#mayans mc x kid reader

[myckicade]

That horrifying - but hysterical - moment when you realize you're writing for too many fandoms at once.

Long story short, Bishop just found his way onto the Revenge, and almost had a half-drunk relationship chat with Ed.

Awkward.

I really need to start closing tabs.

#I can't believe I did that #I mean I can but #This is what insomnia does kids #Mayans MC #Mayans M.C. #Bishop Losa #Bishop x Reader #OFMD #Our Flag Means Death

[ficnation]

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.

#ez reyes x you #ez reyes #ezekiel ez reyes x reader #ezekiel reyes x reader #ez reyes x reader #mayans m.c. #mayansmc #mayans #mayans mc x you #mayans mc x reader #neron creeper vargas #ezekiel reyes

[narcolini]

kiss and tell

angel reyes x gn!olvidado reader, 2369 words

for day 25 of whumpril: ‘we’re being watched’

a/n: this is in a world where adelita and angel never had a thing, because why not, AND who doesn’t love a fake date trope! muah (also love u élise, mi jefa)

tagging: @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas​

You shouldn’t be here. You really shouldn’t be here. Of all your dubious moral mistakes, this might just be the worst one, right? Going behind Adelita’s back, to talk to a Mayan, of all people, who’s working with Galindo? Yeah, you’ve fucked it. You’ve really missed the mark with this one.

He isn’t even a close friend, really. A friend of a friend of a friend. Someone you bickered with in high school, an Angel totally undeserving of the name. Payaso copied your answers in more exams than you can count, and now he’s after them again, begging you for info you know you shouldn’t give. Well, you assume so. The text he’d sent hadn’t been specific, but what else could he want? 

You haven’t spoken to him in years, but, fuck, you’re here, aren’t you? You agreed to his suggestion and let him pick the meeting place. You’re walking toward him now, like you couldn’t be any fucking happier to ruin your shit, any more willing to disrupt what Los Olvidados have been organising for months. God, if anyone knew about this. If Adelita knew about this.

It isn’t worth imagining. Besides, you might not tell him anything at all, right? He might ask you for something you know nothing about. There’s still a chance of that, still time for fate to stand by your side.

Angel’s leaning against the tree closest to the park’s entrance, one tall beanpole in the sea of kids and moms pushing empty prams. He doesn’t blend in by any means. He didn’t even bother to take his kutte off.

‘Hey.’ He nods as you approach, only clocking you once you’re within talking distance anyway.

‘You wanna be any more obvious, man?’ you snap over him, looking past him, then over your shoulder. ‘May as well have brought the rest of your stupid club with you.’

‘Wow, relax.’ He looks like he wants to laugh. ‘Is it that serious? S’not like you got rules against socialising and shit.’

He’s wrong, of course, because that’s exactly what you do have. Especially when it comes to socialising with Galindo affiliated groups. ‘Can we move, please?’ you ask, ignoring the remark. ‘Away from the fucking Mom’s club.’

Then he does laugh, face crumpling like you’re certifiably insane, but he does stand straight from the tree he’s on. ‘You wanna walk?’

‘Sure.’ That’s better than this, at least. You watch him shove his hands into his pocket, before gesturing with his elbow for you to lead the way. Which you do, begrudgingly, traipsing further into the park with him beside you.

‘I can’t talk for long,’ you tell him, flicking him a look. Then it’s back behind you, over your shoulder, and to the right over the grass.

‘Damn,’ he’s watching you scan the surroundings, ‘you’re way less fun than you used to be.’

‘I didn't realise we ever had fun, Angel.’

He scoffs. ‘Really? Thought we were cool.’ He throws you a smile. ‘Homies.’

‘You stuck gum to my backpack and cheated off me relentlessly,’ you answer, not bitter, but bored instead. ‘Might’ve been fun for you, but.’

‘Okay,’ he laughs, ‘so I was a shitty kid. You really gonna hold that against me?’

‘I’m here, aren’t I?’ You pass a woman jogging, flashing her a smile just to see if she’ll return it—she does. ‘Would’ve blocked your number if I was holding it against you.’

He sucks a breath in, like he’s scratched his knee or some shit, wincing with it. ‘The fuck are they feeding you at those camps? Los Olvidados got a rule about being friendly now?’

‘Yeah,’ you nod, and you hate that you’re almost laughing with it, ‘that’s actually the whole thing, dumbass. We’re not trying to make friends.’

So why are you here then? Walking through a park, birds chirping like a fucking Disney movie, with Angel of all people. You were supposed to be making this quick. You shove your hands in your pockets like he has, pulling your hoody closed over your torso. No more chitchat.

‘So,’ you say, ‘can we get to the part where you beg me for information?’

You aren’t looking at him still, but flitting around again. There’s a dude on the bench you’re walking by, reading the newspaper. He doesn’t pay any attention to either of you. Doesn’t look up as Angel’s boot throws a stone in his direction.

‘Information? Nah.’ Angel shakes his head, the movement catching in your periphery. ‘You think that’s what I’m here for?’

You shrug. ‘Well, yeah. What else would you want?’

You’re on opposite sides, really. Hired hands or not, the Mayans are working for the man you and the rest of the group have fucked over, multiple times now. All you can offer him is information he shouldn’t have. Not that you will, of course, not that you will. But you at least want to hear what he’s dumb enough to ask for.

He’s slowed to a stop, for some reason. His brows are pinched together as he looks at you. ‘Y’know, I almost feel like saying fuck it and leaving you here.’

You turn, in front of him now, and shrug again. ‘What d’you mean?’

‘I’m here to help your ass not, fucking, beg you for information.’ He looks offended, actually. Genuinely offended. ‘I mean, come on, you really think I’m that stupid?’

Maybe, but you aren’t about to admit that to him. ‘Sorry,’ you stumble, ‘I don’t know. Guess I figured you had some allegiance to the dude paying you.’

He snorts. ‘Yeah, that’s not how this shit works.’

‘Okay,’ you prompt, ‘then what is it? Why am I here?’

For the first time, he chances a look behind like he does actually care, like he’s as nervous about this as you are. Well, almost. ‘Thought you guys might want to know Galindo’s planning to go ahead with another shipment,’ he says.

‘Oh.’ Your brows go up. ‘Damn. Fuck, that’s useful.’

‘Yeah,’ his voice goes thick with sarcasm, ‘I figured.’

Your gaze slips past him, looking for the man with the newspaper again. Only, he’s not there now, and has been replaced by another man, sitting with his arm over the back of the bench. He’s slouching, knees wide. Dressed in nothing but jeans and a garish shirt—which is weird, because it’s a cloudy day. Cold enough that you and Angel are both wearing two layers at least.

‘But why?’ You flick back to Angel. ‘Like, why help us?’

There’s something familiar about the man, about his very fucking familiar face. You can’t shake it. You can’t even focus on what Angel’s given you, the opportunity of another shipment to disrupt.

Angel sighs, oblivious to the mental file-o-fax you’re pawing through. ‘I know you think I’m a dick,’ he says, ‘but I do actually, y’know, care. About this shit.’ He gestures between the two of you. ‘The rebel shit, I’m with it.’ He pauses, you still aren’t paying attention. ‘And I fucking hate Galindo,’ he adds, souring. ‘Uptight fuck.’

You look back to the bench. He’s scanning the park now, in a very non-casual, casual way. Like you were—like you are. He skims past you quickly, pretending he hasn’t just made fleeting eye contact with you, and then it clicks. Finally. Fuck. It’s not just some dude, it’s Tiago, one of the many meatheads in Galindo’s cartel. You’ve seen his face a million times, in black and white, pinned to the boards at camp. You recognise it now, because it’s obvious. Scar through his eyebrow, thick moustache, ugly fucking shirts.

He isn’t relaxing in the park, enjoying the breeze, he’s waiting for you, watching. He’s holding out on you spilling secrets you shouldn’t—or maybe it’s not that at all. Maybe he’s watching Angel instead, keeping track of Galindo’s assets. They’re trying to avoid another incident like the last, looking for the leak in the in the seal, the rat amongst the dogs. And Angel’s clueless to it, standing and waiting for your reply. His face clear as day for Tiago to watch.

‘Kiss me,’ you say, blurting it as quickly as you can.

‘Wha—why?’ Angel frowns, lips pulling down at the corners. ‘Kiss you?’

‘We’re being watched.’ You step forward. ‘Kiss me.’

He’s taking too long to process it. You can feel Tiago staring now, attempting to read your lips. The longer Angel stands there looking lost, the longer Tiago has to profile you, to paint you as a notable figure. To pin blame to the badges on Angel’s kutte.

You pull him in by the back of his neck, before any more damage can be done. Hide his face with your own, make this look like a date, a walk in the park between one Mayan and his crush. He doesn’t kiss you back, of course, it’s stationary lips against stationary lips. Is it convincing? You’ve no idea. You can’t pull back to check yet, not without making it look suspicious and desperately false.

He says your name, or tries to, against your mouth. When you don’t break away to let him say it properly, there’s a moment of pause, just a breath, and then he’s kissing you like he means it. His hands come up to your waist, his lips part. You turn, pulling him with you, until you’re angled away from Tiago, Angel’s back a firm wall in his vision. He’s either cottoned on, at last, and is trying to make this look like a real thing to avoid suspicion, or his testosterone has kicked in and accepted a kiss for a kiss. His body reacting the way it normally would.

For a second you enjoy it. But that’s beside the point.

‘Okay,’ you pull back, hands to his chest, and look over his shoulder, ‘I think that…’

Tiago’s turned away again, scrubbing a hand over his moustache and looking as awkward as anyone would after watching two people kiss.

‘The fuck was that about?’ Angel asks, out of breath but unable to shift the smugness from his face. ‘Who’s watching us?’

‘Fucking Galindo,’ you mutter, ignoring the slight thrum in your chest.

‘He’s here?’ He attempts to look behind, but you catch him before he can, hand to his cheek.

‘Don’t fucking do that.’ You drop it again, fidgeting back behind the shape of him. ‘You can’t look, but it’s Tiago.’

His brows flex together; he’s wondering how you know who he is, how you’re using the guy’s first name like you’re familiar, but now isn’t the time to go into it. Really, you know more about Galindo’s crew than he ever will. There’s no cap on information for you, it’s find out all you can, everything you can. For him, it’s only what Galindo allows them to know. The bare minimum to get them to do what he needs.

‘He probably thinks you’re the rat,’ you say, continuing when he laughs, an I am the rat, expression on his face. ‘It’s better he thinks this is a date. For you, I mean.’

The smirk isn’t shifting. He’s staring down at you like you’ve actually asked him out. ‘So you’re helping me now?’ he says. ‘Saving my ass from Galindo?’

‘Yes,’ you snap, ‘and the desire to keep doing it is running thin.’

‘Alright, God.’ Still smiling. He’s still smiling. ‘Tell me what to do then, Olvidado.’

You have half the mind to leave, abandon him like that kiss was the farewell, and let Tiago track him alone. Follow his stupid bike around town until he finds some other way to incriminate him. But you need him, actually. You genuinely fucking need him and what he has to say. Another shipment would give you another chance to dent Galindo’s organisation, to strip more money, and more power, from him, in the most frustrating way possible. It’s an opportunity too good to miss.

‘You see that café ?’ you ask, knowing it’s in his eye-line, over your head. ‘We’re gonna go there, like we’re on a nice fucking date, and you’re gonna tell me what you came to tell me.’

‘Alright.’

‘So,’ you gesture toward him, ‘make it look like you actually like me, or something.’

He rolls his eyes, head tilting with it, and you almost reach to snap it back down again, but then he gets it together. He takes your hand, the right one, bringing it up as he steps around to lay the same arm over your shoulder. It’s more than he needed to do, putting you by his side, with your joined hands sitting against your collarbone, but you can hardly complain about it now. Tiago could be watching still—you look, eyes over Angel’s forearm—he is still watching. Leaning forward on his knees now, like he’s deciding whether to follow or not.

‘You’re gonna have to be careful,’ you say, facing front again. ‘They clearly suspect you.’

He shakes his head. ‘Flaco’s paranoid, probably thinks all of us are out here spilling his secrets.’

‘Fine, be like that. But it’ll get you fucking killed, Angel.’

‘Says the rebel trying to take him down.’

He has you there, but the difference is Galindo, Tiago, doesn’t know you yet. Doesn’t even realise that you’re anyone worth knowing. Thankfully, hopefully, your quick thinking has planted ‘love interest’ across your face, and ‘dead end’ over Angel’s. There’s nothing innately suspicious about two people going for coffee, no matter how Tiago swings it.

‘Let’s just get this over with,’ you tell him, increasing your speed and pulling Angel along with you. ‘Before one of us ends up in the gutter.’

Angel laughs, nodding.

‘What?’

‘Nothing,’ he shrugs over you, ‘just that this is the weirdest fucking date of my life.’

‘It’s not a date.’

‘Fake date,’ he corrects. ‘Weirdest fake date of my life.’

‘And last one, too,’ you add, because if he ever texts you to meet up again, you’ll be leaving him on read. Information or not, it isn’t worth the hassle, he isn’t worth the hassle. You’d rather struggle to gather information for yourself, than go down with the Angel Reyes, traitor to Galindo, disaster of a ship.

#angel reyes x you #angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes x reader #whumpril2023 #mayans mc fanfic #<3<3<3<3

[cloveroctobers]

SAFE & SOUND — ARMAN MORALES X READER X ANGEL REYES: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: it’s going to be tough getting through the cleaning lady this season but it’s always the work that lives on that continues to inspires us. Just from the premiere also sparked this little thing + I also assumed I’d stop writing for Angel once Mayans MC ended but after a name drop in TCL here I am lol! That angel was handsome too IJS. Bet you thought you could get rid of me huh!? Hope y’all enjoy my first spring prompt of the year!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using:  “Spring is so boring there aren’t any good holidays.” “Have you forgotten Easter, St patty’s day, Mother’s Day, April fools-” “I get it, I get it!”

FIRST GIF WAS FOUND THROUGH PINTEREST SO IT BELONGS TO IT’s RIGHTFUL OWNER + THE SECOND BELONGS TO: @dailymayans !

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The Vegas heat was doing what it does best, roasting down on you despite residing in a mountain area. You’re used to it, being from this state and living here all these years; although it was the fresh start of April, the eighty degree heat demanded to be felt. You’re out on the balcony, leaning over it, one arm exposed to the sun while the other went to work fanning yourself with your silk handheld folding fan staring out into the view.

Your bathing suit is somewhat dry still clinging to you although you, Angel, and Mavy got out of the community pool (over a half hour ago) as soon as it started to get over crowded with your fellow neighbors. Your body was slouched over the balcony, mindlessly fanning yourself as you sank into your boredom.

Angel chuckled at you from behind, leaving the balcony door open just a crack behind him with a beer in one hand. He briefly touched your lower back in greeting before moving to dramatically copy your movements but instead with the back of his hand resting on his forehead. “What you doin’ out here querida?”

“Oh you know, just losing my mind. Nothing too serious.” You replied while Angel snorted at you.

He sips at his cold beer before saying, “I asked you if you wanted go cruising this weekend and maybe end up in the city for a night but you weren’t feeling it. So…I’m guessing you didn’t enjoy your time at the pool?”

“With my two favorite boys…of course I did.” You weren’t sarcastic this time, “it’s just that I’m imagining spring break to be a real drag.”

Angel furrows his brows, not even knowing when that was coming up but still said, “so what are you saying? You wanna live out your college dreams again, head down to Miami to get wild or something?”

It was your turn to laugh as you tug on his shorts waistband, “Why would I need to relive Miami when I got my hoochie daddy right here?”

“Ah, Fuck outta here,” Angel laughed as he playfully smacked your hand away from him while you winked.

Pressing your temple into your balled up hand you sighed after awhile, “what im getting at is: Spring is so boring there aren’t any good holidays.” 

Angel raised his brows at this, not entirely believing that you found the season to be boring since you just went out the way last weekend to go shopping for spring decor. He was glad he had to work that weekend because he just knew you would have him in those stores for hours like you commonly did, he just felt bad for maverick in the end though.

“…Have you forgotten Easter, St. patty’s day, Mother’s Day, April fools-” he ticks off with his fingers while you roll your eyes.

You interject, “I get it, I get it!”

It’s not like angel cared much about those holidays either…(he wasn’t the best at remembering dates) well maybe the last one he found the most interest in but now he was trying to do something different in life for Maverick and since he met you (who did care for holidays) after the big move here. That sweet baby boy changed the trajectory of the way angel looked at life now and he wanted his kid to experience nothing but greatness and if he could provide that he would. He also liked watching you interact with Maverick and you both seemed to have a good time on Easter, doing kids activities like: painting eggs, going Easter egg hunting, and even getting a picture with a weird looking Easter bunny that now sat on the mantle in the living room.

Angel was even going to church now when he felt up to it and knew his mother would probably be proud of the way he turned his life around. How life was so different from what it could have been. He could be the one in the ground with his family but Angel knew he was meant to be right here, no matter how painful it got to be here.

He reshaped his life and was glad to say that he did it.

“You know, there’s plenty of things we can get into now that Mav’s down for his nap. I can be your source of entertainment.” Angel hints, slipping an arm underneath your cover up and tugging you to him.

You smirk as you meet his dark eyes, fanning yourself with one hand while the other grips his tatted arm. “Is that right?”

“Uh huh,” Angel hums pressing into you as he bites his bottom lip before pecking yours.

It wouldn’t be the first time out here on this balcony but you wouldn’t make it a repeat since it was too hot for all that. And you didn’t need to hear angel’s complaints of his ass being scorched thanks to the material of the balcony! However with the way the both of you ended up, tongues battling, hands roaming and squeezing with Angel’s back against the balcony now, it was becoming difficult trying to get the words out.

His hand’s are full of kneading your backside and he lets you breathe while he’s attacking your neck now, just the way you like it underneath your ear, his facial hair tickling your skin as he does so. Your fan and his beer are both out of your grasps now as you’re scratching at his back, which is just enough indication for Angel to lift you by the waist and up against his hips. He buries his face back to your skin, loving the way you smell as you hold onto him.

Your eyes peek open, breathing still ragged as you hold on but soon your eyes focus out towards the fence that blocks the condo’s from the main highway, spotting a figure who has their attention solely on you. At first you expect it to be some sort of creep watching you be intimate with your boyfriend but a palm goes up into the air before they remove their sunglasses.

Your breathing stops and Angel instantly notices you go still against him. He pulls back to glance at you, “you alright?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly place your legs down and Angel steadies you, still keeping a hand across your hips before he follows your stare. Angel’s eyes are in slits now, craning his neck and he’s on defense mode now, “fuck are you doing here?!”

You slap Angel’s arm to ease him while the man slowly steps closer to the building and both of your eyesight’s.

He says your name in greeting, “…hey, can we talk?”

Angel’s against it once he spots your hesitance but once you move, he’s not far behind you. You’re waiting at the front door, eyes to the right as you await for the man to make his way up the steps. He jogs up the last few steps, quickly making his way over to you while holding his sunglasses.

You’re still holding your breath as you take in his appearance, and it’s still the same man that you had the chance to spend your childhood with. The both of you don’t say anything, just staring and tracing over each others features with your eyes and Angel doesn’t like the feeling that sinks to the bottom of his stomach.

“You’re Armando right? You don’t look like any of the pictures.” Angel breaks the silence from behind you, arms crossed.

Arman flicks his eyes to your boyfriend, he takes in Angel’s appearance for a second before turning back to you, “Please, call me Arman…and Pictures?”

You exhale, “oh…yeah just two. The one from Costa Rica and your personal favorite: The selfie you took with my digital camera, the one you stole to impress that girl in photography class who already had a boyfriend—

“Did she though? I don’t recall.” Arman smirks and you scoff with a roll of your eyes, “but yeah I think I remember that one. It was the week after we finished junior year, Back when you were working at the skeeball section and Alicja Bosko purposely threw the ball at your shoulder to show off to her jackass boyfriend.”

You nodded remembering that huge bruise you received later that night, “Steven Jefferson. He was actually one of the nicest on the basketball team, if not the only one.”

“That’s because he was in love with you.” It was Arman’s turn to roll his brown eyes while you shook your head.

“No he wasn’t,” you crinkled your nose, “he was too far up Alicja’s ass.”

Arman argued, “yeah well maybe he should have been in theater instead of his brother because he wasn’t fooling me.”

You shrugged your shoulders with a small smile at the little walk down memory lane but knew to agree to disagree. It’s not like it wasn’t possible since you and Steven shared a few classes together, worked on a project or two because you sat near or next to each other but it didn’t cross your mind then. And you also weren’t aware that Steven questioned Arman once, after school when you went home early if the two of you were some secret couple. That was just the clean version of what Steven really said, which landed Arman on a three day suspension and Steven missing out on the next two games.

“…but the picture? It had to be of you having Alicja by the throat in the background while I had the most mischievous smile on my face…I can’t believe I forgot how much of a little shit I was.” Arman chuckled to himself while you nodded at him in amusement before he turned back to Angel, “plus it would make sense that I look different as a teen to present day right? Being a grown successful man does that to you, huh?”

He playfully slapped Angel on his shoulder before he squeezed himself by, taking in your home.

‘Now who the fuck did this guy think he is?’ Was exactly what Angel was thinking.

You squeezed Angel’s wrist as he sent you a look before kicking the door shut behind you.

“Feels much better in here and I see you’re doing well for yourself too.” Arman stood in the middle of the home.

Although he resided in the same state as you but at a great distance, Arman was still aware of your professions of once being a PI but now worked for a cybersecurity company as an intelligence analyst. He was proud to see that you were still driven but ultimately knew that wouldn’t change.

Angel muttered, “I bet it does when you’re not dressed like fucken blade in Vegas.”

“What was that?” Arman’s got his hands on his hips, bringing his attention back to the tatted man.

“Angel’s just wondering what you would like to drink.” Smiling hard at your boyfriend, he sucked his teeth with a roll of his head and rushed by you two.

He went around the corner by the dining area to the left where the closed off kitchen was. Once he pulled the fridge open, he missed out on you and Arman reaching out for each other to give each other a squeeze but not long enough to the point it would bring tears.

Arman couldn’t take tears from you, never could.

“Angel’s also wondering what brings you here and why you felt the need to stalk his girlfriend from the bushes.” He inquired, appearing just as you’re motioning for Arman to have a seat on the couch.

Angel slides a Gatorade on the coffee table (this Arman character wasn’t getting any of Angel’s good beer. By the looks of Arman, Angel had a feeling he probably wouldn’t drink it anyway.) and plops down on the sitting chair on Arman’s left.

Arman awkwardly laughs, “right…didn’t mean to intrude on you two…” he sends a knowing smile at you while you shrugged with a flick of your hair, “and I know that probably looked insane so I do apologize for that. I just had to make sure I had the right place.”

You suggest, “Next time maybe a phone call would be better?”

“Can’t exactly trust that lately.” Arman admits which makes Angel sit up, sending you a glance before Angel is pressing his elbows into his knees while Arman continues, “Look…I’m not here to cause any trouble but I had to see you…just in case.”

Angel wasn’t sure what that means but he had a feeling and he didn’t like being out of the loop of what was going on. He left Santo Padre for a reason and he found something special with you…yet someone from your past just shows up out the blue—that you haven’t seen in who knows how long, with a nice cut on his lip, brow, and cheek! and who knows where else! Arman didn’t seem to be walking normally if you asked Angel and this guy was saying things like he was preparing for the worse! In conclusion: sounded like a red flag to Angel.

“Before you expand on that…there’s just a few things that I do need to get off my chest.” Angel interrupts the intense eye contact you were sharing with another man.

Arman blinks over at Angel, “okay…”

“How long has it been since you two last saw each other?”

Arman looks to you again and you round off, “it’s been years, maybe fifteen? but the postcards and little figurines made it seem like less.”

Angel wasn’t aware of any of that but it’s not like you kept your friendship with Arman much of a secret. There wasn’t anything to hide in the first place. You always spoke highly of him and Angel couldn’t really grasp the idea of a man and a woman being just friends if they weren’t family. Yes that was his projection but he’s never seen anything like this that wasn’t romantic.

He rubs at his face in thought while Arman smiles softly at you, lightly shoving your knee and in that moment Angel was thankful he did the honors of tying your coverup before you opened the front door. Sorry not sorry.

Angel just comes right out with it, “so…were you two ever a thing? Serious or just foolin’ around?”

Your eyes go wide and Arman laughs at this, which irritates Angel.

“No.” Arman clearly states, “We maybe soulmates but not in a romantic sense, which makes this friendship so much more easy to have, no matter how many years pass us by. I love your girlfriend but you don’t have to worry about me falling in love with her because that’s your job, right?” He stares hard at the bearded man, almost daring Angel to say the wrong thing.

Angel immediately nods his head, feeling the tension ease somewhat from his jaw although he can feel your heated stare on him also. You already told him what it was with Arman when he asked you about your love for him once before and didn’t particularly like that he was bringing it up again to Arman. However Angel wanted to make sure that this wasn’t one sided and he had no shame in that.

“Good!” Arman claps, “then we have nothing to worry about. As long as you’re good to her, then we won’t have an issue.”

“…we’re good to each other.” You tell, wanting Angel’s eyes to settle on you, which they do before he sits back with a crooked smile.

Satisfied.

You shake your head at him and turn back to Arman who’s watching the exchange. You place your hand on Arman’s which is now thrown along the top of the couch, “And I’m glad I have all of my boys back underneath one roof. Except one of them doesn’t work my nerves as much.”

Arman scowls as he looks at Angel, “I find that hard to believe.”

“Fuck does that mean?” Angel feels his lip curl while Arman holds his hands up in surrender with a smile as Angel says, “she’s not talking about me but you don’t have to assume shit with that smug smile on your face, man.”

‘Lookin’ like the damn monopoly man and shit.’ Angel thinks to himself but he was trying to keep things cordial.

Arman tilts his head at this, “…there’s another guy that loves to take up your time? Don’t tell me—

“Relax,” you soothe, “I didn’t biologically have Maverick but I love him like he’s my own.”

“And I can’t thank you enough.” Angel tells you with a glint in his eye, “you have any kids, Armando?”

Arman slowly shakes his head putting the pieces together silently after spying a picture above the fireplace before he thinks of his own situation, “no but I too know a kid that I’ll always protect.”

“Aw, look at you having the parenting bug.” You wiggle the man’s shoulder.

Arman sighs trying to fight back a smile, “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. Your face did.”

“She’s right.” Angel agreed.

Arman attempts to whisper, “Don’t say that too much or her head will explode.”

You pinch the back of the skin on Arman’s hand who hisses before yanking his hand away. Angel laughs at you two, finding that this Arman guy might be alright in his book.

“I’ve missed you, you know? Even when you still do that pinching shit.” He shakes his hand about before rubbing it.

“I know and so have I, Armani-man.”

He chuckles, “haven’t heard that in awhile.”

“What?” You gasp as you mention, “Don’t tell me Nadia hasn’t hit you with annoying spins on your government?”

Yes you were also aware that Arman found his Mrs. Morales out there in the world. At first you felt a way about it since he simply sent over a picture and a brief letter to your mailbox during your late twenties and not an invitation to the wedding. Which he later explained in the attached letter that it was a spur of the moment ceremony out of the country. You only knew bits and pieces of what Nadia was like and what she looked like. However there seemed to be a shift in Arman at the mention of his wife.

As soon as you noticed it, it was gone, leaving the guarded man to exhale, “…only when she wants something.”

“You too, huh?” Angel cracks open the Gatorade before taking a sip, “ever get hit with a ‘hoochie daddy?’”

Arman blinks before oddly staring back and forth at you two, “A what?”

“Never mind my boyfriend,” you fan your hand, “you said you came here to visit me just in case of what exactly…”

Arman dips his head and clears his throat. When he starts cracking his fingers with one hand, you notice it’s still something he does when there’s a lot on his mind even with the both of you settling into your own adulthoods. That alone makes you scoot closer to him, balling your legs to the side of you as you rest your head back against his arm.

“I’m here. Always.”

This he knew.

He never imagined plopping back into your life like this, on the run and keeping it all away from the two women he’s in love with but it was a fact that you knew the start. And if that’s what he had to go back to, then so be it. Part of him felt like he should feel guilty bringing you back into this, while at the same time he knew the levels of your relationship and that you would always look out for him too.

The both of you grew up together and then separately because arman sought out for more that his father didn’t approve of and the connection between you two was just as strong then as it is now. It wasn’t conditional on your part, which is why the both of you still had a friendship. That was evident with the way you two moved around each other and Angel felt like he should be jealous.

Oh but he was! especially with the bits of affection he witnessed, that was something he didn’t want to get used to but maybe he was starting to understand? Angel would grasp it more if he saw how Arman was around this Nadia person and had a feeling he probably would the longer Arman stayed or came around. However both you and Arman knew it wouldn’t be a long span of time. It’s just not the way he operated.

He was always on the move.

“Do I need to give you two the room?” Angel places his hand on his chest, “I really don’t want to in fear that I’ll start smoking again but my heart, yeah I got that, is saying I prolly should.”

You peek up at Arman, the both of you sharing a laugh before Arman nudged his head and you’re patting the empty spot next to you. “Get over here.”

“I dunno…the way you two look at each other gives off more than just friends.” Angel cautiously makes his way over, while you toss your legs right over his lap, leaving him to caress your bare ankle.

Arman shakes his head as he meets Angel’s eyes, “you’ve never loved a best friend so much that you’ll do anything for?”

“Well yeah…” Angel starts with a lift of his shoulders, “but I never had stars in my eyes when I looked at coco’s crazy ass. And he wouldn’t be walking up in my house like he owns the place. I’ll tell you that much. Actually—he’d probably find a way in here without us knowing.”

You’ve heard stories about Coco—Johnny plenty times before and wished you would have had the chance to meet him. With the way Angel spoke of him and the one’s he once called his brothers, made it seem like you already have.

You snort, “might as well have stars with how much you speak on him and Ezekiel.”

Angel blows out a breath at how much he missed those guys through it all, “I guess I get it too. But i do have to say, if this turns out to be more harm than good to us…you may see a side of me you don’t like and that can get ugly.”

That was aimed more at Arman than you, you were sure but as good as you knew the man to your left, he didn’t take threats lightly yet he could respect it since you chose Angel.

“Well at least you’re honest about your lack of looks…but we can both agree every side is my good side.” Arman jokes as he pinches his chin, caressing his facial hair with a grin.

Angel huffs, “get a load of this fucken guy! First you waltz in here and now this? You’re something else, man. But I guess…you’re alright for now.”

Arman leans over you as Angel goes to give him a fist while Arman was ready to give his hand a shake. Angel stares at Arman’s hand, not budging before Arman huffs and decides to bump fists instead with a shake of his head in disbelief.

“Yay, my bestie and my boyfriend getting along!”You grip Arman’s shoulder to place a kiss on his cheek before flopping your body against Angel who squeezes your shoulder, kissing the corner of your eye as you say “Love to see it…maybe spring break won’t be so bad after all.”

Arman and Angel both share a knowing glance, being aware that this probably wouldn’t be some simple visit of a friend coming to town—although you were no stranger to Arman’s lifestyle—but for both of their sakes they’ll relish in your happiness.

That’s mainly what both men wanted for you.

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Continue along with my spring anthology prompts here.

#queued #the cleaning lady #the cleaning lady season 3 #the cleaning lady fox #arman morales #Arman morales x reader #adan canto #mayans mc #mayans mc x reader #Angel Reyes #angel reyes x reader #spring prompts #clayton cardenas

[the-hinky-panda]

The Preacher’s Wife Series: Hank Loza x OFC (Maggie Fox)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: violence, sexual situations, religion, religious trauma, infidelity, toxic relationships

Summary: This is a side series to “Heroes.” Maggie is the younger sister of Stitches, the reader/OFC from “Heroes.” Married to a pastor of a megachurch, two kids, and constantly under the spotlight, Maggie longs for a life of freedom where she doesn’t have to hide who she is. She’s just waiting for the opportunity to leave. Then her older sister, the Mayans MC medic, introduces her to Hank Loza and he just might be her ticket out of her gilded cage.

Part I: The Meeting

Hank had seen pictures of Maggie on your phone. The resemblance was incredibly strong, both of you sharing the same smile and dimples. But her features were more rounded, softer than your sharp features. He did not expect the pictures to do such a disservice to her. She follows you shyly through the door of the clubhouse, her large round eyes trying to take in everything all at once. She’s dressed much like you, jeans and a blouse but while you’re wearing your standard converses, she’s wearing sandals. Despite her being curvier than you are, she doesn’t look like she’s the mother of two young children.

He watches as you take her around the room, introducing her to everyone who’s here. Bishop and Taza both put on their best manners as is customary when a guest is present. Angel and EZ both give her a nod and a wave, having already met her at their father’s house for dinner the previous night. Gilly gives her a fist bump as she rounds the pool table and shakes Creeper’s hand. You take her back to show her the makeshift medical room that they had cleared out for you, finishing the tour by bringing her up to the bar and making a formal introduction to him.

“Maggie, this is Hank. He keeps everyone in line.”

“A thankless job,” he says and extends his hand.

Maggie takes it with no hesitation. “And a never ending one if my sister’s stories are to be believed.”

And just like that, he falls in love with a sapphire-eyed pastor’s wife.

“Hank is the one who did the jellyfish tattoo.”

“Oh!” Maggie’s eyes go wide. “That is beautiful! I can’t remember the last time I saw Mo in a pair of shorts and now she wears them all the time. She is so proud of that tattoo.”

Hank smiles at the compliment and the fact that you’re staring at the floor, color rising in your cheeks. “Well, your sister has done a lot for us, keeping us safe and healthy. It’s nice to repay the favor.”

Your phone rings and you pull it out of your back pocket and frown. “It’s Coco.”

Maggie turns to you. “Isn’t he right outside?”

“Yeah,” you say as you answer the call. “Hello?”

Hank can hear Coco’s voice rise and fall over the connection but he can’t make out the words. You look confused but hang up with a shrug. “He found something out there he thinks I’ll be interested in for some reason. I don’t know what he’s on about but I better go find out.” You bump Maggie’s shoulder. “If you ask Hank nicely, he’ll get you a rum and coke.”

“And put it on your tab,” he says.

You give him a half grin. “Let’s put it on Coco’s.”

Hank nods. “Done.”

Maggie watches you leave the clubhouse and Hank waits for her nerves to show but they don’t. She slides comfortably onto one of the barstools and continues to study the surroundings with a keen interest. Both of you are enigmas to him. Reared and living in a sheltered, structured, and highly religious community and neither one of you show any fear or discomfort at being in a junkyard with a bunch of outlaw bikers.

“Would you like something to drink?” Hank offers. “We do have non-alcoholic stuff. Well, water and Coke.”

Maggie smiles widely. “As long as no one tells on me, a rum and coke does sound good.”

“Coming up.”

“Mo talks about you all so much. You’ve all been such good friends to her since she moved down here.” Maggie fiddles with her wedding ring. “She sounds so happy.”

Hank takes out a clean glass and cleans it again to make sure it’s spotless. “That’s good to hear. A happy medic is beneficial to everyone.”

“She raves over your artwork.” She leans on the bar, waves of blonde hair falling over her shoulders. “You know, she has a little wooden box at home where she saves all your mockups?”

That surprises him but then realizes it shouldn’t. You often ask if you can keep the napkins and receipts that he’s doodled on. He just never really put much thought into what you did with those scraps of paper. “I didn’t know that.”

Maggie takes the drink when Hank sets it down in front of her and takes a sip. “This is good! Did you use the Real McCoy?”

At first he thinks she’s asking if he used real rum but sees her take another sip and truly taste it. This little pastor’s wife knows her rum. “No, Barceló Imperial. But if you like rum, I have some Appleton Estate 21 stashed away in the back.”

“Appleton? Can’t mix that with Coke, that would be a travesty.”

Yeah, he’s definitely in love.

#hank loza fic #hank loza x ofc #Mayans fic #the preacher’s wife series #hank loza

[breanime]

Update!

I'm still working on my next MC Manny piece. I want some more information about him though, cause I jumped the gun and assumed they wouldn't mention his kid again, so I assumed it was a boy, and BAM! Mayans proved me wrong and upstaged G*od G*rls in one go. Bravo.

So hold please, but know MC Manny x bartender!Reader is still on. It's just a work in progress.

Until then, I'm working on some smutty shit for y'all, so continue being patient for me please and thx 😘🥰

[nocturnal-milk-dud]

Troubled Minds: Part 2

Bishop: I want a baby

Y/N: Oh my god, steal one

#the only time i will ever use y/n #bishop losa x reader #just kidding #bishop losa #obispo bishop losa x reader #michael irby #mayans mc #lolololol #i thought it was funny #fic

[likeahorribledream]

ʙᴀᴅ ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

» CHAPTER SEVEN: BREATHLESS

SUMMARY: Bucky's locked himself up in the diner's bathroom but it might not all be as it seems.

PAIRING: Biker!Bucky x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5k

Warnings: Mentions of cheating and sex. All I know about MCs is what I saw in SoA and Mayans M.C. so please take this with a grain of salt.

Note: In this story, Biker!Bucky looks like Chris from the movie Destroyer (with better tattoos). Bucky also has two flesh arms and never had to get the left one amputated. Biker!Steve looks like Nomad!Steve with lots of tattoos and rings.

Due to the nature of this AU, this series will be 18+. Minors DNI. If you chose to read this, you are responsible for your own media consumption. You have been warned.

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» CHAPTER SIX: SURPRISE

𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

You stay seated at your booth, speechless about what just happened. One second you’re holding hands and teasing each other, and the next Bucky’s pushing you away and asking you to leave.

You have half a mind to follow him into the restroom but if he really went there to take care of business, the awkwardness certainly wouldn’t help defuse the tension. So, you wait. You stare at the door, and you wait. After 5 minutes, you get up and walk over to the restroom door and knock.

‘’Occupied’’ You hear his voice on the other side of the door.

Good, at least now you know he didn’t escape through the window or fell in the damn toilet.

‘’Bucky. Can you come back out here, please?’’

‘’I really don’t want to be rejected in a diner, can it wait until we’re at the garage or somethin’?’’ He huffs.

‘’You’re really going to make me do this through the damn bathroom door?’’ You sigh. ‘’No one rejected you, except yourself. You put words into my mouth without even waiting for my reaction.’’

You wait a few moments, but the door stays closed.

‘’Just so you know, the only way you messed this up was by locking yourself up in the bathroom without talking to me. Not because you brought me here, not because of what Beth said but because you won’t come out to talk to me.’’

You turn around and walk back to the table to get your keys and your phone.

The day had started so well, then it went to shit but for a few hours you actually thought it might end the same way it started. Guess that’s on you, you should know by now that nothing ever goes right in your life anymore.

Just as you’re about to leave, you see Beth coming back with your plates and drinks.

‘’Where’s Bucky?’’ She asks, frowning, as she puts her tray down on the table.

You nod towards the bathroom door. ‘’He locked himself in there and he doesn’t want to come out. I guess he’s waiting for me to leave.’’

‘’Oh, doll. No.’’ She glances at the door. ‘’He’s been doing this since he was a kid. It means he’s having a panic attack and he’s trying to calm himself down.’’

‘’Damn it, Bucky.’’ You shake your head and drop everything on the table. You go back to the restroom and knock on the door again.

‘’Bucky let me in.’’ You try turning the knob, hoping that maybe he had forgotten to lock the door. ‘’Beth told me what’s going on, can you open the door so I can help you? Please?’’

‘’I’m. Fine.’’ He sounds breathless and he hiccups between each word.

‘’Baby, you don’t sound fine.’’

It takes about 30 seconds but you finally hear the little ‘’click’’ from the lock being turned into its place. You don’t waste any time and open the door right away. Bucky has both of his hands gripping the edge of the counter top, his head dropped between his arms.

You walk in and close the door behind you. You slowly walk over to him and carefully put your hand on his shoulder.

‘’You’re ok, Bucky.’’ You say softly.

He’s clearly hyperventilating and he doesn’t seem to be able to get it under control.

‘’Bucky, listen to me ok? When I tell you to, you’re going to hold your breath for two seconds and then you’re going to breathe with me ok? I want deep breaths.’’

He nods, not looking at you. You move your hand from his shoulder to his back and rub it slowly.

‘’Ok. Hold it.’’ You wait until you feel he stops and count to 2. ‘’Good job, now exhale. Slowly, but push all the air out. Inhale until you can’t get any more air in.’’ You watch his body to make sure he’s doing it correctly. ‘’Exhale again, just like you did the first time, then inhale. Do it 5 more times, ok?’’

You let him do it by himself, keeping count out loud of how many he’s done so far and when he hits 5, you tell him to stop.

‘’Can you breathe?’’ You ask him, still rubbing his back.

‘’Yeah.’’ He whispers. ‘’I’m sorry.’’

‘’It’s ok.’’ You reassure him. ‘’But you can tell me these things. I won’t judge. You don’t have to go through it alone.’’ You press a small kiss to his shoulder.

Bucky finally looks up and stares at you through the mirror. ‘’You’re not leaving me?’’ He sounds confused.

‘’Sadly for you, no. You’re going to be stuck with me for a while.’’ You smile, looking back at him.

‘’I didn’t scare you off?’’ He turns his head to the side to look directly at you.

‘’This is getting very intense, very fast. Maybe I should run away after hearing what Beth said but… I don’t want to. I’m scared because I’m not scared. Does that make sense? This is all going very fast but it doesn’t scare me. It feels right. So yeah, hearing what Beth said probably would have sent any other girl running. Me? It made me happy. This diner clearly means a lot to you, Beth clearly means a lot to you, and it makes me happy that you thought I was good enough for you to bring me here.’’

Bucky stands up, letting go of the counter and turning to face you. He looks down at you.

He opens his mouth. ‘’I-’’ Then he cuts himself off quickly. ‘’I’m not doing this in here.’’

He shakes his head and takes your hand in his, walking you back out of the restroom. He walks in front of you, leading you to the front.

‘’We’ll be right back, Beth.’’

She looks at you with a smile and nods.

Bucky only stops walking when you reach the side of the diner. He stands in front of you and holds your head with both hands.

‘’I’m going to tell you something, because I want to tell you and not because I expect you to do the same.’’

He takes a deep breath. ‘’I’m crazy about you.’’ He admits. ‘’Have been since the first week we met. I know I probably sound insane because we met not so long ago, but it’s true. You’ve been occupying my mind from the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep.’’ His thumbs stroke your cheeks once and stop. ‘’I just knew from the moment I laid eyes on you. You’re it. I can stop looking, I found my home. I don’t expect you to feel the same, I know with everything that Jace did and said it’ll probably be a while before you trust me or see me in that way. If you ever do see me in that way. I’ll wait, no matter how long it takes.’’

‘’I swore to myself I would be careful, take my time and all that crap when I moved here but damn it Bucky Barnes you’re making it so hard.’’ You sigh and close your eyes for a couple of seconds, opening them again. ‘’I know that you’re not Jace, and I know you’d never do anything remotely close to what he has done. I trust you. I really do and I’m pretty sure I feel the same way you do, but I just need to take it slow. One step at a time.’’

He nods. ‘’Anything you want, toots.’’

‘’Don’t feel like you need to hide anything from me, ok? I like when you tell me what you think or how you feel.’’ You smile. ‘’And please, please, tell me when you’re having a panic attack. You could have passed out on the bathroom floor.’’

He drops his head. ‘’It’s so embarrassing.’’

‘’What is?’’ You look at him as best as you can.

‘’That I have panic attacks.’’

‘’There’s absolutely nothing embarrassing about having panic attacks. It happens to everyone. If someone makes fun of you for it, just send them to me and I’ll take care of them.’’

Bucky laughs quietly and looks back up. ‘’I’m sorry I ruined our first real date.’’

‘’It’s not ruined. It’s just… eventful.’’ You wink, a playful glimmer in your eyes.

‘’Do you want to go back inside? And eat?’’

‘’Yes, please.’’ You grin.

He kisses your forehead and guides you back inside to your table. The plates are gone and so are your drinks. You frown. ‘’Looks like they got rid of our food.’’

‘’Not at all, doll. Just kept your plates hot.’’ Beth says from behind you, bringing you your plates back.

‘’Thank you.’’ Bucky says to Beth. ‘’I’m sorry for doing… it again.’’

‘’Stop apologizing for that. It’s been 20 years, if it bothered me I would have told you a long time ago. Now, sit. Eat.’’

She disappears as quickly as she appeared, coming back with your drinks and leaving again.

You slide onto your booth and grab Bucky’s wrist before he does the same on his side.

‘’Can you sit next to me? Instead of on the other side.’’

He quickly sits next to you and brings his food to his new spot.

You both eat in silence, just enjoying the other’s presence.

‘’Is it any good? Did I make a good choice?’’ Bucky asks when you’re halfway through your sandwich.

‘’It’s really good. Especially with the milkshake.’’

Bucky noticed quickly that you were neither a sweet or savory girl, but both at the same time.

‘’Thank you.’’ You smile. ‘’Do you want a bite?’’ You offer, raising your sandwich up to him.

‘’Just a small one.’’ He puts his hand on top of yours and brings them closer with the sandwich. He takes a small bite and nods. ‘’Just enough salt to have your kidneys almost shut down.’’

‘’Yep.’’ You take a bite. ‘’Perfect.’’

‘’What am I gonna do with you?’’ He takes a bite of his own dinner.

‘’Give me one of your kidneys when mine stops working?’’

‘’Are you insane? I’m not giving you one of my kidneys. You’re going to do it all over again and kill the perfectly good kidney I gave you.’’ Bucky shakes his head. ‘’Take care of your own first, and then we’ll see if you deserve to get a new one.’’

‘’Fine.’’ You pout.

‘’Put that lip back, it ain’t gonna work this time.’’

‘’We’ll see.’’ You squint your eyes.

Bucky laughs and you finish eating.

Beth is quick and cleans up your table in the minutes after you are done.

‘’What do you want to do now, beautiful?’’ He rests his arm on the back of the booth behind you.

‘’Anything you want to.’’ You lean back and tilt your head to look at him. ‘’I just don’t think I can eat anything else.’’

‘’Do you want to dance?’’

‘’Dance?’’

‘’Yeah, over there.’’ He nods to the jukebox and you notice there is a small area where the floor is all worn out, a lot of people had danced there.

‘’I’m not a really good dancer.’’

‘’Me neither.’’ He laughs and gets out of the booth, holding out his hand for you.

You take it and follow him at the back of the diner. Bucky looks at the songs and when he finds one he likes he pushes the buttons. Soon after, the first few notes can be heard and you smile.

He keeps your hand in his and wraps his free arm around your back. ‘’Put your other hand on my shoulder.’’

You do as you’re told and let him pull you into his chest. He cradles your hands between your bodies and slowly starts to move you around.

‘’I thought you said you were bad at dancing.’’

‘’I am.’’

You laugh. ‘’Liar.’’

You nuzzle onto his upper chest and let him guide you around.

‘’This is nice.’’

He looks down at you. ‘’Yeah?’’

‘’Mh-mh.’’

He kisses the top of your head. ‘’We’ll practice often, that way neither of us will embarrass themselves when we dance at our wedding.’’

You laugh. ‘’No amount of practice will prevent me from doing that. We’re just gonna have to dance and hope for the best.’’

‘’We’ll just turn off the lights, no one will see.’’ Bucky says, laughing.

‘’Genius!’’

He smiles and rubs your back. When the song ends, he looks down at your face and chuckles. ‘’Toots, are you falling asleep on me?’’

‘’Just a little. It’s not my fault if you’re all warm and cuddly.’’ You open your eyes.

‘’I’m taking you home.’’ He kisses your temple. ‘’We have work tomorrow and Steve will have my ass if we’re both exhausted.’’

You walk back to the table to take your stuff you had left there and follow Bucky to the front.

‘’Are you going to sleep over?’’

‘’I wish I could, toots but if Nat gets there before us and we come in together in your car we’ll get busted.’’

‘’True.’’ You nod, disappointed but you know it’s the right thing to do.

He pays and you both say goodbye to Beth before stepping outside, moving towards your car and sitting in your seats.

‘’I may have an idea.’’ Bucky says as he starts the car.

‘’What is it?’’

‘’Maybe you could sleep in my room, instead? That way if Nat gets there before you usually do then you’ll be able to just act like you were early. It’s literally just a room and a bed though-’’

‘’Yes.’’ You cut him off with a smile.

He grins. ‘’Ok then. We’ll stop by your house to pick up some clothes and then we’re going back to mine.’’

‘’Another genius idea from you, Mister Barnes.’’ You tease as he backs out of the parking space.

‘’Two in like 10 minutes, I’m going to be exhausted soon.’’

You laugh and shake your head. ‘’Dork.’’

‘’Takes one to know one.’’

You laugh at his answer. ‘’Focus on not crashing my car, instead of coming up with incredible comebacks. If you hurt my baby, I’ll hurt your baby.’’

‘’You?’’

‘’Your bike.’’

Bucky gasps. ‘’You wouldn’t.’’

‘’I most definitely would.’’

‘’So evil.’’

‘’Don’t crash my car, and I won’t have to be.’’ You chuckle.

‘’I’d never do that to you.’’ He glances over at you and smiles.

10 minutes later, Bucky parks your car in your driveway. You take off your seatbelt. ‘’I’ll be back in 5 minutes.’’

‘’Take your time, toots.’’ He smiles at you and watches as you get out and all but run to the front door.

While you’re packing clothes into a bag for the night and tomorrow, Bucky stares at your front door lost in his own mind. It’s hard for him to believe that he was so lucky to not only meet you and be your friend, but for you to give him a chance at loving you. Never in a million years would he have thought that he was good enough for you. He still doesn’t believe it.

You come back less than 5 minutes later, the door opening makes Bucky blink and bring him back to earth. He waits until you’ve sat down and buckled your seatbelt to finally head over to the clubhouse.

‘’Are you sure you’re ok with staying at the clubhouse? It’s anything but glamorous.’’

‘’I’m sure it’s fine Jamie. I’m not moving in, I’m just sleeping over. I’ll survive to spending one night at the clubhouse.’’ You laugh quietly.

Bucky laughs with you. ‘’You’re right. I’m sorry.’’

‘’You don’t need to apologize.’’ You squeeze his arm gently.

Bucky makes sure to put your car in the same exact spot you use every day, takes your bag and his kutte, and gets out of the car.

You get out shortly after him and walk around the car to meet him. ‘’You don’t have to carry my bag.’’ You chuckle.

‘’I know.’’ He grins and locks up the car, putting your keys in his pocket.

You follow him inside and up to his room, you’ve never been in this part of the clubhouse so this is all very new to you. You look around curiously, surprised at how many rooms there are upstairs. It was almost like a small dorm, except Bucky is the only one living there.

He opens the door to his room and lets you in first, walking inside right after. He closes the door and drops your bag on his bed, hanging up his kutte on the back of the door.

‘’So… This is it.’’

You nod and curiously walk around the room, looking at the picture frames and other objects Bucky has kept. You smile at the pictures of Bucky and Steve when they were kids.

‘’You guys were so cute.’’

‘’We were alright.’’ Bucky laughs and then points to a door. ‘’That’s the bathroom, if you want to change. You can take a shower too, I don’t mind.’’

‘’Do you want to go first?’’

‘’No, go ahead. Just leave me some hot water.’’

You laugh. ‘’I make no promises.’’ You go over to his bed to take your bag.

When you turn around to go to the bathroom, Bucky wraps his arms around your waist from behind and pulls you to his chest.

‘’What are you doing?’’ You chuckle.

‘’I just need to do something that’s been driving me crazy since I saw you in that dress.’’ He leans down and presses a quick kiss right under your ear.

One of his hands leaves your waist to get your hair away from your neck and then goes back to where it was. He leans down more to kiss a little lower than where he was a few seconds ago.

‘’Is this ok?’’ Bucky says against your skin.

‘’Mh-mh.’’ You nod and tilt your head to give him more space.

He trails down from your ear all the way to your shoulder. He alternates between sweet little kisses that you can barely feel on your skin to hot open-mouthed kisses and it’s driving you crazy.

When he’s done on that side he pushes your hair there and does the same thing on the opposite side of your neck.

Your eyes closed at some point during this, you aren’t sure when.

Once Bucky reaches your shoulder his lips linger a little longer before standing back up, the loss of contact makes you open your eyes.

Bucky could have done this all night. Your skin was so soft and hot against his lips that he didn’t want to stop. He loved seeing all the goosebumps appear every time he touched you.

‘’Ok, now you can go.’’ He smiles, though you can’t see him.

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding and let a few seconds to your brain to start functioning again. You turn to look at Bucky, arching a brow.

‘’That’s what you had wanted to do all night?’’

‘’Yes. It was just too tempting.’’

You chuckle and walk to his bathroom.

‘’You should wear this dress more often.’’ Bucky tells you as you move to close the door.

You look down at yourself. ‘’I can’t really wear this to work.’’ You look at Bucky. ‘’Guess you’re gonna have to take me on more dates if you want to see it again.’’ You wink playfully and close the door.

Bucky smiles and flops down on his bed. He will most definitely ask you on a lot more dates, whether the dress makes an appearance or not.

He finds it odd to have someone in his room. Whenever he had a girl over, before you, he’d always take them in one of the free rooms and never to his own. Now that he thinks about it, you might be the first person, aside from him, to ever shower in his bathroom. For some reason, that thought makes him all giddy and smiling.

Man was he wrapped around your finger, but he really couldn’t care less. He’s ready to do anything and everything to keep you happy. Or just to keep you, in general. He messed up badly earlier and he’s lucky you’re still there. Especially after his panic attack, how embarrassing was that?

You two didn’t even fight, he just started overthinking and before he knew it he was in the bathroom having trouble breathing like a giant elephant was sitting on his chest.

He’s lucky you decided to help him, he wouldn’t have asked you on his own and he probably would have ended up passed out on the bathroom floor.

Even more embarrassing.

He shouldn’t be surprised that you stayed and helped him, it’s who you are. You love, you care and you help other people.

Never once did you make him feel like he wasn’t good enough or too much, you always make him feel accepted. You listen to him and you take him seriously when he says he’s hurt by something Steve said or something that happened at the garage that day.

Bucky sincerely thinks you are the one for him. Not because it’s the first time he’s been in love, because it isn’t, but whatever there is between you two it feels special, it feels right.

He knows he can never say any of this to anyone because they are going to make fun of him or judge him for falling for you, especially because of how quickly it happened.

Is he wrong to think and feel the way that he does? Maybe instead of trying to spend every minute of every day with you, he should be trying to do the exact opposite.

What do people usually do when they fall in love? Do they wait weeks, months, years before letting themselves fall?

What if he’s going about this all wrong?

Though he sincerely doubts any of it can be wrong when it feels so right.

What he needs to do is show you how much he cares about you and that he’s in this for the long run. For the whole run.

It doesn’t matter what other people do, because they aren’t you and him. They don’t have the kind of bond that you do, they won’t be able to understand. If people want to judge him, if his friends want to judge him, then they can go right ahead. Bucky won’t change his mind because of them.

Bucky sits back up on his bed and rubs his hands over his face quickly. He stands up and walks around his bed to untuck the covers and sheets, he’s going to let you decide which side you want to sleep on. He usually sleeps right in the middle so it won’t bother him too much.

While he waits for you he picks up his own clothes to wear in bed and puts them down on the desk close to the bathroom door.

While you are in the shower, you get lost into your own thoughts. So much happened today that it feels like an entire week has passed when it’s only Monday. You still can’t believe Jace found you and showed up at the garage. How did he even do that? You haven’t told anyone about where you work. You told your parents where you live, but that’s it. They know your address and what you do as a job but they don’t know where exactly. You doubt Jace just went from business to business until he finally found you.

One thought pops into your head, making shivers run down your spine: maybe he’s been following you? At the very least, having you followed. How else would he have been able to find you so easily?

Maybe he hired a PI, that would also explain it all. Whatever it is, you hope it’s over and done. You don’t want to see him ever again.

You hate the way he makes you feel but you hate even more the way he makes Bucky feel about himself. Though he plays around a lot, flirts constantly and exudes confidence, Bucky seems to be very insecure and you don’t know why. He doesn’t have any reason to be. It better not be because some girl told him he wasn’t good enough or wouldn’t amount to anything because you would lose your damn mind.

Steve needs to stop mingling in his business and making him feel even more self-aware.

Oh shit. Steve. Bucky kissed you in front of Steve. You totally forgot about that with everything else that happened since.

You step out of the shower and quickly pat yourself dry with a towel. You put on your clothes for the night and put the clothes you had on tonight in your bag. You stand in front of the mirror to brush your teeth and you look at your reflection as you begin to brush.

Your eyes widen and you look down at your arms. On each bicep you had bruises shaped like hands, all thanks to Jace.

Of course, the bruises start right below your sleeves so nothing covers them. Bucky is going to freak out if he sees them, hopefully it’ll be dark in the room and he won’t be able to see.

You finish brushing your teeth and put everything back into your bag, making sure to leave the bathroom empty as if you hadn’t even been there in the first place. You turn off the light from the bathroom and open the door to get back into Bucky’s room.

Damn. The light is still on and you have nothing to cover yourself with. Maybe he won’t notice if you just act natural.

‘’Your turn.’’ You say as you cross the room to put your bag down next to the door.

‘’Did you leave me any hot water?’’ He teases, picking up his clothes.

‘’There’s only one way to find out.’’ You give him a little playful smirk and move closer to his bed. ‘’Which side is yours?’’

Bucky shrugs. ‘’I don’t have a preference. I usually sleep in the middle, so take whichever side you prefer.’’

He disappears into the bathroom and you let out a sigh, relieved he hadn’t noticed your arms. Now you just have to hide under the covers for the rest of the night. Tomorrow you’ll have to find a way to hide them because you only brought a t-shirt and it definitely won’t cover enough of your arms.

You quickly get in bed, settling under the covers on the right side. You lay on your back and look up at the ceiling while you wait for Bucky to come back out.

It doesn’t take him very long because he took a shower right before leaving for your date so he just takes a really quick one, gets dressed, brushes his teeth and comes back out a few minutes later. He turns off the light on his ceiling, leaving the one from his nightstand on.

Bucky gets in from the left side, the empty one, and joins you under the covers. He lays on his side to face you and holds his head up with his hand.

‘’Are you comfy?’’

‘’Yes.’’ You turn your head to the side and smile at him.

He raises his free hand up to your cheek and gently strokes it. ‘’You know, you’re the first one to sleep in my bed.’’

‘’Really? You mean I’m the first one who’s going to literally sleep in it?’’

He shakes his head. ‘’You’re the first girl to ever be in this bed.’’

Your heart flutters in your chest and you smile up to him. You feel the look in your eyes soften and you’re sure that the way you’re looking at him could only be described as ‘’heart eyes’’.

You nuzzle into the palm of his hand. ‘’It’s a lot of first for us tonight.’’ You bring your hand up to rest on top of his that’s still on your cheek. ‘’How do you feel about that?’’

‘’Mh.’’ His thumb stops moving while he thinks and starts again when he answers. ‘’Really good.’’

‘’Yeah?’’

He nods. ‘’How do you feel about it? Are we moving too fast for you?’’

Bucky looks at you, genuinely worried.

‘’I don’t know.’’ You shrug. ‘’I think by anyone else’s standards we are definitely moving too fast but it feels right, for us. At least to me.’’

Bucky smiles because that’s exactly what he had been thinking while you were in the shower. ‘’I agree.’’

You stay like this for a few minutes, then Bucky notices how late it is. ‘’We should go to sleep. We’re gonna regret this in the morning when the alarm wakes us up.’’

‘’That’s what we get for going on a date on a Monday.’’ You laugh.

‘’Totally worth it, baby.’’

You want to bring up the incident with Steve earlier, but Bucky seems to be in a really good mood and you don’t want to ruin it so you wait. You’ll talk to him about it tomorrow.

You turn your head a little to the side and kiss the palm of his hand.

Bucky turns your head back to him and leans down to kiss you, holding himself up with his arm that’s been holding his head since he laid down. You rest your hand on his cheek as you kiss him back, using your hold to bring him in closer.

Slowly, Bucky’s whole body starts to lean in towards you the longer you kiss.

He rapidly, and completely, pulls away from you when he feels himself starting to move to get on top of you. He wets his lips and chuckles.

‘’It’s better if we stop.’’

You open your eyes and smile. ‘’You’re probably right.’’ You bite your lower lip and pull your hand away.

Bucky looks at your mouth. ‘’Don’t do th-’’ He stops in the middle of his sentence, taking your wrist in his hand before you completely pull away.

He stares at the bruise on your bicep and his eyes find yours again. ‘’What the hell is that?!’’

» CHAPTER EIGHT: BRUISES

Finally, an update!! Can you believe it? Hehe.

I wanted to wait until I was done writing the story before posting new chapters but I only have two more to write and then it'll be completed so I thought I'd give you chapter 7 as a way to thank you for reading this story and waiting so patiently for it to be updated. I hope it'll be worth the wait!!!!

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Bubbles and backyards

Request: Coco comes home from a run and he finds his OL and Letty in the backyard blowing bubbles with their dog and he’s just standing on the back deck smiling like an idiot until they both see him standing there. 😂 I kinda took it from the esthetics list #7

Pairing: Coco Cruz x female reader 

Warnings: None really other than mention of a gun 

Word count: 466

"Babe? Leticia?"

Coco's gun was already drawn, aiming low as he slowly walked through the house. Your car was out front, your phone and keys on the counter, TV on in the living room. Everything looked normal, except for the fact that you weren't anywhere to be found and neither was his daughter. It was strange, both of you usually together watching TV or making dinner when he got home. It was not normal and it made him uneasy until he could hear the distant sound of your laugh. 

His brows were knitted, still confused and he tried to follow it, leaving the hallway and making his way to the back of the house, relaxing as he looked out the window of the back door. There you both were, voices light and free as you laughed. Letty was trying desperately to blow a single bubble, the fluid dripping, and popping before she could create one. 

You, on the other hand, were doubled over with your hands on your knees as you watched her struggle. There were tears in the corners of your eyes when you stood back up straight and Coco laughed quietly, his smile bright. Normally he let you both know when he was coming back home from a run, but he had wanted to surprise the two of you today. Now as he took in the sight, he realized he might just have to surprise the two of you more often. 

He stayed there watching as you finally got your laughter under control, blowing your own bubbles along with Letty. The family dog was having the time of his life, tongue out and tail wagging as he ran and jumped around the yard, trying desperately to catch them. It wasn't until a few minutes that you both happened to notice him. You both looked at Coco, the gun in his hand setting you off in a fit of hysterics once again. He tucked it away with a quick shake of his head, opening up the back door to join the two of you outside. 

With a playful huff, Letty laughed too. 

"Can you please take her somewhere? I've been trying to blow this bubble for like six minutes and she keeps laughing at me so I can't get enough air because then I laugh too." 

Coco rolled his eyes but smiled himself, watching as you wiped the corners of your eyes before hugging him. 

"My stomach is cramping." 

He nodded, laughing at you slightly as he hugged you back, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

"That's what you get for roasting my kid." 

With the laughter dying down some, Letty was finally able to blow her bubbles, the three of you enjoying the last little bit of light before the sunset as a family.

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Babysitter

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anon: If you're up for it, could you do -insert whoever you want- and the reader either talking about leaving their kid with Chucky or actually leaving their kid with Chucky. He is a sweet strange bird that we don't get enough of 🥰

Warnings: language, Angel being a protective dad, Chucky being the absolute best human on the planet

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I would take a bullet for Chucky with no hesitation. I love that man and I’m so glad he has found a family in Mayans. I love including him in my stories because he’s just??? The sweetest.

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“It would just be for a couple hours!” you sat on the bar stool next to Angel, “You’re telling me that she can’t stay here for a couple hours? She’s a baby, Angel. It’s not like she can get up and run off.”

“I’m not leaving her with these motherfuckers,” he shook his head.

Angel loved his brothers in the MC. He would take a bullet for any one of them. Which is why it was so surprising to you that he didn’t want to leave your daughter with them. He didn’t mind it when you brought her around the clubhouse, as long as one of the two of you always had eyes on her. He was fiercely protective of her, which was adorable, but it also made it difficult for the two of you to get any time for yourselves. She was six months old and it had been much longer than that since the two of you had some quality couple time.

“Angel, they know how to feed and change a baby. Coco has more kids than we do!”

“Then he can go watch those ones!” he was adamant, “I ain’t leavin’ her here.”

While the two of you were arguing, Chucky appeared from the back room with a few cases of beer. He saw the car seat sitting on the bar top and immediately set down the boxes to come and investigate. He’d met your daughter on a few occasions but there were always so many other people around.

He gently rocked the car seat with a smile, whispering things to her that neither you nor Angel could hear, but you heard her contagious giggles. You turned and looked to see who had her laughing like that, and you couldn’t hide your surprise when you saw the gentle, loving look in Chucky’s eyes as he let her reach and hold onto his prosthetic fingers.

Your heart melted at the way he was smiling at her and the words came tumbling out of your mouth, “You wanna hold her?”

He looked up at you, eyes as wide as his smile, “I would be honored.”

You laughed quietly as you stood up and carefully unhooked the straps that kept her safely in the seat. You lifted her up and out before passing her off to Chucky, who cradled her in his arms as if it was second nature to him. Chucky had always been a bit of a caretaker by nature but this was surprising even to you.

“Like you’ve done it a million times before,” you commented as you watched him bounce her gently on his hip.

“Maybe not a million, but close,” he didn’t take his eyes off the baby.

“Oh yea? You have kids?” you really never gave a lot of thought to what Chucky’s life was like when he wasn’t working at the scrapyard. You knew that he had quite a long history, but you never asked about the details of it.

He shook his head, “Haven’t had the good fortune of that yet. But I spent a lot of time with Jax Teller’s boys when they were babies.”

It was the first time that he had spoken to you about his life in Charming. He spared a momentary glance over at you as he said it before returning all of his attention to the baby on his hip. But even in that split second you could see the wistful look in his eyes. Sometimes you forgot about the fact that he uprooted his entire life to come to Santo Padre.

“Do you have plans tonight, Chucky?” you asked.

Both he and Angel whipped their heads to look at you, their expressions vastly different. Angel knew exactly where this line of questions was going and he wanted none of it. Chucky, on the other hand, had never looked more excited.

He shook his head, “Not a single plan in place, Y/N.”

You smiled, “You think you could watch our little pumpkin here for a couple hours while Angel and I get some Mommy and Daddy time?” you drummed your fingers on the bar, “It’d only be for a couple hours. Just to get some dinner and alone time.”

“It would be one of my life’s greatest pleasures,” everything he said always sounded so sincere.

You chuckled, nodding, “You’re a lifesaver.”

“Y/N,” Angel gently wrapped his hand around your arm, “Can I talk to you for a second?”

You nodded, “Sure, what’s up?”

He tugged you towards the opposite side of the clubhouse, getting the two of you out of earshot from Chucky, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What?”

“You just wanna leave our baby girl here with Chucky?”

You shrugged, “Why not? He seems like a goddamn baby whisperer.”

“Yea but—”

“And you heard him—he’s been around kids a ton before. Look at him,” you nodded towards Chucky, who was pretending to do some sort of ballroom dance with your daughter, “There is not an ounce of uncertainty in that man’s body. You telling me that any of the guys are ever that confident while holding her?”

Angel sighed, not able to deny that you had a point. Your daughter could smell fear from a mile away, and she could definitely sense when her tíos were getting nervous whenever they held her. You found it amusing because you could literally see the panic set into the eyes of the very tough group of bikers once she started to sound like she was about to cry. They would instantly try to locate you and glad you down to make you put out the fire that they inadvertently started.

Despite all of that, your daughter seemed happy as a clam as she waltzed around the clubhouse with Chucky. You could tell by the expression on Angel’s face that he saw what you saw, he just didn’t want to admit it.

“C’mon, baby,” you smiled and nudged his shoulder, “They make a good pair.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, “Two and a half hours tops. We’ll skip dessert if we have to.”

You beamed, clapping your hands, “Oh this is going to be amazing.” You pressed a kiss to Angel’s cheek before bounding over to Chucky, unable to try and tone down the huge smile on your face, “You really meant it about tonight?”

He nodded, “Of course. Anything for you. For her,” he looked at your daughter with a smile.

“You’re a gem!” you immediately started formulating a timetable in your brain, thinking out loud, “Okay I gotta jet home real quick to take care of a few things. Plus I’ll pack a bag of essentials for her to have here with you. And I’ll shower and get ready for dinner. I should be able to get back here by…6ish? Would that be alright?”

“That would be perfect.”

Angel sat back, watching the two of you make plans together while Chucky held your daughter on his hip. Despite his initial urge to reject the idea, he had to admit that there wasn’t the same knot in his gut about the idea of Chucky babysitting as there had been about literally any of the other guys. Chucky’s brain operated on a different level from the rest of them for sure, but realistically he was probably the most responsible out of all of them. Which was a strange thought.

You waved Angel over so that you could have him walk out to the car with you and the baby. You watched as Chucky carefully got her situated back into her car set, buckling and tucking her under her blanket. You wrapped Chucky in a hug, promising him that you would be back by six.

Angel carried the car set and got it situated in the back seat before turning to you, a smile on his face, “Drive safe, alright?”

You raised your eyebrows, “Wow, no smart comments?”

He chuckled, pulling you into a hug, “I’ll keep ‘em to myself…for now.”

“A true gentleman,” you laughed into his chest for a moment before pulling back to kiss him, “I’ll be back in a couple hours, okay?”

He nodded, “Whatever you need. Text me when you get home. I love you.”

You gave him another quick peck on the lips, “I love you too.”

You had packed everything that you could possibly think of into the diaper bag that you were bringing to the clubhouse. You had clothes, toys, formula, blankets, pillows, and of course diapers. It was impressive how much you were able to jam into the bag. Your daughter was babbling happily in her car seat as she watched you get everything set for her stay with Chucky. It was the first time that she was going to be away from both you and Angel for more than a couple minutes, and you were much more nervous about it than you wanted to let on. Not that you didn’t trust Chucky, but it was tough to leave your baby, even if you wanted some one-on-one time with her father.

When you rolled into the clubhouse, Angel was standing outside with Chucky and a few of the guys. Taking a deep breath you threw the car in park and got out, slinging the diaper bag over your shoulder before opening the back door and getting the car seat out. All of the guys looked at you expectantly as you approached the front steps. You could tell that they all had a hard time wrapping their heads around the fact that you were really about to leave Chucky in charge of your first and only child.

“Didn’t know that this hand-off had turned into a group affair,” you chuckled as you gently set the car seat down on the deck so you could get the bag off your shoulder.

“We just didn’t think that Angel would ever let anyone watch her,” Bishop piped in with a laugh, “Had to see it for ourselves.”

You made small talk with the group of them for a couple minutes before politely hinting that you and Angel had places to be—that was the whole point of this anyway. You unclipped your daughter from her car seat and picked her up, giving her a hug and a kiss before handing her to Angel so that he could do the same.

“I’m sure things will be fine, but if anything happens or if you have any questions at all, don’t hesitate to call me or Angel,” you gave Chucky a hug, “Thank you again for doing this. If anyone has got this under control, it’s you.”

You could see the pride on Chucky’s face as he soaked up what you were saying. Angel had the baby perched on his hip as he spoke to Chucky, “Anything happens to her and I’ll gut you like a fish, got it?”

Chucky nodded, not flinching one bit, “I accept that.”

Angel gave a nod of approval before handing the baby over, giving her one more kiss before doing so. He rested a hand on Chucky’s shoulder, “Thank you for doing this, Chucky.”

You didn’t know if Chucky had even heard what Angel had said—he was already enthralled with your daughter. You chuckled and shook your head as you tugged Angel back towards the car. You could hear the guys as you walked away. Coco must’ve picked up the diaper bag because you heard him call after you to ask if you had filled the thing with rocks instead of diapers, because that’s the only way it could be that heavy.

“What’d you put in there, querida?” Angel asked with a laugh as he got into the car.

“Just the essentials.”

Dinner was quiet, and just what the two of you needed. And, much to your surprise, you didn’t spend the whole evening worrying about if things were going okay back at the clubhouse. You trusted that Chucky would call if he needed assistance. You doubted that he did, though. Angel didn’t seem too flustered over it either. He checked his phone a few times just to make sure that there weren’t any missed calls or texts, but other than that he let it lie.

When the two of you got back to the clubhouse, everything was quiet. It wasn’t nearly late enough for it to be so dead, but you didn’t hear music or ruckus of any kind coming from the clubhouse. It was almost eerie.

You and Angel walked into the clubhouse to see that a large space in the center of it had been cleared of any and all furniture. Chucky had laid out all of the blankets and pillows that you had sent and clearly had come up with some of his own, and made quite the expansive play area for your daughter in the middle of the floor. She was fast asleep now, tucked safely in her favorite blanket with stuffed animals surrounding her. Chucky was sitting cross-legged next to her, just watching her to make sure that she stayed happily in her little dream world.

The icing on the cake was all of Angel’s brothers sprawled out across the blankets as well, also fast asleep. You giggled quietly as you leaned into Angel’s side, both of you walking over attempting not to wake anyone up, but especially the baby.

“Looks like you’ve had things perfectly under control here,” you whispered as you sank down and sat next to Chucky.

“Smoothest sailor out at sea,” he said back quietly with a nod.

“The boys can stay here,” you gently nudged Chucky’s shoulder, “But this little lady needs to come home with me. I’ll come by for the blankets and pillows tomorrow.”

You carefully got your daughter situated in her car seat without waking her up. Your daughter was luckily a very heavy sleeper, which would serve her well growing up surrounded by motorcycles. She hardly even flinched as you buckled her in and draped the blanket back over her again.

You hugged Chucky tight as you thanked him again, and you could tell that he felt it with his whole body, “I really appreciate you doing this for us, Chucky. Would you mind if we called on you again down the road?”

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” he looked back and forth between you and Angel as the three of you stood on the steps to the clubhouse, “Thank you, Angel Reyes, Y/N, for trusting me.”

“You’ve earned it, man,” Angel said with a nod.

The smile that spread across Chucky’s face could’ve melted the coldest heart in the world. The three of you said one more round of goodbye’s to each other before you and Angel headed off to the car, your sleepy daughter now in tow.

Once she was situated and you and Angel had gotten buckled in, you turned over to him with a smile on your face. He shook his head, not even needing to look at you to know that you had a smug expression.

“Just fucking say it,” he said with a laugh.

“I told you so!” you said in a loud whisper as you playfully slapped his arm.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes as he threw the car into drive, “Yea, yea. You told me so.”

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Man-Child

Gif Creadit: @ angels-reyes

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 560

Warnings: mention of dick sucking and Angel being a pouty boy

Thank you @thegirlwhoisalwayswriting for sending me this tweet and giving ideas as well: I forgot my bfs phone was dead, so when he went to the bathroom I decided to roam around Walmart. About 20 minutes later I hear “Y/N Y/L/N” your child is at register 10. I walk over there and there he is... my boyfriend... sitting there... on the bench... pouting that I left him.

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“Stay right here please, I need to take a piss,” Angel said to you as he walked into the Walmart bathroom.

You decided that you would just roam around a bit, not far away. Angel was a grown man; he could find his way back to you with no problem.

You had completely lost track of time as you were walking around, and about 20 minutes later, you hear over the store speakers someone asking for you. “Y/N Y/L/N, your child is at register ten. Please come and collect.”

Child? That’s weird… “Child? We don’t have a child… what the fuck is this?” You said with your eyebrows furrowed together. But you decide to check anyway. Maybe it was one of the kids you knew from your friends that knew you were here and got lost.

When you get over to register ten, you see Angel sitting on a bench. His arms were crossed, legs bouncing up and down, and he was pouting at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud as you walked towards your boyfriend. “Child? What the fuck Angel? Are you pregnant? Why didn’t you tell me?” You couldn’t help but laugh even more at your own words. God, you were funny. “Oh no, the cashier meant you! You are the child!” You leaned down a little, holding onto your knees because it started to hurt so much from laughing.

Angel didn’t find it humorous. He was still in the position as he was a minute ago. “You left me. You left me all alone. I spent 20 minutes trying to find you.” He looked so cute when he was trying to be angry. “Aww, I’m sorry, my Angel,” you took both of his hands in yours, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a Karen giving you both dirty looks, and you knew it was then time for you to go before she caused an unnecessary scene in the store.

“Come on,” you helped him to stand on his feet, “let me buy you a lollipop, and then we’ll get out of here.”

That seemed to put him in a better spirit because his face was smiling from ear to ear now at the mention of something sweet for him.

As you were walking out of the Walmart doors hand in hand, Angel was sucking on the candy you had given him. He was happy and satisfied, and it looked like he had left what happened just minutes ago out the window.

“Are you happy now, Angel? With your lollipop?” He wrapped his lips around it, sucking for a second before it came out of his mouth with a pop. “It’s not the only thing getting sucked tonight.” He gave you a wink indicating that it would be his dick in your mouth in a few hours.

“HA!”

He stopped dead in his tracks as he held his arms up by his side, annoyed, but you continued to walk towards the bike. Your head turned towards your irritated boyfriend standing in the middle of the parking place, a shit-eating grin on your face. “I ain’t no predator Angel! Now come on, let’s go home and watch the children’s network,” you almost shouted, “man-child,” the faintest of whispers.

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Mother’s Day Drabbles

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader, Miguel Galindo x Black!Reader, EZ Reyes x Black!Reader, Obispo Losa x Black!Reader

Summary: Four drabbles with my four favorite men from Mayans MC commemorating Mother’s Day with their loves.

Warning(s): Grief, loss of a child in the last drabble (sorry to my bishop girls) but the other ones are all fluffy goodness

Word count: 1,545

AN: It’s almost Father’s Day so y’know what sounds good? Reading some EXTREMELY late Mother’s Day drabbles!! lol. I haven’t posted anything in so long and these were in the drafts so here we are. Enjoy these random ideas that popped into my head. Trying to force myself to get into shorter form writing like drabbles and headcanons. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading! xo

Breakfast in bed - Angel (fluff)

“Daddy shhh! You gots ta be quiet.”

“Lo siento princesa.”

You fought to keep your eyes shut and not smile as they tried and failed at surprising you. You wouldn’t ruin their efforts so you just listened as they came into the bedroom and something was set on your nightstand.

It was silent for a moment before a ball of energy landed firmly on top of you, knocking the wind out of you and fully waking you up.

“Good morning mommy. I made you breakfast in bed.” Your beautiful little girl told you once she saw your eyes open.

A throat cleared and your eyes connected with your husband’s.

“Oh, Daddy helped too.” She added, getting comfortable in your lap as you sat up against your headboard and adjusted the bonnet on your head.

“Oh he did? Well thanks for helping Daddy.” You teased, as he took a seat on the bed next to you.

“Anything for you. Happy Mother’s Day.” Angel leaned in and kissed you on the lips once, twice, three times. The last peck lingered a little too long and the princess was not amused.

“Let her eat! The food is gonna get cold.” She grumbled, and you broke down in giggles. That daughter of yours was a sass machine and she stayed on her daddy’s head. He loved every bit of it.

“Okay, okay.” He relented, a grin on his face. Anything for his girls.

Coming home to a spotless clean house - Miguel (fluff)

As your driver pulled into the driveway of your large home, she sighed knowing your day had only just become. After a full day of work, she knew as soon as you stepped foot in the house you would need to pick up after the kids from their time running the nanny ragged. Then, you’d have to get dinner cooked before wrangling the kids to eat, bathe, and then sleep. No clue if you’d see your husband or if he was having a late night.

You loved your life. You loved your family. Sometimes things could just be a little tiring. But you put that smile on your face and you made your way into the house.

The quiet was the first thing to hit and surprise you. Your home was never this quiet at this time of day. You slowly walked further into the house, your nose guiding you to the kitchen where a delicious aroma caught your attention. As you rounded the corner, you were shocked to see your husband standing at the stove.

“Miguel?” You asked, confused at his presence and the state of the house. Everything was clean and put away. He was at home at a decent time and not off somewhere handling business. Something was going on.

“Hello mi amor.” He walked closer to you before grabbing your face and kissing your lips. You’d missed him today so you added a little pressure to the kiss, but it didn’t last long as there was a burning question on your mind.

“What’s going on? Where are the kids?” You asked, head swiveling, as soon as you ended the kiss, to see if you could spot them. You didn’t even notice Miguel maneuvering you onto one of the kitchen stools.

“The kids are in their rooms, dinner is cooking, the house is clean and you are going to enjoy this chardonnay I bought for you.” He handed you a glass and you took it without complaint. A sweet smile spread across your lips as you realized he did all of this for you.

“You do so many wonderful things for this family. I want you to enjoy your night to yourself. I will handle putting the children to bed and you will relax for the night. Your dinner should be done by the time I get back downstairs but in the meantime, I know you’ve been wanting to catch up on the new season of A Black Lady Sketch Show. It’s queued up in the living room.”

A kid wrangling free night? Your favorite tv show and wine? He already bought you everything you could ask for but this? This is so much better than any present he could have come up with. “How did I get so lucky?” You pondered, a dreamy smile on your face.

“I ask myself the same question every day. Happy Mother’s Day.” He replied, kissing you again before going to fulfill his promise.

Spa day for expectant mom - EZ (fluff)

Knowing what comes with being pregnant and actually experiencing the symptoms are two very different things. You don’t wanna say you underestimated things, but you were in the middle of your third trimester and you weren’t handling things very well.

“EZ!! EZEKIEL!” You hollered for him, from where you sat propped up on the couch. Your back was killing you, you couldn’t see your feet but you knew they were a hot mess, and you just generally felt uncomfortable. You knew it would all be worth it in the end, but the end was taking too damn long to get here.

Your boyfriend had been incredibly understanding of your constant mood swings. When you first told him you were pregnant, he went out and bought a bunch of pregnancy books. He was always reading one that first trimester. Angel would tease him and say he could just google everything, but EZ had always preferred having physical copies of text. He wanted to know everything you’d go through so he could help you deal with it.

You call him now and he doesn’t respond. You grow annoyed, but also slightly concerned because he never doesn’t answer you.

It took several tries but you manage to get yourself off the couch and head back towards your bedroom. When you push the door open, a wide smile breaks out on your face. The lights in the room were dimmed and your favorite candles were lit, bathing the room in a soothing scent. Songs from your ‘self care day’ playlist filled the otherwise silent air. On the bed was the biggest, fluffiest robe you’d ever seen in your life. There was also a basket filled with goodies including face masks, different color nail polish, massage oil, and your favorite snacks.

“What is all of this?” You asked your boyfriend who had almost as big a smile on his face as you did.

“You didn’t seriously think I’d just let your first Mother's Day go by with no acknowledgment, did you?”

You blinked somewhat in surprise. “I...I mean yeah I guess. My first Mother’s Day is next year. Baby Reyes isn’t even here yet.”

“So? You’re carrying our child. You gonna let me spoil you or you gonna keep making excuses why I can’t?” He asked, his eyebrow raised and a sly smirk on his face.

“Spoil away then.” You grinned, holding out a hand for him to take before pampering you for the rest of the night.

Cuddles - Bishop (angst, heed the tw up top please)

The ray from the television was the only light source illuminating the living room. You were laying on your side on the couch, eyes on the tv but not truly paying attention to it. The light from the tv reflected off the tear stains left in her cheeks.

Bishop came back from dealing with club stuff and leaned on the doorway just watching you. He knew it was a rough day for you. Everyday was hard, but today was especially hurtful. He’d be feeling the same way just next month.

He placed his kutte onto the armchair and slipped off his shoes before climbing over you. You jumped a little at his presence but he just gently nudged you up so he could squeeze between you and the back of the couch.

One arm slid under your head and the other rested on your waist as he settled in. The hand on your waist reached out and gently ran a thumb over the little face in the picture frame you held tightly in your hands.

“Our sweet boy.” He whispered, a sad smile on his face.

Your breath hitched and your shoulders began to shake as you silently cried. You missed him so much. The whole day you stayed inside hoping to avoid all the mother celebrations, but that didn’t help. The hurt ran deep and no amount of avoidance could stop it. This day was a special slap in the face and every year the last three years have been spent like this.

Bishop curled the arm under your head until his elbow laid on your clavicle. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you tight against him.

“You’ll always be his mother. That love is forever.” He softly but firmly stated before pecking your shoulder over and over.

You released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in at the feel of him squeezing you tightly. It was comforting. He was always holding you together. He understood your pain and even though it hurt worse some days than others, you knew you had to continue on.

But for right now, you would cry in your man’s arms and hope next year went better.

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[the-hinky-panda]

The Preacher's Wife Series (Hank Loza x OFC!Maggie Fox)

The Preacher’s Wife Series: Hank Loza x OFC (Maggie Fox)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: violence, sexual situations, religion, religious trauma, infidelity, toxic relationships

Summary: This is a side series to “Heroes.” Maggie is the younger sister of Stitches, the reader/OFC from “Heroes.” Married to a pastor of a megachurch, two kids, and constantly under the spotlight, Maggie longs for a life of freedom where she doesn’t have to hide who she is. She’s just waiting for the opportunity to leave. Then her older sister, the Mayans MC medic, introduces her to Hank Loza and he just might be her ticket out of her gilded cage.

Part I: The Meeting

Part 2: Big Bear Lake (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

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; you're mine

tranq loza x fem!reader. ⸺ useful links.

requests by @skyofficialxx and anon. Hiya darling. I’d like to request number 13 from your prompt list with hank if it’s not taken already. / Hola! Can I request prompt “I don’t fucking care. You’re supposed to be mine” with Tranq? Thank you! 😍

words. about 700.

warnings, tags. none.

a / n. sorry it took me an eternity to post it! none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.

You were talking with Rosario until Tranq has decided is enough conversation. As you're walking close to him, he grabs your forearm to push you onto him, making you fall on his lap. If it wasn't because you have good reflexes and you have covered the opening of your beer with your thumb, it would've been a disaster. You frown at him, feeling his arms wrapped around your waist possessively. A word that has never been part of his character.

“The hell are you doing, Hank?” You hiss turning enough to glance at his dark upset eyes.

“I swear if Pablo looks at you again, like that, I'm gonna set his bike on fire”. He whispers in response, dragging every word over his tongue, making an inappreciable gesture with his head.

Sideways you watch the other member regret trying to call your attention and earn some time alone, as soon as he sees El Pacificador marking his territory. You didn't notice it before because you were too occupied with your friends and controlling how many tequila shots your man was drinking.

“I don't get why you ca—”.

“I don’t fucking care. You’re supposed to be mine and no one is allowed to look at your body imagining how good it'd feel, besides me, preciosa. So for the rest of the night, you're gonna be sitting here. On my lap”.

You raise your eyebrows surprised and not really pleased by his order.

“What if I don't want to? Are you gonna set my bike on fire too?”

“What’s more relaxing than setting things on fire?”

“Jesus… Christ, Hank”. You snort trying to undo the tight wrap around your abdomen and waist, as a kid fighting against a wall. “Stop treating me like a fucking thing with your name on my face”.

“No”. He grunts sinking his nose on your neck. “You're only mine”.

“Por Dios santo, you're smothering me. Lemme go! ” You maneuver to stand up, turning at him with your arms crossed, earning Bishop and Taza's attention. “Two don't play if one doesn't want to, you idiot”.

Both men chuckle seeing his friend so damn pissed, watching you leave the clubhouse slamming shut the door. What the hell just happened? Is Tranq jealous? For real? No, he has to be joking. Nothing could annoy you more than his behavior a minute ago. Sipping your still fresh beer, back to the door, you hear it being opened and closed.

Bishop places an arm over your shoulders with a comical smirk on his lips, as he takes a drag from his cig. El Presidente tilts his head towards you for a second, letting escape a soft laugh. And he causes you to chuckle too.

“Pablo? Really?” You say incredulously, shaking your head.

“You look at your man, your big and terrifyingly peaceful man, and you think he doesn't have any insecurities. But, querida, he thinks your smart and beautiful ass is too good for him”. He replies with all his wisdom, resting his temple against yours. “Go inside, slap his head for being a pendejo, and then give him a kiss”.

Sighing through your nostrils, you simply nod taking another sip from your beer, making your way back indoors. Tranq knows he has fucked it up, pouting at you briefly as you walk closer and closer. But he wasn't expecting the slap to the back of his head, looking stupefied.

“I'm yours but not your property”. You point at him using your forefinger, leaning forward with a serious gesture drawn on you. Your husband assents ran out of words, having a seat by his side. “Don't act like that again, you hear me? I don't need any other man, I have enough bearing you twenty-four-seven”.

You're still annoyed, but Hank doesn't doubt placing an arm on your shoulder to kiss your cheek and murmur onto your ear. “I'm sorry. I lov—”.

“You love me, I know”. Puckering your lips, you sit over your left leg to turn at him. “And that's the only good thing I have. I wouldn't change it for anything”.

“You sure?”

“You wan'me to punch your face? 'Cause seems like you're asking for it”.

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Che + Joe

Prologue

Che 'Taza' Romero x Original Cis Male Character (Joseph Balik)

Author's Note: I've recently finished binge watching Mayans after originally only seeing the first seasons and losing interest. After watching the story line about David, I fell in love with Taza and was searching for fics with male readers or characters as the love interest but there are none that I could find so I decided to just write one myself.

I don't 100% know what the MC's opinions on queer people are because it's not entirely clear in the show so I'm making my own assumptions. Bishop is evidently not impressed when Che reveals his bisexuality and Isaac stated when talking to Coco that one of the two ways that will get you killed in the club is homosexual behaviour. Bishop's distain is a little muddled due to the fact that it is mixed with his reaction to finding out Che killed Riz so it's not entirely clear how much of the reaction was centred around Che's bisexuality. As well, when in confrontation with the Swole Boys, Angel refers to their bikes as ' homo-cycles', evidently displaying prejudice behaviour, referring to something you don't like as 'gay'. On the other hand, Bishop has never displayed any clear disgust for his ex-wife's queerness as she now is married to a woman after they split. So I'm going with that the Mayans don't outwardly, violently hate queer people and will be amicable with Joe but it is unacceptable within the club as enforced by their rules and members will display various micro-aggressions toward queer characters and queerness in general throughout the story. Some characters in and out of the MC will display more hostility towards queer characters so this is a warning for readers who may be triggered by homophobic ideals, language and actions. If any of you have any ideas or sentiments towards how you view the member's of the MC and their thought on the LGBTQIA+ community, feel free to share them with me.

Given Raoul's age of 63 in 2018, I'm placing Taza at about 60 years old. Joe, who is physically and a little personality wise based on Antoni Porowski, will be be about 41 years old.

Chapters in the future will be explicit but will contain warnings for anyone who may find that uncomfortable.

Warning: N/A currently

Words: 731

Summary: After years of struggle, Joseph Balik opens up a new cafe in the middle of Santo Padre. With the overwhelming presence of the Mayans, Joe is eager to keep out of their way. Plans are quickly altered when Vice Presidente literally crashes into Joe's life, sending both of their lives in to a chaotic spin

It didn’t take long for word of Malino’s to spread through Santo Padre. The town was slight enough to notice any new movement in a years old abandon shop front along the main road. With a breath of fresh air and bright façade in the arid desert environment, Malino’s was quickly overrun with customers eager to evaluate the new establishment.

Opening the café had been in the works for years. Having immigrated from Poland at a young age, Joe was no stranger to the teasing quips and mocking accents of the school yard. It didn’t take long before Joe was shifting the cadence of his speech in the hopes of sounding more akin to the smooth drawl of a regular Californian kid. Soon, everything that made Joe himself, had been replaced with the customs of a new country and the denial of his heritage. It had taken years for Joe to reconcile with the internalised distain for his differences.

It had been early college days at USC when Joe had met people who began to reshape his image of himself. Surrounded with those of unwavering pride in who they were and were they came from, he began to delve deeper into what he had stubbornly tried to push down since childhood. Through the revision of his culture, it had been the food of his homeland that had become the strongest connection in practicing and celebrating himself and where his family came from. This had quickly sparked a deep love for cooking and sharing his food with those he cared for.

This love had only blossomed from there. Soon abandoning previous life goals, Joe had begun to squirrel away any spare coin he could muster in the hopes of saving up enough to establish his own café while continuing his college degree. Despite set back after set back, he had achieved what had once only be a dream, now twenty years passed.

Joe had caught wind of the vacant store front in the southern Californian town of Santo Padre after months on the search. With a price point under budget, the decision to purchase was a no brainer. As a result, the store had been riddled with faults, covered in mould and filth with loose wires and damaged walls, leaving weeks of repairs and restorations. Despite this, Joe’s optimism had yet to falter with years of determination to back him up. With preparations finally at a close, Joe’s dream was coming to fruition in front of his eyes.

Through the first weeks of opening, Joe was hard pressed to find a moment of peace. Between juggling the financial aspects of running a café as well as managing staff and taking place as head baker, he was struggling to find sleep each night before 1 am. As a result, it wasn’t a surprise that Joe had found himself lacking all concentration on the job, discovering himself chest to chest with a man instead of delivering a customer’s apple tart.

Despite his new residence, it hadn’t been difficult for Joe to notice of the loud rumbling that would shake the streets of Santo Padre. The local charter of Mayans weren’t shy in showing off their rides, flashing their vest around town in the sweltering heat of the sun. That being said, Joe had been adamant in avoiding any of the men at all costs. It didn’t take a genius to assume what those men thought about men like him. While it was an assumption of their views on queer people, those assumptions may end up saving his life and Joe wasn’t about to chance that on the principle of giving others the benefit of the doubt and not assuming on their behalf, especially when it came to dangerous men in a motorcycle club.

However, after one look at this man, Joe had almost thrown the sentiment out the window. Their matched height had entitled a clear view of his deep brown eyes with a sight of his strong nose and thick facial hair. The intricate lines detailing his face had almost been entrancing enough for Joseph to forget to be embarrassed by the seconds previous collision and his current response to the Mayan in front of him. With a quick flick at the corner of his mouth, the man had clearly taken note of Joe’s intimidated, flustered reaction.

He was in for it now.

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