his counter “So how you been?” “Good!” You look around “do you need help? I can sweep” “Sure the broom is there” He wasn’t going to turn down a chance to close up faster “How’s business?” if anyone knew how hard it was to have a successful business in Santo Padre it would be him

You sigh “it’s going most of my income comes from special orders” “Well if it gets too hard, don’t be afraid to take a break sometimes it's needed” “Thanks Felipe” “Pop where’s my...” EZ walks in front from back of the building “oh Hey Y/N” “Where’s what EZ?” “Hi EZ” you greet throwing the items from the dustpan into the trash can “My helmet, it’s not where I usually put it ” “I put it in my office, hanging on the back of the door ” EZ nodded and went back to retrieve his helmet. “Well I’m gonna get going, I have an early morning tomorrow. Let me know how you like the cake, I’m trying a new recipe” “Will do Y/N, have a good night” “Buenas Noches Felipe”

When EZ walked returned to the front he looked around for you “She left” Felipe commented knowing what he was looking for He lowered the helmet in his hand “Oh okay” Felipe stopped wiping the counter “What is it?” “Nothing Pop, she just left that quickly?” Felipe sat down and looked at EZ “EZ do you like the girl?” EZ tried to hide his blush “What makes you ask that?” “Because you have a sly smile every time you talk about her which isn’t much but the smile is still there” EZ smiles “Then I guess I do a little” “Well what’s the hold up? Are you waiting for another man to get to her?” EZ scratched the back of his neck “It’s not easy Pop” “Nothing in life is Ezekiel come on son! Pull yourself out of this!” EZ nodded “right right, I’ll be back” EZ rushed out the door and looked both ways before he saw you walking down the street towards your store

“Y/N!” He calls to you jogging towards you. “Y/N!” he yells a little louder His voice sounds distant until he gets closer causing you to turn around “Hey EZ” “Hey” he says gasping for air “Need something?” “Yea actually...” You interject before he finishes “Okay cake order?” He smiles at you “No something else” “Okay?” you look at him confused as to what else would he need “Are you off this weekend?” You hold a questioning look on your face “No next weekend is my weekend off” He nods, scratching the back of his neck “So I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me next Saturday?” You smile “Oh sure!” “Sure? “Yea!” there’s a brief moment of silence between you two “This is like a date?” you ask your voice becoming more faint with each word He nods at you “yes like a date” You smile at him “I would like that” “Okay I’ll come get you around 8?” “Sounds good!” EZ smiles “have a goodnight Y/N” “Good night EZ” You keep this information to yourself. Following the advice your therapist gave you about only involving others if you felt like you were in an abusive situation. You can’t wait for next Saturday night to approach you have picked out an outfit and planned to flatten your curls for the date.

“Pop you okay?!” EZ asked as he rushed into his dad’s butchery Felipe was sitting down rubbing his hands “Yes son” “What happened?” EZ asked looking around to make sure everything really was okay “I heard some guys went around destroying property, luckily didn’t get to us got arrested as soon as they hit our street” EZ relaxed Felipe slapped his hand on the table “Fucking bastards, people work hard in this town to make ends meet and they just come destroying our things” EZ rubbed his father’s shoulder “It’s okay Pop, just try to relax” Felipe rubbed his temple “I heard the street Y/N’s shop is in got hit bad” “Shit I’m gonna go check on her, okay?” Felipe nodded, waving him off. EZ quickly got on his bike and made his way towards your store. Pop wasn’t lying there was glass all over the street

You hear the doorbell jingle “Oh I’m closed right now, sorry for the incon...” You stop when you see EZ standing there “Y/N” he calls to you, taking in the damage. Your glass displays were broken and the floor is littered with a mixture of glass and pastries “OH! EZ!” You quickly wipe away your tears “You okay?” You sniff “Yea just cleaning up” you motion to the mess around “Here let me help you” EZ says grabbing the broom from you “No it's okay” you try to grab it back EZ looks down at his hand feeling a wet sensation only to see blood “You’re bleeding?” He looks down at your hand that was wrapped, it just registered to him then that you were hurt “Oh it’s nothing” you say putting it behind your back EZ drops the broom “Let me see” “It’s no big deal really EZ” He keeps his hands open and you give in placing your shaking left hand in his “This is a lot of blood Y/N” he states taking in the blood soaked towel. “I’m okay” He looks up at you “What happened?” “I don’t know I was pushed and then this happened”

EZ looks around again “where’s a sink?” “Oh there's a bathrooms towards the back” He doesn’t say anything to you just carefully guiding you with his right hand on your back pushing you towards the bathroom “Got a first aid kit?” he asks as you both stand in the bathroom “Uh yea in the kitchen against the wall it’s the Red box. The white box is for burns you’ll see it as soon as you walk in” EZ nods and returns quickly “Let me put on some gloves” you nod and step back slowly he unravels the towel, he finds a deep concave cut accompanied by shallow cuts along the sides is revealed. “This looks pretty bad Y/N I think you need to go to the hospital” “I was planning on it after I cleaned up” you shrug “I think you should go and get it looked at, don't worry about your shop, I’ll help you clean up.” “I guess you’re right” you respond looking at the wound. It wasn’t going to stop bleeding anytime soon. It seemed like a vein was cut in the process or the cut was just too deep. EZ wraps the gauze around your hand and grabs a clean towel. “Thanks, I’ll put pressure on it” “Where are your keys?” he asks “Oh in book bag under the counter”

He grabs your things and ushers you out the door and into your car. You smile when you watch him readjust the driver seat moving it all the way to the back. “Sorry short” “Can’t apologize for what God Blessed you with carino” The ride to the hospital is short due to EZ speeding all the way over there. Because you worked there, you were prioritized, there weren’t any urgent emergencies so you didn’t feel bad for jumping the line. “Okay let’s see” Dr. Johnson says as he unwraps your hand “oooh that looks bad” You sigh “I know” “What happened?” “Uh some guys came into the store broke the display glasses and pushed me I fell on glass” He examines “Oooh looks painful let me get you some lidocaine before we start cleaning you up.” “Thanks Johnson” “They pushed you?” EZ asks finally realizing someone put their hands on you “Yea I was telling them to leave and one of them pushed me” you explain He clenched his jaw

Dr. Johnson quickly returned and got to work on your wound. EZ watched closely, smiling at you when you looked up at him. “Well all done, doesn’t look like any veins were cut, that's good. The stitches will dissolve after 4 days try moving your hand wiggle your fingers you don’t want your hand to become stiff” “Thanks Johnson” “Yea no problem if it still bothers you by next weekend let me know we can have you less urgent cases.” “Thanks again.” you smile at him “Yea no problem Y/L/N” EZ and you return to your store and you watch as he finishes cleaning up for you. There wasn’t much left, just one last round of sweeping and mopping. “Thanks EZ” you say as he locks up for you “Don’t mention it, let's get you home. Follow me okay?” You do so as he basically guides you back to your house frequently looking back at you making sure you were still there. When you arrive EZ stands back as you open the door and flick the light on. When you look back at him and notice his hands tucked into his pockets. “You can come in if you want” you offer and he nods and walks past you. “This is me” you say, placing your keys on the console. EZ smiles in return taking in your home “Do you want something to drink?” you offer “You got water?” You nod “Yes”

You quickly retrieve the water and sit next to EZ “Thanks” “Welcome” you sit next to him “Sorry about this weekend didn’t go as planned” “It’s okay EZ it’s not your fault” “How’s your hand feeling?” he asks rubbing your wrist You give him a sympathetic smile “It’s okay throbbing now” You don’t know why but you start to cry “Hey, hey, hey” EZ quickly shrugs off his kutte and pulls you close wrapping his arms around “sshhh carino, what’s wrong?” “I’m just upset” “You want me to take care of it?” he offers and you knew he could take care of it You giggle and shake your head no “Just want me to hold you” You nod snuggling further into his chest. Nothing else is said between you two until he gets ready to leave “Good night let me know you got to the clubhouse safe” You tell EZ as he gets on his bike your door putting on his helmet “I will carino if you need anything call me I don’t care if its the middle of the night” “Okay” He smiles “Goodnight carino” “Goodnight EZ”

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Shadow of a Broken Heart - EZ Reyes x Reader

Summary: Losing someone you love exposes the darkest side of what your friend is capable of. A broken heart opens a path for a twisted mind.

Word count: 1,4k+

Pairing: Platonic! Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes x Female! Reader; mentioned! Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS for Mayans MC season 5, mayans mc typical warnings, pure angst

A/n: Another angsty piece for EZ because I’m never forgiving him for what he did to Neron. Enjoy the heartbreak and please reblog if you liked it!

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A tense and heated silence fills the vehicle, your breathing deep and steady as you stare at the trailer ahead. Your knuckles are tight and white, your grip on the gun firm. With each breath, the weight of your grief and your need for vengeance grows, fueling your resolve.

You won’t let your loved one’s death go unpunished; EZ is going to pay the ultimate price for taking away his life. He’s going to die at the hands of his own friend, feeling betrayed just like Neron did. There was no way you’d let him go out easily after what he’s done.

As you let out a deep breath, your grip on the gun tightens even more. Your eyes are locked on your target’s home. Your mind is a vortex of emotions and thoughts—the sound of your heartbeat is deafening.

The tension is palpable as you wait, steeling yourself for the moment ahead. You are ready. You are prepared to carry out your vengeance, hoping for the sweet release of the overwhelming weight of your grief and anger that have been crushing you for the past few weeks.

You make sure the safety is on before you stick the gun beneath the waistband of your jeans. While it is still concealed, you can feel it pressed against your spine, the cold, metallic sensation of the firearm sending a chill down your spine.

Your heart is still pounding, your body tensing at every tiny sound, each muscle coiled and ready to strike. But your mind is calm and focused, determined to do what you came here for.

You jump out of the car, and your boots hit the dry earth below with a dull thud. The cool night air is a slight relief from your hot, boiling emotions. You straighten up as you leave the door open, afraid of making too much noise.

You reach the trailer, hesitating for a moment as your raised fist hovers over the plastic surface of the door. You stop your racing mind and bring your hand down, knocking gently.

The knock, even so quiet, reverberates throughout the night on the quiet street as you stand motionless, waiting to see if anyone will open the door—if your thirst for EZ’s blood will be satisfied.

You all but exhale when you hear the creaking of the floor inside. The steps get closer and closer then finally, Ezekiel Reyes inches the door open, peeking through the small gap.

You play the game and drop your shoulders with a defeated shrug. The bags under your eyes and the sadness of your frown are convincing enough for EZ to open the door fully. You force your eyes to tear up just like you did when you were a kid and your mom didn’t want to buy you ice cream. It looks real—believable.

The man you once considered a brother steps aside to let you in. He closes the plastic door as you look around the trailer. You knew beforehand Sofie had received an emergency call from her coworker asking for her assistance on the night shift. You were glad you bumped into Bottles, and he let the information slip.

You sit on the bed and put your head in your hands—elbows digging into the flesh of your thighs as you fake a sniffle. “I miss him so much, EZ. I don’t think I can go on much longer,” you mumble out, your voice breaking slightly.

You are amazed at just how good you’re at this because the dark-eyed man squats in front of you without a second thought. He places his large hands on your knees as he tries to look you in the eyes. You want to dig his eyes out and leave them hanging out of the sockets just by the nerves.

“I know it’s painful,” he says softly, and you let him guide your arms down. His skin touching yours makes you want to spit in his face.

“I’m like a fucking shadow without him. A shadow of a broken heart.” You clench your eyes shut as you let the tears spill down your cheeks, the black mascara leaving traces on your skin. “I’m nothing without him. I don’t know who I am or what I am supposed to do,” you sob, the words sound almost choked out. You’re telling the truth this time; you don’t even have to force it—the words spilling out of your mouth, the pain behind them, honest.

He hushes you, bringing your hands to his lips so he can kiss your knuckles in hopes of soothing you. You look into his eyes, searching for some glimmer of understanding, some shred of reason behind the betrayal. You’re desperate to find a tiny piece of remorse or guilt in them. But you know eyes can only say so much. His dark irises give away nothing, his gaze cold and indifferent—devoid of the warmth and patience he pretends to hold for you, lacking the Reyes’ love you had once come to know.

Your heart sinks, and you suddenly understand the truth. Your “friend” is no longer the person you once knew and trusted. He’s not the sweet prospect that always listened to your ramblings when you visited the clubhouse. He’s not the man that spent days with you just because Neron was sent on a long mission and you were drowning in worry.

You don’t know this man who kneels before you now and pretends to be your friend. He became a completely different person, someone that you can no longer trust or rely on. It is a devastating reality, and the pain of betrayal cuts even deeper into your heart—it claws at it and leaves marks that’ll never heal.

You know he doesn’t even slightly feel threatened by your presence. If he had reservations when he opened the door, they evaporated just as quick as you stepped foot into the trailer. You were just a woman, a creature smaller and weaker than a man like him. There was nothing about you that screamed danger. He allowed himself to drop his guard down—a mistake he’ll pay for.

“Don’t give up. One day you’ll wake up, and it won’t hurt anymore. You’re gonna get through it.” As your name leaves his lips after his empty promise—you almost shudder. He stands up and kisses the crown of your head—the nausea his touch draws out of you keeps growing. “Do you want to stay at the clubhouse tonight? I can keep you company. Maybe we can finish a bottle of tequila like in the good old days,” he offers.

You want to believe he’s genuine so badly. You want Neron back. You want your friend—the good version of Ezekiel Reyes—back. But deep down, you know you already made peace with the fact that it’ll never happen, that it’s time to say goodbye to both of them before they’ll drag you down with them.

You agree with a simple nod of your head and let EZ pull you to your feet and out of the trailer. He walks ahead, spinning the keys to the clubhouse in his fingers as he whistles a tune under his nose. You follow him, heart palpitating. You have to do it now, or you’ll lose your bravery.

Ezekiel looks back at you when you reach the door to the clubhouse, his eyes studying you. For a second, a fear pops into your head that maybe he’s well aware of the plan you made up in your head, and he’s just toying with you, but it disappears instantly when the man turns away and jabs the key into the keyhole.

You don’t wait. You pull the gun out of your waistband and stand behind him, raising it to his head. Your fingers pop the safety off, and you watch as EZ freezes, his shoulders tensing.

“You were like a family to me,” you mumble out, feeling the tears gathering in your eyes. You know if you give him a few more minutes, the shock will wear off, and he’ll overpower you in an instant, slapping the gun straight out of your hands. “I hope Neron doesn’t give you a second of peace down there, you lying piece of rat shit.”

Your fingers are steady as you pull the trigger. The shot reverberates through the night as the blood and brain tissue splatter on your face. The man in front of you takes his last breath as he falls face-first onto the wooden floor with a loud thud. You kick him in the ass for good measure before you turn away and jump down the steps, leaving him on the doorstep of his beloved club. When his brothers find his body the next morning, you’ll be long gone, somewhere far away from Santo Padre.

You don’t feel the sweet relief you hoped for.

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