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FEBRUARY FLUFF — MANNY X READER X HAPPY LOWMAN.

A/N: Thank you to everyone that took the time out to vote for this thing! I’ve always wanted to write for happy but felt like I wouldn’t be able to do him any justice…this is just me brushing on him being in a relationship so I hope he wasn’t too OOC! Anyways hope you guys enjoy this!

WARNINGS: language, some angst—duh!, slight graphic violence right at the beginning, infidelity, age-gap, and me dipping into some smut?—Don’t get too excited 😆

*FIRST GIF BELONGS TO: @riosnecktattoo + the other doesn’t belong to me either!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: 48. "home doesn't feel like home anymore. you feel like home now."

𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢

with the new year just arriving you’ve been standing on business and keeping busy. You always believed in starting off big and ending with a bang but you didn’t actually want to start off February covered in: blood splatter on your face and brain matter falling onto your tall Chanel boots.

There goes that Christmas gift…

it was late and you were just finishing up at the new construction zone, touring the completed model home and agreeing to take it on as a property to sale. You were a real estate agent, one of the very best—if you did say so yourself—in the growing area of Charming and stood on that. Sure it’s name and it’s pretty views was part of what made Charming, charming but every city has its thorns.

Which led to a knife being pressed underneath your chin by a meth head who thought it would be fun to squat here. You weren’t sure how long he’s been hiding out in the home but it didn’t take him very long to attack after business was completed. Listen, you hardly went anywhere without your guard up but your bag was left in the kitchen, phone lost somewhere on the floor after the ambush, and your heart was going haywire while you held your breath, calculating how to handle this.

Before you could tune back into the addicts demands, you ripped your body away, cut on your chin as the knife slipped downwards just before the man fell forward. Your ears only heard ringing, taking up the once quiet of the night in the hills, and you slowly turned your attention to the person who quickly got you out of this messy situation.

Lowering their gun with gloved hands, there stood Manuel, “Manny,” Moreno. Once his long lash framed eyes fully sat on you, he’s shoving it back into his waistband and calls over his shoulder at the two men beside him, who spring into action to clean up their crime scene. He’s moving towards you now but you’re using the sleeve of the mesh new shirt you liked! to wipe away the blood from your face.

“Nu—

He starts to rest his hands on your upper arms but you shove him off, “I’m fine.”

There’s concern on his handsome features as he rasps, “Are you though?”

“It’s not my first time being around a dead body and I’m sure it won’t be my last.” You snap, “just wish it wasn’t fucking with my business but here we are.”

Manny dips his head at you, briefly glancing at his men who are shoving the body into a black bag, “yeah…sorry about that.”

You scoff at this and walk off to the half bath.

Manny hesitates to follow you but says to his men, “take him to the van and make sure y’all get everything spotless in here before we roll out.”

He stalks off in search of you, finding the half bathroom that has the door left open just a crack. Manny raps his knuckle against the door and he can hear you sigh over the water before you shut it off. He takes that as you being decent and pushes the door back with the tip of his shoe. You’ve rinsed and scrubbed your face but he knows when you get home, you’ll just go over that pretty skin even more.

“What’re you even doing here?” You ask, voice steady but there’s a slight shake in your shoulders before you stretch them back and straighten up your posture.

Manny lifts his own as if it’s obvious, “same as you, business.”

“No shit, smart ass! I’m talking about in this area…didn’t you take your spaceship back to AZ where you belong?” You bite but Manny finds that second half amusing.

Manny leans against the doorway, watching your reflection in the mirror, “nah…things changed and put me into a new perspective…so we decided a move to Stockton permanently was the best option.”

That was about fifteen minutes away from Charming.

You felt your eye twitch at this new information as it was your turn to fire off, “How long have you been here?”

Manny seemed to instantly grasp what you were getting at but knew there was no sense in lying as he exhaled through his pierced nose before holding your stare, “Only a couple of weeks.”

Pressing a tongue into your cheek you huff, “a phone call would have been nice.”

Manny lightly sucked his teeth, “Would you have picked up?”

“Probably not but a voicemail or even a damn text would do…unless you also were not expecting to see me here?” You questioned, although part of you had a feeling what that answer would be.

Manny is quiet for a moment and you scoff again. Whipping around with your backside pressing into the sink, arms spread out along the counter you burn your eyes into the man you shared history with. Once upon a time you used to look at him with such light in your eyes but the universe can show you just how wicked people can be. You’ve been on your healing journey and perhaps it can’t all be resolved by your expiration date but it was worth trying…yet the most high knows just how troubling it was for you.

it was difficult when the man you used to be in love with was back to his old tricks like: showing up when you were trying your best to forget his existence. You truly didn’t think you could even if you prayed hard enough while considering so many factors.

“The sons are a conflict and I’m just glad i got here in time.” Was all he said as confirmation.

You’re rolling your eyes, “oh my knight and shining armor! You think I wouldn’t be able to handle myself?”

Manny shakes his head, “Never that, I know exactly what you’re capable of but you hesistated and a thank you would be cool in my book.”

“And you not being a piece of shit would be even better,” you point into his forehead, leaving Manny to lean away from your jabbing nail until you’re shoving your way by, wanting nothing more than to get home and away from him.

Your stomach was churning just being in the same space as him again and you were trying to keep your anger calm but it was increasingly difficult the longer you spoke with Manny.

Moving around the living room, you’re down on your knees searching for the fallen phone and find it just underneath the couch. Bringing it back to your attention, you’re reminded of what last texts you were sending to your agency, (now ready to tell them another story but ultimately knew you probably couldn’t) before being shoved over the couch and then yanked back into the hands of the deceased.

“Look…you can say whatever you want about me but I don’t appreciate your abuelo being around my kid.” Manny tells you and you feel your blood pulsating as you whip your head around.

“What?!” You hiss, head pushed forward in hopes to help you make sense of where this conversation was going.

Manny chews on his bottom lip, “I said—

“I heard what you said,” you got to your feet, “but what makes you think I wanna hear it?”

“You don’t have to want to but I’m gonna tell you anyway.” Manny clasps his hands in front of him, already on defense.

Throwing your head back in laughter you say, “let me tell you something, Manuel. You don’t get to step in whenever it’s convenient for you, which is barely, thinking shit is going to be sweet just because you’re in your feelings about an actual man stepping in taking your place. That same place you didn’t even want, mind you.”

Manny quirked up a brow, “that bag of bones ain’t doin’ shit but getting his gravesite ready. You think that’s cool having that old head raise my kid?”

“What kid?” You quiz, “oh you mean the most adorable three year old girl that you first tried to deny because of something we both did? That same kid you thought was a mistake? The one you tried to hide from your wife? yet she’s the one who had the balls to reach out and want Aya to have a relationship with her big sister, Marbella?”

Manny tightens his jaw as the men are trying their best not to send him any looks as they’re using solution to clean up the hardwood floors. He’s rubbing at his jaw in irritation that his private business was being aired out like this but he’s the one who knew this conversation was going to be had at some point.

Manny’s wife, Lígia was the one to encourage this move. To push Manny to be the man he says he is and shown that he is. She always believed in him when he knew he didn’t deserve it. His wife had unmatched strength with all the deceit he brought into their home and he was just thankful she didn’t take Bella or her love away from him. He knew how shitty it sounded considering that he actually had a friendship with you some time ago—way before he even took those vows. The old him wasn’t as trustworthy and he wanted to try to be now, at least he was according to his brothers but he had his share of dirt. Nobody’s ever perfect inside or outside the club. He’s been married for eight years, had a six year old named Marbella with Lígia and a three year old named Aya out of infidelity with you.

It was always a tough pill for Manny to swallow even until this day. He felt like maybe he took advantage of your heart, promising at the beginning that it would all just be for fun with two friends messing around but you fell fast and even harder when he found Lígia. That was supposed to be you but it never happened. it was something you commonly did, the whole handing your heart over on a silver platter in hopes that your partner would do just the same. Manny ignorantly thought it had to do with the age difference. Now here the both of you stood with you at your early thirties and him approaching forty but this wasn’t the first time he’s ever mentioned this to you.

Manny knew how deeply you cared about him but he still went forth with his marriage and he still wanted you there. As down bad for Manny as you once were, you didn’t want to burst into flames watching Manny seal his love with someone that wasn’t you. Sure you weren’t proud to talk about how foolish you were but it wasn’t a secret like Manny tried to make it out to be. He really wasn’t as smart as he thought, honestly. It wasn’t all about pointing fingers, you had to find your worth, knowing that if Manny really cared about you he wouldn’t have strung you along with false promises. Eventually you knew when to step away for good but of course a pregnancy dragged you right on back until manny showed just how much he didn’t care enough to be there as much as he could for Aya.

Yes it was hard being in two different states now and you for damn sure wouldn’t be uprooting back to Arizona. To make it easier for Manny. He was going to have to put in the effort but instead he’s been here for weeks and his focus is on who Aya is being nurtured by?

He nudges his head, “let’s talk in the kitchen.”

You don’t argue because your bag is in there and you’re itching to get out. Briefly glancing through your bag to make sure your contents were still in there, you lift your head and exhale.

“I know it’s been rough,” Manny rasps as he leans over the large counter, “and I’ve got a lot of things in this world to be apologetic for but I’m here now and I would appreciate it if you would allow me to be there for Aya.”

You hold his stare, “I’d never deprive you of having a relationship with her because of how you treated me. It’s the way you went about everything else and now want to switch up because your wife gave you the okay? is what doesn’t sit right with me.”

Manny sighs aware that this is partly true, yes Lígia gave him the push but he had to learn how to face his truth on his own, “I know I fucked up and I’m sorry—i—just didnt want to be a failure of a husband and father to them but in return I treated y’all like you two didn’t matter. Which is the farthest thing from true. I’ll always be sorry for that time lost…which is why I’m here now.”

‘For how long?’ You thought to yourself.

It wasn’t time to be selfish because Aya deserved to get to know Manny regardless of how young she is at this time. You would have done anything to have more time with your dad if you could and honestly you wanted Aya to determine her own stance with Manny in due time.

For however long that’ll be.

Taking a deep inhale you shrug, “okay…when do you want to see her?”

“As soon as possible,” Manny perks up, “I actually can head your way now—

You grab your jacket, hooking it over your arm before grabbing your bag, “Aya’s not home. She’s spending the night with my mom and Rudy.”

Manny nods as he’s muttering, “right…I guess you and Mr. ‘I’ve fallen and can’t get up,’ probably have big plans tonight.”

Now why did he have to go and say that? Did he see you worrying about his wife or attacking her?

“Excuse me?”

Manny blinks not in the slightest bit worried about your tone, “you know tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day right? You used to love it.”

That holiday came around much faster than you remembered and you showed no emotion at Manny recalling one of your favorite holidays.

“I didn’t forget.” Was all that you said but it was clear Manny didn’t believe that, laughing to himself.

Manny sniffs as he talks once more, “right so…I’ll have the day off tomorrow, so maybe I’ll slide through and grab Aya from your moms and step dad’s and we can have some bonding time—just us three I swear.”

See how he just assumed that you would bring Lígia up? Of course you didn’t think you would one hundred percent be comfortable with that although she did reach out to you but you can never underestimate anyone. The both of you shared words before over the phone prior to the talk about Aya (mostly about you reaching out too much to a married man, although you tried to brush it off with just being besties but Lígia put the boundaries up for Manny since he wouldn’t) but it was never on sight. Lígia made sure of that which in your mind, you labeled that as her being scary of having a convo face to face but she just wanted you out of Manny’s life as it would create more problems for them.

She took it up more with Manny you heard…but she still should have been worried about you fucking her man even after they said, ‘I do.’

“Good luck with that,” you snort already aware how your mother felt about him, “she wont let Aya out of her sight.”

Manny shrugs, “I’ll figure it out.”

You saw something different in his eyes this year. There was a swirl of dedication in them the longer you stared and you didn’t want to get your hopes up. However you would give your mother a heads up since Manny probably already knew where she resided with your step-father. Manny was good at playing at not caring ever since he got into the club and chose to get married but you knew he couldn’t be that heartless. Sure he sent birthday cards here and there once he came to terms with Aya being his and even responded when you thought about child support.

The thing was he just didn’t show up whenever he was near by doing club business. It was the bare minimum and he chose not to. Manny claimed that moving here had partly to do with doing right by Aya and that’s all you could ask for. It still left a nasty taste in your mouth that Lígia got him to step up but that was your own personal problem not Aya’s.

“Alright then,” you start to make your exit until he says…

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Nubia.” His voice is gentle and you expect the tenderness in his tone to make you feel something but surprisingly it doesn’t as he continues, “take care of that cut and don’t forget to pick up something nice for abuelo on your way home.”

You halted but kept your gaze straight, “don’t worry, he’ll give me more than you ever could.”

Which left Manny nodding at your words, rubbing the tension from his jaw as he watched you walk away from him but certainly not for good in his eyes.

Making a stop was not on your to do list tonight but you stopped at your best friend’s lab to shower, take care of the scratch on your chin that would heal in a few days, get tested thanks to being exposed to blood—sadly while being asked a bunch of questions from the worry wart of a best friend that you had but you simply gave her a synopsis before making your way back home after a few texts to your mom and your man.

The drive was a bit longer since you had to go in the opposite direction to get a decent shower but it was what you needed. Eventually you made it through the suburbs and pulled your car right into the open garage beside the familiar bike. Reaching for the sun visor and pressing on the remote, you’re closing the garage door behind you and take a few more seconds to yourself before climbing out.

Each step you took towards the door you hoped the tension erased. The first door was left unlocked while you carried up the stairs, tiredly before unlocking the top door yourself. You don’t even peek to the right where your bedroom is, dumping your items right into the living chair before being greeted by Ope knocking into your legs for attention.

“Hey,” you greet the pit as you scratch behind his ears with a small smile, “you have a good day today? I’m sure you did since you don’t have any bills to pay.”

He barks at you, wagging his tail before running to head up the stairs. Letting out a yawn you raise your arms above your head, cracking the space in between your shoulder blades and blow out a breath as you drag your eyes from the window and to your left.

There Happy stands in what most would find a creepy demeanor. He’s watching you, almost analyzing but you greet him first before he can suspect anything, “hey.”

“Hey,” he blinks almost as if he has to remind himself, “what’s with the change of clothes?”

You frown, peering down although you’re aware what you left the house in but was unsure how Happy knew what you were wearing since his day started earlier than yours today.

“You left the damn shoe box out in the middle of the floor,” he responses in his usual gruff voice, “almost broke my fucken neck.”

Stepping to the bald man with the dark eyes, you wrap your arms around his waist burying your head into his chest to listen to the beat beneath it. “Sorry about that hun, I was rushing this morning.”

“Yeah, I figured.” Happy rests one hand on the middle of your back, squeezing you firmly to his frame.

The both of you hold onto each other for just a little awhile. This was all that you needed, to be in the arms of the man you could trust to be upfront with you and loving despite what the streets labeled him as. It’s not that it didn’t matter but at least you felt sure about this relationship—which didn’t sit right to some but you were grown enough to know what you wanted.

“I need to show you something.” Happy says now rubbing your back in circles, almost as if sensing you had a long day.

You squeeze him with your eyes shut, “is it a sweet chili wing dinner?”

“Better,” happy comments with a smirk as you peer up at him.

Turning your eyes into slits you don’t say much as Happy removes his hand from your back to slip his arm across your shoulders. Leading the way to your bedroom, you’re hit with the satisfying scent of brown sugar and fig, a thick patchwork towel spread out along the bed, and propped up pillows right along the center of the headboard.

“What’s this?”

“Strip,” happy demands from beside you while you frown.

“For…”

Happy rolls his eyes, “stop askin’ questions woman and get naked.”

Giving him a look you turn towards him, fist pressed into your hip while Happy can’t help but to let a smile slip past his lips, faint dimples appearing right with it.

“…am I getting naked by myself or…?”

“if you’re lucky,” happy grips the side of your neck and squeezes, “but first I’m taking care of you with a full body massage.”

A smile breaks out onto your lips now, “aw, happy—

“Don’t get all fucken mushy on me,” happy jeers as you go to scratch the white scruff on his face, “now strip and get your ass over there.”

“You could say please,” you tease kicking off your trainers first followed by Happy doing the honors of yanking up your crewneck.

Laughing to yourself at Happy’s impatience, you guess he’s been waiting a good amount of time for you get home so he could do this. He nods to the bed where you plop down and he lets own a low whistle along with a motion of his finger, “on your belly baby, you know the drill.”

“Oh?” You wink, while Happy grins at you.

Twisting your body, you crawl closer to the pillows, prepared to rest on your stomach but not without catching sight of some oil and flower petals resting in a wooden bowl. Call yourself impressed as you reach into the nightstand to grab your bonnet to slip over your hair.

“I need to be prepared too, hap.” You announce while the said man snickers to himself.

Resting your cheek against the soft pillows you close your eyes, feeling the bed dip and your man hovering over you. His lips are by your ear as he says, “I’ll always take care of you.”

And you believe him.

Happy’s touch is always rough but careful when it comes to you. You keep your eyes closed, body sinking into the comfort of the blanket and the roominess of your shared bed. His fingertips slip between your bra and skin, lifting the garment upwards before messing with the clasp. Being free from that trap makes you feel better already but there’s goosebumps as Happy trails a fingertip down your spine, against the dark art in Arabic that decorates your skin just right.

His hands are on the waistband of your leggings now and he doesn’t say much, he never does, making sure his movements are precise and swift; slipping a hand underneath you, lifting your hips with one arm while he uses the other to remove your leggings for you. The house is always toasty, just warm enough for the both of you during this comfortable but breezy winter but the goosebumps always arise once your skin is bare and underneath the gaze of the man you had no problem calling yours.

You’re left in your underwear and bonnet just the way Happy likes it—occasionally in your Mumu’s (don’t knock it until you try it ladies!) too but for tonight’s purposes? This would be his first choice to keep locked in his memory. He’s reaching over you again, rough fingertips grasping the bowl to tip it right over your skin. You don’t predict it to be warm and it almost makes you flinch but it’s soon smoothened out once happy’s touch is applied.

He starts at your shoulders first, where there seems to be the most tension. Just the right amount of pressure had you squirming but he knows you can take it, knowing just when to ease off, trailing his touch down your arms and interlocking his fingers with yours that are buried beneath the pillows. Then he’s back at it, tackling the knots and backing away towards your spine and going right back to make sure he’s doing his job.

Happy’s always loved your legs, especially when they’re slamming back against his, but this time he has to make sure they’re ready for what’s to come. You’re always on your feet showcasing homes or hunched over a desk so he knows your shoulders and legs would be the most problematic but it’s not like he’s worried.

“Hold on for me, lady.” He warns you just as he jams his thumbs over your upper thighs, making you groan and lift your foot up in protest.

He smacks it back down against the bed, noting that he would get to that later. However he knows your body pretty well so he attempts to keep your mind off the soreness that releases, “…want to tell me about your day?”

Happy’s not the biggest talker but based on research and with his own experience with his mother, he knows directing the conversation elsewhere helps people get through it. Which is a huge contrast when it comes to his job of getting some answers if you get what I’m saying…

“Only if you tell me about yours,” you huff twisting your body to the right in pain but Happy has no problem sitting right on your ass.

Happy snorts, “know i can’t tell you all those details, lady.”

You laugh a bit, “not sure id want to hear the graphics anyways,” relaxing a bit as he switches to his right and your left, which seems to be less painful, “Manny’s back and wants to attempt a relationship with Aya but I don’t want to be the bitch that keeps her away when he’s the one who pushed us away at the start. Yet he has all these standards and preachings with the damn club but couldn’t acknowledge his kid because he screwed around on his wife with me multiple times. I’m scared and don’t want Aya to grow up getting her heart stomped on by a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

Happy is listening but he doesn’t respond right away. He couldn’t care less about manny the shitty Mayan to be honest and Happy honestly never saw himself being a father—if that’s what you and Aya considered him as! he was more of a pet dad, and even fell in love with your pet snake, Bingo first before having the chance to meet the curious light hearted toddler with the wide doll-like eyes and pretty long eyelashes who had wind chimes for a laughter box. Granted Happy’s only been around for almost a year but as much as he cared about you, caring about Aya was just a bonus.

This manny punk missed out and you were better than happy. If happy had a woman that didn’t step up for their kid, she’d probably be six feet under—in pieces. However he was the killer out of the couple whereas you said your peace and expected that to be done while still hurting over situations. If situations kept being pressed? That’s when things had the potential to go left on your terms.

“We’ll make sure it won’t,” happy says running his hands down to your ankles now and you’re almost sinking into the bed at his words.

“You genuinely mean that, hap?” Your voice wavering and that makes happy do a sharp turn to glance at you.

He’s moving now, gripping your shoulder and flipping you over to meet your gaze which slowly opens, body aware that you need to have eye contact as he speaks with you. Happy’s hovering over you, palms down by the side of your head as his dark eyes pierce into yours, “have I ever shown you any different? I’m nowhere near that motherfucker and I don’t plan on leaving you…either of you…at least not on purpose.”

There’s that honesty you couldn’t hate.

Your mother and step-father didn’t know exactly what Happy was into but they knew it was anything but good. Of course they opposed the entire thing and also didn’t want him around Aya, which you took precaution of since you were unaware if this would last but it has so far. There was only one way this relationship would end and that’s something the both of you vowed. Something the both of you swore to take seriously. There was also an age-gap just like you and manny but the difference was: love was actually in the room.

“What if you just up and decide you wanna go back to Tacoma, cutting all ties with us? People change their minds all the time you know?” You hated being vulnerable like this but having your heart on your sleeve shouldn’t be a crime.

Happy shrugged, “then I’ll take you guys with me. home doesn't feel like home anymore. you feel like home now."

Your eyes flick back up and a watery smile is present as Happy brushes his lips against yours. Before he reaches up to yank the bonnet over your eyes, “even this raggedy bonnet feels like home.”

He’s grinning while you laugh a bit then lift it up and peek up at him, “not too much now—but I love you anyways.”

Happy dips his head in agreement.

Which makes you reach up to caress his head as if it were your own personal crystal ball and Happy knows just what you’re thinking, wiggling his head from your grasp. “Since you want to be grabby…why don’t you let me massage something else?”

He pats just below with a delivish smirk, “ain’t love day tomorrow?”

“Is it now?” You curl your hand behind your head, “Was this your whole plan?”

Happy shrugs, “I’d get you under me one way or another regardless.”

“Look at you being so damn sure of yourself!”

“Yeah I am. No toddler in the house, a nice massage, me tending to our pussy, and a second meal afterwards? Sounds good to me.” Happy ticks off with his fingers.

You snort, “well when you put it that way? Oh how romantic!”

“I did good though?” Happy questions, a flick of doubt appearing over his face before it’s gone.

You reassure running your thumb over his cheek, “Yeah you did, you’re great with your hands.”

“And I still want to use ‘em.”

“Only if you get my Valentine’s Day gift for you?”

Happy frowns, “That bouncy heart headband?”

“How did you?” You started but shake your head knowing not to question it, “that wasn’t for you that was for Aya.”

“Then where is mine?”

“See, that’s what happens when you go snooping.” You laugh.

Happy slaps your thigh, “well?”

“It’s nothing big but it’s under Aya’s bed because I knew you wouldn’t look there.”

Happy sharply exhaled through his nose and backs away with you. “Don’t move,” he warns stomping out of the room and up the few steps to Aya’s room.

Snuggling back into the bed, you await for Happy’s return with the glitter red box. It’s already open as he tosses tissue paper onto the floor, and holds up one rubber item.

“Pound town ticket,” happy is smirking at you and tosses it right on your body watching as it lands on your torso, “don’t mind if I do and I get two? We’ll use the second one tomorrow.”

You laugh as you pick up the item and give it a kiss before placing it on the night stand. Sitting up on your elbows and you smile as Happy keeps digging through the box to find the personalized boxers.

“Oh shit, look at these!” Happy holds them up, showing the black underwear with hearts printed all over front and back with the middle having your face and a drawn body hugging around where his junk would be.

Asking the man, “You like the cheesy little gift?”

“Hell yeah, it’s stupid but I’m gonna wear these—

“Now?” You pry.

Happy sucks his teeth, “no not now! I’m trying to get out these jeans and into my home.”

Laying back, you lift your feet and spread your legs, peering at Happy, “come on in then.”

The darkening of Happy’s eyes means you don’t have to tell him twice as he chucks the box to the side, licking his lips as his eyes remain locked on you. You enjoy the view as well as Happy hooks his hands through the belt hoops of his jeans, his v-cut being prominent that you have to bite down on your bottom lip, watching him get out of them just as fast as he’s charging over to the bed.

Squealing you welcome him into your arms after he yanks on your ankles, toppling right on top of your body. You always love when he puts if not all but most of his weight on you, burying you into the sheets while he nips at your shoulder and places an open mouthed kiss against your neck. He loves the way you smell naturally or even fresh from a shower. Always like the fresh start of spring, like a harsh rain, cucumbers, and floral—like your favorite flowers that you’re allergic to, lilies.

You always smell soft despite the resting bitch face you have. And he always cares for you just right. That same feeling is evident when he spends time on your breasts, caressing the roundness of your face while sucking and biting. He even runs his tongue over the fresh scratch on your chin and that almost makes you pry your eyes open but your focus is always directed elsewhere once Happy has his hands on you. You’re at his mercy before he’s even inside you but Happy times everything right.

Knows when to tease and get you ready for him. Majority of the time its difficult to have these times together with a young child in the house, Ope trying to cock block, or both of your jobs getting in the way but when you do, it’s best to savor these moments.

With your legs in the air like the letter V to match his hips, body shuddering with Happy holding you right against him at the edge of the bed, he isn’t quick to move like normally. He wants you to feel every inch and he wants to feel just how you were made for him.

Only him.

𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢

February fluff anthology prompts continues here.

#Spotify #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy x reader #happy lowman #happy Lowman x black reader #happy lowman x reader #Mayans mc #mayans mc x reader #manny mayans mc #manny mayans #manny mayans mc x reader #manny mayans x reader #manny mayans mc x black reader #david labrava #manny montana #February prompts #February fluff #queued

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hennyjwrites · 6 months

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No but CoCo with his baby girl😍 She’s a major daddy’s girl and doesn’t like that he puts her down.

Coco walked out of the bathroom and immediately towards the screaming 10 month old who had just learned to sit up on her own. She was sitting in her mothers lap who tried to soothe her but i wasn't working.

“Whatchu doing all that screaming for mija?” Coco asked, pulling the child into his arms after she started to reach for him. She was going through a little phase of always wanting to be held, but in this case she only wanted to be held by her father. Coco was willing to hold her all day and night to keep her happy. Coco whispered gentle and loving words into her ear as he rocked her around the room.

Y/n sat on the bed, following Coco around the room with her eyes. All his tattoos were on display because their baby still valued skin to skin. She fell in love all over again as she watched her baby y/d/n lay her head down on her daddy's chest, and as Coco went to smooth down her curls.

As the baby was drifting to sleep, Coco handed her to his wife. Y/d/n immediately started to whine, as Coco got comfortable in the bed. He immediately took y/d/n back and laid her on his chest, as he laid back on the many pillows.

“You're so good with her.” Y/n whispered, smiling lovingly. Coco smiled at her.

“Thank you querida.” He whispered. He's got what he wanted. He went from a lowlife jailbird to a family man. He wouldn't have it any other way.

#black reader #coco cruz x reader #coco x reader #mayans x reader #mayans imagine

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sleepycreamcola · 1 year

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Soft morning Namor drabble

He would do this shiiiiiiiitttttt 😭

“Good morning in yakunaj” Namor whispers in your ear. His fingers brush over your cheek and caress your neck. “How did you sleep?” He asks, kissing your cheek. “Perfectly,” you sigh. “Perfect.” He smiles.

Namor leans over you and starts to press tender kisses across your face. Soft, slow, full of love, admiration. Your forehead, nose, cheeks, lips, chin. Taking hold of your hand he presses those same tender kisses to each finger, your palm, wrist, up your arm. “What are you doing?” You giggle. Kissing your bicep, he looks up at you with those deep chocolate eyes. “I’m loving you.” He kisses your shoulder. “In reina, in yakunaj” Namor whispers into your skin.

In yakunaj - my love In reina - my queen

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remuslupinsdaughter · 3 months

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New Masterlist

Here’s where you’ll find everything I’ve written 🙂

Marvel

Natasha Romanoff

The winterwidows child

Bucky Barnes

The winterwidows child

Frank castle

Protect her

Part one part two part three part four

Criminal minds

Miss momma

Will LaMontagne Jr

Miss momma

Derek Morgan

Suspended

Hospital stays and side effects

Aaron Hotchner

All too much

Hiding from school

Sons of anarchy

Protection

Part one part two part three

Happy Lowmann

Harley Lowmann

Part one Part two

Bloody hands

Mayans M.C.

Angel Reyes

Daddy’s girl

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin

Scared me

Nightmares

Under the weather

Not good enough

Dad Remus headcannons

Christmas

Scared of the bad man

Sirius Black

Nightmares

As long as you need

Scared of the bad man

The Walking Dead

Negan

Scraped knees and kisses better

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Molly Shelby

Part one Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

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xblackreader · 1 year

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EVERYONE ‼️

🎊CONGRATULATE THE ATTOYE (attuma x okoye) COMMUNITY 🎉

BECAUSE….

Attoye Has officially breached 100 fics and is OUT of the rare pair category! 👏🏾👏🏾🎉🎉🎉🎊

ENJOY ALL 100 FICS HERE! ⬇️

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hotdilfs11 · 4 months

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.　　. 　 ˚　. Have we got our lines crossed? - Don’t waste my time, Victor Lundberg (pt 2)

✩ parings. (blk!reader x Rio)

✩ summary. Valarie was secretly a gang leader, and no one knew about it; however, she retired due to the FBI following her around for the past five years. Rio is a gang leader that her best friends work for; however, he has feelings for Valarie, but she doesn't really have them for Rio. Is she going to fall in love with him, or will they be at war?

✩ warnings. cursing, threats

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We went to this cute little bar Rio says he always goes to. It's old, vintage and there's not that many people here today, especially at 5pm. It's weird but I don’t care because honestly I’m trying to get this shit over with. The floor and its tables have an old yet modern dark mahogany hue to it as for the stools and booths are burgundy with a bit of shine to it. Anyway we walk into the door and he nods to this mysterious guy standing at the bar. We sat down at a booth across from each other. I sit up straight and intertwin my fingers together as for Rio, he just sinks into the booth, relaxing like he’s on a vacation not giving a care in the world. We sit in silence for a minute until he says. “So…” he pauses trying to gather his words together. He looks up at me “what do you need Valerie”

“I want you to let us back in” I said nonchalantly without breaking eye contact. He lets out a soft laugh “So you think…you can come around barking orders like that?”

“Yup what's so funny about it” I said cockly, shrugging my shoulders. “You really think this is a game,” he says. I shrugged my shoulders again at him with a mean look on my face still making serious eye contact with him. “No I don-” I announced but he cuts me off in the middle of my sentence “yes you do because you bitches are amateurs and I’m not risking my business for amateurs”

I look at him with a smile forming on my face as I start busting out laughing in his face. His eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted slightly to the side with confusion smeared on his face. I put my hand to my face, covering my smudged smile as my giggles echoed throughout the empty bar. He rubbed his face in frustration “what's funny?” he demanded.

A few chuckles escaped from my mouth “so you think this is my first rodeo huh?” I said as I pointed at him for a second. He dismisses what I said by shrugging his shoulders in a cold manner. “What makes you think that doing something like this only once makes you a pro? Baby you got this twisted if you think-”

I cut him off as I let out a small chuckle “nah you got it twisted Rio, do you realize that I’m bigger than whatever your fucking doing, you’re an amateur to me” I start leaning towards him “you’re staring at one of the biggest gang leader youve ever. fucking. met”

He looks away from me “oh really?” he looks back at me as his voice depends. I let out another small chuckle “yeah Christopher don’t get this shit twisted” He looks at me with a blank stare trying to fathom what I just said to him because the thing is that he never told any of us his first name or anything about

him at all. So seeing him looking at me with his eyes slightly widened and surprised about what I said. He looks away from me for a quick second as he straightens his posterior, nodding his head slowly at me. He turned his head back around and looked me in the eyes again. “Ok so here's the deal…how about I let you guys back in but in return I get a date” he demands in his husky voice as he shifts a little in his seat.

My eyes widened and my cheeks started to form a warm red hue as my body grew tense.“You want a what?” I questioned him in a low voice. He nodded his head slowly with a smudged smirk on his face. “What are we in fucking high school Rio!” I exclaimed

He let out a low degrading laugh, shrugging his shoulders “it’s up to you ma” he said and all I did was give him a blank stare.

Beth's House-

I got to Beth's house around 7:30ish and the sun just went down. It was practically dark and the murky streetlights came on as I walked up Beth's longing brick stairs. I was kinda tired and I just wanted to relax, however, I had to tell them what Rio said to me. I opened the shiney creaking knob to the deep oak tall door revealing the entryway to her house. My heels echoed throughout the surprisingly quiet house, entering the living room seeing the girls sitting on the off white chair with blue patterns on the pillows. There was another off white chair with the same pattern to it and they both had pillows in the middle of the both of them. Annie was on the smaller couch while Beth and Ruby on the lounger couch, a glass of wine in all three of their hands, relaxing with blissful smiles on their faces. When they heard me walk in the living room slowly they both cocked their heads towards me with smiles still on their faces.

“Hey Val” Ruby exclaimed with excitement on her face. I looked at her with a lazy smile on my face as I took my black trench coat off, throwing it on the coach carelessly. “Hey guys” I said as a low sigh poured out my mouth. I plopped down on the couch beeside Ruby, laying my head down on her shoulder. I felt a cold hand softly touch my back.

“What's wrong?” Beth said in a semi serious tone.

“He said that he’ll let you guys back in,” I mumbled. I saw Annies head pop up in the corner of my eye with her arms pointed in my direction. “That's good though right?” she questioned. I lifted my head up in a swift motion looking at her “However…” They all groaned at those words, knowing that there's a twist to it.

“He wants me to go on a fucking date on him”

I looked at all of them, seeing the confused yet surprised look on their faces as they looked at each other one by one. “What?” Beth screeched as she tilted her head in confusion.

Ruby gave me a blank stare “Are you serious?” she shouted. I nodded my head at her with a dumbfounded expression plastered on my face.

I mean…” Annie said hesitantly with her eyebrows furrowed with worry as she started anxiously wrestling with the tip of her sleeve . She paused for a moment looking at the ground trying to gather her words as we just all looked at her waiting for a response to fall out her mouth.

She sighed harshly looking at me “I mean you have to right? we all need the money and it's only one date, Valarie.” Everyone looked at me as worry filled their eyes rapidly and when I stared at them I started to frown in anger and also in panic. I wasn’t scared of Rio, it's just the idea of going out with him. Everyone was just staring at me in a blank stare waiting for my response. I rolled my eyes “no…not with him”

They all look at me with a sadeend look on their faces with a dash of worry and now I’m full of guilt. I felt bad so I agreed to go out with Rio. I know they’re desperate for the money, especially my sister and at this point I don’t want my pride to get to me because I tend to do that. So now I’m getting ready at Beth's house for the date. We’re apparently going to this fancy restaurant like I care less, however when I called him that day he sounded so amazing on the phone and to be honest I hope this date goes a bit well.

I'm in Beth's bedroom, putting on my heels. I’m wearing a black fitted dress with a gold necklace and black stilettos. I have a soft brown smokey eye and red lipstick on—not too much or too little. All I’m trying to do is impress him a little so my girls can get some money. When I finished putting on my heels, I heard a soft knock on the bedroom door. “You ready?” Beth announced as she entered the room slowly with a small smile on her face. I looked up at her, nodding my head with a weary smile on my face. Beth walked closer to me, and I stood up quickly. I try to fix my dress, tugging the slides of my dress down, trying to make myself more comfortable. She looks at me with a smile still painted on her face. “You look great, Val,” she sincerely says. I looked down to my feet. “Thank you,” I said quietly, looking back up at her. My stomach started fluttering chaotically, making me feel sick. The piercing ring flew throughout the whole house, and as we both heard that sound, we looked at each other dead in the eye, full of worry and anguish. My breath starts to accelerate, and my eyes widen while I stare at Beth with a semi-shocked look on my face. Beth's head turned quickly towards the sound of three bells, staring out into the hallway for what felt like hours, but it was only a couple of seconds. The aching pitch of the doorbell echoed throughout the house again, causing me to feel nauseous. Beth looked back at me and gave me a gentle nod as she guided me downstairs. I took baby steps towards what felt like a magnanimous door. I grabbed the doorknob and slowly turned it, revealing him. Rio, and to be honest with you, he looked better than he ever did. He wore a black button-up that hugged around the curve of his arms, showing off his well-defined silhouette. The fabric of his shirt wrapped around his shoulders without being overly tight. His confidence went through the roof with his back straight as he stood there calmly at the door. He also wore some black dress pants that fit his lower body, along with a pair of dress shoes and a black trench coat. His facial expression was soft when I opened the door. His eyes swept my body, sending a chill through my spine as the butterflies in my stomach grew bigger and bigger. I let out a big breath as I gazed into his cold, hard eyes.

“Hey Ma." I stood still when I heard the sound of his raspy voice flutter rapidly in the air. His presence slightly suffocated me, and I wasn’t sure about going, but I was doing it for my girls, not for me. I looked back at the girls staring at me with a worried frown on their faces, but I reassured them with a weary smile. I grabbed my coat, fixed my posture, and looked back at Rio with a cold glare on my face as I

walked towards him “Lets go” I sighed harshly, walking out the door and past where he was standing. I felt his presence creep up behind me as he started walking beside me.

When we got to his car, I tried to open the door myself; instead, he got to it first and opened the door for me. I nodded “thank you” and hopped in his car. He got on the driver's side and started the car. The engine roared as we raced down the highway. I glanced at him, and out of curiosity, I asked, “Where are we going anyway?" He looked at me and just smiled. I tilted my head in confusion about why he found me so amusing. "What?"I just want to know where we're going.”

"It's a surprise."

I rolled my eyes. “I hate surprises. I hope you know that.”

He chuckled. “I guess now I know." I stayed quiet, waiting for him to tell me, and he did.

"Fine, since you want to be stubborn, we’re going to this restaurant where we can eat, dance, and listen to live music.”

"Seems…fancy,” I said, looking back at him. He glanced at me and looked back into the darkly lit road. “Yeah, we're not far from it."

I stared at him for a little bit longer, watching his rough hands confidently and strongly grip the wheel as we raced down the dark, empty highway. My gaze lingered on him, looking at his facial features and how powerful he looked behind the wheel. My stomach starts to flutter with curiosity and the desire to want him right now. As my trance went further, he spoke, “We’re here.” I was breathless when I looked away from him, and my cheeks were burning red as I stared out the window, noticing we’re right in front of the restaurant. The door opened and revealed a man in all black needing to park our car. I got out and nodded to this man as Rio walked next to me and into the building. As we stepped into the restaurant, we were in this dimly lit foyer with only three people sitting on black benches. It was a small-looking foyer with white marbled floors and off-white walls with art and pictures all over them. There were cute little lights attached to the walls, making the room look safe and comforting. It was a room that I could look at forever. We were greeted by a man in an all-black suit who took our coats and hung them up for us in this cute coat closet. With all the money I have in my bank account, I have never experienced anything like this before, and I was only in a fucking foyer. Anyway, the man in the suit talked to Rio and then guided us to one of the doors in the foyer. When he opened the door, the thick fragrance of sweet desserts and spices brought joy to my nose. The warm beats of music blasted through the air and echoed through the entire building. The sound of music brought me a sense of comfort as a heartfelt smile spread across my face rapidly, taking in all of the elements of this place. I loved this place, and Rio knew I did.

Anyway, I felt a warm hand softly settle on my lower back, guiding me through the crowd and towards our table. We got seated at this small table facing the huge band and the little dance floor in the front of the dimly lit room. There were four couples slowly dancing in front of everyone, having a good time, and it brought me joy to look at all of them being madly in love with each other. I slowly creeped out of my trance and realized Rio was looking at me with a smirk on his face. I chuckled softly. “What?”

“I see that you like this place."

"Yes, I do. I was really surprised if you wanted to say that.”

He nodded. “Well, do you want to dance?”

I arched my eyebrow. “Dance?” I said, tilting my head. I laughed, “I don't dance; trust me.”

But of course he didn’t understand that, because after I said those words, he stood up and put out his hand. “I don’t believe that, Ma; I know you can dance.”

His voice made me cave in, and I took his slightly cold hands as he guided me towards the simple, polished floor in front of the band. The soft glow of the light warmed my skin as his hand lingered down my body and onto my waist, pulling me towards him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, but I still didn’t feel comfortable with him, so I kept my distance. I tried to steer away from his eyes; however, he caught on to that.

“Can you at least act like you don’t hate me?” he mumbled in his deep, husky voice. I steered my attention toward him and glanced into his deep, hickory eyes.

“I don't... hate you, Rio,” I said softly.

"Well, you haven’t talked all night."

“I don’t know what to talk about or ask you... I basically know everything about you."

Rio chuckled and looked away from me, and when he did that, I didn’t realize how close we'd gotten. I felt his strong chest against mine as our bodies moved in unison. His heat bounced off his body and on to mine. Rio's hands grew tighter around my waist, giving me a sense of security. My body grew tense, and my breath was ragged when I noticed what he was doing to my body. I deeply sank into his body, and everything grew still in the room.

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lemonmeringueprincess · 1 year

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Namor Aesthetic Board

Holy shit... I just made my very first aesthetic/ character moodboard. Damn.. that means you, aguapapi, are even more special than cap daddy. Move over nomad steve, there’s a new boi in town 😌.

P.S: those of you who encounter this post and decide to repost, like or reblog, i would like to thank you so so much for doing so! Sending you virtual loves and hugs. Should I do more?

#namor x y/n #namor #k'uk'ulkan #namor x reader #wakanda forever #tenoch huerta #aesthetic #moodboard #aguapapi #fish daddy #move over #steve rogers #you have been #dethroned #mcu #black panther #talokan #marvel #yucatec mayan

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intothemultifandom · 1 year

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– 𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐀 || 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫

SUMMARY: If you were only ever created to serve Arishem, it did not feel like it. Not when you’d grown to cherish your people in the South Pacific and the entirety of Earth as reverently as you did and not when your heart, artificial or not, belonged to a man from beneath the sea. PAIRINGS: Namor x Eternal!Reader TAGS/WARNINGS: fluff ; light angst ; spoilers for Eternals (2021)

If you were only ever created to serve Arishem, it did not feel like it.

Not when you’d grown to cherish your people in the South Pacific and the entirety of Earth as reverently as you did and not when your heart, artificial or not, belonged to a man from beneath the sea.

In the aftermath of Ajak’s death, of Sersei’s frantic call that detailed what was happening–it didn’t take you too long to gather your belongings, to retrieve all the documents you needed just in case before you rushed behind your house, down the pathway and towards the secluded formation that was hidden deep behind your home.

In the cove you’d created decades ago, he waits for you as he always does. Somehow always finding his way back to your little hideout, again and again, as devoted as the waves that lapped at your shore.

Skin beaded with water, dark eyes pinned on you, always on you–the man you find does not match the names he’d been given over the past five hundred years, a fraction to your own existence.

K'uk'ulkan. Niño sin amor. Namor.

Legends only ever depicted him as one of two things: The merciless feathered serpent god worshipped by a long existing culture or the child without love, he who would light the world aflame if only he was not shackled to the ocean.

Here in this refuge you’d created, however, you’d learned that he was more than just that. Had spent nearly four hundred years unearthing every cavern of his mind, body and soul.

Without saying it, you know his worry has guided him through the currents today.

“I came to make sure you were unhurt after the Earthquake,” he says lowly, lacking the teasing lilt he often greeted you with. “But it seems you might know more than me already...”.

The armour you wear is dappered in metallic [favourite colour] with [complimentary colour] accents, something he has not seen before in all of your years together.

Wearing it not even a week after the world felt Tiamut’s movement is all the evidence he needs, a damning fact that the tremors felt all over the world are more than what they are.

Slowly, Namor rises from the water and as he does, sea-foam bubbles around him, the worry you weren’t even aware had begun to fester dispersing just the same.

“I take it this is not for pleasure?” he continues, his nonchalance contradicted by the twitch of winged ankles.

“I’m afraid not,” you reply in lieu of your normal greeting.

His eyes linger on the glow of your hands, of the way your shoulders and arms are taught in a way he is unfamiliar with and you’re warmly reminded that he is not the only one who has been made bare before in this cove.

As detailed as you can, you explain to him what you had learned in the past few hours: Arishem had created your family to evolve the human species, not for their own betterment; but so their progression could provide enough energy for a Celestial to emerge from the Earth’s core once the Deviants were eliminated.

The world is ending, you reveal, almost choking on the cold, ugly truth.

When Sersei had explained it the first time, between rasped breaths and soft cries, you didn’t allow yourself time to lament what it all meant.

But now, seeing what you’ve come to consider the architect of your very being in front you, the truth unravels in a way that you cannot deny what it is.

An anchor that will drown you, or has drowned you already, considering all you’ve lost before. The people, memories, the love.

"We’ve never fought a Celestial before,” you admit, thinking of Thena, anguished and desperate, the echo of infinity seared into her gaze, before you think of your people and of him. “But we want this planet to be our last. I want it to be my last.”

It is not the words, but they might as well be.

In an instant, Namor grips your wrist, pulling you back into him as you huff with surprise.

His arms band around your waist, keeping you caged where he can nose along the column of your neck, hear the hitch in your breath at his closeness.

“If this is then true, tell me why I shouldn’t persuade you to stay with me?” he growls lowly at the base of your throat, easily shifting between calm and not, as fluid as the sea. “I could compel you to stay here where it’s safe, where you can stay here with me,”.

You can’t help but groan under the ministrations of his teeth on your skin when he begins to nibble, hands moving towards his face as you summon every ounce of sensibility in you to turn his head away. A hard feat, given the way your blood sings as slivers of his siren melody bleed into his words.

“Because though you would rather see the world burn, you would protect your people by any means necessary,” you gasp, feeling your fondness for him swell when he stills, caught.

For Talocan, Namor would protect his Kingdom by any means and at any cost. Even if he despised the rest of the world and would gladly burn the surface asunder, he would not condemn his people to burn, too.

You and your family, as splintered as they’ve come to be, are the greatest gamble he can take to save them and everyone else. Even if it means he can’t join you.

Silent in his defeat, Namor–sweet, enchanting Namor– tilts your head to his languidly, leaning forward and bringing you in a kiss that makes you both want to leave and surrender yourself to him all at once.

Humming, he slots your mouths together even more as he shifts you in his arms, and you have to swallow the moan the bubbles in your throat once he pulls away, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

“The ocean has given me many miracles, mi puksik’al. But it has also given me many tragedies...” he says hoarsely, after a moment.

Leaning his forehead against your own to stare you deep in the eyes, it’s a wonder he’s only ever been called cruel and monstrous things when he all he is is bewitching. Wondrous even as he pleads: “I cannot afford one more, [Your Name].”

As he breathes, you press your nose against his and do the same. Feeling your heart break and mend all at once as you take life from his breath.

When you first landed on Earth, you found that there was no greater resource on the planet than its ocean. Deep, vast and endless. A force that could give as easily as it took away.

You’d revered it and its various forms the same way you did the man before you. Perhaps less than him now, you admit in this moment, when he leans back and brushes his lips against the crown of your head.

“Come back to me,” comes the murmur. “Meent’ uts”.

Closing your eyes, all you can do is nod as you take in the scent of salt and tears, rasping, “E lele le toloa ae ma’au i le auvai” as you surge upward to breathe him in once more.

NOTES:

Since all the Eternals all belong to different ethnic groups, Reader is Polynesian. I imagine her living somewhere on the island of Niue, as it is a coral atoll and has natural coves and chasms already though you can imagine otherwise.

The way Reader “takes life from his breath” when pressing their forehead against Namor’s references the Maori people and the action of the hongi, which recalls the M��ori legend of the creation of the first earthly woman, Hineahuone. She was formed from clay by the creator god Tāne, who then breathed life into her nostrils.

“E lele le toloa ae ma’au i le auvai” is a Samoan proverb meaning that life may take someone far from home but they will always return. Case and point: Reader and Namor.

E lele le toloa ae ma’au i le auvai = The toloa bird flies far, but will always return to the water.

I am not an expert in the Mayan/Yucate language, which I believe is the main language Namor speaks, but I’ve taken the following translations from various online sources and apologise sincerely if its not quite right. Please correct me where I’m wrong and I’ll note it down for future reference. I’d also appreciate any reputable linguistic sources for all my fanfics moving forward, but anyway:

mi puksik’al = my heart

Meent’ uts = please

#black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever #black panther: wakanda forever #black panther imagine #namor #talocan #namor x reader #polynesian!reader #eternal!reader #mcu eternals #mcu black widow #mcu imagine #poc!reader #talokan #namor imagine #k'uk'ulkan #mayan #intothemultifandom

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yoditopascal · 1 year

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I need y’all to flood this hell site with Namor/K’uk’ulkan fics the same way y’all did with Eddie from Stranger Things 😤 FLOOD. IT.

#also stop having him speak Spanish in y’all’s fics #that man’s is INDIGENOUS #Yucatán Mayan is not that hard to google #mcu namor #namor x black reader #namor smut #kukulkan #fish man #black panther #Namor is for the black folks #yodito speaks

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blackmissfrizzle · 1 year

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Golden God: Chapter 28

Chapter 27

Series Masterlist

Characters: Cowboy!Angel x black!reader

Summary: Angel find reader’s work husband to become more of a nuisance than he would like.

Warnings: Smut of course! Car crash, minor injuries, and some good ole jealously. Oh and the W/C is about 6k+, sorry about that 😬

A/N: Remember I’m not doing anymore taglists so just be on the lookout for fics. And if you want more of my works go check out my masterlist!

😬Gif credit: @pedropcl

From the texts you were getting from Angel, you could see that he was not having the best day at work. His answers were short, they lacked emojis, and scariest of all he wasn’t flirting with you. Good thing, you had planned to bring him lunch today.

Grabbing lunch and a dessert for his assistant (who truly deserves it because she deals with grumpy Angel all the time), you headed out of your office. “Alex, you’re in control. Do not burn down the office.”

“You sure you don’t want me in control?” Zane, your assistant playfully sneered.

“Zane, you’re just as likely to burn this place down too. Remember whose idea it was to have a nerf gun battle in the office?” You arched an eyebrow at him while you had a crooked smile.

Zane held his hands up in surrender. “In my defense, I was still hungover from the night before and Miss. Ma’am, don’t act like you didn’t join the fun.”

“Yeah,” Alex saddled up next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “I think you were madder that we started the game without you than us actually playing.”

Using your hand, you covered your face because that was absolutely true. By the time you got back to the office half of everyone was already out, so you could only take out a few people because there was a meeting right after. You’ve never felt so betrayed in your life before. That’s why you got them with a water balloon fight in the park and was the champion of that.

“Whatever.” You mushed Alex’s face. “I’m going to drop off lunch to Angel. I’ll be back in no time.”

“Damn, I didn’t think Reyes was a minute man.” Alex couldn’t stand the attention Angel was getting from you. Yes, the two of you were a couple, but Angel was greatly undeserving of you.

Zane was picking up what Alex was putting down and he didn’t like it one bit. If Alex wasn’t so self-absorbed, he would be able to see like everyone else that Angel made you happy, like extremely happy. One mention of the man and you’re beaming like the sun. “Nah, don’t do Angel like that. You know she’s gonna come back in all wobbly legged and shit. Probably won’t even remember she has a meeting right after.”

“Oh shit, I do have that. Zane, please-,”

“Text you 20 minutes before it starts. I got you, boss lady. Enjoy lunch with your man.” He pushed you into the elevator.

Once the elevator doors closed, Zane gave Alex the ugliest of looks. “Why you gotta be like that?”

“Like what?” Alex shrugged and walked back to his desk.

“Ugly. Always talking down on the one man that has YN’s heart.” Zane followed Alex into his office.

Alex buried his face in paperwork. “It’s a phase, just like Paul was.”

“It’s not. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you can move on.” Zane left with that wise word before Alex could say anything else.

Thankfully, Angel’s office was just a five minute walk from yours. You were smart to choose this building because you and Angel were constantly going back and forth to each other’s offices.

In the elevator, you were in there with a girl who was visibly upset about something. “Are you going to see that Reyes asshole?” She fixed herself up.

You bit back a laugh. This was why Angel was upset. Another woman was throwing herself at him during work. That was Angel’s pet peeve. He always comes home complaining about how unprofessional these women are that flirt with him with no shame.

By the looks of it, this was the worst kind of flirt. Subtlety wasn’t in her vocabulary. Her buttons were undone to the point that all you saw was cleavage and her skirt was more appropriate for the club than the office. You took into account that she had a curvier body, but the way she was dressed you could tell business was the last thing on her mind.

“Um, actually I am. Should I be worried?” You played along. This was your chance to finally interact with one of these women. Usually, Haley, Angel’s assistant got rid of them before you could have a chance to ruin them.

“You’re pretty, so maybe you’ll fare better than me. But the guy denied all of this.” The woman basically did the Vanna White motion on her own body and pouted. “Like he should be lucky that I offered myself to him. Not everyone is lucky to get a taste of this. I bet his girlfriend isn’t even all that.”

That was doubtful, you thought to yourself. “You’re a total catch! The man has to be blind.”

“I know!” She stomped her foot. “And that assistant of his is a terror. I should file a lawsuit!”

Haley really deserves a raise. You’ll talk to Angel about it.

“Where’s my manners? I’m Kylie and you are?” she held her hand to shake yours and for you to introduce yourself.

“YN,” she shook the woman’s hand. “Angel Reyes’ girlfriend.”

All the color drained out of her face. Lucky for her the elevator brought you to the floor you needed to be on. “Have a nice day.” You blew her a kiss at her shocked face and laughed at the immense embarrassment she was no doubt experiencing right now.

When you stepped onto the floor, you saw Haley laughing with some coworkers. She was undoubtedly laughing at the bimbo she just kicked out.

Running up behind your favorite woman, you hugged her and dangled the chocolate croissant in front of her face. “Marry me?”

Haley snatched the croissant, turned around and hugged you back. “I think your boyfriend would have a problem with that.”

“Girl, fuck him. You got these bitches scared unlike him.”

Haley threw her head back and filled the whole office with her laugh. “You met Kylie?” She shook her boobs and did her best valley girl imitation.

“Man, you’re a godsend, because a minute in the elevator with her and I was ready to deck her ass.”

“Anything for you,” she blew you a kiss. “I’m sure if Angel could, he would’ve.” Haley looked into your bag because she could smell your delicious cooking. “Thank God you’re here and with food! He’s been unbearable this whole morning before the bimbo came in.”

“Let go put you out of your misery and feed the monster.” You unbuttoned your shirt and winked at Haley. “Wish me luck.”

“You don’t need it hot stuff.” Haley laughed.

Angel was buried in paperwork’s, thankful for Haley’s presence. He heard the door open. “Haley that better be you.” Angel grumbled.

“Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Reyes.” You gave him your best breathy, femme fatale voice, leaning against the doorway to show off your shapely silhouette.

Angel looked up and a smile immediately appeared on his face. “Mi flor, thank God. Have you come to save me from bimbos?” He stood up and made his way over to you, giving you a kiss. Looking down at your breast, he bit his bottom lip and locked the door behind you. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“No,” you pushed him away. “You need to eat Golden God. You’re driving Haley crazy. You need to give her a raise.”

“I’m already on it. Now let me eat my pussy.” He kissed you.

“Real food,” you turned your face and that’s when Angel smelled it. You smelled like a man, and it wasn’t him.

He took another sniff. “You get a new perfume?”

“No. Why?” You sniffed yourself and you didn’t smell strange.

“Why do you smell like a guy?” Angel’s brows furrowed. He led you to the table he has in his office, taking the food you had brought.

“Oh, must be my work husband. I wore his jacket today.” Sniffing yourself again, you picked up Alex’s scent. “Yeah, definitely my work husband. I wore his jacket today.”

“Excuse me. Work husband?” Angel’s eyes bugged out, making sure he heard you right.

“Work husband. You know how Haley is your work wife.” You set up lunch on the table.

“Who is it?” Please be Zane, please be Zane, please be Zane, Angel pleaded in his head.

You looked up at Angel incredulously since he wasn’t sitting down to eat. “Alex duh. Who else? Come eat.”

Angel shook his head. “I’m good, I’m not hungry. Eat though.” Angel despised Alex. The fact he was your work husband irritated him. Haley? Purely platonic. Alex? Platonic on your end, more romantic on his end.

Maybe you should’ve put on perfume before you left. You weren’t thinking about that when you left. All you wanted to do was see your man. “Babe you’ve been grumpy all day. Eat please.”

“I haven’t, Haley is overreacting. I’m not hungry.” Angel sat down and buried himself with his work again.

“Daddy,” you crawled on the floor and onto his lap. “Eat for me please.” You scooped up some food and held it to his mouth. Angel sighed. He opened his mouth and you put the spoon in. “Alright there, I ate.” He squeezed your hips.

“More,” you kissed along his neck as you held the spoon. Angel complied to your request. He finished his meal, and he fed you some as well so you two could eat. “I don’t like that you smell like him, you don’t have a jacket?”

Finally, you were appeased, and you calmed the beast down some. “I forgot it in my car. I didn’t think it would be a big deal.” You massaged his shoulders.

“You smell like another man baby. You shouldn’t smell like anyone but me.” Angel was going to leave one of his jackets, no, two of his jackets at your job. He never wants to smell Alex on you again.

“Okay daddy.” You rolled your hips against his and began making out until Angel’s hands were getting a little wild. “I gotta go,” you pulled away when you felt your phone buzz. Checking it, you saw that it was Zane.

He pulled you back down. “Naw, you can’t start something and not finish it mi flor.”

“You should’ve eaten when I said so.” You got up despite Angel’s attempts. “I have a meeting.” You showed him the text from Zane.

“Time to close your legs boss lady.”

Angel threw his head back with tears in his eyes. “I like him. He should be your work husband.” Angel trusted Zane and also, he was gay, so no competition there.

Before leaving you stopped at the door. “You know you look really good in a suit. Well fuck you look good in anything.”

“You look good anything too mi flor, I prefer you in your birthday suit though.” He smirked.

You threw an empty water bottle at Angel. “Disgusting! Anyway, can I come over tonight?”

“You don’t have to ask you know.” Angel smirked. “I’ll see you later mi reina.”

A couple of days later and it was Angel’s turn to visit you at work. He brought lunch but when he saw you, he almost dropped it at the sight. You were perched on Alex’s desk while he fed you some food and held his other hand under your chin.

“What the fuck is this?” Angel questioned. His eyes were locked on Alex’s hand as it wiped some of the juices off your face.

“Hey babe!” Jumping off Alex’s desk, you met Angel halfway. “Calm down,” you whispered in his ear.

“Calm down? Are you fucking serious? He has his fingers near your mouth and feeding you? If you saw that you’d throw a fit.” Angel hissed.

You were not about to have a fight in front of your employees. You took his hand and led Angel to your office.

Alex leaned back and watched with a smirk. “Hey Angel.” He waved at Angel as he walked by.

Angel was about to take the bait, but you pulled him away. The nerve of this man. Angel was beyond fucking annoyed. Work husbands didn’t do that. That was too fucking comfortable. Angel walked in your office as you closed the door. He turned to face you and tried his best to keep his voice even. “He’s too fucking comfortable.”

“He’s just teasing you, but I’ll talk to him.” You wrapped your arms around his middle and kissed his chest. “How’s work?”

“It’s fine. I brought you food, but I guess you don’t need it.” He placed the bag on your desk.

“Don’t start that shit, Angel.” He loved to be passive aggressive, and you couldn’t stand it.

Angel shook his head and scoffed. “I’m starting shit? This motherfucker obviously thinks it’s okay to act the way he does around you. Again, if I did the same shit with Haley, you would be throwing fucking hands. But I’m crazy to think he wants more.”

A part of you understood what Angel meant. At times, you and Alex would get confused as a couple, so you knew you couldn’t do the same things as before. But they were always platonic. “I like Hayley you don’t like Alex so everything he does is gonna irritate you. I love you babe there’s no one who’s gonna replace you.”

Angel wished you would open your eyes, but how could he fight years of a relationship. There was things Alex knew about you that Angel didn’t. How could he compete with that? But then he remembered he was the one you came home to. “I love you too, but you need to talk to him for real. He can’t think shit like that is cool.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you stood on your tippy toes and kissed him. “I will.” You turned away and went to your desk. “What did you bring me Daddy?”

“Your favorite dish from that Italian restaurant down the street.” He kissed you. “Go eat, I’m gonna head back so I can finish early.”

“No,” you pulled his hand. “Eat with me. Or at least stay like five more minutes.”

“Alright.” He followed after you. As soon as Angel sat down, you were in his lap, rolling your hips. You reached down and pulled his cock out and moved your panties to the side. “I’ll make it quick for you daddy,” you gasped as you sunk down on his cock. Angel threw his head back and lifted your skirt to see you sink down on his cock. “Such a beautiful sight, mi flor.” He licked his thumb and brushed against your clit. “You wanted daddy’s dick?”

Cupping his beautifully crafted face, you nibbled on Angel’s lips. “I always want daddy’s dick.” Angel stilled your hips and thrusted up into you. He intended for Alex to hear exactly who you belong to.

“Yeah baby? Who does this pussy belong to?” He held your arms against your back with one of his arms as he thrust up into you relentlessly, making you feel helpless as you took the assault.

“Angel!” You screamed at the top of your lungs but that earned you a smack on the ass. “Daddy, I’m so sorry. Fuck,” resting your forehead on Angel’s shoulder, you thought how you got yourself in this situation. This was supposed to be you pleasing your man but now you’re just a blubbering mess. Your employees will definitely know Angel’s up in here doing some reconstruction. “This your pussy, daddy.”

“What was that?” He pretended to not hear you. Pulling your hair so your head was tilted, he marked up your neck as he continued to thrust up into you. Angel needed to let out some stress especially with the way Alex was being.

“Damn it, you heard me, daddy! Stop playing.” You swiveled your hips some. Angel slapped your face, not harshly, but fuck did it turn you on. “You talking back to me? Is my little slut talking back to daddy?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you whimpered.

Angel smiled and then spat in your mouth. “Better be sorry. Now make daddy cum.” Angel stood the both of you up and sat you down on top of your desk and powered drive into you. Words were not a thing for you. All there was were mangled screams.

“You got nothing to say, princesa?” He wrapped his hand around your throat. “Look at you, taking daddy in like the good little girl I know you can be. You gonna make daddy cum?”

“Yes daddy. Can you cum in my mouth? I want it for dessert.” Licking your lips, you gave Angel the hungry eyes.

“Nah, I’m cumming in my pussy.” Angel’s eyes closed at the sensation. He rubbed your clit, quickening his pace. You came with a scream, and he followed right after, filling you up. “Look at my good girl,” he slipped out of you and watch as his cum seeped out. He pushed it back in, moving your underwear back in place and kissing your clothed core.

“Fucking demon,” you chuckled as you pushed him away.

You walked into your bathroom to fix yourself up. Angel followed you into the restroom and kissed on your neck leaving a mark. “I gotta go, mi flor.”

You didn’t want him to leave but you walked him to your door. “See you later?”

“Yeah.” Then he grabbed both sides of your neck to tilt your head back and kiss you right in front of everyone, but the show was for Alex. “Love you.”

“See you later, dawg.” Angel tapped Alex’s desk as he walked by with a smirk.

Alex rolled his eyes. “See ya later man.” He couldn’t stand Angel. This life he had you living wasn’t you. Yeah, sure you’re a southern girl but you to be the girlfriend of a cowboy and move to some small ass town was so out of character for you.

When Angel finally disappeared behind the elevators you snapped back to reality. “Oh, Alex can I see you in my office?”

Alex pushed off his desk and strolled towards you. He made sure to subtly flex his muscles. He knew of your love for arms. “What’s up?” He closed your door but made no effort to move. He didn’t know where you and Angel fucked.

“The chair is fine,” you chuckled. “We didn’t mess around there.”

Alex let out a sigh of relief and sat down. ‘So, what’s up? Angel ain’t hitting it right?” Alex tilted his head and licked his lips, giving you a perfect view of his beautiful teeth.

“See that,” you leaned back on your desk, crossing your ankles and pointed at him. “You can’t keep doing that.”

“Doing what?” Alex furrowed his brows and leaned on his knees.

Sighing, you rubbed your forehead. This was a conversation that you really didn’t want to have but you promised Angel you would and besides you knew you needed to. Even you noticed Alex was getting too comfortable. “The bad talking Angel. He’s my boyfriend and hopefully one day my husband.”

“Your husband? Come one YNN, this ain’t you. I get it you’re in love, but this life. Santo Padre? This dead fucking town? It’s not you. What sacrifices did he make for this relationship? I know you miss your family. What about those monthly brunches?”

You did miss all of that, but you also loved the family you made here. “Yeah, I do, but I have a family here as well. I’m happy. Also,” you scratched the back of your neck. The next part you really didn’t want to get into it. “Um, Angel seems to think that you, uh, that you want us to be more than friends. I mean I know we used to mess around, but that was practical, nothing because of feelings, right?”

Yes, it was because of feelings, Alex wanted to say. When you proposed to him that the two of you sleep together when you were both single, he thought he finally hit the jackpot. He was a sex god, so he thought it would be easy for you to see him as relationship material. Unfortunately, you only had sex with him until you met the next guy. After Paul, Alex thought he had a real chance. You were with him all the time, opening up to him more, and then bam you were gone and the next time he saw you, you were in love with some cowboy. “Naw,” he shook his head. “That has nothing to do with it. Remember that was just convenience. I just don’t want you to regret this later. You’re giving up a lot and he’s not.”

Reaching out, you held Alex’s hand. “I love you, Alex. You’re my best friend and you have a special place in my heart. Thank you for looking out for me but trust me these are worthy sacrifices. Angel is my future, so with that being said we got to cool it. It’s not respectful to Angel nor our relationship.”

“Someone sounds insecure.” Alex sang.

Taking your blazer, you whipped it at Alex’s sore thighs. “Stop that!”

“Ouch!” He almost jumped out his seat. “Low blow! And that was just a joke. I got you. Is it okay if I hug you?”

You rolled your eyes and opened your arms. “Of course, it is, nothing can stop our hugs.”

“Hey,” Alex stopped by the door. “Angel really doesn’t know that we used to fool around?”

“No, I probably should tell him.” That was another conversation you did not want to have. Angel already disliked Alex, but if you told him that then he would hate him and probably wouldn’t want you around him anymore.

This was the perfect opportunity. Alex knew you valued his opinion on men. He was going to use this as a way to cause a rift between you and Angel. Then you would come running towards him, the only man that was made for you. “Nah, keep it to yourself. You know how he overreacts.”

“You sure?” Your gut was telling you to say something, but Alex was the guy and he understood men way better than you did.

“I’m absolutely sure. He doesn’t need that in his head.”

Nodding to yourself, you sat down. “You’re right. I’ll keep it a secret. Thanks, Alex. You’re the best.”

“No problem, babe. No problem at all.” Alex left your office with the biggest smirk.

To keep everything cool, you cut down your quality time with Alex. You needed to assure Angel that he was the number one man in your life. But tonight, Alex asked you out for drinks and you went.

“Oh shit.” You stumbled a bit as you started walking towards the car.

“Nope.” Alex steadied you and took your keys. “You’re riding with me.” It took everything in Alex to stay a gentleman. You had a maxi skirt on with a high slit exposing your thigh, almost exposing your core.

You didn’t fight Alex on it. Those drinks got to you more than you thought it would.

Alex led you inside his car and buckled you in. “Dude, why are you still single?” You poked his cheek when he leaned across to buckle you in.

Heat bloomed at the spot you poked. That’s how it was whenever you touched him. “Waiting for the right girl.” Alex playfully bit the finger you poked him with.

“Nah, if you weren’t such a fuckboy you would have found a girl. Look here in Santo Padre.” You waved your hands around, gesturing towards the town. There were so many great women here he could be with.

I already found her. I just wished she would notice me. Only if Alex could form those words, but he couldn’t. For some reason, you were still stuck on Angel Reyes. He had his hooks in you and it seemed he wouldn’t be letting up anytime soon.

“I’m gonna set you up. I would say the ranch hand, but EZ is in love with her so, I gotta find someone else.” You started going through your mental rolodex to see what girl would be a good fit for Alex.

Alex side-eyed you as he peeled out the lot. “No thank you. I can find my own. I don’t need your help.”

“Obviously you do, or you wouldn’t be single.” You sung as you looked out the window. Everything was passing by in a blur. “Maybe you should slow down.”

Now you were the traffic police? Did Reyes make you a lame too? Before this you would be telling him to go faster, not to slow down. “My speed was never a problem before.”

“I know, but I got a bad feeling and Angel never drives this fast with me. Well at least with me in the car.”

“Huh? What was that?” Alex sped up revving up his engine to drown out your voice.

It was a horrible decision to do so though. His anger and need to ignore you, made him miss the warning about the other car that ran the red light.

Suddenly, your world was flipped upside down. Blood trickled down your face like a running stream, your body ached like you went through twelve rounds with Mike Tyson.

Even though Alex was ejected out of the car, he had few scrapes. He was sorer than anything else. His concern wasn’t even on himself. It was on you. The car was starting to catch fire. “YN!” He ran towards you, ignoring his aching bones.

Alex caught you in time. Just as he got a few feet away the car exploded. “YN! Stay with me!” He held you until the paramedics had to pry you from him.

When EZ called Angel, his heart dropped. You ending up in the hospital was his worst nightmare. Flashbacks of the aftermath of Potter’s attack flooded him. But then EZ had to tell him what happen and some of his worry turned into anger.

EZ was driving back home when he saw the whole thing. Yeah, it was the other driver’s fault for running a red light, but if Alex wasn’t driving as fast then the accident wouldn’t have been as bad. He debated on telling Angel the truth, but he knew Angel would learn about it eventually.

As soon as Angel got to the hospital, he was set on knocking Alex’s bitch ass out. He should’ve been more careful with you in the car.

“Can I see her?” Angel was frantic as he saw his little brother in the waiting room.

“Nah, the doctors are still with her. From the way they spoke to me, it sounded like it’s not that serious. There’s no need for you to worry.”

That calmed some of Angel’s nerves, but he needed to see with his own eyes that you were okay. “Then where’s that little bitch at?” By the time he would be through with Alex, the doctors should be done with you, and he’ll be able to see you.

EZ caught the look in Angel’s eyes. This hospital would be a bloodbath if he didn’t stop him. “Hey, just stay here in the waiting room with me.”

EZ may have been the baseball star, but Angel was the football star, and he had more experience juking people. “Fuck that! I’m getting Alex’s bitch ass and that drunk ass driver.” Angel spun around EZ and stormed down the hallway.

Thankfully, EZ had called for backup. He knew his brother’s reaction would be a violent one.

Coco and Gilly along with Franky were unwillingly protecting the assholes. EZ made them think of protecting Angel from attempted murder charges to get them to do it.

“Yo, get the fuck out of my way.” They were mostly in front of Alex’s room since he wasn’t hurt like the other guy.

“I can’t let you do that Angel.” Franky stood with had his hands on his belt, feet spread apart, and shoulders wide, trying his best to radiate power and authority.

Alex stood a couple of feet from the doorway. He was genuinely sorry, but he made no effort to stand closer to Angel. The state that Angel was in, and his own injuries left him in a disadvantage, which would lead to Angel beating his ass. “Look man, I’m sorry, but it’s not all on me.”

“Why the fuck were you driving so fast with her in the car?!” Angel didn’t give a fuck about the blame game. He wanted to know why Alex would put you in such dangerous situation.

“It’s never been a problem before. It was something we used to do all the time.” Even when he was in the wrong, Alex had to let it be known that he knew you longer than Angel did.

There was a shift in energy. From this exact moment, Angel knew he would never like Alex. Nothing could change that. You were here in the hospital hurt and he had to throw in who knew you longer card.

“Man, I don’t give a fuck about what y’all used to do!” Angel knocked over one of the carts in frustration. “That shit is over and done with!”

The finality of Angel’s words made Alex snap. Who the fuck did he think he was? “Man, trust you won’t be here long. At the end of the day, I’ve been there for her from the beginning. And if I’m remembering correctly, if you weren’t such an insecure little boy then that asshole wouldn’t have gotten to her, and your baby would still be alive.”

Time froze once those words came out of Alex’s mouth. At least they were already in the hospital and the police were there because a heinous murder was about to happen if EZ couldn’t get his brother under control.

“What the fuck you just say to me?” Angel stepped a little closer even with EZ in the middle.

“Please take the chance. Please take the chance. Please take the chance.” EZ whispered to himself. He knew Angel heard Alex correctly. Angel was just giving Alex an opportunity to change his statement before he went on the attack.

At this point Alex didn’t care. He was tired of Angel acting all high and mighty like he didn’t put your life in danger. “Nah, you heard me. If you were secure in yourself then your baby would be alive.”

All bets were off. He could take the assault charge and it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to make bail.

It took Coco, Franky, and EZ to hold back Angel while Gilly held back Alex. A bunch of fuck you’s and just wait til I see you in the streets were exchanged between the two men.

You were in your room, hearing the whole thing go down. These two were stressing you the fuck out. “Hey doc, can you bring Angel in here? I know you’re not done with your exam, but if he’s not in here, he’ll tear down your hospital.”

“I’ll send the nurse.” Dr. Wilson agreed. The last time you were here Angel almost tore it down and there was no one there antagonizing him this time. “Nurse Phillips, can you get Mr. Reyes. And take security with you just in case.”

Anxiously you sat there waiting, while Dr. Wilson did her examination. Just as she finished Angel walked in, complete ignoring the doctor and laser focused on you. “Baby, are you okay?” He cupped your face, his eyes roaming the cuts on them.

“I’m good. I’m just a little banged up.” Kissing the palm of his hand, you hoped to calm him down some.

That was your answer to everything, so he asked the doctor about your injuries. She informed him that you had a concussion, bruised ribs, and minor cuts and scrapes. “A month to a month and a half and she’ll be good. Just no strenuous activity til then.” She smirked at both of you before walking out. “And oh, Angel, thank you for not damaging my hospital.”

“Nic, I kinda kicked over a cart.”

“That’s fine I’ll take it.” Things could’ve turned out a whole lot bloodier, so she can take a knocked over cart any day when it’s concerning a pissed off Angel.

To fuss at him or to not? He had a good reason to be pissed, but that didn’t mean he had to cause a scene with your best friend in the hospital. But also, no doubt, Alex said some slick ass shit to Angel. His mouth always got him in trouble.

“You know I could hear you all the way in here. What happened?”

Angel could hear the disappointment in your voice, but this wasn’t the time nor the place to address the issue. “I really don’t feel like talking about it.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

Reaching out to him, you grabbed his hand and kissed it. “I’m not gonna argue. Actually, I get how you feel.”

“What?!” That took Angel by surprise. He thought you would try to make up some excuse for Alex. Maybe you were finally seeing Alex for the snake he is.

“Yeah, I’m in the hospital again because of something that could’ve been life-threatening. And I know Alex. He probably said some slick shit and he’s incapable of taking responsibility. That’s why he’s the king of toxic.” Alex was your best friend and you usually defended him, but you weren’t completely oblivious to his flaws.

Angel contemplated on telling you what Alex said about that baby, but he couldn’t hurt your feelings like that. At the end of the day, Alex was your best friend, no matter how much he hated him. “Yeah, he couldn’t own up to it. That’s what pissed me off the most even if it really was the other guy’s fault, Alex should’ve never been driving that fast with you in the car.”

“Usually, I don’t mind, but tonight I had a bad feeling, but he blew me off.”

Alex was done for. Angel was going to rearrange his face.

“Angel no!” For someone with such a heavenly name he does some hellish things. “I will talk to him. Alone!”

Angel smacked his teeth but agreed. Plus, too many people saw him attempt to attack Alex. He would be suspect number one. “Fine. I’ll take you to his room.” He was able to get a wheelchair for you despite the fact you wanted to walk.

All Alex saw at first was Angel coming into his room, so he was gearing up for a fight but then he saw you. “YN!” He crumbled to his knees and rested his head in your lap.

There was a low animalistic growl emanating from Angel, so you lightly pushed him out. It was only Alex’s head in your lap. It wasn’t like he was laying on top of you. “GO!” You mouthed to Angel.

“Tell him to get up.” He mouthed back to you as he left the room by walking backwards. He wanted his eyes on Alex.

Lifting Alex’s head, you got it out of your lap, and you were able to look at him in his eyes. Your heart broke a bit at the tears in his eyes. “Hey, I’m okay King Toxic.”

“But you could’ve been worst. That dumbass should’ve watched what he was doing.”

And there it was. He didn’t believe he played a part in this. “Yeah, he should’ve but maybe you should’ve driven a bit slower. Even if you were over 10 of the speed limit, you would’ve been able to avoid it.”

What the hell was this? Usually, you would agree with him, not point the finger at him. “Yeah, but I wasn’t the one who blew the red light.” He backed away and got defensive.

“I know that Alex, but it still doesn’t dismiss you for driving so fast. I even told you to slow down.”

“Really?! That fucker got to you huh? What happened to my old YN?” This felt worse than any breakup he went through. He was really losing his best friend to some lowlife cowboy.

Angel was about to come in there and put Alex in his place, because he must have forgotten where he was with the way he was talking to you. Yeah, he insulted him, but the way Alex was talking to you was really bothering Angel. Then he heard your tone get firm. It was the tone you used when someone tried to cross you.

You got up from the wheelchair because you needed Alex to see how serious you were. “His name is Angel not fucker. I already had this conversation with you, but I guess I have to be harsher. Either you learn how to respect him, or you get lost. Despite what feelings he has about you, Angel has always shown respect to you. You need to do the same to him. And old YN has grown up. It’s time for you to do so as well. When you do, give me a call.” You didn’t give him a chance to give a rebuttal. With Angel’s help, you walked out the room not sparing Alex a glance.

Petty Angel couldn’t help himself and he looked back at Alex and winked at him. Finally, he was put in his place and Angel didn’t have to lift a finger. That’s karma, bitch.

Even with you telling him off, Alex couldn’t accept Angel as the one for you. He wasn’t deserving of you, and he was going to prove that to you. What would happen if Angel so happened to learn the true nature of you and Alex’s relationship? Would he be as understanding and great of a man as you made him to be? Alex doubt that. Angel was an insecure, hothead who can’t handle anyone having interest in you. It was time for the cowboy to go.

Chapter 29

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SILENCE — ANGEL REYES x OC x CANE TEJADA | Part ii.

A/N: I can’t believe I’m actually doing a part two since I never do those because they don’t ever preform as well as the first but after that (terrible) finale I couldn’t resist. Thanks for the support on the first one, hopefully this will bring some sense of more life for Angel. if this is my last piece for him then why not also go out with a little something? He’s the last man standing apparently so here’s a send off on my part.

WARNINGS: language, hints of coping mechanisms? Or Mental illness Therapy is mentioned, I’ve also been binge-watching 9-1-1 from the beginning, I’m currently on season 4 I think! which is why Eddie’s character is mentioned but he doesn’t make a appearance so please skip over this if you’re feeling some type of way about that and are looking for a eddie based fic. I will be writing something for him soon btw. There’s also a little surprise towards the end for certain lovers who might read this.

*GIF and photos DO NOT BELONG TO ME!

Read part one here. + using this prompt and number 21. Timing

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Solay’s half asleep, the soft horns sounding from the NBA game Cane’s got his hands on was actually comforting and it often reminded her of nights when her and her sister would fall asleep on the couch together while their father watched the game. It was late, once watching the clock going from midnight to 2 am, she was once wired, greasing cane’s hair and brushing his waves before securing the doo-rag around his head.

It was a typical night, their version of normal until harsh knocks sounded at the door, breaking Solay out of her slumber. Her eyes felt heavy but she was alert and so was Cane as he paused the game, picking up on the knocks that appeared at the door some more. He tossed the controller onto the coffee table, moving slowly as he reaches underneath the cushion of the couch Solay was lounging on.

His low-lidded eyes briefly met her’s as he brings a single finger up to his lips after taking the safety off. Cane’s on his feet now while Solay shortly follows after, reaching over to turn off the side lamp and ready to head to the back of the home to check on her son, Xavier.

Cane wasn’t sure who it could be, he knew it couldn’t be any of his people considering the situation back home but he figured it could be Tariq’s bitch ass, you just never know with him. He’s against the door now, peeking around but all he could see was a shadow of someone.

Yanking the door back to fly against the wall, he’s quick with his grip as he aims the gun right at Angel Reyes who hold’s out a arm while he cradles his son.

“Fuck you want?” Cane asks.

Angel looks down but it’s not like Cane cares, although it seems he lowers the gun just a bit, for the baby’s sake.

“I need to talk to soso.”

“Nig—, you know what time it is? Knocking on the damn door like you the feds or some shit? What makes you think it’s okay to show up here unannounced at this time of the night?” Cane’s tone is clipped.

Angel shifts Maverick in his arms as he says, “that’s a conversation I need to have with Solay, not you.”

“Last time I checked, she ain’t with your ass no more and I’m the man of this house so you want to run that by me again?”

A house Angel was damn sure Cane didn’t put a penny down to help with the mortgage.

The darkness underneath Angel’s eyes was deafening but the twitch of his brows was evident that he had no intentions of backing down. He still felt a way about Cane showing up to his house and Angel thought he could do the same. If this was his house but Angel couldn’t see himself in the big apple.

It was only right in his eyes.

Before he can send a rebuttal at the shorter brown skinned man, Solay appears from behind Cane, who lets out a sigh before sucking his teeth.

“Enrique Iglesias is here,” Cane informs Solay who pulls her robe tighter around her body.

She hasn’t seen Angel since the funeral for Felipe. Understandably so, he needed time to grieve but she figured he was doing it alone due to the decline of Ezekiel’s relationship with the man and that couldn’t be healthy. And it wasn’t like Solay saw Angel much before that either, he showed up to the second therapy session but it was clear that his mind was somewhere else. Which wasn’t unusual when it came to his precious club but Solay didn’t pry since it seemed like Angel was always on the go or lost in his thoughts. It’s not like she didn’t care but he was the one who encouraged her there to these sessions but her gut also told her that it would always be only a matter of time.

Until he moved on to something else.

Timing was never something Angel managed well. If shit came at him, he was usually thrown for a loop depending on what it was and never had guidelines for plans or anything like that. He was more take things as they were tossed at him type of person but ever since EZ got into that president’s chair and Angel got the chance to raise Maverick, he was also changing.

“Angel…” solay started as she took in his appearance, she could tell that something was wrong, “what’s going on?”

Angel swallowed the lump in his throat and if Cane wasn’t in the room right now, he probably would have collapsed into Solay’s arms. She could see that, she could sense that. It was in his eyes, that he was hurting and sure way back when that might have gave Solay the tiniest bit of satisfaction but that’s not where they were now.

She was annoyed he stopped showing up to the sessions but brushed it off after awhile, saying that she “knew it,” up until Felipe was gunned down in Angel’s childhood home. There was always something going on with Angel and although they were trying to work on their relationship, Solay knew she couldn’t be selfish.

She didn’t have the heart to be.

Solay waved Angel in, despite the incredulous look Cane shot her way. She’s locking the door behind him and rests her hand on Angel’s lower back, which surprisingly makes him flinch as she does.

A brow raises at that but Solay says, “come into the living room.”

“Yeah okay…where’s Xavy?”

“Sleeping like yo ass should be.” Cane mutters, while Solay sends him a sharp look.

He places the lock back on the gun and puts it into the waist band of his basketball shorts, clasping his hands in front of him as he eyes Solay being so gentle with a dude that didn’t deserve it. Cane was heavy on that, “fuck the fact that he’s your baby’s father, after everything he put you through? Why are you still concerned when you knew he was gonna pull that shit? He doesn’t care about you like I do and I’m not even sure he gives that much of a fuck about Xavier.”

This was said after Angel stopped showing up to the sessions and Solay didn’t want to hear it. It didn’t feel like cane’s place—although she vented to him and he did the shit-talking to mainly make her feel better—and it also wasn’t angel’s place to feel a way about her seeing someone else.

Solay inhales as she sits on the coffee table, crossing one leg over the other as she takes in her ex-husband. He’s barely blinking as he stares off in space and Solay isn’t sure what to do about this.

“Talk to me,” she says bringing Angel’s dark eyes to meet her doe ones, “what happened?”

Angel places his lips against a sleeping Maverick’s temple that he cradles and then blows out a breath, “where do I start? Luisa’s gone, just buried my pops, now EZ’s dead—which I—I played a part in, I’m out the club and now I need you and Xavier to come with me to Arizona.”

Cane is laughing it up now while Solay is almost at a lost for words. She wasn’t surprised about Luisa but it would probably explain why Angel was checked out and why he moved in with Felipe. They haven’t really talked like they used to be able to do so hearing all of this—about what was going on in Angel’s world was a lot to process.

It always was.

“What do you mean…EZ’s dead?” Solay croaked out, shifting as she held out a hand to silence the man behind them.

Angel rubs at his exhausted face now, “The club found out…now it’s over. I buried him myself out on the road and I wish I never encouraged him to be in this shit you know? Maybe he’d still be here being a smart ass. My brother’s gone and I don’t got nothing left. This dried blood on my hands…it’s not worth it no more. Which is why I need you and Xavy to come with me before the feds come because I know they will. It’s only a matter of time.”

Solay searched Angel’s eyes and they held sincerity. It was all finally coming full circle now, what she’s been telling him for years…that the club’s brotherhood wouldn’t end well. Not when there was so much dirt, blood, lack of values, and deceit behind it. She had no issue speaking her peace on the club way back when (she also felt a way when she learned that EZ was getting involved fresh out of being locked up but angel didn’t want to hear that shit either) and sure she got along with some of the men there but it’s not like she was ever clueless to what it was. Solay was tired of constantly looking over her shoulder when it came to Angel’s club and that feeling never went away, even when she gave birth to their son and even when they were officially divorced. Everything was crumbling down around Angel and he was trying to get out for good.

“You want me to just pick everything up and follow you to Arizona?”

Angel dips his head, “yeah, it’ll be different this time. And I’m not saying let’s go off and get remarried or nothing like that but we could be something real. A family again.”

“Yeah a real fucked up one,” Cane comments, making Angel realize that he was in fact still in the room with them, “so let’s get this straight? Your daddy’s gone, that bitch you cheated with up and left your ass—which probably means she’s six feet under too—yeah I know exactly what she’s really into and it’s clear you’re too dumb to figure that out still, and now for a club to kill one of their own…it’s evident that your brother was some sort of snitch who got what was comin’ to him. But the ultimate disrespect is you coming back up in here with your tail in between your legs, thinking you can just take back what you lost long ago.”

“Listen man, you watch your damn mouth when it comes to my blood.” Angel points a warning finger at the man who chuckles; not the least bit threatened, “this is much bigger than your fucken ego. I’m looking out for Solay and our son, this don’t got shit to do with you. Never has. You can leave and go back to your own crooked shit in New York and leave Solay and my son out of it.”

Now isn’t that the coffee calling the kettle black?

Cane furrowed his brows, “Now you wanna win the father of the year award? You ain’t never been shit as far as I can tell and you’re never gonna be shit. Solay’s not going nowhere with you, she’s good on that.”

Solay got to her feet now as Angel glared at Cane who was all smirks, knowing he could get underneath the vulnerable older man’s skin so easily, “I’m going to need the both of you stop speaking for me.”

Both men kept their heated stares on each other but Cane couldn’t take Angel seriously with a child in his arms. The silence was weighing down the living room as Solay began to pace the floor. She didn’t know all of the details and didn’t think she would with Cane in the room. There was truth in his words when it came to the club—this Solay knew, although she was always on the outside when it came to anything revolving around the Mayans.

“Cane…I need a minute.”

“Aight, let’s go.” Cane was ready to lead the way back to the bedroom with a nod of his head in the direction of the room but a shake of Solay’s head had him confused.

Solay met Cane’s hooded eyes, “with Angel, alone.”

“I know you’re not considering leaving with this clown, So.”

Angel shrugged his shoulders, “It shouldn’t matter to you no way, the only reason you still stuck around is to get some product right? Now that that’s gone—you don’t need me or Solay. So maybe you should start saying your goodbyes now.”

Which provoked cane to whip out the gun again, until Solay reached for his wrist, making cane glance at her, ready to shove her hand off but he moved his stare back to Angel who had a sly smirk on the corner of his own lips.

“You act like you’re the only one I can do business with.” Cane tightened his stare, “Heroin ain’t really my lane but I thought why not since I’m here? You fucked that up like you constantly do and there you go again assuming shit about my relationship with Solay and you don’t know the first thing about it.”

Angel lifted his shoulders, “I know you ain’t no better than me and you don’t really care about Solay as much as you claim you do. It’s all a game but the difference is I’m always gonna be around, you on the other hand are disposable and I’mma always have my son’s best interest at heart. Solay’s the bonus.”

Cane rolled his eyes, “Let me find you a gold sticker for your forehead—

“ENOUGH!” Solay screams at the both of them, carefully peaking over at the sleeping baby afterwards,“this back and forth is getting on my nerves. Let me think in peace for a little bit, just go Cane.”

She orders.

Cane kisses his teeth and walked off, knowing that it was best before he might actually let some bullets fly.

Solay massaged the space in between her thin brows as her mind began spinning. She thought about all the bad the club brought to her front door and she was just leveling up without it.

So it seemed.

Now here Angel, a man she used to be in love with, a troubled man she wanted to spend forever with once upon a time, the man she shared a child with, was here telling her he was out. Out of the club, something she wanted for years for him because she knew that club wasn’t his purpose. He didn’t see it then but he saw it now. Solay’s faced a lot when it came to the club, with Angel’s disappearing for days at a time making her believe one of those days he wouldn’t come home to her, quality time being cancelled so he could be more dedicated to that club instead, cleaning up his wounds due to all sorts of danger he was involved in, he fucked those bartending bitches behind her back while some of those men smiled in her face knowing his dirt, to having a false sense of protection that led to being tied up, beat on so bad and left alone in a burning building years ago—which she just finished paying off a hospital bill for.

All of those instances let Solay know that The Mayans weren’t some saints by any means but Solay knew Angel loved that brotherhood once upon a time. He was slowly changing and morphing into something else—maybe something better—over these last couple of years but Solay figured that’s what happens when on-going lost comes your way. Gives you a bit of a wake up call and proud wasnt the word she would ever use (everyone that he lost still mattered to her as well) but it was about damn time.

It’s just unfournate how it all played out and there was so much to weigh out here. Solay knew she and Xavier would probably be harassed despite Angel being officially out of the Mayans. The war doesn’t just end and given what state Angel was in—numb yet determined, sitting in her living room clenching onto Maverick, Solay knew this war would just brew many more.

She would be affiliated no matter what and so would their son and so would Mavy—if not more thanks to who his mother is or was. This would always be Angel’s doing and she wasn’t blaming him, that wouldn’t get her anywhere she realized but it was a fact. She was with Angel right when the club was just an idea, a one night stand which later turned serious not long after he got patched in, back when he and Coco just moved into the Azure apartment complexes. The Mayans ripped through Angel, that much she could tell and many in her position would jump at the chance to shout at him, “I told your ass!”

Except Solay closed her eyes and took a deep inhale, rolling the tension out of her shoulders before she met Angel’s stare.

“Tell me all of it but take it easy when it comes to…Ezekiel.” She tells Angel, feeling a twing in her own chest at the thought of the brother she couldn’t save.

Angel held his ex-wife’s stare and inhaled a shaky breath, “…alright.”

Life in the desert was not something Solay thought she would ever be part of. She immediately thought of dry skin 24/7 when she had combo skin. Yes there were deserts back home but at least there was a downtown area that wasn’t far from her home. This transition was certainly just that. She’s in the kitchen in a daze, the southwest home is quiet in her mind as she’s drying the last dish. Her eyes are set on the two square windows by the dining table off to the side of the strangely shaped kitchen, back pressed into the kitchen sink.

It’s a early Monday afternoon, September just hit the calendar and she’s lost track of time. A hand catches her off guard as they tug on the belt hoops of her Jean skirt, making her gaze turn down to her seven year old who’s peering up at her with her mirrored doe-shaped eyes and his father’s nose.

“We’re back from the pool, mommy!” Xavier signs as Solay smiles sweetly at him, hand going around his shoulders to squeeze him to her hips.

She didn’t even pick up on him entering the sliding doors by the dining room, her mind elsewhere.

Labor Day came around much quicker than expected and they had their little celebration that Sunday but Xavier seemed to love the water and couldn’t get enough. Which means Angel was on duty for taking him and Maverick to the pool out back while Solay did a few minor things for work online and cleaned up the lunch angel ordered.

Solay signs, “Did you have fun?”

“Always!” Xavier laughs with a nod of his head.

“Good, let’s get you cleaned up.”

The boy groans as Solay gives him a stern look while he spins on his damp heels before stomping out the kitchen and headed towards his room.

Solay lightly laughs with a shake of her head.

“Xavy pouting about clean up time again?”

“Yeah the usual,” solay shrugs as the man makes his way over to her while she reaches to brush a wet strand of a two year old Maverick’s hair back, “everything go alright out there?”

Angel bends to put Maverick on his feet, the little man taking off on his chubby feet to find his big brother, “yeah, why wouldn’t it be? It’s hot as shit out there though. Isn’t autumn supposed to be here by now?”

“We just touched September,” Solay states kind of ignoring the question he asked back, “and you’re the one who picked Arizona, not me.”

Angel lifts his chin, “you could have talked me out of it though.”

“You don’t listen to nobody but your own big ass head.”

Angel shrugged as he leaned his elbows back on the dark wooded island that was rolled and locked in place on a angle in the kitchen, “seriously though, I’ve seen you in here looking like you’re off in space and shit. You sure you’re alright?”

Ever since Solay made the decision to be here with Angel, Maverick, and Xavier, Angel always made it his task to question how she was holding up. Like it was devastating or like she had regrets being here but that’s not truly how she felt. She wasn’t sure how she felt, Solay couldn’t really explain it. She just knows she feels something unsettling often. After Angel told her the truth back in her old stucco home in Santo Padre, she knew getting the hell out of dodge was also the best option.

They weren’t together but they found a new therapist and communicated much better. Angel worked two jobs, first considering a semi-truck driving job but declined once he knew how much hours he would have to put in and how long he would be away from his family. He was persistent on turning over a new leaf. Of course he still had scraps of his own money and Luisa’s blood money but he promised Solay that he wouldn’t use that money when it came to renting their home. He could do whatever he wanted with it but not when it came to their new home or Xavier. So he worked as a custodian at a middle school full-time and a delivery driver on Friday and most Saturday nights.

Solay signed over the building to her second in command at her shop to continue running her business in Santo Padre and if she wished to turn it into her own, she could. Solay was expecting and waiting for the day that would happen. Her main focus was running her e-commerce shop for her beauty line which continued to be successful and having her products distributed in over seven spas in the major cities of Arizona. She was still doing well and adapted to the new setting although her family was very vocal on this big leap.

Her dad still wasn’t vibing with Angel like that after all these years and knew from the jump that he continued to get his daughter into some mess. It really wasn’t like that but a father always knows and he had no problem booking flights with his ex wife, Solay’s mother to vacation in this hot ass desert right at their house. Her big sister on the other hand? She made it routine to talk to Solay and her nephew, Xavier almost every day.

In a way having Solay’s family around a few times out of the year kinda made him forget missing his own. Almost. Even when he was got in disagreements with Solay’s opinionated father. He could laugh about it once he dropped them off at the airport and brush off the touch of overbearingness because that’s just how Solay’s family was.

He was still down to go to the end of the earth with her as he eyed her in a new light now. Part of him expected Solay to just kick him out that night and keep him away from Xavier. Instead he gave her the littlest bit of time to decide, on his terms and even though everything seemed to be moving rapidly to him, he understood that Solay didn’t operate like that. Things could be drippy when this type of news was delivered and felt overwhelming. She had to sit with all the information Angel gave her, then analyze it all and take Xavier into account before moving forward.

Maybe this was just what they needed, a change of scenery, away from the Mayans and what that town brought into their lives. It wasn’t perfect by any means but life was much more slow-paced now. Initially this is what Solay wanted, a soft girl era but there was always this haunting feeling that shifted from her chest down to her gut.

“Do I?” She asked, snapping out of it.

Angel started tossing a plum up into the air, “don’t know if you notice but you just did it again. Felt like twelve hours later that you answered me.”

“I’m fine.”

“Do you mean it though?”

“What?”

“You’d tell me if something is wrong right? If you don’t want to do this anymore—

“Shush. It’s not ideal but it works for now.”

Angel dipped his head at this. He was very much aware that Solay could run off into the night if she truly wanted to but she was also invested in beating the odds. She wanted a stable home for their son. It made sense to Angel and knew it didn’t to anybody else and sure it was rocky at first with Xavier having trouble adjusting to the new environment—which kicked mama bear Solay in play, who had no issue telling administrators to be more accommodating to those with special needs (there was a serious lack of specific hearing impaired schools in small towns like this and santo padre but at least back home there was one educator that was also an interpreter) —Angel had to hide the chairs let’s just say that and Angel also had no issue telling the kid that picked on Xavy that he’d “fuck him up,” which the kid repeated but his own parents didn’t believe that surprisingly.

Probably because the wife and her husband had their eyes on angel. Solay was completely convinced that they were swingers but Angel laughed it off until his ass got squeezed by one of them at a third meeting.

“Alright then…wanna talk about that date with the firefighter?”

Solay scowled, “it wasn’t a date.”

“You went to a cooking class together this time around and a escape room before that, which he had a advantage to considering his job by the way. I’d say it’s a date, why are you being so weird about it?” Angel’s tossing the fruit up in the air but frowning over at the woman.

Solay scratches at her scalp above her scarf in irritation before moving to leave the kitchen and entered the living room that’s right next to it, “i’m not being weird about it. I just don’t think I need to talk to you about it.”

“Why not? I’m not feelin’ no type of way about it if that’s what you’re thinking. are we not besties now?” Angel followed after Solay who flicked the reruns of a talk-show off.

Solay scoffed as she looked over at angel in disbelief, “we’re roomies at best.”

“Exactly, besties.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“I think it would help Edgar sleep better at night if you just admit yall are going on dates.” Angel teased as he leaned towards Solay who gave him the hand on her way by.

“That’s not even his name!”

Angel called out to her, “I know it starts with an E though. I gotta be close.”

“Eddie.” Solay told him, “Short for Edmundo and that’s all I’m gonna say about him to you.”

“Edmundo? Awl shit, you got a type!”

“Shut the hell—I’m gonna tend to the kids.”

“Yeah uh huh, you can get away from this conversation now but I’ll just ease drop some more when you’re gossiping about ‘im when you’re on the phone with big sis.” Angel commented as Solay rolled her eyes and made her exit.

If you asked solay she would say Angel’s the one being weird about this. It’s been two years since they left and Angel was keen on seeing solay get back out there and find her perfect match or whatever. He seemed to be more for it than Solay herself. She wasn’t really searching when Eddie came along in a bar (with a few others) she was having dinner solo in and she definitely brought it up to their therapist, who said it was Angel’s way of trying to make up for the unhappiness he brought her.

Still that was more weird than them living in a house together raising their sons in Solay’s eyes. A more normal reaction would be Angel grilling the casual dates Solay went on but now he was ready to hear how it was going and when he would meet them. Solay’s only been on two dates with Eddie and he was a complete gentleman, had a excellent job, a bit dorky and nervous? which gave Solay the indication that he did like her a little bit when he stumbled over his words asking her out for the first time but knew how to keep a conversation going, it was easy flowing. Almost too easy and Solay wasn’t used to easy.

At all.

She’s helping an annoyed Xavier with a Luke-temp bath, putting her thoughts on mute after hearing Angel tend to Maverick in Xavier’s room, coming up with all sorts of sound effects as if they were pilots (she thinks) since Maverick seemed to enjoy airplanes.

“Mom,” Xavier gets Solay’s attention again, sticking his finger into her nostril.

She flinched back making the boy laugh in her expense while she shook her head at him with a disapproving smile. He’s pointing behind her at the counter and Solay turns as she sits on the closed lid, reaching for her vibrating phone, which shows its her old employee calling her.

“Hey Idil, I know you’re not working on the holiday?” Solay greets after putting the call on speaker.

There’s loud shuffling on the line, which makes solay furrow her brows a bit as she turns back to the phone, “Idil?”

“Sup, so. You miss me?”

Solay pauses as she picks up on the familiar voice, “…Cane…what’re you doing?”

“Business. That’s all I’m good for right?”

Things didn’t end the best with Cane as to be expected when Solay told him what she planned on doing. Which included putting the house on the market, packing up half of her things, having some of it shipped out, leaving a small portion to sell with the house, discussing the way her business would be ran in Idil’s hands abruptly, and most importantly leaving Cane behind. She learned all about him showing up to Angel’s house with his little brother Dru, threatening him to stay away from Solay and to see how they can get in on Ez’s supply of heroin to move a percentage of the product in New York. Cane heard about the new president from word of mouth on the streets but he was the first to actually take the trip and do something about it.

Solay came into sight and he got a little distracted but when cane learned her background, he was close enough to get that connect but he also found fun in getting on Angel’s nerves. Which left Solay to question if any of it was real, she was tired of men taking for her weak when she opened up her heart to them which is why she was a little emotionally cut off—so she thought but she was always passionate or sensitive—depends who you ask.

“What do you want?”

Cane huffed, “how you know I ain’t just supporting a black owned business? What if I want to keep my skin looking like a Hershey’s kiss?”

“I don’t have time for this.”

“Yeah but you had enough time to fuck off with Antonio banderas and kick me to the curb though.”

“You sound pressed.”

“Nah, I handle shit.”

“And what do you mean by that?” Solay’s eyes were in slits now, “you know what? Don’t answer that. I don’t want anything else to do with your bullshit.”

“Why not? We had a good time together don’t you think?”

“I’d Rather not reminisce about the past.”

“See, I find that hard to believe. You in that clay box ass house with a nobody raising his kids, one of those kids that’s a product of him not being loyal to you. Not loving you. Like you ain’t shit to him, he treated you like you were temporary. Which is something I would have never done to you but you’re too blinded by him for whatever reason. Sounds like you ran right back to the past because you’re scared of something real.”

Solay cackles as Cane voices his thoughts to her, like he just read her. “Scared, maybe? Real? That’s unlikely with you. You didn’t step into what we had as a forever type of thing, it was all lies on your part too. All the red flags were right in front of my face and I don’t know how you don’t get that you’re no better, Cane. I know one things for sure, I wasn’t ever afraid to lose you, so stay the fuck off my line.”

With that she ended the call and only imagined he was probably screwing somebody in the shop now if he wasn’t running product through it. Idil couldn’t be that fooled or backstabbing right? She knew how cane operated and it’s been silent for two years now, not hearing from him and her accepting that most of it was probably not genuine was just Cane trying to get ahead.

Solay was over these men trying to get the best of her when she felt like didn’t deserve this. She was knocked off her path moving to Arizona but perhaps this was part of her healing. At least that’s one way she tried to look at it, putting boundaries up and vowing that she didn’t see being in a romantic relationship again with Angel Reyes. What she saw was: she needed to move on from all the hurt, find happiness behind the success and continue being a good mom to Xavier.

Solay was done with the drama.

“Soso, everything good?” Angel called from behind the door.

Solay had her eyes trained on Xavier, her hand resting on his coarse damp hair. She calls back out to Angel, “yup, all good. Hey, what do you think about taking the RV out for a ride a little later? Go sight seeing.”

“Fucken finally!” Angel cheered from behind the door while a small smile appeared on her lips, “I’m driving though.”

That’s right, Angel made the purchase of a RV for the hell of it last summer while Solay looked at it as a possible exit plan. Did Angel know that? No but she planned on telling him at some point. Did she need to jump ship just yet now that it’s been brought to her attention that cane was still keeping tabs on her? Maybe so but for now she just wanted to enjoy this holiday.

She’s on autopilot as she’s getting Xavier dressed into some lounge clothes that would be suitable for their outing later. After finishing twirling his coils, she sends him off to run to where Maverick and Angel are horsing around—easily joining in on their fun. Solay stands in the doorway, arms lightly folded as she watches them bond with each other, like a family should.

This time it felt like it was time to stop catering to everyone else’s needs always first yet that could be dangerous if you didn’t have balance but Solay was ready for something more. No one was going to get in the way of that, she vowed. She deserved to have genuine joy that didn’t end with her crying herself to sleep at night. That didn’t mean to find that in someone else because you’ll be dependent on that person always and that’s not something she wanted to do anymore, be dependent on anyone else for love, this she learned in therapy but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the company of a certain firefighter if she got out of her own way.

She should text Eddie back.

A lot can happen in two years and her attitude shifted being in the same space as Angel again. It wasn’t necessarily intentional in the beginning it’s just that it was always something with him. Now it didn’t feel like she was simply tolerating him anymore, no it wasn’t all sparkles and sunshine either in this present time but the bad moods stopped being constant. Solay’s mind was always on the move and being someplace else away from her main family, gave her the chance to really sit with her emotions and that brought up a lot some days.

She had to learn that her life wasn’t some play in a dream land or that she was out in the audience watching, like this was euphoria or anything along those lines.

This was actually her life and as she watched a tatted shirtless Angel settle into his newfound life with his boys, warm smiles and head thrown back while he silently laughed as he interacted with both boys in harmony, Solay let a smile of her own split onto her face.

It’s after 3PM when the family of four make their way out into the Arizonan heat that’s good at sending people to do a quick face plant. Solay’s checked the weather every hour before they deemed that now was a good time to go out, the temperature only went down four degrees which absolutely didn’t feel like much as she held Maverick’s little hand and Angel led the way while Xavier ran from his side and up ahead.

Forgetting something in the house, she tells Angel as he’s standing at the dining table inside the cool RV while the boys sit side by side.

“C’mon so!” Angel groaned, “We’re just going on a thirty minute drive and coming straight back, you tryin’ to take the whole house?”

Solay raises a finger in the air as she’s going down the steps, “better to be prepared than not to be if we get stranded.”

“Don’t put that kinda energy out there, cariño.”

“I’m just saying.”

“You’re starting to sound like your mother.”

“Run that by me again?”

“Nothing. Go head.” Angel fanned his ring covered hand at the arched brow Solay sent his way.

He then snickered down at the boys who watched their interaction as he spoke and signed, “Joking,” to Xavier and Maverick.

The heat blew across her skin as she peered down at her phone, house keys swinging on her finger until she stopped in her tracks, looking up and over at the two young figures standing before her.

“You must be Tariq and…”

“Oh, I’m Brayden!” The blond boy on his right beamed with a hand pressed to his chest in greeting, making the taller of the two cut his eyes at him.

Brayden shrugged innocently at the look Tariq sent him while Solay let out a sigh and placed her phone into the back pocket of her Jean skirt.

“You don’t seem surprised to see us.” Tariq noted while Solay held out her hands.

“Not really, when you get older it’s always something. So…what’s the plan here boys?” Solay moved her hand to press against her forehead, blocking out the scorching sunrays.

The two share a look with each other while Solay awaited for them to spit it out. They were here for a reason and Solay was open to hearing them out since they came all this way after all but it’s not like she wanted to be wrapped up in their bullshit either.

They just met and she really owed them nothing.

“Do you know a Don? Don Carter.” Tariq starts and he picks up on the expression on Solay’s face.

She doesn’t say anything but Tariq picked up the expression on her face much faster than Brayden could register it.

“He’s this detective who’s wife got killed years ago and he was never able to solve the case. We have proof that shows Cane pulled the trigger that killed her and we need your help to get him out the way or else our asses are done for.” Brayden added.

Solay answered, “Detective Don Carter is my cousin.”

“I knew it.” Tariq smiled as if this solved his problem, “if we hand him the truth and you lure Cane back here, we can either take him out or Don can do whatever he needs to: throw his ass in jail or take him out himself. Whoever gets to him first besides you.”

Brayden brushed off his shoulders before the teens gave each other dap, “Yeah, team work baby!”

Solay shushed them, making the smiles wipe right off their faces, “what makes you think I want to be involved with Cane again? I’ve moved on, whatever else he’s got going on doesn’t have a thing to do with me if you haven’t noticed.”

“That’s not true though,” Tariq frowned, “you know he’s obsessed with you more than he’s on my shit and that’s saying a lot. He’s gonna disrupt whatever you got going on until he wins.”

‘What exactly does he think he’s going to win?’ Solay thought to herself as she tilts her head to the side at the teen’s words, Tariq would know that side of Cane since that’s not the side she got to see but he did fool her before.

“So the plan is: you want me to trap him for your sake? Which again, doesn’t have anything to do with me.”

“Yours too. He did you dirty, right? Aren’t you sick of him because I sure am.” Brayden asks, making Solay cross her arms.

“That’s my cousin’s business not mine.” Solay almost sasses, “I’m on a clean slate this time, I’m just trying to be a mother and be a legal business owner, no more dealing with men that have bad shit attached to them. take that shit to Don and leave me out of it. I heard he moved out to New york.”

“Well…” Brayden sucks air between his teeth with a wince.

Tariq states, “we can’t go back to the city just yet.”

“Why not?”

“Cane’s stupid ass, the rest of the tejada’s, and Effie set me up that’s why!” Tariq was heated, rightfully so.

“I tried to take him out but I guess that wasn’t enough to be fatal,” Brayden is apologetic but Tariq just dips his head in thanks, a silent understanding passing between the two boys.

“Wait…you shot Cane? He just called—nope.” Solay begins walking by the boys, done with the conversation while shuffling her keys as she heads back to the house, kicking up dirt while she went.

The boys were pleading as they followed after the older woman but she was not trying to hear anymore.

“Hey!” Angel called out to the trio, making both Tariq and Brayden whip around to face the mustache wearing man who stood on the steps of the RV, shotgun aimed right in their direction.

“Shit, shit! Don’t shoot us man, we really come in peace!”

“Shut up, Brayden.”

“Angel,” Solay calls from the path of the doorway and gives him a shake of her head to tell him not to pull that trigger.

Solay takes her eyes off Angel and says to the boys, “wait here, preferably away from my ex-husband’s eyesight.”

“No problem! You got it!” Brayden disappears, hiding behind the southwest exterior while Tariq holds Angel’s stare who turns them into slits, “what’re you doing, riq? Didn’t you say he’s in a motorcycle club? those motherfuckers get rowdy.”

“Nah, he was. Then he disappeared. He might be our answer too.”

The door slams shut behind them, making the teens turn back to Solay who’s locking up the home while carrying what appears to be a trinket box. She meets their stare as she steps down onto the dirt and nods her head, “follow me.”

“Not if you’re gonna have that guy kill us!”

“Nobody’s dying,” Solay says over her shoulder as she leads the way back to Angel, “my kids are inside the RV.”

Brayden let’s out a whistle of relief as Solay steps up to Angel, reaching up to lower the gun down, her eyes saying something which gets him to put the safety on lock.

“This is Tariq and Brayden,” Solay let’s Angel know as they make their way into the RV, making the man let out a groan of annoyance.

“Our kids are here and it’s a holiday, why are you two pulling up now?”

Tariq presses his elbows into his knees after taking a seat on the couch parallel to where the two kids sit, “To get rid of your remaining problem: Cane Tejada.”

“Oh…the fucken bed bug.” Angel rubs at his face in irritation while Brayden snorts at the insult.

Solay cut her eyes at him, motioning to their kids, leaving the man to hold his hands up in surrender and then sticks his tongue out at Maverick who looks his way. Solay places the headphones onto the toddler’s ears and gently rubs Xavier’s shoulders, although he’s too involved in his tablet to care about the new guests.

Tariq and Brayden give the same rundown they just gave Solay and Angel listens carefully. He rubs at his face in thought over this, on one instance this could go in their favor but on the other hand it could also go very wrong. It became knowledge to Angel that Cane was still keeping tabs on them and that didn’t sit right with him. This means they never knew what he would do or when he would do it, he was always unpredictable like that and the last thing Angel wanted was Cane messing up what he and Solay came so far to have together.

This was the first time Angel got to really start over and he knew from the beginning that Cane was not the one for Solay. Standing here now just proves that.

“We know a guy that can probably help you guys more than we can,” Angel says after a moment, his eyes meeting Solay’s as she nods her head also thinking the same thing.

Solay doesn’t say more as Angel moves to the driver seat, leaving her to tap and motion for Xavier to slide over before she reaches over to hold Maverick in the safety of her arms.

Brayden’s more antsy than Tariq is, who seems to have this calm but cautious demeanor analyzing everything around them just in case they needed to flee from the RV. His guard was secretly up but he did his research, he found out what Cane’s plan was coming out to California but wouldn’t realize how this would backfire on him.

Tariq didn’t care to know the full details on Cane’s fraudulent relationship with the braided woman but he could see the appeal in Solay. With the way she moved on her own, with Angel and interacted with the kids, there was power in her soothing aura. Tariq could tell that she was over it though and that she’s also been through some shit but if she wanted to fully dead the situation, she would even if that meant she didn’t have to get her hands dirty herself.

The drive from the desert into the Mountain View and ramps was not what Tariq was really used to on a daily but the ride was long enough. Angel’s soon pulling up on the side of the road before shutting the engine off.

“We’re here,” Angel says through the rear view mirror before unbuckling his seatbelt.

Solay looks in his direction before turning to the two boys, “before you ask, there’s a pay phone up ahead and you’re going to take this number and let him know that Majesty and Sunny sent you.”

Tariq takes the slip of paper from Solay who rocks Maverick on her lap, “How do we know you’re not setting us up?”

“You don’t.” Angel calls out while Solay blinks.

She shrugs, “that’s not the life we live anymore but if it’s to get the bad off our backs…hopefully this will be worth it.”

“Are you sure this guy will help us?”

“His ass is always into something despite the fact that he should be dead with the rest but I know he’s been itching to get into it. To get his hands on something again…he’s a dumbass just like you two.” Angel fills the two in while they share a look, unsure but knew they didn’t have much else to lose.

They didn’t have many on their side right now.

Solay chipped in as she rests her chin on top of Mavy’s dark hair, “And just like you used to be.”

“That’s before I became a dad.”

Solay hummed in disbelief.

“Alright before i became a better one!”

Tariq got to his feet now while the pair smiled at each other from across the vehicle, “aight thanks for looking out.”

“Sure…but promise me this will be the last time we see you.”

Brayden glanced at Tariq who stood by the stairs, “as long as this guy comes through.”

Solay tunes that response out.

“Uh wait, how do we know it’s him?” Brayden asks as Tariq heads towards the door but also pauses on the last step.

“…he goes by Guero.” Angel says as Tariq repeats the name with a nod of his head before pushing the door open.

Once both boys are off the RV and shut the door closed, Angel starts the engine again and pulls off leaving the boys behind to their own disarray.

Solay turns with one arm to pull Xavier to rest against her chest, her attention turning to the blur of trees lingering in the now partly cloudy sky, lost in the silence that she welcomes again while Angel briefly glances at the sight of her in the rear view, just wondering what’s going on inside of that head of her’s.

He hoped it was tranquility just like he was searching for within himself.

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