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asvterias · 8 months

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𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒 ~ 𝖩𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌

Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings: Jealousy & Allusions to Sex/Sexual Thoughts

Pairings: (FWB) Jaime Reyes x (FWB) Black!Fem!Reader, Best Friend!Milagro x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Being friends with benefits with Jamie is hard to keep undercover, in hopes of Milagro never finding out. The number #1 rule is to be strictly sexual and not explore romantic feelings for the other. What happens when that rule is broken?

Word Count: 2.5k+

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Author’s Note: Watched the Blue Beetle movie recently and I was hooked on Jaime Reyes. This is my first time writing for Jaime Reyes, so he might be a little out of character but hopefully you like it!

Spanish Translations

“Por qué me estás mintiendo, Jaime?” — “Why are you lying to me, Jaime?”

Sneaking around can be full of excitement alongside the adrenaline of the whole ordeal. You and Jaime were secretly fooling around, being extremely cautious around his sister who was also your best friend. You didn’t even know how you ended up in this complicated relationship with Jaime Reyes. It started with two people under the influence of alcohol, both with the straightforward intention of getting laid and it ended with a confused hangover and a hurried conversation of forgetting about the whole affair.

At first, you two had avoided each other like the plague, sometimes accidentally crossing paths whenever you visited the Reyes residence or from basic errands that needed to be fulfilled.

Then the longer you two distanced yourselves from each other, the more agonizing it felt for the both of you. One day, Jaime snapped which led up to you two heading to bed for a passionate night. The morning after having sex, you two discussed your unofficial relationship and coming to terms with being friends with benefits and nothing more than that.

It was a simple and easy rule to follow, right? Wrong! How very wrong that you were! Too bad that you were breaking the rule. How could you not fall in love with him? With those beautiful doe dark brown eyes, his long curly hair, and his alluring personality, not to mention being completely star-struck when riding his di—

Oh, his voice…him speaking Spanish to you while in the most intimate positions has you craving for more.

You always missed the comfort of his arms at night as you watched him get dressed and leave, heading back home to avoid suspicion from his family. If Jaime’s family ever caught wind that he was not technically single, they would go ballistic, eager to meet the person and neither of you wanted that unnecessary attention.

It was finally official, you certainly loathed mornings, especially when Jaime spent the nights before. There were rare moments when he’d be able to stay the night with you. Luckily for you, today was one of those rare days.

Normally, he would claim that he’s the big spoon, but his sleepy smile widens when you’re the big spoon instead. His favorite sleeping position is lying on top of the softness of your breasts. Sometimes he would wake up face first right in the plushness of your breasts, that was always a good way to start the morning, wasn’t it? Your hands would subconsciously tangle themselves through his thick curly hair, softly massaging his scalp, sending him into a peaceful sleep.

You stirred yourself awake, no longer feeling the presence of Jaime lying on top of you. You tiredly stretched out your limbs, wincing at the soreness from your breasts down to your mid-thighs. Jaime certainly wore you out last night.

Very faintly, you heard the quiet shuffling and muttering of words. Regretfully, you slowly open your eyes, your eyelids still heavy as you rub the sleep out of them.

“Hmm…morning Jaime.” You yawn, scratching your braids through the satin red bonnet.

“Did I wake you?” He mutters walking over, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead, and continuing the search for his belongings. You assumed that he just came out of the shower. He wore a towel around his waist, dripping wet, glistening over his abs and that sight made you think unholy things. There was no way that you were still thirsty for him. Come on, you’re still recovering from last night and you were greedy for more the following morning?! Have some self-control, for once!

You shook your head, disposing of the lustful thoughts. “Wanna stay for breakfast?” You suggest, nervously gnawing on your lower lip.

“I would love to, but I have to quickly run an errand for my mami and then head over to work with Jenny.” He dried himself off, putting on a pair of boxers and an undershirt.

He opened your closet, digging out his ironed suit that you prepared a few days ago.

“When are you off this week?”

“Today and Sunday are my only days off this week.” You inform him, watching him get dressed, “I could run the errand with Mrs. Reyes, so you’ll get a balanced breakfast before heading to work.”

“Oh, really thanks (Y/N).”

“Anytime, pretty boy.” You reply, taking your bonnet off. Jaime blushes at the nickname, feeling giddy whenever you use that phrase. “What time do I need to leave?”

“About a quarter past eight..” He murmurs observing his watch.

“Speak English, please.”

“It’s 8:15 and my mami needs to leave around 9:30.” He advises, looking at your vanity. “Where’s my necklace?” He turns to you.

“You have to come get it..” You tease, wiggling the piece of jewelry in your hand. He chuckles at your playful yet seductive tone.

Crawling to you across the bed, he gives you a soft kiss making you caress his face. The slow sensual kiss lasted a few seconds, and even though you wanted to stay in the loving moment, air had become difficult to maintain, both of you pulling away from the kiss. You flutter your eyes open, catching him staring into your eyes with a hidden glint that makes you flush, which makes those butterflies run wild in your stomach.

“Come here, I’ll help you put on your tie.” You offer, shuffling towards the edge of the bed.

He sighs, allowing you to fix the tie underneath his collar. Your faces were so close that you could have fainted right then and there, completely embarrassing yourself on the spot. You started to worry, wondering if he felt you staring at him. Turns out, he was admiring you and he wasn’t ashamed of it. Once you finished his tie, you cleared your throat and smoothed over his suit, straightening out invisible wrinkles.

The Mexican boy faces you again. “What time do you get off on Saturday?”

“Probably by 10 or 11 pm.”

“Perfect! I’ll see you Saturday night.” He promises, giving you a reassuring nod.

“Yeah,” You agree with a lovesick smile on your face, “I’ll see you Saturday.”

You handed him the necklace but he stopped you, “Keep it, it looks better on you anyway.”

You tilt your head to the side, feeling yourself tingle with goosebumps as he appears from behind you and he gently brushes your braids away. You gathered your braids together, bunching them up into a messy makeshift ponytail, giving Jaime area to put the necklace on. Once he clasps the jewelry on your neck, you release your braids as you grin at him.

Smiling sweetly in response, he steals one last kiss from you and hurriedly leaves, shutting the front door. Even though you two were friends with benefits, he still was the kind and sweet man that you knew all those years ago.

You sigh, lingering your fingers on the necklace, fawning over the mere kiss that he shared with you. It was an empty kiss so it should be treated as meaningless, but it hurts your heart for you to wish otherwise.

Later that evening, Milagro helped you pick out an outfit for your blind date. Jaime tagged along with Milagro, under the impression of wanting privacy from his family.

You and Milagro picked out a nice evening dress, concluding that it was the perfect dress.

“You look so sexy in this.” Milagro squeals, momentarily catching Jaime’s attention. His eyes shift from his sister to yours, scanning the outfit that you are wearing, shamelessly checking you out. You did a little twirl to display the entirety of the dress, your eyes solely locked on Jaime to figure out his reaction. She was right, you looked so sexy in the dress. Maybe too sexy for another guy.

He noticed the mischievousness in your body language and decided that two could play that game.

“So…” Jaime ponders, lightly gritting his teeth, using his phone as a distraction, “What do you know about this guy?” His question was directed to you, attempting to conceal his jealousy. Slow and steady wins the race.

You turned to Milagro who spoke for you, “Duh, dummy, we don’t know who it is, that's why it’s called a blind date.”

“Wait! You’ve never even met this person before?” His eyes widened in surprise, processing the newfound information.

“Jaime, are you slow or something?” His sister asks. She rolled her eyes and continuously tapped her forehead, “Think, dear brother. Just think.”

He fakes grins at his sister and looks back at you. “It could be dangerous for you.”

“Okay, and I have a taser in my purse if anything goes wrong. I can take care of myself.”

“Why are you so interested in my best friend’s love life all of a sudden?”

“Just looking out for her.” He mumbles.

“Hmmm…” She sounds skeptical, surprisingly trusting her brother’s word.

All of a sudden, Milagro’s phone rings, indicating that her pizza order is ready. “I’m gonna pick up the pizza. Be back in 30 minutes.” She grabs your car keys and her wallet, leaving the apartment.

As soon as the door slammed shut, Jaime spoke his concerns for you.

“So…you’re going out with someone else.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Then you should also know that I’m going out with someone else.” He boasts proudly with a tight-lipped smile.

“Oh, really?” You bite the inside of your cheek as jealousy boils through your veins at the thought of Jaime seeing someone else. Surprisingly, you managed to keep your jealousy at bay, refusing to let Jaime have the upper hand here.

You realized what he was doing, and he wasn’t going to win. It was so obvious that he was lying to you. So he decided to stretch the lie, just to witness your breaking point, “Her name is Maria Gonzalez, her family just moved to the neighborhood and we hit it off great. I also have her number.”

You remained nonchalant, continuing your mascara on your left eye, “Okay…good for you then?”

“That’s all you have to say?” He scoffs, folding his arms.

“Well, what do you want me to say? You want me to act jealous and forbid you from seeing this other girl?” You click your tongue, “Now that you mention it, no new family is moving into your neighborhood otherwise Mrs. Reyes would have told me, and I would have offered to decorate welcoming baskets with her and Milagro.”

Shit! You caught him in his lie. His eyes widened in surprise at your quick response to his lie.

As a matter of fact, he was more proud than scared of your realization of his lie. Your intelligence and ability to understand between the lines were one of the many traits that he loved about you. Intelligence is the glue that holds it all together, not that there aren’t many more characteristics from you that he adored. He would never put any other characteristic above the other, harboring his mutual love for all of them. After all, you attended Harvard, majoring in nursing, and left with multiple degrees.

“Por qué me estás mintiendo, Jaime?” You looked at him through the mirror with a pointed look.

Switching back and forth between English and Spanish daily was a neat trick that you mastered with ease. To be honest, Spanish was a beautiful language, and you just wanted to experience the full meaning of it.

You learned Spanish for your best friend and her family, wanting to connect with them on a personal level. At this point, you became fluent in Spanish and could hold decent conversations with the Reyes family in their native language. The Reyes family even made jokes that you would someday marry a Latino.

“I don’t know..” he shrugs his shoulders, “Maybe…I’m just confused right now.”

“May I remind you that you wanted us to be a casual fuck from time to time, and besides we also agreed on seeing other people.”

“Yeah, but—“

“Yeah, but what? You want to change your mind now?”

“Actually, I do.”

You paused from doing your mascara, making eye contact in the mirror with him. Of course, you weren’t expecting that answer. His statement rendered you speechless, allowing the silence to overtake the room. You gulped silently, intently watching him stalk toward you, almost in a patronizing manner to tease you even further. You were frozen, unaware of what he might do to you and it somewhat turned you on. The small thud of the mascara tube dropping on the vanity brought you back to your senses.

“…We shouldn’t do this, Jaime.” You lightly warn the boy. Jaime remains silent, making you consistently aware that he is gorgeously checking you out from behind. He made you so flustered to the point that you were stupidly smitten with him that it was almost ridiculous. It was a miracle that you couldn’t see a black girl’s blush.

“Milagro‘s gonna be back soon.” Your tone was soft.

The air was still tense as he nodded, his eyes still intently focused on your physique. Nervously, you began to play with your braids as your body squirmed under his gaze. The things that Jamie made you feel were out of this world. You held your breath, dilated dark brown eyes studying his every move that he made. It was the familiar gust of his infamous cologne that gave his sudden presence away, noticing his breathing was lingering on you. You shudder, minor goosebumps forming on your arms.

“Then, we just have to be quick, don’t we?” You swear that you could’ve felt his hard dick straining against his pants.

“Listen here Jaime—“ You were cut off by his hands roughly wrapping around your throat, raising your head, catching an upside down angle of the 22-year-old. A warm pair of lips was planted onto yours, reclaiming full jealousy as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. In a matter of seconds, the inviting kiss escalated into sexual tension, quickly heating the aura of the bedroom.

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tinkerbelle05 · 5 months

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~Pretty in Pink~

Characters:Jaime Reyes x Fem!reader

Genre: Fluffy

Summary: (Requested) Thanks for the request, and I am so, so sorry this is late! 🎀

Request: Can you write a Jaime Reyes fic where he has a bimbo gf. Like she's just so bubbly, pink, soft, ykyk but she has like no filter and is a little on the slow side. I just wonder what their relationship would be like. She'd totally leave her hyperfeminine stuff at his place and his sister would just tease the living hell outta him! That would literally be so cute! Thnx pookie!

Warnings: Slight suggestive things but nothin too crazy

Jaime’s Bimbo GF

You two met while he was on campus. He saw you at some event, welcoming the freshman or something like that. He couldn’t remember, but he remembered you. Decked out in everything pink, you were beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. He wanted to talk to you. To introduce himself to you. To get to know you.

He was positive there was a beautiful soul underneath that beautiful face.

And he was right.

You were kind, funny, smart. And so much more. Though, you had a nasty habit of saying things that first came to your mind.

You’d have Jaime laughing with the observations (at times verging on insults) you’d give to people.

“Why his butt out like that? Dude can afford Jordan’s but not a belt?”

And…

“I don’t get people that go bare face but have a 10 inch lashes on? If your gonna do all of that, then at least but some blush on. Some lipgloss at least, jeez.”

At times, you don’t understand that you are being rude or mean. To you, you were just pointing out the obvious.

Speaking of makeup though…

You wore it. Lots of it. Of course you’d be wearing pink but you would switch it up. Though the color would always be bright and colorful. You weren’t a pastel type of gal.

You would force Jaime to be your personal bag carrier when you go on shopping sprees to the mall. His limit was 5 bags per hand, even when you begged. He cheered you up with some boba and ice cream though.

Eventually, most of your stuff was in his room. Your scattered clothes in his dorm room and your make up items all over his dresser and bathroom counter.

And obviously this habit of yours carried over to when you and Jaime went home for spring break. It was a pleasant surprise that the both of you lived in the same state, nevermind the same city.

Which leads to…

“Jaime Reyes, get here right now!” Jaime heard his mother, Bianca yell at him.

Jaime ran over to his mother fast, the urgency in her voice had him thinking the worst; maybe there was a spider or a robber

Or…

A pair of lacy pink panties she held in the air. At the sight of the panties, Jaime froze in his place.

His speechlessness didn’t faze his mother at all as she gazed sternly at him, “Explain. Now.”

After an hour of interrogation, Bianca demands to meet you. Your charming personality and softness was welcomed, especially since she was fearing the worst when she saw the lacy underwear.

His family loves you, and you were a permanent figure in their household l. Spending holidays with them and hanging out in general.

But back to you and Jaime tho…

He’ll let you put make up on him. Just ONCE. And there could be no photos or anything. These were the terms you two agreed upon after you begged and nagged him for months about it.

Somehow though, Milagro managed to somehow take a picture (Jaime thinks it’s her evil sister powers) and now she will never let him forget it.

Even when he thinks that she had forgotten all about it, she’ll stare at him and say, “You looked so cute with that blush. What was its name again?”

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thefandomdirtymind · 4 months

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My amazing, talented and adorable friend @alienstardustwrites had start to write some Taz AU and had filled my head with ideas ,I think you could as well enjoy ( a mafia one and other small ideas). But I'm still not sure. Are you interested to see my style as AU ( Alternate Universe) ? Of course, I continu to write my previous request.

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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As Soon As I Can

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Request from @alienstardust: Umm All the angst in those childhood prompts. I’m a fan! Yes! <3 Maybe something with Nestor? 💫 thank you

I went with this prompt from This Post: When Person A and Person B were kids, Person A broke their arm and had to wear a cast for a while. To make them feel better, Person B decorated it by drawing a bunch of doodles and quotes all over it. When Person A finally got the cast off, they asked the doctor if they could keep it. Years later, Person A takes the cast to a tattoo artist and gets all of Person B’s doodles and quotes tattooed onto their arm so they can wear them forever.

Warnings: language, angst, hospitals

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I looooooved writing this. Writing has been tough for me lately but this just felt really right. This is my first fic where I’ve done a lot of time skips within the story so hopefully it flows alright. Hope you guys enjoy! xo

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You and Nestor were sitting in your back yard, sprawled out together under the one tree that managed to survive so many years in the California heat. You were laying on your back, cast-bound arm lying rigidly out to the side. You were staring up through the leaves as you listened to Nestor talk.

“At least they let you pick the color,” he was next to you, laying on his stomach as he dug through his backpack.

You laugh was heavy with sarcasm, “Yea, if I’m not gonna be able to move my arm for the next eight weeks it’s the least they could fucking do.”

“You sound bitter.”

You looked over at him, “I am bitter.”

He chuckled and shook his head, he was about to come back with a witty remark when he got distracted by finding whatever he had been looking for. He smiled as he pulled it out, “Aha!” he held up his pack of Sharpies.

“What’re those for?” you nodded towards the markers.

“For your cast.”

“You’re gonna decorate my cast?” you had to laugh.

“Yea,” he was carefully choosing a few different markers to start with, “Maybe it’ll make you feel better about totally eating it falling off your skateboard the other day.”

You laughed as you reached over and shoved him with your good arm, “Shut up—like you haven’t fallen a million times.”

“No casts for me, though,” there was a cocky smirk on his face.

“No casts for me, though,” you mocked as you tried not to laugh.

You watched him in semi-silence as he started at your wrist and slowly but surely made his way up your cast, covering it with all sorts of doodles and quotes. Sometimes you forgot how artistic he could be. You went back and forth between watching him and just resting your head back and closing your eyes. Neither of you kept track of the time as he stayed sprawled on his stomach beside you. the two of you probably would’ve stayed out until dark if your mom hadn’t stuck her head out and said that Nestor’s brother was there to pick him up and bring him home. Nestor threw all of his things back into his bag before helping you up.

Once he was gone, you took some time to actually look at the cast. You smiled at the amount of work he put into something that you were only going to have for a couple months. Your fingers traced lightly over the many marker lines that now covered your cast. Your mother looked over your shoulder at the artwork, a smile passing over her lips for a moment.

“Did Nestor do that?”

You nodded, not taking your eyes off of your arm, “Yea.”

She nodded, “That was sweet of him.”

You scoffed trying to suppress the smile on your face, “I guess.”

The next eight weeks passed by. And, despite the fact that having your arm in a cast was incredibly inconvenient, it could have been a lot worse. Nestor walked with you to all of your classes, offering to carry your backpack despite the fact that you told him that your busted arm had nothing to do with your ability to carry a bag. Whenever the two of you were together and things were quiet, he would keep adding onto the tiny mural that was your cast. Sometimes you wondered how much more he could fit on it, but he always found a way. For as much as you wanted it off, you were going to miss the bonding time for the two of you. And you were going to miss the artwork, too.

“So,” the doctor smiled and nodded at you, “you are all good to go. We can get the cast off and you’ll be as good as new.”

“Yea?” the thought of having your arm back made you feel giddy.

“Absolutely.”

You felt like a new person once your arm was free of the confines of the cast. Letting out a sigh of relief, you rotated your wrist a few times and carefully ran your fingers over the freshly-exposed skin, glad to feel like you were back in control of your own body.

“I can get rid of this,” your doctor held up the cast he’d just finished so carefully removing, “Unless you want to keep it as a momento.”

“Um, actually,” you felt your face heating up as you avoided eye contact with your mother, “Could I keep it?”

The doctor nodded, smiling as he handed it over to you, “It’s quite the work of art at this point—I understand wanting to hold onto it.”

On the drive home, you felt your mother glancing over at you every couple of minutes, a knowing smile on her face. You tried to ignore it but eventually you broke.

“What?” you were careful of your tone.

She laughed quietly and shook her head, “Nothing. Just, I think it’s nice that you’re keeping it, that’s all.”

“Mhm,” you tried to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks again, but that only made it worse.

You never told Nestor that you kept the cast. You never really knew exactly why you didn’t tell him—the two of you told each other pretty much everything else. The two of you spent almost all of your free time together, and as soon as he found out that your cast had been removed he was dragging you right back out to do things that could potentially break your arm all over again, and you let him. He never asked about the cast, so you never brought it up. There were moments, as the two of you got a little older, where you wanted to mention it to him in passing that it was something that you kept, but the moment never seemed quite right. Each time you went to clean out your room and your closet you would come across it, and each time you were faced with the decision of whether or not you wanted to keep it, and you always did. You always told yourself that you didn’t know why, but you knew.

“Alright,” you were trying not to let yourself get too emotional as you sat cross-legged on his bed watching him pack “You can’t do anything stupid while I’m not around to yell at you for it, alright?”

He chuckled as he shoved another shirt into his bag, “Trust me, there will be plenty of other people around to yell at me. That’s the whole point of—”

“But they can’t do it as well as I can.”

He glanced over at you, a small smile on his face. He knew how upset you were despite the fact that you were still being supportive. Him going into the Navy was something that you hadn’t seen coming. The thought of him being gone for so long after the two of you had spent so much of your lives practically joined at the hip was a bit jarring. You knew the ache in your chest was caused by more feelings than you were ready to admit to him, or to yourself.

“It’s not like you’ll never hear from me.”

You huffed, “Snail mail is not the same as bothering you in person,” you flopped backwards on the bed, “And for the record I still think it’s bullshit that you don’t get to call me.”

He laughed as he stood up and sat on the bed, looking down at you, “Don’t be dramatic. I’ll be in basic for less time than you had that stupid cast on your arm.”

“Yea but it’s not like you’re coming right home after that.”

He nodded, his expression sobering a little as he continued to look at you, “I know.”

“You’ll come home to visit me as soon as you can?”

He chuckled, nodding, “As soon as I can.”

For a moment you thought about spilling your guts—telling him everything that you were thinking and feeling. There was something about the way that he was looking at you that made you feel like maybe he felt the same way. But the confidence that shot through you went away as quickly as it appeared, and the moment passed as he continued to pack his things.

True to his word, you got letters in the mail. You saved each one, kept them stashed away in your closet alongside the cast that was still there collecting dust even after years of being shuffled around. You sent more letters than you received, not that you really minded. You figured that he needed them more than you did.

However as the months ticked by, you waited for him to say he was coming home, but he never did. It was one thing right into the next and the more time that passed by, the more you wondered if this was how he slipped away from you, even though he swore that that wouldn’t happen. He reached out when he could, when he had the time. And you knew that he had other priorities, and realistically you did too. But there was still part of you that felt like things were changing too much.

Your heart sped up inside your chest when you got a late-night phone call from him. You scrambled to answer it, “Hello?”

“Hey,” he sounded exhausted.

“Hey,” you pulled your blanket up to your chin as you spoke to him, “H-how are you?”

“I’m alright,” he sighed, “It’s good to hear your voice.”

You smiled despite the weight settling in your chest, “It’s good to hear yours too. I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

You didn’t want to push and pry, but you couldn’t help asking, “When are you coming home?”

There was a long pause before he spoke up again, “I, uh, I don’t really know.”

“Don’t they give you guys leave or something?”

He let out a tired chuckle, “Yea. But, um, I’m not sure if I’m going to be coming home for leave anytime soon.”

Your heart crumped inside your chest, “Why not?”

“Got some shit that I’m working on lining up here. Doesn’t hurt to stay close.”

You hated that your bottom lip was beginning to tremble, “Right.”

He knew you too well and you could hear the shift in his tone, “I’m sorry.”

“No, no,” you replied immediately, “Fuck, don’t be sorry. I’m proud of you, really. Keep…keep doing your thing.”

“Thank you for always being there. It’s been…it’s been nice knowing someone is in my corner when no one else seems to be,” there was a beat of silence, “You seen my family lately?”

You took a deep breath, “No. Why, everything alright?”

He sighed, “Wouldn’t know.”

You pressed your lips together into a tight line—things had never been simple for him when it came to family, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ll be home to see you as soon as I can be, alright?”

Your breath was shaky as you exhaled, “Alright,” you were about to say goodbye but your brain betrayed you, “Hey, Nestor?”

“Yea?”

“I love you,” the words fell from your lips, free of their confines after so many years of locking them away.

It might’ve been you projecting, but you could’ve sworn that he let out a sigh of relief, “I love you too.”

That was the last thing that you’d heard from him. He went radio silent after that. You wondered if it was just you that he was ignoring, but no one seemed to have heard anything from him—his own family included. The only things that were running through your mind were terrible. All of your calls went unanswered, all of your texts went unopened. The letters that you sent didn’t get kicked back to you but you never got responses to any of them either. He had blipped off the radar seemingly without a trace and you had no idea why. You lost a lot of sleep over it but at the same time, life didn’t stop for anyone. You had to keep moving forward while a very large part of you was stuck in the past.

You were packing up your room, getting ready to move into your own apartment. You were throwing things from your closet into random bags and boxes—organization had never been your strong suit. As you were leafing through everything, pulling things down off the top shelf of your closet, you were smacked in the face with a stack of papers. You managed to catch them before they hit the ground, tears instantly springing into your eyes when you realized what they were. Your heart sped up inside your chest as you stood on your tip-toes, reaching for the very back of the shelf. The feeling of the plaster underneath your fingers sent a shock through your body as you pulled it towards you. Looking over it, you were bombarded with an onslaught of memories.

Packing fell by the wayside as you sat on your bed, reading through the letters and looking over all the artwork that was still holding up on the cast. How you managed to keep your tears from falling, you didn’t know.

There was a light knock on your door and you looked up, trying to make yourself look much less upset than you were. The smile immediately dropped from your mother’s face when she saw what you were doing, how it was upsetting you. She leaned against the doorframe as she tried to figure out what to say to you to try and make things better.

“I’m sorry, honey,” her tone was sincere.

You shook your head as you set your cast to the side, “Don’t be. You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You hadn’t really spoken much to her about it all—there wasn’t a whole lot to say. You didn’t have any answers and with each day that went by it was less likely that you would ever get them. It was difficult to tell whether or not it was more reassuring for you that no one had heard from him, not just you.

“There’s nothing to talk about. He just fucking disappeared, I guess. I just need to accept it and get on with my life.”

“He was your best friend—you’re allowed to be upset about it, you know.”

Even though you knew it, it was nice to hear her say it to you. Wiping the tears from your eyes before they could stain your cheeks, you nodded, “I know.”

She lightly drummed her fingers on the door frame, “You keeping those?”

There was a long pause before you finally nodded, “I think so.”

She nodded, “I’ll go grab you another box.”

“This thing looks like it’s been through the wringer,” your tattoo artist chuckled as she looked over the cast you’d brought with you.

You managed a smile, “Because it has. I’ve had that thing since I was in, fucking, like eighth grade I think? Long time.”

“What made you decide to get this done now?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know. Figured it’ll be better than moving it from one closet to the next over the course of my life.”

You could tell by the look on her face, that she wanted to ask for the story behind it all. But the fact that you didn’t offer it up, made her not pry. You’d always been open so if you were keeping something to yourself, she respected that. The two of you talked about the logistics of it, and the changes you want to make to clean it up a little bit. You were excited to come back and get it done, though.

Despite the wait, your excitement and nervousness about coming back didn’t fade. You didn’t regret the decision, but it was still nerve-wracking as you got ready to sit down in the chair. She had you look over the pattern she’d drawn up, and when you gave her the okay she laid the stencil out on your arm and got to work. You watched her as she brought it all to life—it was a little cleaner and more grown-up than the original scribbles and doodles, but it felt right. Tears stung at the edges of your eyes but it wasn’t because of the physical pain of getting the tattoo.

She was wrapping it up in saranwrap as she gave you the run-down of taking care of the tattoo. You’d heard the spiel before but you still listened anyway. You had a hard time taking your eyes off of the artwork as you made your way back out to your car. Sitting down in the driver’s seat, you let out a sigh as you tried to inspect the ink as best you could through the wrap around your arm.

The next day, you were putting on a fresh wrap over your tattoo after your shower when you heard your phone buzzing in the next room. With a heavy sigh, you slapped a piece of tape onto the wrap and scrambled to get to your phone before you missed the call. Looking down at the screen, you didn’t recognize the number. But it was an off-hour for a scammer to be calling so you answered it on a whim. Worst case scenario you would just hang up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, my name is Rita and I work at Imperial Hospital. I’m looking for Ms. Y/N?”

“Um, speaking?” you had no idea where this was going.

“Good morning. Someone was admitted and you are their only emergency contact—no next of kin listed. Do you know a Mr. Nestor Oceteva?”

Your heart dropped into your stomach, “Yes,” you couldn’t get the words out fast enough, “Yes I do. Is he alright?”

“He’s going to be fine,” her tone was calm enough to give you the smallest sliver of reassurance, “But we do need you to come in and answer some questions for us. He’s been in and out of it and we need someone who can give us reliable information.”

“O-okay. Yea. Yea I’ll leave right now. It’ll be about an hour or so before I get there though. Is that alright? He’s going to be okay?”

“Yes, ma’am. He’s going to be fine. Thank you so much for your cooperation.”

You hung up the phone and started flying around your apartment to get ready. You had no idea what you were about to be walking into but at this point you didn’t care. All these years you’ve been wondering about him and he was two towns over. You were as angry as you were relieved.

The line of questions that the nurses asked you seemed endless. You knew that it was all important but there was nothing that you wanted more than to be in the room and see that it really was him, that this wasn’t just some cruel trick from the universe.

Finally, the nurse started walking you back. You only heard half of what she was saying to you about his condition as the two of you approached the room. You heard that he was stable and the rest didn’t really matter to you. your hands were trembling as she gestured to the door to his room, telling you that she would give you a few minutes to yourselves.

You slowly opened the door and a sob lodged itself in your throat as you looked at him. He was passed out, whether the sleep was genuine or from the meds you didn’t know. Truthfully, it was almost difficult to see that it was the Nestor you knew and loved—but you could still see it. Underneath the cuts and scrapes, beneath the braids and the tattoos, there was still your Nestor. The man you knew all those years ago was somewhere underneath it all.

Walking over, you collapsed in the chair next to his bed. You reached out and took his hand in your own, seeing the scars and scabs that covered his knuckles. Whatever he’d been doing all those years, it wasn’t treating him well. You let out a shaky breath as the tears started to fall. You tried to keep your emotions bottled up and quiet, but you couldn’t. There were too many there that you had been battling with and pushing down over the years.

Your crying made him stir. With a quiet groan of pain he opened his eyes and turned to look and see who was in the room with him. His entire body went stiff as his eyes flew completely open, unable to believe that you were sitting there with him.

“H-holy shit,” he coughed, trying to sit up, “Y/N?”

He was conscious and able to speak, so you punched him in the upper arm, “As soon as I can my ass, Nestor.”

He winced and smiled, and you could see all of the motions in his eyes, “I’m…I’m sorry.”

“You fucking should be.”

“I am.”

“Good.”

There were a few beats of silence and then he heard the crinkling of the wrap on your arm as you crossed them and he nodded towards it, “Fresh?”

Heat instantly flooded to your face and you fought the urge to get up and run out of the room, “Got it yesterday.”

“Can I see?”

You hated that he was talking to you like everything was normal, but you couldn’t lie and said that you didn’t miss it. Taking a deep breath, you laid your arm down on the hospital bed for him to inspect. A smile instantly took over his features when he saw what it was. He looked up at you, and when he saw the happiness and hurt both in your expression, his smile dulled a little bit.

“I’m so sorry.”

“What the fuck, Nestor?”

“I know, I know. I should’ve said something.”

“Uh…yea.”

“When they let me out of here, will you let me take you somewhere and tell you all about it?”

“I mean. I guess. But only because I’m nosey,” you managed a smile through the tears.

“I love you.”

The words made your heart skip a beat in your chest, “I love you too.”

“That’s way less clunky than a cast,” he tapped the plastic wrap.

You smiled, wiping the tears away, “Yea, I guess so.”

“I can’t believe you still have the same number after all these years.”

You paused, looking down at your hands, “I kept it in case your ass decided to smarten up and call me one of these days.”

“Hospital calling you on my behalf doesn’t count?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “No. No it doesn’t.”

He reached over and clasped your hand in his, “I’m really glad that you’re here.”

With a deep sigh, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the side of his forehead, careful to miss all the scrapes, “Me too.”

There was so much more to be said, but it could wait. You tried to soak up the feeling of his hand over yours, smiles appearing on both of your faces despite the lost time and the gravity of the situation. A lot of things had changed, but as you felt the heat from his palm and the way his thumb traced back and forth over your hand, you knew the important things were still exactly the same.

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Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter Duo) annnndddd eventual Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (Romantic Pairing) A/N: Okay so FINALLY have an update. Been a really tough week for me with some personal life stuff but finally got in the head space to finish this chapter up. First time writing smut so be patient with me lol! But I hope y’all enjoy this update on some of my fav characters, I have so much in store for them!!! Chapter Index TW: 18+, SMUT, mentions of murder, death, violence, drugs, and alcohol.

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The driveway of her rented house seemed exceptionally long as she sped walked to the front steps towards the porch. Lara refused Angel’s offer to follow her home but he did do her the courtesy of escorting her to her car. While she liked to play the calm and collected woman who wasn’t worried about what had just happened, she was terrified. On her second lap of circling the block to make sure she wasn’t followed she realized just how spooked she was.

Her hands shook as they fumbled with the keys to get in the door and after a few failed attempts she finally got it open, quickly escaping to the opposite side of the door and locking it shut. Her eyes scanned over what she could see in the house and it seemed that everything was in place and normal and as she walked up the entryway stairs her eyes did the same. Her body jumped as Frankie exited her room and started to speak without warning.

“You’re home earlier than I expected,” she practically skipped by Lara. The both of them were at completely different levels of emotions currently. Lara stared at her almost in envy, wishing she could go back to the bliss she felt nearly an hour ago.

“What’s your deal?” Frankie walked back by her now with a snack in hand.

“They know,” the only words that escaped her mouth as she began to really process what happened.

“Who knows?” Frankie questioned, still with her upbeat inflection unaware of what the girl meant. The instance was nearly 5 years ago, the girls had moved on, so much had happened, it almost could have been another lifetime.

“The Calaveras.” Lara kept to her two word statements. The adrenaline was gone, the realization was now sinking in.

Frankie now froze, her emotion began sliding down the spectrum getting closer to where Lara was at now.

“Ok, I need information,” Frankie was still level-headed enough to come up with a plan.

Lara looked up at Frankie, tears in her eyes as she began shaking, not able to get a word out. Frankie understood and just grabbed the girl in an embrace.

Silence. The girls held each other with no words, just the sound of the clock over the kitchen sink ticking back and forth almost mocking them as if a countdown had begun to shit hitting the fan.

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Eventually, the girls sat down on the couch and began to talk. Lara filled in Frankie on what happened, what the man said, what she said, how Angel showed up.

“He’s going to tell Bishop,” Lara shook her head.

“He won’t, but would it be so bad if he did?” Frankie frowned. “I mean Bishop knowing seems like our best bet right now.”

“For sure, but there’s so much shit going on, I feel like I flipped his life upside down with this shit before and it was just beginning to settle,” Lara massaged her forehead, she knew she had to tell him, even though it was just going to push him further from her, but this was bordering on the line of life or death. “Alright, I’ll go to the club tonight and tell him,” she said abruptly.

Frankie looked at the girl as she ran through all the possibilities in her head, how to say it, what to say, what his reaction would be.

“You wanna practice how you’re gonna tell him? I can be Bishop,” Frankie shrugged.

Lara looked at Frankie expecting her to be joking, something that would have eased the tension in this moment but she was staring back at her dead serious.

“Oh, you’re serious.”

“Yea, Bishop’s going to freak you might as well be prepared.”

“Thanks,” Lara’s lips turned straight as she smiled sarcastically. “Hey dad, remember that guy I killed? Well apparently what’s left of his club knows and their VP practically jumped me in the street.” Her voice was dripping in sarcasm.

“You’re fuckin’ kidding me!!!!” Frankie’s voice raised and came out octaves deeper than her normal voice.

Lara jumped and her eyebrows creased as she regained her thoughts.

“What the fuck was that?” Lara barked at her best friend.

“Probably how Bishop is going to react,” Frankie answered her friend.

“That’s just fantastic,” Lara was now standing up pacing in front of the coffee table that resided in their living room.

“I mean, that’s the ideal scenario, right? You want some reaction out of him, if he gives you nothing…” Frankie paused as she thought of the best way to get out her thoughts. “I just mean a freakout reaction is better than shutting you out.”

Lara took a minute to process what Frankie was saying and began nodding. “Yea, you’re right, I just don’t know what I’m going to do, like what’s my next move?”

“That’s for Bishop to figure out, this isn’t just a you circumstance anymore, it’s a club call,” Frankie spoke the words Lara had yet put together truly.

“It’s funny cause I told Angel it wasn’t” Lara laughed ironically.

“So he just came up and intervened?” Frankie asked at the mention of the biker she knew Lara didn’t particularly like.

“Yea I guess he was at his father’s shop or something. I don’t know, but it was nice,” Lara was back to pacing.

“Wow,” Frankie leaned back and took a sip of her water bottle that she held in her hand as her eyebrows raised.

“Wow, what?” Lara asked.

“Didn’t realize you two had it in you to be nice to each other, that’s all,” Frankie shrugged.

Lara froze again, wondering if it was worth telling her best friend about her and Angel’s night so long ago. Weighing the pros and cons in her head, it wasn’t that she wanted to keep anything from her but it was honestly that she wanted to erase the night from her brain, from existence even. But it was too late, what made Frankie, well, Frankie was her ability to read a room, it also made her great at psychology and almost impossible to keep a secret from her unless you simply just never thought about it around her.

“What’s that face for?” Frankie was intrigued.

“Nothing,” Lara shook her head but before she could quickly bring something else up, Frankie was pushing for information.

“No, something is up, I know that look,” Frankie was leaning forward and pointing at Lara.

Just as Lara was about to speak, her phone began to ring. A wave of relief came over her as she picked up the phone.

“Hello?” she turned away leaving Frankie annoyed and quite literally at the edge of her seat.

“I need you to do me the biggest favor,” EZ’s voice was frantic on the other line of the phone.

“Are you sure you called the right number?” Lara answered.

“Yes, Lara, I did. We’re having this like big thing at the club tonight, totally last minute and I’m swamped here and Bishop–you’re dad, he wants Dos Equis and we have none left here and I gotta go pick up the steaks from my Pops and–”

Lara cut EZ off. “You need me to pick up a case of Dos Equis so my dad doesn’t rip that prospect patch off. Say no more, I’ll do it and see you soon.”

“Thanks Lara, I owe you,” Ez graciously answered.

“I’m holding you to that,” Lara replied before hanging up the phone and turning to Frankie.

“C’mon, your boy toy needs me to run some errands for the big club party tonight,” Lara was grabbing her bag to head out.

“I think I’ll sit this one out, I’m still recovering from last night,” Frankie didn’t move off the couch, “and this doesn’t mean you don’t owe me an explanation for whatever you’re not telling me,” she pointed at Lara and squinted.

“I promise, one day you’ll know every little detail about my life, Frankie,” the girl rolled her eyes with a chuckle.

“Let me know when you get to the liquor store, and when you make it to the club…” the girl left her statement hanging for a minute, “cause you know,” she finished with a worried tone.

“I’m gonna go to Top’s and pick it up, that way it’s familiar faces in a public setting that’s literally walking distance from the club if anything goes left,” Lara explained before heading towards the door.

Frankie made one last comment before Lara was able to leave, “And be sure to tell Bishop, it’s the perfect scenario in all honesty, tell him you’re being stalked by the men with the creepy kuttes and before he gets mad show him the case of Dos Equis, soften the blow.”

“Yea, yea, love you, bye!” The Losa girl called out and made her way out of the house.

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Lara walked into the clubhouse with the case of beer in her hand. The scene unfolding in front of her was unlike any of the recent parties she’s seen. There were tons of bodies flooding the clubhouse, the volume was 10x louder than it normally was, and then there was Bishop who was practically rolling on the ground with how hard he was laughing. He explained the story inbetween chuckles and after every punchline the group he was talking to exploded in laughter.

It was the first time in years she’d seen her father this happy. The belly laugh he gave out as he pointed at Taza was something that felt comforting to the girl, this was the Bishop she grew up with, before the club took over, before Antonia and him had split, before Aiden had passed. Lara smiled for a minute as she took in the presence of her father but that didn’t last long. She remembered the news she had brought, but before she could think of what to do, her father had made eye contact with her. The smile plastered on his face grew from ear to ear and it was enough to discourage Lara from even thinking about mentioning her run in with The Calaveras earlier in the day.

“Later, I’ll tell him later.” she thought to herself as she matched his smile as he approached her.

“My girl!” he called out as he casually strutted up to the girl with his arms wide open and then brought them close together up to cup her face. “What brings you here?” he slurred his words a bit.

“Definitely not telling him,” she thought again to herself as the slurred words left his mouth.

“I come bringing gifts,” she lifted up the case of beer that was quickly taken out of her hands by EZ who ran over the minute his eyes glanced over.

“Thank you,” he said before quickly disappearing back behind the bar with the case Lara brought.

“I guess we do got the prospect runnin’ bitch for everyone,” Bishop laughed as he threw his arm around his daughter bringing her to the table where the group of Mayans and Sons sat.

“So much so that I’m now runnin’ bitch for the bitch,” she teased which made the group chuckle.

Before the conversation could continue, Bishop was interrupting the lull in conversation with another thought of his.

“Guitar!”

The one word escaped out of his mouth as he slammed his fist into the table causing Lara to jump. “I’m gonna get my guitar!” He was now pointing at Taza who was shaking his head with his hands up as if he was denying whatever Bishop wasn’t saying but was able to convey through his few worded comments.

“Yes, yes!” Bishop laughed and with that, he was moving quickly through the clubhouse searching for what Lara assumed was his guitar. Bishop excusing himself caused a few of the men to follow him, while others moved to different parts of the clubhouse. Lara stood frozen, trying to take in everything, things were beginning to stack up in her head emotionally and she wasn’t exactly sure how to process all of it. The overwhelming feeling was building up and she could feel the tension practically welling up in her throat.

“You alright?” the familiar voice said, causing Lara to snap out of her panic attack for a moment.

“Huh?” she turned to where the voice was coming from. Angel stood tall, now looking down at her.

“You good?” he repeated himself.

“Yeah, just–” she stopped as her eyes wandered to Bishop who was now strumming one of the guitars that was previously mounted on the wall prior to being in his hand.

Angel let out a chuckle, “yea, Bish did work today, settled some big shit for us not just as a charter but as a club,” he willingly gave out a little information, leaving the details to be imagined, but it was something.

Lara looked at him confused for a moment and then her eyes softened, almost as if to say thank you. He looked back down, meeting her eyes with his.

“What do you want, Angel?” Lara quickly let the friendly face fade.

Angel didn’t speak for what felt like minutes but was probably only a few seconds. “Figured I’d check in on you,” he shrugged, breaking the eye contact.

“I’m alright, don’t need a babysitter, or a knight in shining leather,” she rolled her eyes.

Angel chuckled, “I know you don’t,” he was about to walk away when he turned on his heel, “honestly I just wanted to say sorry or whatever,”

“Or whatever?” Lara’s left eyebrow raised at his half-ass apology.

“Yea, you know for all that shit that went down with us years ago, it was stupid–I was stupid.” Angel’s hands tucked into his pocket. It was a big step for him to apologize but he figured it was the right thing to do.

“Wow, wish I recorded that one,” Lara couldn't believe what she was hearing.

“We cool?” Angel chuckled from her response.

“Uh-huh,” Lara accepted the apology.

“We friends?” Angel added seeing how far he could get with the Losa woman.

“Don’t push it,” Lara began to walk by him towards the bar while Angel nodded as a chuckle escaped from his mouth.

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The night continued, the music was blaring, the drinks were flowing, the joints were being passed, and pool was being played and lost by the Losa’s.

“Ay, you’re cheating!” Lara pushed Coco as he casually pushed one of the solid billiard balls with his hands towards one of the openings.

Coco let out a belly laugh that was echoed by Lara’s, Bishop was now drunkenly pushing the stripe balls into the pockets to even out the score.

“This” Bishop pointed to the shot he was about to take, “this is where we make our comeback!” he called out before taking his shot. As his cue stick scratched the table he collapsed over the table in defeat.

“I thought you said this was our comeback, Dad,” Lara moved over to her father and rested her hand on his shoulder.

“Looks like your dear old dad was wrong,” he brought himself back up to a vertical position and looked over at the girl. “I think we need more alcohol,” he nodded, answering his own statement.

“Yea, you go nurse those wounds while I try to make that Losa comeback you mentioned,” she pushed him towards the bar. Lara then picked up the stick and took a moment to line up her eyesight with the ball, the air inhaled into her lungs through her nose as she concentrated and aimed, bringing the pool stick back and forth towards the white cue ball, she closed her eyes and held her breath, and just as she let the built up air escape through her mouth, her eyelids fluttered open and she made the angle shot, sinking the striped ball into the pocket effortlessly. A smile grew on her face as she stood back up and moved to chalk the stick. As she moved around the table with a grin, her eyes traveled and met someone that was almost waiting for her to look at him.

Angel lifted his beer up towards her and mouthed over to her.

“Nice shot.”

He brought the beer to his lips and if Lara had been sober, she probably could’ve let the sensuality of his actions roll off her back with ease but as she stood there leaning on the wooden pool stick watching his moves she felt the alcohol working its magic on her, or maybe it was just the Reyes charm. Hell, it seemed to work on Frankie. Angel didn’t break his stare at the girl even after the beer bottle moved down back to its position in his grip at his side. As his eyes were still met by Lara’s he brought his tongue to his lips to clean off the beer that was left behind from his sip.

For a moment, Lara wished she had that beer on her lips, or that Angel had a grip on her like he did on that beer bottle. It was almost like he could read her mind because he let out a small exult and shook his head. Lara copied the man and let a small smirk grow on her face.

“Don’t smile yet, we’re still losing,” Bishop was back and handed her a shot of some clear liquor. “For good luck,” he lifted the glass and took his shot.

She was stunned out of her thoughts as she tried to shake her mind clear.

“Or to drown our sorrows because you just lost,” Coco said as he cleaned the table.

For Lara, the shot was liquid courage, the liquor trickled down her throat slowly, it not only sent a burn down her throat but it warmed her whole body up, it shook every doubting thought in her brain while also putting a million more in their place. She looked over at the clubhouse door to see the back of Angel’s kutte as he snuck out the entrance.

“I’m gonna get some air,” Lara said without cognition and let her body move her towards the door. Bishop and Coco were so deep into their drinks and arguments over the lost pool game that neither of them paid any mind to the girl leaving.

The chill breeze of the night hit the girl as she left the clubhouse. She crossed her arms around her chest to bring in some body heat. The crisp air didn’t do much to sober her up, her eyes wandered around the lot until they landed on who she was looking for, the only person out there. The cloud of smoke is what gave Angel’s location away, he leaned on the edge of the scrapyard’s office building smoking a cigarette.

She approached him, her demeanor wasn’t sloppy drunk, but it wasn’t confident sober either, it lived somewhere in between the two, if you were to ask her to describe it she probably would have said it was the most laid back she had felt in a long time, she felt like herself again in that moment.

“You know those will kill you, right?” Lara spoke.

“Yea, I think someone told me that once,” Angel responded, handing her the cigarette knowing she had plans to swipe it out of his mouth anyway like she had done in the past.

She took a step closer to him, closing the gap in between them and took the cigarette. She brought it to her lips and instantly she could taste the beer, her mind went back to moments ago when he licked the residue of it off his lips and she felt chills move down her spine.

“If you’re cold you should go inside,” Angel responded, almost to suave for his own good.

“Why would I do that when my friend is out here?” It was like her mouth was thinking before her brain.

Angel couldn’t hide the growing grin on his face at her sentence, “friends, huh?”

“Don Julio convinced me,” she passed the cigarette back to him like they were smoking a joint.

“He another friend of yours?” Angel asked as he took the last puff of the cigarette.

“Something like that, I think,” Lara tilted her head to the side trying to read the man standing in front of her. “Don and I are like the type of friends who bring out the worst in each other if we hang out too long,”

“Maybe you shouldn’t hang out with Don too much,” Angel countered the girl’s statement.

“Why do you think I came out here with you, friend?”

Whether Lara knew it or not her body was moving an inch forward with every word she let roll off her tongue.

“And what type of friends are we?” Angel threw the cigarette to the left of him and brought his eyes down to look into Lara’s.

“The kind that do this.”

Lara brought herself up on her tippy toes and brought his face down to meet hers. Their lips crashed into eachothers and it didn’t take them long to fall back into what they started 5 years ago. Angel immediately wrapped his arms around her torso, moving it to rest on the small of her back and slowly retreating lower and lower.

The taste of the beer Lara was fiending to taste filled her mouth as their tongues danced back and forth. Something that normally would have repulsed her but thanks to her friend Don Julio was enticing her more. The smell of the cigarette mixed with cologne on his kutte filled her nose and it oddly comforted her. He was familiar. And not in the ‘been there done that’ kind of way but in the comforting, safe, ‘you know me and I know you’ way.

Angel moved the girl’s hair out of her face with his left hand as he cupped his palm around her cheek to bring her closer to him as if that was even possible. Lara’s hands moved to Angel’s kutte and ripped it off his shoulders, then grabbed the sides of his flannel to grip him flush against her body. With that movement Angel brought the hand that was resting on her lower back underneath her shorts to cup her ass. He felt Lara’s smile as they kissed and it was the push he needed. Suddenly he was moving his left hand to mirror his right and with a steady grip he picked the girl up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as she let a chuckle out and his hands didn’t move from cupping the denim back pockets.

Angel brought the girl into the office, not letting their lips part, just putting all his faith in muscle memory of how to properly enter the building. With what some would call luck, he made it without stumbling and placed the girl on the desk as he began to finish what Lara had started by taking off his flannel. They leaned their foreheads against each other and as he did so, Lara started to unbuckle his pants.

“Slow down,” Angel said after he threw his flannel to the ground and gripped Lara’s hands to stop her from continuing her task of undressing him.

Lara frowned for a minute until Angel lifted the girl's hands straight up. They were now up above her head and met together at the wrist by a tight grip by Angel’s hands. He began to slowly kiss his way down her arm, some spots were unmarked without a kiss but the touch of his hot breath against her skin filled those empty spaces. It was the simplest form of foreplay but it was enough to get to Lara. A moan escaped her mouth as he reached down to her bicep.

“See good things happen when you slow down,” Angel chuckled and moved to her neck, letting her arms fall and rest around his naked upper chest as she leaned back letting her neck be completely exposed for him to explore like a treasure map.

“And good things happen if you just fuck me already,” she let out the aggresive statement without thinking and let her legs spread and bend at the knee so their clothed bottom halves were against eachother.

Angel let out of breath but didn’t argue with the woman, he undid her denim shorts and slid them off her silky smooth legs, he moved her underwear to the side and brought his hand to her inner thigh which made the girl tremble a little. She arched her back and leaned back so she could regain balance and just as she did, Angel brushed his fingers against her opening, causing her to lean her head back and let out a whine.

After moments of him teasing her still, she was about to beg for him again but he stopped. She brought her eyes back to see him undressing what was left of his apparel and move back to let their bodies touch again without anything in the way now.

“No,” she said as she brought herself back up. Angel froze, nervous that he had done something wrong, something to upset her, but she jumped off the table and pointed for him to lay down on it.

“My turn to do the work,” she smiled.

Angel got onto his back on the table and quickly put on the condom he had before Lara brought herself on top of him, she rubbed herself on him before moving to let him enter her. As he slid into her a few curses left his mouth, and he grabbed tight onto her hips, practically doing the work for her by moving her back and forth. Lara leaned forward letting her chest rest against his, her hand gripping his face, and Angel moved slowly out of her before she began moving her hips back down, building up momentum as she bounced up and down on him. Moans escaped from both of their lips and the sounds met each other as they kissed.

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” Angel let out as he pushed the girl back up so she was now sitting upright on his member. He gripped her arms again, much like he did earlier in the night but this time each of his hands was gripped around one of hers to hold her up in that position as she rolled her body with him inside her.

“I’m gonna cum,” Lara’s head fell back as she moved faster against his body, Angel’s hands squeezed harder as he panted.

“Cum for me, come on Lara, cum on my dick,” Angel let himself get lost in the moment.

“Fuck you feel so good,” Lara spoke in a breathy tone before she reached her limit. “I’m cumming, Angel,” she screamed and Angel matched her moans with his own as he met his climax himself.

Luckily there was enough space on the desk for both of them as Lara moved to lay next to him. The two of them had their eyes shut and chests moving up and down as they laid there enjoying the moment. The silence took over the room and for a moment, as both of them processed what had happened.

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Back in the clubhouse, Bishop had slowed down on the drinking, not because he wanted to but because he got a phone call.

“Bishop?” Sophie’s voice sounded concerned on the other line.

“What’s up, Soph?” Bishop moved to the room behind the bar that kept their inventory of beers where it was much quieter.

“I just wanted to check in on Lara, I just tried calling her but no response, and after what happened on the strip today just wanted to make sure she was holding up okay.”

“She probably didn’t hear it ring, she’s somewhere around here at the club,” Bishop leaned over to peek through the door opening to search for his daughter. His eyes landed her sitting on one of the couches sipping on a beer.

Lara was back in the club house now, Angel and her had reentered at different moments to ward off any suspicion of their late night activities, which did them right because no one had a clue.

“Yea she’s here,” Bishop responded after locating her but then froze when he processed the rest of Sophie’s statement. “What happened at the strip today?” A frown grew on Bishop's face, confused as to what the woman was talking about.

“I was at the jewelry shop, opening up, and I saw Lara get into it with someone wearing a kutte, I was gonna intervene but someone else did so I just backed off, figured it wasn’t worth making a scene,” she explained.

“What kind of kutte, Sophie,” Bishop’s voice was serious.

“It was hard to read anything on them, but they had skulls or something on the rocker.”

Bishop felt like he couldn’t breathe. Anger, fear, confusion, frustration, all flooded to his head, it sobered him up real quick.

“Thanks for checking in, Soph,” Bishop said after taking a minute to process everything, “she’s fine and I’ll have her call you back tomorrow, I gotta go,” Bishop hung up the phone and began making his way towards Lara.

His voice raised, it was louder than the music and it was louder than the crowds.

“You got fuckin’ jumped in the street and you didn’t think to fuckin’ tell me? You keepin’ secrets now?”

Everyone’s voices got brought down, there were a few murmurs here or there as the Losa’s stared at each other but aside from the music, nothing could really be heard.

Lara turned to him, “I–” she began to speak.

“You got any idea the fuckin’ target we got on us?” he stared into his daughter's eyes, referring specifically to her and him.

“It–” Lara began to speak again.

“I expected more from you,” Bishop said before stomping out of the club.

Lara followed him outside, yelling after him to stop.

Bishop made his way to his bike, every step heavier than the last until he turned around, almost causing Lara to collide into him.

“Tell me one thing,” his voice was low but firm. “Do they fuckin’ know?”

Lara didn’t need more context, she knew what he was asking, and she couldn’t even find it in herself to answer with words, she just nodded as she stared at the dirt below her.

Bishop sucked his teeth and turned back around making his way over to his bike. The sound of the engine turning over drowned out Lara’s thoughts, but as her father left the clubhouse and the sounds got softer and softer, the noise in her head got louder and louder.

Once the bike rumble completely faded she turned around to see Angel at the top of the clubhouse stairs.

“Figured since we’re friends, I’d check in on you, think that’s part of the job description,” he tried to make the girl laugh.

“Don’t talk to me,” she said as she passed him on the stairs.

“Lara come on, he’ll come around,” Angel pleaded lightly with the girl.

She turned around now that she had passed by him, practically mirroring the behavior of her father moments ago.

“You had the fucking nerve to sleep with me after I told you not to tell him what happened. After you looked me in the goddamn eyes and we talked all that bullshit about trust, and you burned me again.” Lara spat the words in anger.

“Lara I didn’t–” Angel began to defend himself.

“Save it, Angel. Go fuck yourself.”

And with that she stormed back into the clubhouse, with a raging headache, no clue what to do, and now no one there to help her through it but herself.

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Under the Stars

Word Count: 1,545

Warning(s): None

A/N: Its been a good minute since I wrote something. Hope you enjoy this one and Thank You for reading. ❤️ GIF credit: @pedropcl.

alienstardust asked: Oh! I wish you would write a fic where... EZ and reader (or OC, whatever you prefer) go camping, but it's a little bit of a complete disaster lol Either reader or EZ is doing the impressing. Eee! Thank you! <333!

“Come on Ezekiel, it’ll be good for you – for the both of us. Just one night.” You begged EZ.

Things with the club were getting out of hand and all you wanted was to take EZ away to clear his mind, even if it was just for one night.

“Bish promised he would do his best to keep things under control for one night.” You continued as you gently stroke the back of his head while you sat on his lap.

“One night.” You said, placing a chaste kiss to his lips and giving him a smile.

“Not fair querida, you know I can’t say no to that face.” He tells you giving you a kiss on your lips.

“So you’ll go with me?” you ask, doing your best to contain your excitement.

“When we get back from this next run, we can go.” He tells you.

You squeal in excitement, throwing your arms around EZ’s neck and attacking his face with kisses. EZ couldn’t help but giggle at your excitement.

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Upon arriving at your spot, you quickly realize that you were missing half the stuff you knew you had packed.

“Umm,EZ, where’s our tent?” you ask as you look around all the stuff you and EZ had unloaded from the back of Felipe’s truck.

“It should be there, babe.” He calls back to you from his spot at the grill.

“Well, it’s not.” You yell back.

“What are you talking about, it has to be here.” He tells you as he makes his way to where you stood looking over all the stuff you had unpacked.

“Did we leave it in the truck?” he asks as he rubs the back of his head

“No, I just took the last tote of stuff out.” you tell him

“Baby, it has to be here.” he began rummaging through everything in search of the tent.

“EZ!” you call to him, but he ignored you. You knew he knew he messed up and was doing his best to avoid you.

“Ezekiel!” you call again with a soft giggle

He finally huffs in surrender and turns to face you.

“Did we maybe forget to pack the tent?” you ask him.

That was the deal. You were to pack up everything you two would need for your weekend camping trip, and once EZ came over, he would be responsible for packing it all into the back of the truck. He wouldn’t let you help supervise, so you assumed he had gotten everything you left for him.

“I might have forgotten it.” he says, his voice soft, embarrassed

You couldn’t help but giggle at your big, bad biker man, embarrassed that he messed up. Walking over to him, you wrap your arms around his middle, placing your chin on his chest as you look up to him.

“It’s okay, we will make the best of it. At least we have the air mattress and sleeping bags, well just be sleeping under the stars tonight.” you tell him as you place a chaste kiss to his lips.

“About that...We just have the air mattress.” he tells you as he scrunches up his nose, afraid of how you will react.

Releasing EZ, you do another sweep of all the stuff in front of you and make a note of the box with the air mattress, but not the bag you knew you had placed the two sleeping bags in.

“Ezekiel Reyes! What have you done?” you ask, throwing your hands in the air teasingly.

“Baby...I fucked up.” he tells you

“What happened EZ? I had everything there for you to just put in the car.”

“I put it to the side so it will be the first thing we unload, but then someone had to come moseying on into the garage in her goddamn booty shorts and all kinds of needy. That I forgot.”

“Nuh uh. You are not blaming this on me, boy scout.” You tried to protest.

EZ and you both couldn’t help but just laugh at the situation.

“I’m sorry, mi Amor.” he tells you, placing a kiss to your forehead

“At least it looks like it won’t rain.” Both of you looking up at the clear blue sky.

“Alright boy scout. I’m starving, how bought you get lunch going and I’ll set things up and see what else you might have forgotten.” you tease, giving him a slight slap on his butt as he makes his way back to the grill.

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“Baby, I love cuddling with you, but I’m freezing.” you say as you try your best to cuddle deeper into EZ’s side.

EZ does his best to get your mind off how cold you were by telling you about some of the stars that were visible. You couldn’t help but slightly giggle at his knowledge of just about everything.

“You see those three stars close to each other?” EZ asked while pointing up at the dark night sky.

“Mmhm!” you nod, nestling into EZ as you slightly moved to see the sky better, while he explained the star constellation of Orion to you.

The stars were in full glory due to the new moon. You watched as a few shooting stars passed by, as EZ continued rambling on about the stars above. After a few minutes of looking skyward, you turned on your side to face him, propping your head up with your arm.

“Thank you.” You whisper.

EZ stops his rambling and looks over at you, his hand absentmindedly running up and down your back.

He furrows his brows in confusion, “For what?” he asks.

“For being here with me. I know there’s a lot of shit going on with the club, and a lot that you are bottling up because you aren’t comfortable telling me just yet, and I understand that, but even after everything you still manage to find time for me.”

EZ’s gaze moves from you back up to the night sky, you take this time place a soft kiss to kiss to his cheek.

“I know one night will not make everything go away, and the second we get back to SP, it will be back to whatever bullshit the Club is in, but I am glad to have you for at least one night.” You continued.

“I should be thank you. For sticking around no matter how much I tried to push you away. For always doing little things, like this, to get my mind off everything else. I love you!” he finally turns back to you, giving you that boyish, weak-in-the-knees smile of his.

Caressing his cheek your lips meet his in a soft passionate kiss. “I love you, too.”

You and EZ spent the rest of the night talking about everything and anything until you both eventually dozed off.

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You woke up to a water droplet hitting you in the face, and the world swaying around you. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you then notice that a big thundercloud had replaced the stars.

When you felt another droplet hit your forehead, you shook EZ awake.

“What’s wrong?” his sleepy voice asks as he wipes the sleep from his eyes.

Before you could respond, thunder rumbled the morning sky and after a short pause, the sky opened up with a heavy downpour of rain.

“That!” you squealed as you jumped up and made your way towards the truck for some cover from the rain, EZ not far behind you.

Once inside the safety of the truck, you both look at each other, both soaking wet literally from head to toe. You give EZ a small pout but laugh at the situation.

“I’m sorry, querida, this wasn’t the trip you were expecting.” he pulls you to him as he places a kiss to the top of your soaked head.

“Actually, this has been the best night ever. One I will always remember.” You tell him as your hands run over his face, trying to wipe the water away. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” He tells you as he places a kiss to your forehead. “What you say we go find some coffee and breakfast and we’ll come back once it stops raining for our things?”

“That sounds perfect.” You tell him as you move over to the passenger seat while EZ just gives you a smile before bringing the truck to life.

“I promise I’ll make this up to you.” He tells you.

“Just don’t forget the tent.” You tease as you both chuckle. EZ shaking his head and gently rolling his eyes as he puts the truck into gear and you both make your way back into town to the nearest diner.

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