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chocolatecoveredfanfics · 6 months

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hi hi!! i really liked your “drunk on you” fic with ezreal! if you’re willing, i’d love to request the continuation of that!!

i hope you’re doing well and i love your works <3

Thank you Anon! I hope you're doing well too ❤️ Had a couple requests on continuing this, so here's part two for all who wanted! Longer as a thank you to everyone for all your love and support! Drunk on you Pt 2

Delirious with tears of frustration and pleasure trailing down your flushed cheeks you wondered how many times you have cummed on his tongue. You felt like you were going to pass out from the overstimulation. Your cries from the overstimulation would only encourage Ezreal to pull another orgasm from you.

You felt a harsh suck and teasing nibble on your clit. You jolted and gripped the sheets under you, "Ah!" When did you get placed on your back? You don’t recall the switch in positions.

"Pay attention to me." Ezreal pouted against your sore pussy. You looked down at him, where he was laying between your legs. You gave him a glare as he flicked his tongue against your swollen clit. "Are you done yet?" You asked, a hint of annoyance and frustration in your tone.

"Baby... I could spend hours in between your legs." He said and placed a tender kiss on your lower lips. "T-that's hot and all," you said with another jolt, "but if you don't stop I'm not gonna be able to go for a round with your dick." Ez pouted up at you and gave you one more teasing hard lick from your entrance to your clit causing you to let out a hiss of pleasure and your hips to buck away from the overstimulation.

"Fine..." Ezreal said in a faux grumpy tone while he unbuckled his pants. When he pushed his pants down to reveal his boxers your eyebrows shot up at the sight. He had already made a mess of himself and you haven't even touched him. "Did you... Did you cum?" You asked, baffled. You expected him to pout and whine but instead you got a wolfish grin while he pulled his boxers down, letting his cum-coated erection free from its confines. He bit his lip and held your gaze with his, his own hand gripped his cock and stroked it slowly. “Mh.. What do you think?” He said, pulling his hand away from his cock and pressing, then stretching his pointer finger and thumb to show you the strings of his release. That irked you. His smug tone pissed you off. So you sat up abruptly and gripped his cock. "Ah…!" Ezreal moans while your hand pumps his sticky cock, making even more of a mess with his creamy cum. His hips started to thrust in time with your pumps and his breath started to pick up. You adjusted your position, so that you could lean in and take his red swollen tip into your mouth. Giving Ezreal’s tip a harsh suck, letting your mouth get a taste of his cum before releasing him with a pop and circling the head with your tongue. “Fuck! That’s it…” Ezreal hissed out, his hips bucking attempting to get more of your mouth on him. But you wanted revenge. So you gave him a teasing lick to his tips’ hole before pulling away with a satisfied smile. He blinked, confused at the loss of your mouth. He stared at you, waiting to see if you would pleasure him again or say something at least. But you didn’t move an inch or break eye-contact. He twitched.

Now he seemed annoyed.

He shoved you backwards, pinning you down to the bed and grabbing your legs to pull you close so your hips met his. His cock laid there on your mound and this time you gave him a teasing smirk, “Oh, so when you tease me it’s completely fine but when I do it in return?” Ezreal pouted in response, “You’re so mean~ I made you cum on my tongue! Why can’t I cum on yours?”

“Seeing you pent up is hot. Plus you get more desperate when you fuck me.” You sent him a sultry look as you teasingly traced a finger up his length. That caused an instant reaction, his face flushed red and his cock twitched against your mound and finger, pre-cum oozing from the tip. You giggled at his reaction, your finger still teasing his length.

He said nothing instead choosing to grab the back of your legs and hoist them around his waist. He pulled his hips back canting his hips forward so that his length grinded against your folds, the tip hitting your clit. “Desperate huh?” He muttered under his breath before pulling his hips away only to shove his length inside you and all the way to the hilt. You let out a choked cry, head thrown back into the sheets. “E-Ez-!” His rough relentless pace left you breathless. The room instantly filled with the sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin. You gripped his arms and Ezreal leaned down to press his chest against yours and muffle your cries with an open mouth kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He moaned into your mouth when he felt you clench around him. “Fuck…! M’ not gonna last.” His voice was muffled by the kiss.

Tears of pleasure streamed down your face again, you couldn’t form any coherent sentences at the feeling of him pushing deeper and deeper into you before finally after lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, he hit directly against the spongy spot against your gummy walls. Your eye rolled into the back of your head and clenched shut as stars exploded behind your eyelids. “Fuh- ck! Ez! Hah!”

“Y-yeah? Come on baby- hnn! Use your hah! Words!” Ezreal groaned and buried his face into your shoulder leaving hot, wet kisses against your neck.”Gonna cum! I’m gonna-” You let out a choked cry when you felt his hand move in between your moving bodies to rub harsh quick circles against your clit. Your walls tightened as you reached your peak, letting out a sob. Ezreal quickly muffled it with another open mouth kiss as he reached his own peak, quickly following after your own. You shivered at the feeling of his warm seed coating your walls. He continued to kiss you albeit sloppy and rubbed soothing circles against your thighs.

After a minute or so in each other’s embrace, Ezreal pulled away with a content face, his eyes meeting yours briefly to send you an affectionate look before pulling away and sliding his softening cock out of you to watch his seed spill out of your swollen cunt. “Told you… Desperate.” You panted in the aftershocks of your orgasm. Ezreal grumbled and leaned down, giving you a searing kiss to silence you.

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lovelynim · 6 months

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League of Legends/HEARTSTEEL!AU - Kayn x Ezreal

A/N: is heartsteel still cool or are we over the topic already? Anyway, idc, i wanna write for my babies so you can expect more on the way eheheh. Also, I'm lowkey sorry for how I wrote Kayn in this one, I'm still not sure how to make it when someone has a demon speaking inside their head

Summary: Ezreal wants to sit on his favorite spot on the couch, but Kayn is already sitting on it, so... they start bickering each other, yeah.

Word count: 1170 words

Kayn leaned his head back on the couch, looking down to the cellphone in his hands as he mindlessly scrolled through his social media feed. He had just left the practice room and, now, besides Rhaast’s voice, he could also hear Yone’s scolding ringing inside his head. What a hassle.

Still, that was part of being in a band, Kayn thought, and it was probably better than not having a plan. He wanted everything to be perfect, so of course they needed to practice over and over and over, as many times needed - but it didn’t make people less annoying to deal with.

“You shouldn’t have let him have the last word”, Rhaast said inside his head, making Kayn roll his eyes. “It would only make things harder, I didn’t feel like picking up a fight. Now shut it, will you?” The rapper groaned, taking his eyes back to the screen.

“We need to show them who is in charge!”, the demon continued and Kayn tightened his grip around his cellphone. He was already annoyed on his own without Rhaast’s voice occupying the room for his thoughts, he didn’t need another issue to deal with.

“I told you to shut up,” Kayn groaned, taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes, wishing the demon had a physical body so he could punch him in the face. Maybe if he punched himself hard enough Rhaast would feel it as well? Should he try it?

While considering how he could violently solve the problem with the one inside his head, Kayn’s inner dialogue was interrupted when a third voice called for him. “Who are you talking to?”

The rapper opened his eyes, looking to Ezreal, who was idly standing in front of him. The vocalist had already changed into a more comfortable outfit, with a pair of flannel shorts and an oversized hoodie and just that sight alone was already enough to make Kayn feel something stuck at the back of his throat. An insult, he thought (or hoped so).

“None of your business, little prince,” he teased, making Ezreal roll his eyes.

“Whatever. Move over,” Ezreal ordered and, before Kayn could process the meaning of those words, the vocalist was already trying to squeeze in the little space between Kayn and the couch’s arm.

The pink-haired guy groaned, half confused, half annoyed, not able to figure out what his bandmate was about. “Really? Fuck off, Ez, there are plenty of spots,” Kayn hissed, being pushed to the side despite his attempts to stay.

“Yeah, but I like this one,” Ezreal replied like the spoiled prince he was, the rapper thought, pressing himself against the couch in an attempt to put up a battle.

But it was all in vain.

After a couple of grunts and pushes, the vocalist managed to sit - or, at least, partially. Without enough space in the little corner, Ezreal decided to shamelessly rest his legs on top of Kayn’s.

“See? No one respects you here, Kayn”, Rhaast promptly said inside his head, making Kayn roll his eyes. “Don’t you think I had enough of you?” He barked, saying each word out loud.

“What?” Ezreal raised an eyebrow, moving his eyes up from his cellphone’s screen to stare at Kayn. “I just got here, besides, I told you to move over .”

“Not you, I- I wasn’t- agh, forget it, loser,” Kayn groaned, finding himself cornered in a losing battle against those two. Ezreal crossed one ankle over the other, humming happily when he noticed Kayn was too busy… well, being Kayn to shove him away. The vocalist got comfortable while the rapper, on the other hand, became more irritated.

Just as Kayn was about to snap - not sure if at Rhaast or at Ezreal - an idea of how to turn the tables in his favor popped up in his head. He smiled, slowly resting his hands on top of Ezreal’s legs.

Feeling Kayn’s touch, Ezreal sighed, lowering his cellphone to look at him. “You know, this is not half-ba- h-huh? What’s with that face?” He stuttered, feeling scared as Kayn stared at him like a predator to its prey.

“You sure you don’t wanna move, prince?”

Ezreal blinked, trying to figure out what he was about, but shook his head, shrugging off any doubt. “Duh, yeah? I want to sit here,” he pouted, fearing the consequences those words could have, beginning to think of a thousand ways Kayn could be mean to him - but not this one.

“H-hey, what ahahar- ah, nohoh! K-Kahayan, stohohop it!” He giggled nervously, trying to jerk his foot out of Kayn’s reach, but his leg was firmly held back, leaving his foot at the mercy of Kayn’s mean tickling.

Scribbling right over Ezreal’s arches, Kayn chuckled at the other’s reaction. How could he not have thought of this sooner?

“Tickling? Seriously?”, Rhaast barked inside his head, but Kayn could barely pay attention to the demon’s word, way too entertained with finding out a way to make Ezreal laugh harder. “Is our little prince ticklish? Of course he is,” Kayn teased, tracing his fingers down the middle of Ezreal’s sole, making the vocalist squeal in mirth.

“K-KahAHahayn, lehehet go, you ihiHIH- OKAHAY! S-sohohorry!” Ezreal cackled when Kayn quickly retaliated his offense with tickles near his toes, a spot that seemed to be awfully effective for Kayn’s goal.

“What’s wrong, Ez? Am I being too harsh for your delicate porcelain skin?”

“S-shuHUHup uhup! I sahAHaid I’m sohOHOrry!!” Ezreal gasped, hitting Kayn’s leg with his free heel, trying to not fall off the couch as he squirmed with laughter.

“So will you quit being a brat?” Kayn demanded, scratching the bottom of Ezreal’s heel when he didn’t get an answer in the first seconds after his question. “Or should I make this lesson a little longer?”

“YehHEHEAH- AhAHaha, c-cohohome on! PlehEHEhase! Just s-stahahap!” Ezreal pleaded one last time before finally getting a break. He laid down in defeat, feeling like his body would melt on top of the couch, but soon realized a thing: Kayn hadn’t push him away - nor moved at all.

Was that just a way of messing with him, Ezreal thought, just to make him laugh or have some fun? The vocalist narrowed his eyes, staring at Kayn in confusion, having some ideas that made his heart skip a beat. He didn’t know why, but Kayn seemed a little more relaxed now, even allowing Ezreal to rest his legs on top of his again - this time with no tickles.

About 10 minutes later… or what is 20? Anyway, a couple moments later, when getting ready to get out, K’Sante let out an amused, but proud chuckle when he saw the duo sprawled over the couch together. “Good to see you two are getting along.”

“We’re not”, they replied together, talking as if Ezreal wasn’t comfortably laying on top of Kayn’s lap.

K’Sante shook his head, thinking it would be better to not disturb those two - surely they would figure themselves out… eventually.

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nattinatalia · 9 months

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"Woo, come on, give me your damn attention please." You wiggle around on his lap, whining loudly as he typed away at his computer, gaming with his friends. His eyes do not even flinch away from the screen when his free hand comes down to wrap around your hips and ground you on his lap. "Stay still for ten minutes, princess. Lemme finish this last one alright?" Your lips pucker in a small pout, and your whines only ever get louder. "You literally told me the same thing, 30 minutes ago, Woo. Stop your stupid game will you?" Wooyoung's eyes finally dart towards you for the first time in an hour, his eyes giving you a silent warning to stay put but you couldn't care less about it.

"Don't be a brat, baby. Just give me ten more minutes, hmm?" Wooyoung whispers into your ear, his tone sounding painfully arousing making you rub your thighs together. But you decide to not tone down your behavior as you get down his lap, stomping your way to the bed, angrily. You fall on the bed, your cheeks getting smashed against the soft mattress. You hear all the loud noises from his friends, getting more annoyed as soon as every second passes by.

But your eyes fall on the side drawer next to the bed and your mind instantly wanders off to places from the memory of what's inside it. You instantly get off the bed and move to the drawer to grab the pink fluffy handcuffs. You never thought you would use it on Wooyoung but here you were. You hide the pretty cuffs behind your back, as you walk up to him yet again, this time with a firm intention.

You pull his chair away from the desk, making him stop his games abruptly. "What the fuck-" You cut his words off by smashing your lips onto his plumpy soft ones as you mount over his lap. You smirk into the kiss when his hands naturally come down to grop your ass making it easier for you. You immediately take the chance, while he deepens the kiss, you lock the cuffs around his hands tightly. Wooyoung instantly tries to pull away at the feeling of his hands being tied, and tries hard to separate his hands.

Content from your actions, you pull away from his lips with a smirk dancing in your lips. "What the fuck, kitten. Untie my hands right now." You giggle mockingly, and wiggle your ass a bit against his hands. Wooyoung's eyebrows furrow in annoyance before he heaves out a long sigh, "I'm not gonna untie you, Woo. Maybe you can have a taste of your own medicine?" Your teasing tone got more prominent. Your hands trace his bare neck, "Oh how pretty your neck would look with my hands around it, don't you think so, Woo?" Wooyoung's expression stays annoyed, "Fucking Untie me, Princess."

"Now that's not something you say to your master, do you, Woo?" Your teasing definitely got onto his last nerve.

Wooyoung's eyes close in frustration that was building up, "Kitten, I swear to fucking god, if you don't untie me in few seconds, you'll face worser consequences." A shiver gets shot down your spine from his dominant tone, but you definitely do not give up on your attitude. "Oh really? What can you do, Woo? Your hands are tied anyway?" You instantly regret your words, when you hear the sound of the metal clicking behind you, making you widen your eyes.

And before you knew it, you were lifted into the air, his hands groping you ass to support your legs around his waist. His hands drop your figure on to the bed, making your back hit the soft mattress as Wooyoung hovers over you. Smirking, he brings the cuffs in front of your face, "I've used this long enough on you to know how it works, kitten." You are left speechless, and a whiny groan erupts from you in defeat.

His hand comes up to wrap around your neck, raising you upwards. "Get on your knees." He rasps next to your ear making you instantly scramble to your knees. You look up at him, your eyes falling on his bulge, his dick confined against his sweats. "Raise your hands." Wooyoung orders, making you raise your hands up. You moan to yourself when you feel him tug hardly at your wrist, as he soon cuffs your hands together with fluffy cuffs. "Fucking brat, don't you always want me to fucking teach you, your damn place." Whimpers escape your throat and his words giving you an adrenaline rush while wetness pools in between your thighs.

His hands pull down his trousers in seconds, freeing his cock as his length sprung out standing proudly. Your mouth drools at the sight, and you lean in to wrap your lips around his tip only for his hand to lightly smack against your cheeks. "Did I give you permission to have my cock? Beg for it, kitten." His eyebrows rise, his eyes staring down at you intensely as his hand traces your jaw. You roll your eyes at his words, making his eyes darken and you instantly feel his hands strike your cheek harshly.

"Fix your attitude slut, you're the one who begged for my attention, now fucking beg for it." His voice rises louder, "I'm so sorry master, please give me your cock. I beg you, master." His lips curl up in a smirk, and his hands slowly come down to guide his cock towards your mouth. He teasingly places the tip of his cock against your lips, and you instantly wrap your mouth around his angry tip. But you decide to push his buttons by slowly licking his tip, teasing him by not lowering further. Wooyoung grunts in annoyance and before you know it, his hands lock in between your hair strands, showing you down his length before you could comprehend anything.

"Such a brat, never fucking learn your lesson, do you?" Your eyes tear up slightly when his cock hits the back of your throat, stretching your throat. His hands continue to pull on your hair, making your head bob up and down on his cock. You gag around his thick length, while Wooyoung could only care less as he shoves his cock deeper into your mouth. "Take my cock like the slut I know you are." His words make wetness seep out of your cunt, your thighs rub against each other in need of finding some pleasure.

Your not-so subtle actions definitely don't go unnoticed by Wooyoung and he instantly pulls his cock out of your mouth making you whine and look up. Your soft doe eyes meet his stern ones, his hands grasp your jaw harshly, "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees." Your thighs shudder slightly from excitement as you oblige to his words. A shudder runs down your spine when you hear the sounds coming from the wardrobe.

Soon in a few minutes, Wooyoung comes back with the too familiar black leather leash with metal ornaments and the metal gag ball in his one hand. But before you could take a good look at his other hand, your neck was being tied as the leather leash prettily tightens around your neck. Your eyes slightly tear up from the way it choked you, "You wanted this, didn't you kitten? Being tied with a leash like a fucking kitten, who doesn't know anything but to rut against her master." You whimper from his words, your thighs shuddering from the way he pulls on the leash harshly.

Wooyoung climbs onto the bed, moving behind you as he grips your hips harshly. You moan when his hands leave a handprint on your hips from how hard he gripped them. You had worn his simple white shirt which by now was hunched up around your waist giving him the perfect view of your ass. His hands strike against your asscheek, hard, leaving behind a red burning handprint. "M-Master, t-too hard." As soon as you finish your sentence his hands strike over the same spot making a choked sob escapes your throat. "Oh yeah? Don't you like it kitten, don't you love these handprints over your ass?"

His mocking tone instantly makes your eyes roll back, and you moan loudly from his spanks. Your eyes widen when you feel something hard and cold press against your butthole, "M-Master, i-is-" You are instantly cut off by a harsh slap being delivered to your ass again. "How about you shut your damn mouth, kitty. Wouldn't want me to use the gag ball on you, do you?" You whimper silently from his command, your eyes filling up with tears.

His hands slowly push the buttplug deep into your hole, and his cock teases at your entrance. A loud scream, erupts from you when his cock plunges deep into you. "So fucking wet, my kitten is such a pain slut, isn't she?" Wooyoung doesn't give you time to adjust, before slamming his cock hard into you making your eyes roll back again. His hands press the buttplug, making you scream before bursting around his cock. Your cum coats his cock, but his movements definitely don't halt. His hand moves from your hips, to lock between your hair as he pulls you back, towards his chest.

"Now, fucking apologize to me, slut." He orders, placing his lips next to your ear, his hips thrusting against your ass, the skin-slapping noises fill the room. " 'M-m sorry master." You squeak when his hands slap your ass again, "Sorry for what?" His raspy tone sends shivers down your spine as you cry out, "I'm S-sorry for teasing you, master." You whimper when he pulls on the leash, making you moan loudly.

His cock thrusts deep into you, stretching you out with his cock completely. His hands come down to rub circles on your clit, his cock thrusting deep in you. His fingers flick hard against your clit, making your back arch into him again as you orgasm hard around his cock. Your pussy clenches around his cock, making him groan loudly. "Fuck, kitten. So sensitive right now aren't you?" Words get caught up in your throat, your mind turning hazy from the overstimulation and his cock continues to fuck up into you harshly, making lewd noises resonate against the walls.

"M-Master, too m-uch can't take-AH" A moan which is released from you cuts off your words when he pulls roughly on the leash. "You will fucking take what I give you, kitten. Didn't you beg and act like a slut for my attention? Now fucking take what I give you like a good kitten." His hand smacks your ass hard, making you scream loudly. Your moans turn into screams as you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm, but this time you felt the intensity take over you. "You're going to let master cum in your tight little pussy, okay? Fucking take every drop of my cum like the dirty slut I know you are."

Before you realise, his cock twitches inside you, shooting loads of cum deep inside while his hands come down to rub over your clit harshly. You let out a loud moan, squirting all over his cock and the sheets drenching both of your bodies with your liquids. You cry out from the overstimulation, your body collapsing onto the bed as Wooyoung slowly pulls his cock out of your hole. Your squirt mixed with his cum seeps out of your cunt driving Wooyoung crazy at the sight of your abused pussy. His eyes travel to the buttplug plunged deep inside you, his cock almost twitching at the sight of cum overflowing from your butthole.

"Fuck kitten, that was so fucking hot. Such a mess for me." Wooyoung whispers behind you, his hands coming down to caress your ass before slowly taking out the buttplug and placing it aside. You whine from the feeling of being empty, and Wooyoung slowly falls onto the bed beside you. His hands wrap around your waist, softly pulling you closer to his sweaty body. While his hands move down your body slowly, caressing your soft skin, you decide to bury your face in between his tiddies, sucking on his nipples. A chuckle instantly erupts from Wooyoung's chest at your ministrations.

"You're such a baby, let's get ourselves cleaned up." You whine at the thought of waking up and your face buries deeper into his chest. "No, I'm not getting out of this bed, plus I'm too comfortable over here." Wooyoung laughs at your tactics, "How about you sit on my cock and look pretty while I get us cleaned up?" Your eyes perk up at his idea, your thighs already clenching. "Okay, fine." Wooyoung chuckles slightly, picking you up as he wraps your legs around his waist.

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jelzorz · 10 months

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151.

It's kinda wild that Rayla thinks he won't notice. Ezran is young, but he's been king a couple of years now, and he's got a keen eye for when a) someone is lying to him, and b) something is wrong. Knowing her, it's because she doesn't want anyone to worry about her—a Moonshadow thing, he thinks, probably related to not showing weakness which is... problematic, to put it diplomatically, because that sort of thinking has caused problems for her in the past. There were the nightmares she didn't tell Callum about, the Big Feelings she refused to have, and now, of course, there's this.

Ezran sees the way she massages her wrist when she thinks no one is looking. He catches the way she winces, the way her smile flickers when she moves too quickly, or flexes her arm the wrong way. He supposes that binding must have done a number on it all those years ago, and it's that that bothers him because it had only gone that far because of him.

She acts like it was silly, like it was some minor inconvenience and not the consequence of a magical oath not followed through. She acts like it wouldn't have taken her hand off in the slowest, most painful way imaginable, and like wearing it so long didn't cause permanent damage that bothers her even now.

"It was the right thing to do," she said once, brushing him off when he'd asked. "I don't regret it one bit."

And fine. He likes being alive. He likes the fragile little peace they've brokered between elves and the human kingdoms. He likes that she's basically his big sister. But that doesn't change the fact that it hurts her, which, in turn, hurts him.

"It's bothering you again, huh?" he asks.

Rayla glances at him. They're on a ship on the Sea of the Cast Out, and when she's not green or throwing up, she's grimacing and fiddling with the bracer around her wrist. This has not been an enjoyable voyage for her, but even then, she smiles (if a little weakly) and waves him off.

"Don't worry about it," she says. "We've got bigger things to deal with."

"We can't deal with them if you're injured."

"I'm not injured."

"You will be if you don't get that looked at."

Rayla snorts then, and she waves her hands for good measure. "It's fine," she insists. "See? Full movement, no pain. Just—ah!" She hisses, clutching her arm to her chest before she can stop herself, and Ez gives her a look that she has the decency not to meet.

"At least ask Soren to brace it," he says. "He's good with first aid now. I just..." He blinks, his throat suddenly a lot tighter than it was. "I just don't want you to get hurt because of me."

A pause. The ship creaks beneath them. Waves crash along the hull.

Rayla presses her lips shut, and Ez knows what she's about to say—that it wasn't his fault, that it was her choice, that it was the right thing to do—but it still hurts, and lying about it won't change that.

Rayla sighs. "Fine," she says at last. But she nudges his elbow for good measure and offers him her best grin under the circumstances. "You've got a good heart, Ez."

At that, Ez chuckles. "I know," he answers. "It's super annoying."

#ez&rayla brotp as voted by you!#this was supposed to be cuter and abkut seasickness but my brain said no #tell me ez doesnt feel bad about it when he knows it hurts and ill call you a liar #in anticipation

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bumblesimagines · 9 months

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i thought you left.

i don't know what to say. this has never happened before.

thanks for patching me up.

- Ez Reyes

i thought you left.

i don't know what to say. this has never happened before.

thanks for patching me up.

pronouns: gender neutral, they/them

"Well, fuck."

Who would've thought that on a perfectly nice Friday evening, you'd answer the doorbell expecting to see a delivery driver only to see your ex-boyfriend standing there bloody and bruised. The very guy you'd last seen when they hauled him away in handcuffs for murder.

Ezekiel fucking Reyes.

You stared at him for a long moment, looking over the blood and slowly forming bruises on his face. A trickle of blood dripped down from his bloody nose, staining his kutte. Your eyes automatically drifted to the patch on the kutte. Prospect. That fucking idiot. No doubt he'd only recently gotten out of prison, and there was, a pretty little prospect for the Mayans.

"I thought you were smart, Reyes. Graduating with honors and all that. When the mighty fall, they really do take quite the tumble, huh?" Your arms crossed across your chest and you felt your jaw clenched. The only thing you saw when you looked into his was Emily and her stupid little smile. The little vixen that had snatched your best friend and boyfriend right from under your nose.

Ez winced and his honey-colored eyes turned downward. "I'm sorry... My bike has a punctured tire and your house was closest." He explained quietly. It surprisingly stung to hear his reasoning.

"I'll give Angel a call-"

"No, no, he'll make a big deal out of this."

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't blame him. You look shit." You spoke bluntly and a grin cracked on his face, though it only made him wince and hiss lowly. Rolling your eyes and moving aside, you motioned for him to step inside.

You gathered any and all medical supplies you had stored away and dumped them onto the small dining table, having Ez take a seat and tilt his head up while you worked. Spending so much time around Angel had taught you how to patch somebody up after a rough day and so you put your skills to work.

"You're unusually quiet." Ez said softly. "I expected a big lecture on fighting and driving motorcycles."

"I don't know what to say." You replied, focusing on a small cut on his red cheek. "This has never happened before. My exes don't usually show up at night looking for a doctor."

"I can start the small talk-"

"Don't."

"I thought you left. Angel said you left Santo Padre a year after..." Ez trailed off and you paused your movements, meeting his softened gaze. You weren't sure if he meant a year after dumping you or a year after getting locked up, but either way, his soft tone annoyed you. Your jaw clenched and you leaned back, flicking the damp cotton swab aside.

"Yeah, I went to school. I got engaged and when that went to shit, I came back. Now, I'm an event coordinator for a town that's slowly dying because of the little fucking cartel on our doorstep. But I'm sure you know all about that, prospect." You spat the word out as if it were venom and Ez immediately looked away from you, looking rather small for a man with manslaughter on his record.

"Thanks for patching me up." Ez muttered. "And... I'm sorry for everything."

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narcolini · 1 year

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ezekial ‘ez’ reyes x gn!reader, whump, happy ending, 2627 words

warnings for claustrophobia(?)

for day 11 of whumpril : ‘i’m right here.’

a/n: i always knew this day would come... the solo EZ fic finally beckoned, and i answered. and i promise next time i write him he wont be in mortal danger LMAO

tagging: @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa @hausofmamadas (let me know if u want to be in any taglists ofc)

Gilly’s barely got the truck in park before you’re flying from the passenger side, door left open behind you. He’d driven far too slow for your liking, so you’re running now, toward the orange-lit yard and the house EZ has passed through a thousand times—with no issue. Until today, of course. And still, Gilly showed no hurry in bringing you here, despite the situation. The very time conscious situation. You’d think, after trying to hide it from you, and then trying to stop you from coming to help, that he’d drive with a bit more pep under his pedals. Use that guilt he’s harbouring, to make amends and get you there fucking faster than the speed limit.

If he did, you’d have time to consider the situation properly. To assess the risk, the likelihood of EZ being in real, serious trouble. As is, you don’t, and your sneakers can’t hit the ground fast enough.

Coco’s the only one you can see, standing by the open garage. Standing, yes, fidgeting, smoking, and doing nothing—like he can afford to do nothing. Like his brother isn’t buried beneath the concrete he’s killing time on.

‘Where is it?’ you blurt, pausing long enough to show him your face. Let him see that it’s you, you’re serious, and stressed out of your mind, so it would be very fucking smart for him to answer without argument. ‘The tunnel?’

‘The fuck…’ His arm falls to his side, cigarette smoke curling back up the length of it. ‘What the fuck are you doing here?’

‘Hm, I don’t know.’ You line the sarcasm with enough venom to sting. ‘Something about my boyfriend being trapped in a collapsed smuggler’s run?’

He tuts sharply, looking past you to Gilly. ‘You were supposed to keep this shit quiet, bro.’

‘I couldn’t—’

You cut Gilly off, snapping your own voice over his reply, ‘The real question is, why the fuck are you out here and not in there, digging him out?’

It’s behind him, you realise, the opening. A small square cut from the concrete, with a ladder set over the edge it. You don’t have time to debate it, though you could chew Coco out until the sun came up, so you burst past him instead.

‘Keeping watch—hey!’ he shouts after you, sounding as annoyed at you, as you are at him. ‘There’s no fucking space for you, dude. You’re just gonna get in the way.’

It doesn’t matter. If EZ’s stuck in there, you’ll make space. You’ll pick the walls apart with your own hands if you have to.

You take the ladder facing forward, which is a mistake, but you’re too committed to it to turn around now. Your hands grapple at the metal rungs behind, heels slipping every other step. It looked like a bigger height from the top, but the clambering, clumsy approach you’ve taken, makes it feel like two or three foot, max. Gone in a blink, and then you’re underground, at the end of the tunnel with the destruction sitting right there in front of you. And God, it’s as bad as your anxiety had told you it would be.

The air is choked with dust, disturbed dirt from the collapse, you assume, and it’s thick enough to make you cough. To irritate your throat as soon as you take that first breath. It’s even making it hard to see, putting a cloudy filter over the narrow alleyway that you have to squint through. Your arm goes up, forearm shielding your eyes, like that’ll be any help at all.

‘EZ?’

There are figures ahead, that you can make out, two men swinging at the wall where the ceiling caved in. As you get closer, toes catching on the gaps between the plywood walkway, it’s obvious who it is, Angel and Creeper, both working away at the rubble. Creeper’s topless, Angel's sweating through his A-tank, and both have been working long enough to look sick with it. Tired and lagging.

‘Get out the way,’ you bark, pushing between the two. You have to get to him, you have to get close enough to the landslide of mud to see for yourself, to know. To know that he’s…

‘The fuck?’ Angel stumbles back, shovel swinging free from the dent he’s made. ‘No, nah, you can’t be here.’

You flick your gaze back to him, hand flapping behind you. ‘Give me the.’ You swallow, airborne dust drying your tongue and words with it. ‘The thing, the fucking. Give it me.’

‘Are you kidding me?’

Creeper’s still working, chipping away at the dirt with the end of his shotgun. It isn’t efficient, by any means, but it must be all he has. All you have, now. Two dudes with a shotgun and a shovel. One big fucking wall of collapsed earth, with no sign of life on the opposite side.

‘EZ?’ You turn to it, desperate. ‘Ezekiel?’ Your palms smack against it, but all you make is a shallow pathetic slap that has no hope of carrying through. ‘I’m right here,’ you shout, before turning your head to put your ear to the cold of it. ‘Can you hear me?’

Angel answers in his brothers place, ‘You really shouldn’t be in here.’

‘Shut up.’

‘This shit isn’t stable, it could collapse again any fucking—’

‘I said shut up,’ you snap, ‘I’m trying to listen.’

It hums, almost, the dirt against your ear. Echoes like you’ve held a shell to it, and not pounds and pounds of ancient soil.

‘EZ?’

Creeper stops when you call for him this time, giving you the momentary silence you need, because—there, yes—there it is, faint as anything: your name said back to you, muffled but clear enough to be real. EZ, alive, conscious, and talking back. Hope jumps into your chest, right behind the heart. It’s not over yet. He’s in a pocket, somewhere, a gap big enough to survive in.

‘Give me the shovel, Angel.’

You look back when he ignores you, just in time to catch him and Creeper exchanging a look, a pair of expressions that you know to take as a no. Loco, they’re thinking. You’re in over your head.

They set to work again, and you let them, staggering back a couple yards to give them space to swing. You can’t dig any faster or better than they can, determination or not. Even love can’t manage that.

‘Hold on, EZ,’ you tell him, though you’re probably too far away now, and the shirt you’re holding over your mouth, to block the rising dust, is muffling the words. ‘Just, hold on.’

A little longer, and he’ll be out. Just a little longer.

They’re making progress, you can tell, the wall is concave and crumbling now. In fact, your arrival seems to have only made them quicker, more thorough, the dirt coming off in chunks, splitting and shattering by their feet. If they aren’t careful, they might get through so fast that they’re a danger to him. Shovel to the head, shotgun nose to the outstretched arm. He could be anywhere within the collapse, hearing them get closer and closer, unable to speak loud enough to stop them.

You can’t think about that. You can’t think of him in there, under the weight of it all. Chest tight, restricted. Mud in his eyes. Wires and plastic from the overhead lights, all wrapped up on top of him.

You chew your lip to stop it. Teeth through the skin, copper in your mouth. He’s alive and you’ll see him soon enough. He’s alive and you’ll see him—

‘I got something.’ It’s Creeper, loud and certain. ‘Help me clear this shit, man.’

Angel tosses his tool aside, just as Creeper has, choosing to use their hands instead. Dirty and desperate, their knees on the piles of earth they’ve already shifted. It only takes a moment before they’ve cleared enough away that you see it too: black, muddied leather. The white edge of writing.

It’s him.

You can’t give them space after that. You’re in there with them, shoulders bumping, six hands clawing away at the wall until more and more of EZ is revealed. His arm, the blue of his jeans. A bit longer, and you’ve found his head, found the bent metal strip-light that has shielded him from the worst of it. If it wasn’t for that, he’d have no pocket to breathe in, no eyes to blink up at you.

‘Hey,’ you whisper, bending down to put your face next to his. You had imagined saying something useful to him, something reassuring. But when you’re down to the moment of it, all that comes out is that, hey, soft and wavering.

He blinks again, pulling in a wheezing breath as he looks up at you—he hasn’t recognised you yet, you can tell, he’s still catching up on being alive. On having light on his face, and free air to breathe, dusty or not. He’s on his back, lengthways down the tunnel. Not out yet, but Creeper and Angel are working on that, pulling chunks off with clawing fingers.

‘EZ?’ you try, brushing the grit from his eyes, then the corners of his mouth, the angles of his beard. ‘We got you, okay? We’re getting you out.’

He croaks your name, makes the connection at last. Bleary eyes at bleary eyes.

‘Yeah,’ you sniff, fighting tears without realising it, ‘it’s me. I’m here.’

Your hands are shaking as you put your palms to his head—too far gone to try and still them now. What matters, is EZ. His comfort. You want flesh between him and the ground, warmth, not cold roughness, to cradle his head.

‘Just a little bit longer,’ you promise.

His eyes close, but he attempts a nod, moving his chin just enough to be noticeable. The next breath he takes is bookended with a cough, dry and filled with the crap you’re all breathing in.

‘You sure I’m not dead?’ he asks, only audible because your face is so close to his, your hair flopping down onto his forehead.

‘Yeah,’ you laugh, though it’s more of a sob, ‘I’m sure.’

‘Seems like heaven.’ He forces a dry swallow. ‘I see an angel.’

You sniff again, your nose threatening to leak, and brush over his face once more. Gentle, because you’re too scared to break him. ‘You’re choosing now to flirt with me?’ you joke, keeping your voice quiet. ‘You’re ridiculous, EZ.’

He smiles—or at least he tries to, one edge of his mouth twitching upwards.

‘I think that’s that’s good enough,’ Angel says, sitting back on his boots. ‘Think we can pull him out now.’

You nod, shuffling back yourself, though it’s the last thing you want to do. His legs are free enough to wiggle him out without threatening the structure of it all—without crushing the rest of you in the process. So if you have to leave him to do that, let his head sit back in the dirt, just for now, then okay. ‘Okay,’ you tell them. ‘Where should I…?’

Angel’s taking your place at the head of him, forcing his hands beneath EZ’s shoulders. Creeper grabs the leg they’ve dug entirely free, hooking his elbow around his thigh and, well, there isn’t room for you to help at all. So you step back, again, stumbling to your feet so they have space to manoeuvre him.

‘You ready, lil bro?’ Angel asks, panting still, a thick sweat over his brow. ‘In three.’

Creeper nods, and then they pull without waiting for three at all. Probably because they’re just as desperate as you are, now, just as keen to see EZ out and safe again. They’ve been digging so long that there can’t be much energy left in their reserves. It’s now, or never. One tug, two grunts, a catch in the dirt, a tear of EZ’s shirt sleeve, and then it gives. It all gives.

They pull him out of the landslide using their bodies as the counterweight, EZ tugging free and over their laps as they fall backwards from the effort of it. You’re only watching and it’s made your breath heavy, matching the rise and fall of their own chests. They did it. He’s out. Sprawled and painted with dirt, red spotting up his arms from the scratches and nicks he’s collected, but alive. Scooping breaths in like water.

‘God,’ Angel rushes, slapping a palm to EZ’s shoulder, ‘you need to cut some weight, bro.’

‘Yeah,’ Creeper laughs, ‘like moving a fucking bear.’

And then they’re all laughing, even EZ, as weak as it is, panting for air and laughing with the relief of it. Shit, even you’re smiling, and the lump of worry in your throat is still set there like concrete. It’ll stick until you’ve seen him up and walking again.

But they need to catch their breath first, and you can’t carry him alone.

‘D’you think you can stand?’ you ask, looking down at EZ laying over their legs. If he can’t, you’re all in for a struggle, trying to get him up that ladder and through the gap smaller than his shoulders will be near impossible.

EZ nods, taking a finally deep breath before pulling himself upright. He nearly manages it alone, but Angel helps him in the last minute, with a palm to his back, and then once he’s got the momentum of it, he’s up. Wincing and limping as he turns, but up.

You’re crying again. Or, your eyes are, and you’re just letting them. Wet down your cheeks.

‘I thought you were…’ You can’t manage to say it. The words become a whimper that you try to hide by clearing your throat. Before, you had enough of a mission to ignore the fear of it, the sinking what if behind your eyes. Now, it’s pouring out like gasoline. So thick, you can hardly breathe.

He struggles over to you; from the clench of his jaw, you can tell he’s hiding what it costs him, how much it hurts, to protect you. To save you from worrying even further. One foot in front of the other, between where the two men sit, and then he’s in front of you. Upright, and alive, and breathing hot, dry breath over you.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says, pulling you into a hug with the arm he seems to be favouring.

You press your face to his chest and lock your hands behind the back of him. ‘For what?’ you mutter, glad of his clothes to muffle the catch in your voice.

‘Scaring you all the time.’ He puts a kiss to your head, against the hair, holds you tighter than you dared to hold him. ‘Must be the worst boyfriend in the world.’

You scoff, puffing it at the skin by his neck. ‘You think I’d dig through this shit to get you, if you were?’

You’d dig through three times the amount if it meant seeing him safe. If it meant having him, like this, on the other side.

He squeezes you again, before pulling back and shifting so he can lay his arm over your shoulder. There’s a thank-you in the way he looks at you, a level of relief, and love, that neither of you need to articulate. It’s enough to make you sniff away the last of your tears, to take an edge off the lingering concern.

‘Can we get out of here?’ he asks, wincing, and hissing a breath as he tries to walk again. ‘Always fucking hated these tunnels.’

‘Yeah,’ you scoff, ‘me too.’

If only it made a difference. If only that would stop him walking through one again.

#ez reyes #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x you #mayans mc fanfic #whumpril2023 #this FLEWWWW out of me #my brain really said what if we buried someone alive today? <3

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berberriescorner · 1 year

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Get Your Act Together” - Angel Reyes x Black Reader snippet. Pleaseeee 🙏🏽

Sorry it took a minute to answer. I never got the notification for the ask lovely. It’s not edited so please excuse any mistakes. Hope you enjoy it💓!

Angel Reyes x Black!Reader

Snippet:

“Get Your Act Together”

Your heels clicked over to Angel. Sliding your hands up his chest, you looked up at him with fluttering lashes. Face painted with an innocent expression, you stood on your tiptoes to steal a quick kiss. He smiled down at you thinking he had won. You leaned in and teased him.

“Ass fat. Kitty fat. I got all these men wishing they could have that. Baby, just admit that you love it here,” you smirked trying to get a rise out of him.

Angel kissed his teeth and was about to say something sarcastic, but Ez cut him off, “God, I did not need to know that,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, bro but he needs to be reminded of what he’s got at home,” you teased the flustered Mayan.

Kissing his teeth Angel retorted, “you the one acting up. Better chill out before I give you some act right.”

“I mean come on ‘mano, that ass is fat. You better appreciate that fine ass woman,” Coco challenged.

Angel looked at him as if he had lost his mind. It took everything in Ezekiel to keep from laughing.

Still staring at Coco like a mad man he replied, “bitch, do you want me to shoot you? Stop looking at my girl’s ass!”

Ezekiel wanted in on busting his brother's ball’s. Like a typical annoying baby brother, he chimed in, “sister or not. We’re not actual blood, so I’ve gotta agree with Coco, brother-.”

“Don’t finish that fucking statement Ezekiel,” Angel warned.

Ez and Coco exchanged a knowing glance before the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“What? It’s the truth! That’s a nice ass, with a nice set of ti-.”

In a split second Angel was lunging at Ezekiel. With your help, Coco managed to break up the scuffle amongst the brothers.

Feedback is greatly appreciated my loves. Feel free to love and reblog🥰.

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drabbles-mc · 11 months

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Far From Over (4)

Gilly Lopez x OC Josephine Costa

Chapter Index

Warnings: 18+, angst, language, smoking

Word Count: 5k

A/N: The way I didn't think I was going to get so viscerally attached to these two and yet I truly fucking have lmao. There is a little bit of a time jump between the last fic and this one. The vibe is a little different because of it, but I still love it so much. I have some big things planned for the next part or two of this and I'm 👀👀👀 excited

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“We don’t have Peña on our side anymore,” EZ said matter-of-factly from his seat beside Marcus during Templo, “but we can find out if the new mayor is just as amenable as she was.”

“Fuckin’ doubt it,” Bishop piped up with a shake of his head. He wasn’t looking at anyone, just staring down at the cigarette he had between his fingers. The smoke trailing off it was suddenly more interesting than everything else in the room.

EZ didn’t pay any mind to his cynicism. “Guess we’ll find out.” He turned and looked at Gilly. “Go see what Josie can tell you about her new boss.”

Up until that moment, Gilly had only been half paying attention to everything that was being said. So much of everything lately had just felt like running around in circles and getting nothing done that he started to tune things out sometimes. There was no MC equivalent to, “This meeting could’ve been an email,” but at this point Gilly was determined to come up with one.

Suffice to say that the mention of Josie threw him for a loop. “Why?”

“So we can find out what we’re working with,” EZ replied without missing a beat.

Gilly shook his head. “Nah, nah I’m not doing that. I told her months ago that I wouldn’t be asking her for club shit.”

Angel chuckled and shook his head. “Why the fuck would you tell her that?”

“Because I’m not gonna fuckin’ ask her,” Gilly snapped, harsher than he should’ve, harsher than he meant to.

Marcus finally weighed in. “You are now.” He saw the tension growing in Gilly’s shoulders. “EZ’s right—club needs to know what we have at our disposal. Antonia was good with us and Galindo. We need to know who our new mayor is in good with, if she’s in good with anyone.”

“What if Josie doesn’t know shit?” Gilly asked, desperately looking for a way out of this.

“We’ll cross that bridge if we get to it,” EZ said.

“Don’t go alone.” Marcus’s gaze drifted from Gilly to Bishop. “Primo, keep him company, huh?”

Bishop knew better than to ask why. And as much as he wanted to argue, he knew better than to do that too. Still, he wasn’t going to pretend to be happy about it. “Fine,” he grit out.

“I’ll tag along too,” Coco piped up, something akin to amusement in his eyes.

Marcus’s brows furrowed. “Really think that this is a three-man job?”

Coco shrugged, oozing nonchalance as he lit up a cigarette. “Impartial third party.” He let out a puff of smoke. “Only one out of the three of us that hasn’t fucked someone in the mayor’s office,” he tried to finish the sentence without laughing and failed.

It got scattered chuckles from almost everyone around the table. Everyone except for Bishop and Gilly. Marcus gave a small shake of his head but he clearly didn’t deem it something that was worth a discussion or an argument. If Coco wanted to go just to be nosey and annoy Gilly, that was his own prerogative. The gavel sounded and everyone was dismissed out. Gilly shot up out of his seat much faster than usual, barreling his way to the door and away from everyone else before he said something that he’d end up regretting.

Coco materialized by him while he was leaning back against his bike. Gilly was pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes shut tight. Tension was practically radiating off him, his shoulders looking like they were about to snap clean off his body.

“It’s not gonna be that bad,” Coco said as he dropped the butt of his cigarette to the ground and put it out with the heel of his boot.

“Fuck you,” Gilly said.

Coco laughed. “Why you so—”

“I haven’t seen her in like two months, man.” Gilly shook his head, finally looking at Coco. “And I made it real fuckin’ clear last time that I didn’t wanna fucking see her again.”

“That’s on you.”

“It’s not fucking—”

“Shut up,” Coco said with a laugh. “Fuckin’ dramatic.”

Gilly tried to be angry but ended up laughing instead. “I hate you.”

Coco was laughing and shaking his head. When he saw Bishop finally walking over to the two of them he said, “Come on, let’s go see your ex.”

When they made it to the mayor’s office, Coco hung back just outside the front doors. He was close enough to watch it all go down but not so close that it felt like there was a whole charter rolling up into the place. It’d been a while since anyone from the club had stopped by the mayor’s office, so it was already going to be a bit much.

Bishop and Gilly made their way up the steps to the building. Neither of them were looking at each other, and they weren’t even really looking at the building. Both sets of eyes were glued to the stairs passing beneath their boots.

“Liked it better when it was your fuckin’ ex,” Gilly half-mumbled.

Bishop was annoyed by the comment but he still found himself chuckling at it. Misery loves company. He didn’t say anything else in response though, opting just to shake his head as they made it to the top of the stairs. They each pulled one of the double doors open, walking in side-by-side. They didn’t do it with the intent to be intimidating or cause a scene, but it had that effect regardless.

The young woman working at the reception desk was practically shaking as she sat on the other side of the counter and looked up at Gilly. “C-can I help you?”

Gilly knew that the look of utter annoyance on his face wasn’t helping to make him any less intimidating to the poor girl, but he couldn’t really do much about it at this point. “Looking for Josephine? Costa?”

She nodded, clearing her throat. “Right. Right. What’s it in regards to, exactly?”

“Revenue opportunities for the town,” Bishop spoke up when Gilly was taking too long.

It was Gilly’s turn to awkwardly clear his throat. “She’ll know what it’s about.”

The girl looked back and forth between the two men in front of her a couple times before finally getting up out of her seat. “I’ll go grab her, then. Wait…wait right here, please.”

Gilly watched the girl scurry off to go and find Josie. He wondered what happened to the last person they had working the front desk. If she’d still been there, Gilly never would’ve even had to explain himself. That was half the reason he hesitated—it’d been so long since anyone at the mayor’s office asked him why he was there. The reason was always known and implied when he used to show up. The days of lunch dates and stopping by just because he could and wanted to check in were long gone now.

Josie caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and looked up to see the girl standing in front of her. Josie had always thought she was wound just a little tight, but she looked more skittish than usual.

She pulled her hands away from her keyboard. “All good, Lena?”

She nodded, not that it was very convincing. “Um, yea. I mean, maybe? There’s um,” she glanced over her shoulder even though Gilly and Bishop were a door and a couple hallways away, “there are a couple people here to see you? Couple guys. Men.”

Josie chuckled, confusion on her face. “Did these men say—”

“They said you’d know what it’s about?” she almost squeaked from the nerves.

Josie couldn't help the sigh she let out. “These men have leather vests on?”

Lena nodded. “Yea. The one guy had a lot of tattoos. Other one, uh, had, uh, had a beard.” It crossed her mind as she rambled that she hadn’t asked for their names. Hopefully her vague descriptions were enough.

She gave a slow nod. “Alright.” She stood up from her seat, grabbing and putting on her blazer as she did. “I’ll talk to them.”

“Do you need me to call someone? The police department is right—”

“No,” Josie cut her off as gently as she could as she walked out from the other side of her desk, “it’s fine. Really. They’re…they’re not here to cause a problem.” She didn’t know if that was true or not but it was the closest thing to the truth that she had—it wasn’t as though she could claim that they were harmless.

Lena was visibly hesitant but she finally nodded. “Okay.”

The two of them walked back towards the main lobby of the building where Gilly and Bishop were waiting. Josie wanted to have something quick and reassuring to tell the girl who was anxiously keeping stride with her, but she knew that it wasn’t going to matter what she said. Nothing was going to be comforting enough. The only thing that was going to help the poor girl was the two men leaving.

“Hey,” Josie said as casually as she could when she reached the lobby. Her heart was in her throat as she looked at Gilly, but she didn’t want to let it show. She’d never been the best at keeping her thoughts and feelings to herself—even if she didn’t say something, she almost always wore it on her face. “Something I can do for you gentlemen?” she asked as she looked back and forth between Bishop and Gilly.

Gilly felt like he’d been knocked back a few steps. He could hardly remember the last time that Josie used her work voice on him. The last time was back when they had first met at all. The first few times Gilly had been tasked with lingering around the office while Bishop and Taza met with Antonia to try and work things out. He always lingered in the lobby, looking suspicious as hell and making plenty of people uncomfortable. At that point, Josie wasn’t the direct assistant to the mayor—she was the one working the front desk.

Before he could think too much about what now seemed like a different lifetime, Gilly got brought back to the present by Bishop saying, “Hoping to steal a couple minutes of your time.”

Josie watched Bishop, seeing the smile on his face but also seeing the way that it didn’t reach his eyes. She could feel how much neither of them wanted to be there. She was about to offer up a response when Gilly finally got it together enough to say something.

“It won’t be long,” he said, still staring at Josie because he couldn’t bring himself to look at anything else. Eight weeks wasn’t that long in the grand scheme of things, but apparently it was just long enough. She looked different than the last time he saw her—her hair was chopped to her shoulders, she’d gotten another nose piercing, a myriad of other small details that Gilly didn’t think he was the type of guy to notice now all seemed like flashing neon signs. Still, he tried to focus as he said, “Just got a couple questions.”

Josie shrugged. “Alright, yea, I got a few minutes.” She motioned for them to follow her. “Come with me.”

“I’ll wait here,” Bishop offered up, praying that Gilly wasn’t going to want to argue in front of everyone passing through the lobby. He just didn’t want to be subjected to whatever their entire interaction was going to turn out to be.

Josie shrugged, unbothered. “Suit yourself.” She missed the glare that Gilly shot Bishop’s way as the two of them started to make their way out of the lobby. She had him follow her down a hallway before she pushed the door open to an empty conference room. “Come on, no one will bother us in here.” She pulled the door shut behind the two of them before turning to face Gilly. “So…what’s up?”

“I know I said I wasn’t gonna ask you for shit,” Gilly started, not exactly rambling but not calm either, “and I fuckin’ told them that but they still made me—”

“Hey,” Josie cut him off, “it’s…it’s fine.”

Gilly’s whole face contorted in surprise at how genuine she sounded when she said that. He watched her as she sat on the edge of the table, resting her hands in her lap. It took him longer than it should’ve to say, “What?”

She let out a sad laugh. “I never said I wouldn’t help you. That was your rule.”

“Figured it was fuckin’ implied since…you know.”

“Yeah, well,” she shrugged, “guess I kind of fuckin’ owe you, right?”

Gilly chuckled. “Kind of.”

“So?” she asked after a couple seconds of silence. “What’s the ask?”

“The new mayor.”

She sighed, chin dropping and tucking down towards her chest. “Fuck.”

“I know.”

She lifted her head to look at him again. “What about her?”

“What’s her deal?”

Josie laughed. “Her deal? You mean do I think that she’ll work with the fucking MC?”

“If she doesn’t wanna work with us, I don’t really give a shit,” Gilly told her honestly. “I need to know who she is working with, though.”

Josie let out a puff of air. She knew that things were always coated in more shades of grey than she could’ve ever imagined when it came to local politics and the club. The cartel periodically came through to get their pound of flesh, too, making sure that even though they operated underground for the most part, that Antonia still knew full-well that they were around and expecting certain things from her. Looking back, Josie was honestly surprised that Peña actually made it to a point where she could just leave, rather than a stress-induced heart attack taking her out.

A lot of that, the mess with the mayor and the club and the cartel, had all been in Josie’s peripheral. She knew bits and pieces, and Antonia loosened up around her considerably once she and Gilly became a unit rather than two separate people. But there was still so much that Josie didn’t know. There was a lot that Peña didn’t tell her, even more that Gilly didn’t tell her. Maybe she should’ve seen this coming, but she’d been too busy worrying about everything else.

“As far as I know,” she said after thinking on it for a long while, “she is new and shiny…and clean.”

Gilly wasn’t sure if her hesitation was because she was lying, or because she really didn’t want to tell him the truth. “You really think so?”

“I do.” She sighed. “And I know it’s not great for you guys but I’d really fucking love for her to stay that way.”

“It’s not up to me, Jos.”

She shrugged. “Fine, fuck it. Send Bishop back here and I’ll talk to him.”

Gilly wasn’t quick enough to hide the smirk on his face. “Not up to him either.” He saw the way that Josie’s raised eyebrows asked the question that her mouth didn’t. “Alvarez is president now.”

She laughed, “Oh, shit. Dad came home, huh?” She shook her head. “Bish VP, then?”

It hit her in that moment that she couldn’t remember the last time she and Gilly actually talked about the club. They broke up, then there was the shoot-out, then there was the wedding. And sure, the shoot-out had been at the clubhouse, but it wasn’t an environment that was conducive to catching up about the changes in the MC hierarchy. Not like Gilly would’ve wanted to talk to her about it anyway. She was surprised that he was even saying anything now. Maybe he wasn’t thinking too much about what he was doing.

“Nah,” he shook his head, “EZ is VP.”

Josie nearly choked on her own spit. “Ezekiel?” She blinked once, long and slow as she gave another shake of her head. “Wasn’t he just a prospect like, two months ago?”

Gilly laughed, knowing that she was exaggerating but not by much. “Yea. Fuckin’ insane.”

There was a small stretch of silence, and as the seconds ticked by, Josie could watch the way that Gilly’s facial expression and body language started to change. The reality of the club, the mayor, the two of them currently standing in the empty conference room, all slowly began to wash over him. The fleeting moments of ease between them were on their way out. Everything was a mess, it felt like. Nothing was the way it was supposed to be.

Clearing his throat, his nose twitched slightly as he sniffed. “But yea, the mayor. Think we could—”

“Do I think you guys could buy her? Scare her into whatever it is that you need now?” she cut him off with the questions. She was angry, annoyed, but she knew that the club was going to do whatever they wanted regardless of how much she tried to keep her boss out of it. Bordertown politics. She sighed. “Yea, fucking, fucking probably.”

He couldn’t really blame her for her exasperation, but it wasn’t as though he was thrilled about having to be standing in front of her asking her all of this. It was quite literally one of the last things in the world that he wanted to be doing. And yet.

“The club is in some major shit, Jos,” Gilly said with a sigh. “With all the shit still going on with the border, and with the fucking cartels, we—”

“I’m sure you’ve got a laundry list of reasons, Gilly. You guys always do.” She could see that he was fighting the urge to let this become the blowout it could so easily be between them. She was doing all she could to keep her tongue under control. She wasn’t afraid to have it out with him, never had been, but she didn’t want to do it at work. “If she doesn’t?”

“What?”

She sighed. “If she doesn’t agree to work with you?”

He shrugged. “Gotta make it clear that she can’t go and work with anyone else either.”

She felt a knot starting to grow in the back of her throat. She didn’t know what the specifics of that would be. She didn’t want to know, either, but she knew that they wouldn’t be good. She wondered how much grief Antonia had saved herself just because of her past relationship with Bishop. Then she wondered if maybe that would’ve made it worse.

Gilly could see all the emotions that were passing over Josie’s face. “Told you I didn’t want to come to you with all this shit.”

“I thought your problem was with your other charters?”

“Them too.”

She shook her head, letting out a hollow laugh. “You guys really love a fucking mess, huh?”

“And you don’t?”

“I’m good at making them, doesn’t mean I fuckin’ enjoy them.” She sighed. “This one is yours, though. Your club’s. Keep it that way and keep me the fuck out of it.”

“What happened to you owing me?” It would’ve been a more successful joke if the stakes had been different.

“You suddenly looking for reasons to have to come and see me?”

That was something that he didn’t have a good rebuttal for. He knew that if he let this conversation keep going, it was going to disintegrate into something much meaner than the exhaustion that was between them now. Neither of them had ever shied away from a good knock-down, drag-out, but this was the closest to civil they’d been with each other in a long time. He didn’t want to be the one to ruin it.

“Alright. I’ll let the guys know what you said.”

She nodded. “You have fun with that.” Pushing herself up from where she was leaning back against the table, she walked to the door and opened it, motioning for Gilly to walk through. “You first.”

They were silent as they walked back to the main lobby. Lena looked up from her computer the second that she heard the heels of Josie’s boots clicking against the floor. She looked a little more relieved at the sight of the two of them, but not quite relieved enough.

“I’m gonna take my fifteen,” Josie told her. “And I’ll walk these guys out.”

Lena looked skeptical, but if Josie was comfortable, she was going to try her best to feel the same. “Okay.”

Josie fell into stride next to Bishop, allowing Gilly to walk in front of the two of them. “So,” she said as Gilly held the door open for both of them, “did you just miss your old stomping grounds that much that you decided to come back?”

Bishop chuckled dryly. “Nothing like that.” He saw it on Josie’s face that she was about to fire off another smart remark, so he said, “Was actually sent to make sure that you two didn’t fuckin’ strangle each other.”

Josie had to laugh at that. “That’s fair.”

When the three of them reached the bottom of the steps, they found Coco standing by their bikes. He was leaning back against his, cigarette in one hand, his phone in the other. He was squinting against the sun as he looked down at the screen, swiping in a way that could’ve meant that he was playing a game, or snooping around on someone’s accounts on something. Josie didn’t know which one it was but for her own sanity she chose to believe it was the former.

“Hey, Coco,” she spoke up as they all lingered by the parked motorcycles.

His head snapped up at the sound of her voice. “Shit, hey.”

It’d been a long time since Josie got a good look at Coco. Even before she and Gilly had broken up, Coco had been mostly MIA. She always tried to ask, but she was always met with vague answers or clear anger. Neither of those options did her any good. He’d been at the clubhouse the night of the shoot-out, but there had been so much other shit going on that she hadn’t been focused on him at all. Whatever he had been going through, though, he looked better now.

“How’ve you been?” she asked.

He shrugged, a tiny lift at the end of his mouth. “Still fuckin’ here.”

She laughed, nodding. “That’s true.”

Part of her had expected to be met with some sort of animosity. Or at least for Coco to be cold towards her because of what she had put Gilly through. It wasn’t what she wanted, but she wouldn’t have been able to blame him if that’s how he was choosing to handle it. At the end of the day, she knew that Gilly was one of Coco’s best friends. And even if Gilly had been the one in the wrong, which he wasn’t this time, his friends in the MC would’ve sided with him. But when she stopped and gave it a second thought, she figured that maybe she wasn’t giving Coco enough credit. There were bigger things to be angry about. Plus Coco had always been better at leaving the past in the past and pushing forward than the rest of them.

He nodded at her. “Hair looks good.”

She reached up, threading her fingers through it in an impulsive response to his comment. The last time he’d seen her, her hair had been almost down to the middle of her back. “Thanks.” She noticed that while she’d gone and chopped hers off, Coco’s was longer than it’d ever been. “Yours too—I like the braids.”

“Not gonna lie,” he took one more drag off his smoke before putting it out on the sidewalk, “was hopin’ for more of a brawl or something with you two.” He gestured between her and Gilly with a laugh.

She laughed and shook her head. “Sorry to disappoint.”

His smile grew a little wider. “Maybe next time.” He turned and looked at Gilly and Bishop. “We out?”

Bishop nodded immediately, wanting to spend as little time at the mayor’s office as possible. “Yea, we are.”

Gilly found himself hesitating. “I’ll catch up.”

All three of the others turned and looked at him with varying levels of confusion. For a moment Josie wondered if once the guys left the very tense and delicate balance that she and Gilly had maintained for the last short stint of time was all going to come crumbling down. Judging by the look on Coco’s face, she wasn’t the only one who was having that very thought. Still, neither of the men were going to try and stick around longer or argue, so they said quick goodbye’s to Josie before hopping on their bikes and taking off.

“Should I be worried?” she asked, trying to make a joke but a shred of her unease still shone through.

Gilly shook his head. “Nah.”

She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of her blazer. She took one out and already had it between her lips when she paused and looked over at him. “Sorry, do you care if I…?” the question came out slightly muffled as she spoke around the cigarette perched between her lips.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, something reminiscent of a laugh, and shook his head. “I don’t give a fuck, Jos.”

She smiled as she lit it. She took a drag before saying, “I just know you said you were trying to quit.” She paused for a beat, waiting for him to say whatever it was that he wanted to say. When he didn’t jump right into anything, she asked, “You good?”

He nodded. “Yea.” He pried his eyes from the sidewalk and met her gaze. “Saw your sister.”

She could’ve sworn her heart stopped in her chest for a moment. There it was. She swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure and not show the nerves she was so clearly feeling. “When was that?”

He shrugged. “Couple weeks after the wedding.”

She frowned in thought, taking another drag off her cigarette. She wasn’t sure what she needed more in that moment, the nicotine or the few seconds of distraction. “I, um, I don’t really know what you’re expecting me to say to that, Gilly,” she admitted with an anxious laugh.

“She still pissed at you?” he asked.

If they’d been having the discussion a few months before, Josie would’ve assumed that Gilly was just trying to put salt in her wounds because he could. But it didn’t feel like that now. It felt like he was genuinely wondering.

“She’s not thrilled, but I mean…”

“Yea, she was, she was fuckin’ mad.”

“I know—I was there when the mad started.”

“I thought you were full of shit, by the way,” he told her.

“What?”

“When you said you were gonna tell them. I figured you were just full of shit and saying whatever to, you know…”

“Get what I needed?” she filled in the blanks for him, sounding hurt, but not quite angry.

“Yea.”

“Well, like I said,” she tapped the ash from the end of her smoke, “I owe you.”

He wanted it to feel better, hearing her say that. He wanted some kind of gratification out of it, but he had none. This was why he didn’t want to drag her back into any of the shit going on with the club. He should’ve known it was going to happen anyway, but he was really hoping. He wanted to be done with everything that happened with them—he didn’t want it to be some sword hanging over their heads forever. He didn’t know how to make it all go away though.

Unable to handle the silence, the weight of the conversation that they were about to tumble into, Josie switched tracks. “Who should I call?”

He frowned in confusion. “What?”

“If I hear anything about the mayor, one way or the other—who should I call?” She didn’t want to say it out loud, didn’t want to turn that stone over and reveal whatever mess was beneath it, but Gilly hadn’t ever unblocked her number.

He almost reached for his phone in the pocket of his kutte. But as he looked at her, watched her drop the butt of her cigarette onto the sidewalk to grind it out before tossing it in the trash, he stopped himself. Instead, he shoved his hand into his pocket to fish out his keys. “Call EZ. This is his and Alvarez’s bullshit to sort now.”

She frowned for a moment before recovering. Nodding, she said, “Okay.” There was another long beat of silence between them, and Josie could feel how he had more things to say. She also knew that he wasn’t going to. She wasn’t sure if she was better or worse off for that. “I gotta, you know…” she trailed off as she motioned back over her shoulder.

“Right. Go make sure your receptionist didn’t call SWAT on us or some shit,” he joked, his light tone not quite matching the look in his eyes.

“I asked her very nicely not to,” Josie joked right back.

She wanted to hug him, offer him some kind of something for everything, but she knew that she couldn’t. She also knew that the times of going months not seeing each other were over. Whether it was going to mend things or re-shatter them completely would remain to be seen. She wasn’t sure what she was looking to happen, or what she wanted. She just hoped it would be less uncomfortable and angry than things had been. Today had been a start—they got through seeing each other without descending into a screaming match. Maybe there really was something to giving things time.

“Stay safe,” she finally said, not going for a hug or a handshake, instead just taking starting her retreat towards the stairs.

Gilly nodded, watching her go. “Thanks.”

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burningtacozombie · 10 months

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random Mayans thoughts, episode 5x08 edition:

- Miguel, for a second I thought he visited Felipe to kill him after all. the way he walked through the house and looked at all the photos, it could have been an entirely different life for him. or maybe not that different? anyone else tried to imagine Miguel as a Mayan for a second? also, I get why Miguel would want Felipe to see the man who raised him the way he does but Felipe can't do that. Miguel in return can't accept the Reyes as blood and now he seems to be stuck between the father he forgave and the one he can't forgive but can't seem to let go either. something's got to give, he needs to find a solution for himself on how to move past his anger because none of them can change the past. then again, why isn't he as mad at his mother as he is at Felipe? it takes two to tango, doesn't it? and she kept the lie alive even after José's death. lies never protect anyone.

- Guero, finally we got some background on him and Ibarra. and it's as tragic as anyone's in this life. I do feel for him though, a lot. nice touch on wearing the Sons kuttes while getting rid of Diaz and Jinx' bodies to frame the Sons for the kills. once again, that banter Guero has going on with Downer is fucking funny even in a situation like that.

- Angel and Mav watching cartoons together was sweet in the moment but they still have no idea about Luisa, that lifechanging cloud over them is fucking sad. but he feels something is very wrong, he couldn't even stand being alone in his house and came home to pops.

- Letty went to the Broken Saints as a spy for Isaac but she had no choice, for Hope. Letty can be annoying as hell but she is nothing if not a fighter. congrats to Terry for using his brain for once and doing the right thing, letting them escape. probably won't end pretty for him but whatever. if Isaac were to drop dead right now it still wouldn't be soon enough.

-HOPE!!! man, I'm fucking shocked. there was this moment of realization of what she's going to do before she even did it and I FUCKING SCREAMED at my screen in literal desperation, full on ugly sobbing. for me personally, this might be the most painful death in the entire show, so far. if anyone deserved a happy end it was Hope, and I will never forgive them. rest in peace, girl. you were loved.

- Marcus, just when he got his act together with his family he gets pulled back into the club business. now he looks into Diaz' murder, which kinda scares the shit outta me. what is he gonna do when he finds out what really went down?

- the Grim Bastards think Diaz and Jinx were murdered by the Sons and left on their turf to pull them into the war. EZ wanted them to get "pushed over the edge" to side with the Mayans and Guero and Bishop delivered him the "how to do that" in a very convenient way. until Marcus shows up, that is. don't get fooled, the only reason one of EZ's plans worked is because it's a page right out of Nestor's playbook. this is basically the same thing the Galindo cartel did in season 1 when Nestor killed that nun and framed Los Olvidados so the cartel could present themselves as the savior to the public.

- Creeper's sister, who turns out to be Emilio's real life wife, broke my heart with her speech at the service. he genuinely loved and cared so much about those he considered family. I loved that everyone was toasting with water bottles to honor Creeper’s sobriety when they carried him out. EZ has nerves to straight up admitting he killed him in front of the whole club, and no one even realized how true that is. Kody had nerves too showing up but I feel like the look she gave EZ while walking out is starting to raise some club members' suspicions. there were quite a few confused looks towards EZ.

- Taza came back for the service, and it seems like he's staying. I don't know how I feel about that. Bishop wants to leave the past in the past, but it was Taza who started this whole mess and no one except these two knows. it's not okay.

- Gilly, yes the episode was co-written by Vincent but that doesn't make me care more about his family thing. Paul did get a well-deserved beating tho.

- I don't care a whole lot about Sofia either but if she is pregnant, I'm sure that's gonna end well for her and EZ's gonna be a great dad. /s

- Bottles, come on, your mother jokes weren't funny anymore when I was a teenager. and given you're a prospect and Guero a full patch, you kinda did ask to have your face rearranged, lmao. however, Sister Anne's message was not a booty call but Isaac taking the information Letty gave him and running with it. now the Mayans really are fucked six ways to sunday and the walls around EZ are closing in fast.

#danny pino #miguel galindo #andrew jacobs #guero #joseph raymond lucero #neron creeper vargas #mayans mc #mayans fx

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I imagine a cruel ending where instead of escaping finally out of the book, by playing through the stories-- Y/N allows them to escape and now they're part of the real world with them but they're still ghosts 😭✋ and poor Y/n now has to deal with them irl

Or worse ending, after diasomnia, it becomes a free for all battle where Y/N gets transported into a final boss fight w/ the side characters she made friend with VS literally everyone she just tried to escape from (AKA, every dorm) and she has to find the final key, that being Ramshackle 😂

I just find it extremely funny to see how the dead dorm ghosts would interact with each other, the funny squabbling they'd create like with Leona, Vil, and Malleus or Rook with Ruggie or Idia's amazing commentary of everyone while they try to take Y/N for their own XDDD I hope my thought were entertaining

lots of ramblings under here

The first one.... I'm pretty sure they're able to cause harm to you, they hold a grudge. Well except for Kalim, you didn't mean to run away you were scared! But them being ghosts would be very annoying, the idea now that they came into your world is like reliving that nightmare. Some ghosts like Jade and Rook suggest on killing you now so that way you'll be a ghost like them! Of course that plan will backfire from their bosses, they'll stick to teasing with you until you decide to do something. Maybe take a visit to that rundown shop your friend found the book... (teehee spoilers are ez)

The worse ending would be heartbreaking, all the main/side characters aren't special or anything so they'll die quickly if they intervene. They're whole purpose in the book was to die in a gruesome way, you just so happened to help some not meet that fate. You're right about a the boss fight, they all want you back in their world.

And speaking about the key, each was assigned by the house wardens (obviously they're not in here but you get it) who hold the key for safety reasons. Without the key they wouldn't be able to transport to other stories, I wanted it to be similar to the game in the spectral realm. They know how to use the key, you don't. The last comment I made under one of the stories was that they are unable to go to another story because the mirror wouldn't allow them to. Orrr could be because you're occupied in that certain story so they're basically guessing which story you're in now. That could also be the reason but I'll let ya'll wonder. So don't be like Leona or Kalim since they are terrible key holders. And Azul.

Final showdown? Crazy, ghosts are already dead but they could still be using their living body at the moment. It's traumatizing, not like reader has been enough but yea. I don't think Vil wanted any part in the fight, but Rook's and Epel's whining got the better of him to drag you back, barley breathing. You haven't come face to face with Azul yet, the truth was he was cowering because of the magic left behind. "No way they got Leona!?" Floyd and Jade want a little justice return for all the damage you've done, let's just hope you don't end up in their hands.

The whole Heartslabyul wants to keep you too, probably because Deuce keeps crying for you while Cater wants his little friend back. Ace was making fun of Deuce for being a crybaby before getting tired of his sniffles, convincing Trey and Riddle to take some sort of revenge after you/ Trey wants no part in it but if it makes everyone happy then..Riddle wants you dead tho, you made a fool out of him and he won't let that slide. Leona would be the one totally obsessed with you, after gaining information that you surpassed the others? He's like those guys into people who play hard to get. Jack too. Mostly impressed by your strength so he develops an innocent crush, kinda? Ruggie's just there for the fun.

Kalim is 100% sure you did nothing wrong, you need him and Jamil to protect you from the rest. They hurt you intentionally so they aren't fit to care for you! Jamil, is tired. But he won't be able to ignore Kalim's whining and call, you'll do just fine for some peace and quiet. Now for Diasomnia I don't think I can say much until I release the chapter. I just know for certain Malleus' group would win.

What I know for sure is that it won't be the end with them. They're determined to have you, dead or alive.

#ଘrambles #yandere twst

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Jack Harlow x Reader : COACH HARLOW

A/N : Thanks to my bby @harlowsbby for this beautiful idea. I hope I did it justice 💜 & to @harlowcomehome for always reassuring me about my writing because I was doubting this one bad.

Today was an exciting day, it was the 4th annual kickball tournament of The Homies, and your husband was going to join in on the fun.

The kids were also excited about it, it’s all they’ve been talking about non stop since they found out, even asking if they could be on the team and play.

You were finishing up getting EZ dressed so you can meet Jack at the stadium. “Momma, is daddy wearing shirt like me?”

You nod, tying his New Balance shoes “Yess baby, even the same shoes.”

“Yay, we gonna be twinsies.”

“Cheesy, you need to get a hat because daddy is wearing that too.” Mia announces as she’s making her way inside the bedroom. “Oh and some shades.”

“Momma, I don’t have hats or shades.” He gasps.

You smile at him, “Don’t worry baby, daddy called me saying he’s got you covered with that. Now let’s head out.”

**********

“Mommy.” Mia giggles. “Look at nino Urby, he’s all tanned and his shorts are really, really short.”

You look ahead and find Urban standing next to Cole and Jack, and Mia was indeed correct. “He’s just like your father, being out in the sun too much will get them all burned quickly.”

“But daddy is really pale, like his shirt, momma.”

“EZEQUIEL.” You laugh. “You’re correct but still don’t say that to him.”

Mia nods “Come on Cheesy, let’s go annoy uncle Ace and Shloob.” She takes a hold of her brothers hand and they run off.

Jack spots you and smiles at you and starts jogging your way.

“Well you look hot.” You tell him as soon as he’s in front of you. “My kids are somewhere around bothering their uncles. Do you want to sneak off somewhere before my husband notices??”

Jack rolls his eyes, pulling you in. “Role play only in bed.” He gives you a quick kiss. “Those were your words if I recall correctly.”

You shrug and tug at his KY necklace. “You know I’m a mess when you wear this chain.”

“Yeah, that’s why I wore it.”

“Mhmm.” You look at him up and down. “I love that the jerseys have your foundation logo.”

“You did good by suggesting it.”

“I know, you should listen to your wife more.” You smirk.

“Don’t I always?” He raises his eyebrows but before you could answer him, your two children were tackling their father to the ground.

You can’t help but smile and admire them, Jack really is a great father and you couldn’t be more thankful for him.

“Daddy, I need hat and shades like yours so we can be twinems.”

“Neelam has that for you little man.” Jack stands up from the ground, the kids attached to him like some koalas. “You guys want to learn how to play?”

EZ nods excitedly, while Mia pulls away and stands in front of her father, raising her eyebrows at him. “Isn’t it just kicking the ball and running around?”

You can’t help but let out a little chuckle at Jack’s offended look on his face. “Not exactly.” He signals Urban to throw him the ball.

“So this is what you do.” Jacks starts, earning a groan from his oldest, but an excited shriek from his youngest.

After thirty minutes of Jack explaining to the kids how kickball works, he’s ready to let them have a little practice game with the guys.

“Remember Mia, you kick the ball from the side of your foot, not the front.”

That has her groaning, “Dad, I thought that was for soccer.”

Everyone chuckles, which causes Mia to glare at all of her uncles and her dad. “It’s not even funny, so I don’t know why you’re all laughing.”

“Damn, she’s a feisty little seven year old huh?” Cole asks Jack

“Oh, you have no idea.” Jack smiles, nodding.

“Daddy, can we play now?” Ezequiel asks.

“Yeah, you’re up first little man.”

Urban rolls the ball towards Ezequiel and to your surprise he ends up kicking it really far and and hard.

“RUN EZ”

“GO GO GO.”

“HELL YEAH LITTLE MAN.”

“HE GETS THAT KICK FROM ME.” Urban yells the last part.

Jack rolls his eyes “Keep thinking that.”

Ezequiel makes it to third base and does a little shake of his body to celebrate his success. “Your turn Mia bug.” He yells to his sister.

“Nino Urb, not too hard okay?”

Urban nods, “I got you princess.” He tosses the ball towards Mia but she misses and doesn’t kick it. “It’s okay, you get three tries.”

“Throw it straight, you’re throwing it to the side and I’m right here.” Mia grumbles out.

“Keep your eyes on the ball Mia.” Jack yells.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

You chuckle but not loud enough that she can hear you. “Mia, está bien mami, tú puedes.”

She turns to look at you, pouting “Pero se están riendo de mí.”

“Guys, can you please not laugh? She’s trying her best.”

“Mia, I’m tossing it slower this time okay?” Urban yells.

Mia nods and waits for the ball to be a foot closer so she can kick it. “YES” she yells as she sees that she ended up kicking it and tries to run to second base but she ends up kicking the ball straight into Urban’s hands.

“MIA YOU’RE OUT.” Nemo yells.

You, Jack and Urban glare at him, while Mia stops mid run and sees Urban drop the ball immediately.

“UGH I DON’T WANNA PLAY ANYMORE.” She stomps her way towards you and hugs your legs. “Nino Urby, why did you catch it? And Nemo, you are annoying.”

Urban smiles sadly at her “I didn’t catch it, you have good aim that you kicked it into my hands bug.” You know he’s lying but you’re not about to make your daughter feel worse.

“Daddy, I hate this game and I don’t want to play.”

“She’s competitive like you, Jackman.” Cole adds.

Jack starts jogging his way towards you and Mia once he notices that she really is frustrated and got her feelings hurt about the game.

Jack kneels in front of her “Mia, baby?”

“Hmm?” Is all she mutters out, scrubbing at her eyes.

“You and I are the same, you know?” He stands up and holds Mia to him. “We both love to win and we hate when the game doesn’t go our way, but we have to realize that at the end of the day, it’s just a game and we should enjoy the time with our loved ones, just running around and laughing.”

“But daddy, what’s the fun in that? I want to win.”

You and Jack share a smile because you’ve heard him say those exact words more than you can count. “The fun is being with family.”

Mia sighs, “I guess. But is it okay if I just watch?” She looks behind Jack, towards the field “Plus, I think Cheesy is the sporty one, he did really well.”

Jack smiles, “You did too, baby.”

She rolls her eyes, “Thank you for being nice.” she taps his shoulder signaling him to let her down. “Now go win, me and mommy will be cheering you on.”

“You got it Mia.” They do their little handshake and Mia watches her dad run off towards the middle of the field where her brother and uncles were.

Mia crosses her arms, looking towards the field, then back at you with raised eyebrows. “Mommy, can we get wings and icey? It’s gonna be a long day seeing these silly boys run around in a triangle.”

You smile, and fix your sunglasses. “Yes let’s go, I’m dying in this heat.”

“How much you wanna bet daddy and uncles are gonna loose?”

You gasp, “Mia, we’re supposed to be cheering them on.”

She shrugs, “We will, but I know and you know that they’ll lose.”

“You are evil, young lady.” You shake your head.

“I get it from my daddy.” She smiles.

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