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Serve, love & protect
Bodyguard!Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x reader, the usual for the show, 1584 words
a/n : bodyguard au cause we love them tropes
Tagging my Gilly people @narcolini @drabbles-mc <3
‘’ You lied to me. ‘’
‘’ I did. ‘’
‘’ Are you even dating me or is this all a big joke too? ‘’
He sighs, and suddenly the big SUV feels too small for the both of them. The cracked glass across the windshield makes it hard to see, the busted window in the back letting the wind whistle between his ears.
‘’ I… ‘’
His tongue rolls in his mouth, he doesn’t know what to say. On one side, he shouldn’t tell you, admit that he likes you, not when your dad had been clear about that in the contract. All means necessary, don’t fall in love. On the other, how couldn’t he, when you had been so kind, so charming since the beginning, why wouldn’t he want to date you?
‘’ Don’t. ‘’ You answer back, sinking into your seat. ‘’ I don’t want to know. ‘’
He had done lots of business with your dad before, a strong man with piercing eyes, sharp suits. That is where the offer came from, between gun trades and small talk. Got a babysitting job for you, Gilly, easy work, easy cash. More like a bodyguard job, a dumbass bodyguard job with actual danger, guns and wounds. Your dad had told him you wouldn’t be easily convinced, that to ensure your safety he would have to be less traditional, less leather and handgun, more friend, even closer if needed. And he did, even if he knew it wasn’t part of the plan, letting you run your fingers through his beard, sharing the same side of the bed, he just couldn’t say no.
‘’ Listen, baby, I- ‘’
‘’ Don’t- oh my god, Gilly what the fuck is wrong with you?! ‘’
Your hands are tight, gripping the door handle as he takes a sharp left. You turn to face him.
‘’ Stop it, it’s over! Don’t ‘baby’ me, don’t… ‘’ you gesticulate around, hands flying, ‘’ Just stop. ‘’
You raise your palms to your eyes, pressing, muttering things he can’t understand. He can sense your distress, he knows you now, better than anyone, more than your father would like him to probably. It has been months since you two had been together now, good months, the best ones for him this year. It was an easy job at first too, simply because you never were a primary target, just one that they would try to hit if deals went wrong. Being the child of a gun lord usually came with a fair share of barrels pointing back, and, from what he had seen from you when bullets eventually started flying, staying low and away from the windows, this whole routine was old news to you.
‘’ Please don’t be mad, I can explain. ‘’ He tries again.
You scoff, and he watches as you squint your eyes at him. It makes him feel small in his seat.
‘’ I don’t think you can, Gilly. Save your breath. ‘’
The car is colder now that the sun has gone down and he watches the wind wrap around your hair, lets the breeze bring goosebumps to his arms. He knows the two of you are too exposed, in this beat-up car, bullet holes on each side. It pains him that he knows the only place you will truly be safe is at your dad’s house, and he has to bring you there, not the club, not his house, not anywhere else. Drop you off, collect his hazard pay and leave. Leave you and hope you will answer his texts, even if he something tells him you probably won't.
He takes a left turn, fast, into a poorly lit backstreet, almost propelling you against your window side. The breaks get pressed just as fast, and you have to brace yourself with your hands on the dash.
‘’ Have you gone mad?! Did they hit you on the head or something?! ‘’
Gilly turns off the car and pivotes to you, bringing his arm up to wrap the back of your seat, caging you in.
‘’ I can explain. ‘’ Let me, please.
He is observing you, the frown between your brows, the anger in your eyes, the dried blood on the side of your face. It is superficial, really, barely a scratch, but he has to hold himself back from reaching out, move your chin to the side so he can get a better look. He breathes your name as the overhead lights dim out, leaving the two of you in the dark, pleading. He can smell your perfume, hear the shakiness in your breath.
‘’ Okay, whatever. ‘’
You cross your arms around your chest. Even in the darkness, he knows you are watching him, waiting.
‘’ I like you, I do. ‘’ He starts, ‘’ I wasn’t supposed to, though, we just needed to be friends, you know? So I could make sure you were safe. ‘’ But I failed.
‘’ My dad hired you. ‘’
‘’ He did. ‘’
Your shadow moves, moving to the side to lay your head on the headrest. Your voice is soft, going through the motions, exhausted. You must be tired, the rest of the adrenaline dripping out of you in waves.
‘’ Do you work for him, selling the guns and stuff? ‘’
‘’ More like with him, I’m in a motorcycle club. ‘’
We buy them, he could have said, sell some back if they ever come across a nice shipment from god knows where, but he doesn’t. You are smart, you get it.
‘’ You’re used to getting shot a lot. ‘’ It is not a question, more like a fact, piecing the information together.
‘’ You could say that. ‘’
He holds his free hand out, and you take it, his warm fingers taking in your cold ones. He can tell you have softened up, put down the axe.
‘’ You really like me? ‘’
‘’ I do, very much. ‘’
You squeeze his hand, gently, even though he can’t see, he knows you are pursing your lips, biting the inside of your cheek. You move gently, twisting between your seat and the cup holder, leaning down and pressing your cheek on his shoulder. He can feel your body relax into his.
‘’ Can we go home now? I want a hot shower. ‘’
‘’ I know you do, baby, we’ll be there soon. ‘’
He lets you nuzzle into in shirt, caressing your hair with his free hand. He starts the car, driving back up to the main street. He doesn’t have the guts to tell you you are going home alone tonight, that there is no way in hell your dad will let you sleep somewhere else.
To his surprise, you don’t put much of a fight when you notice the gates around your dad’s house, or when he says your name into the intercom so you can be let in, but you are a smart one, of course, you picked it up. The nuances, the conflict inside of him, how he couldn’t get out of the car at first, couldn’t let go of your arm when people started pouring out the house. I’m good, Gilly, you whispered to him, thank you. And so he listens, he lets go, picks up his cash and leaves.
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A week passes, a long one, of mindless thinking, passing time, putting cars on the lift and then bringing them down. He hears about you at Templo one morning, barely a sentence, something about your dad catching the guys, how business between him and the Mayans has been booming since then. Thanks, Gilly. Good job, man. The military training finally paying off, uh? He nods and smiles, but he doesn’t ask about you. He tries to play it low, make it seem like he is not taking the biggest hit of his life.
When he gets home that afternoon, something is different, maybe it is the way the grass is bent where it usually isn’t, how the doormat is slightly crooked, but it is you sitting at the diner table that makes him stop in his tracks.
His hand is still on the gun at the back of his waist, his other tight on the door handle when you wave at him, a small smile on your lips. Your hair is slightly shorter, different, and you are wearing too many layers for the California heat. You speak first.
‘’ Hey, baby… ‘’
Gilly lets go of the handle at his back and closes the door behind him. Baby. Baby. You stand up before he can talk back, nervously taking a few steps towards him.
‘’ We were on lockdown, I couldn’t call, I couldn’t leave. ‘’ Your fingers are pulling at threads on your jeans pocket. ‘’ I’m sorry, Gilly. ‘’
He melts, there is nothing else he can do. His arms find their way naturally around you, one hand on your head, pushing your cheek against his chest. He knows you can feel his heart beating in your ear, hear the relief that comes out of him with a sigh. There is no hesitation when you hug back, warm fingers griping at his cut.
‘’ I will never lie again, I swear. ‘’
You laugh, and it makes him squeeze tighter.
‘’ It’s alright, only for good reasons from now on, okay? ‘’
Okay, he will. Protecting you will be a full-time job now, maybe not the small contract he thought he was going into, something different, something warm and meaningful—soft, loved.
The most pleasant job in the world.
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Gilly Lopez x GN!Reader
Warnings: 18+, fluff
With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!
Prompt: daydream
Word Count: 100
A/N: i love Gilly. i miss him. i have to get back to my stories for him.
The happy, peaceful life that you and Gilly had settled into was something that he didn’t ever think he could have. Even if he was told that he could ask for anything, he wouldn’t have been so bold as to ask for you, for what you’d given him.
The realization would catch him off-guard and leave him unable to do anything but watch you in awe.
This time, you caught him staring and smiled. “What’re you daydreaming about over there?”
He chuckled past the lump in his throat, emotions bubbling up from his chest, happiness that felt too easy. “Nothin’.”
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The Gin Blossom: Part III
Warning: Mention of PTSD, survivor guilt, and suicide.
The night had been going so well.
You had stuck around Santo Padre for the last week. There were no festivals during that week that you had signed up for and the idea of catching up with Songbird and Riz sounded like a nice break. However, you found your time spent helping Jo and Songbird decorate the outside bar space for a wedding reception that was happening Saturday. Coco and Stitches had apparently eloped and this was their punishment: an evening of elegance and celebration with their closest friends.
If this was how their esteemed friends were treated, well…it was a good sign of a healthy community. You have to admit, meeting the variety of people in the MC and their significant others, you understand why Songbird has settled here, has made friends with these people. And they seem to have fully accepted you into their ranks. No one stands on ceremony. If you’re going to be part of the group, you’ll stick around. If not, you’re free to go. The honest and direct acceptance is something you only ever came across in the Marines.
This is a true brotherhood.
Your days are spent stringing lights, arranging flowers and candles for centerpieces and the evenings are spent with Gilly. He comes to Jo’s bar since you’re staying in your airstream that’s still parked behind the venue. You have a few beers, swap war stories, and subtly flirt. You like him, much more than you thought you would. He’s resilient, funny, and kind. You like his sarcastic sense of humor, and the ease of conversation. You could fall for him, seriously fall for him, and you haven’t felt that way since Dylan. It gives you hope for a second chance of happiness, for finding a true home.
When he asked you to accompany him to the reception on Saturday, you didn’t even have to think about it. You had enlisted Songbird’s help in choosing a dress for the occasion. Normally you wouldn’t care. Fashion was never something important to you. But you felt like this mattered, this was important. And you didn’t want to throw away a chance at finding your second chance.
The dress was a simple, over the head shift that was a blend of greens, blues, and golds, that brushes right above your knees. Songbird dug out a pair of gold sandals that lace up your calves. She must get the same feeling that you do, that this is some kind of turning point. She fixes your hair, a mix of twists and braids. On the short walk from your trailer to the bar, Songbird picks one of the papery-thin cactus blossoms, a vivid magenta bloom, and tucks it into one of the twists by your ear.
You can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as you greet Gilly by the entrance of the reception area. It feels selfish, wanting this second chance. You were adopted by a power couple when you were three. Pulled out of a meth house in Chicago, hiding under a kitchen table clutching a bag of McDonald’s fries and chicken nuggets and handed to a four star Army general and a corporate lawyer. You went right into the Marines after high school graduation, married a Gunnery Sergeant, and thought you had your happily ever after.
That is until everything went completely off the rails.
And brings you back to your current situation.
You had a lovely time at the wedding reception. Eating, drinking, and dancing with Gilly. You enjoyed being close to him, held by him, and when he leaned in close during the slow dance and asked if you wanted to get out of here, you didn’t hesitate to answer yes. But now he’s holding the passenger door of his truck open for you and terror roots you to the spot.
Shit.
This is not how you saw this situation going.
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Gilly knows a PTSD episode when he sees one, and the look on your face tells him something terrible has happened in a vehicle’s passenger seat. He automatically switches into rescue mode and shuts the truck door. The sound is enough to snap you back from whatever traumatic experience you were reliving.
“I’m sorry-”
“No,” he interrupts you. “Don’t be sorry.”
He can see you’re trembling so he takes your elbow and guides you towards the back of the truck, dropping the tailgate. Your eyes land on all the things that he and Riz had collected for this evening: blankets, pillows, a cooler. So much for it being a surprise now. He grabs a blanket and spreads it out on the tailgate before helping you up on the makeshift seat. A few deep breaths later, you give him a shaky smile.
“Were you trying to seduce me this evening, Mr. Lopez?” Your voice is still trembling but you’re regaining your footing.
“Who says I’m giving up on the seduction?”
You laugh shortly and your shoulders start to relax. It’s a good start. But he sees you’re still struggling to find your words. You’re brave. You’re a marine. And you do end up capturing those elusive words.
“Remember I told you about my husband, Dylan?”
Gilly nods. “Yeah. You said he died a couple years ago.” But you never said how and pieces are starting to fall into place. “Car accident?”
You nod your head.
He’s heard a lot of stories, far too many of them, of vets coming home and within six months, slamming their cars into trees or motorcycles into ditches. The thought had crossed his mind a time or two if he was being honest. But something always stopped him. The hope that something was going to come along and make it all worth it. “He did it on purpose?”
“Yeah.” You rub a thumb over your Marine tattoo. “Except I was in the car with him.”
“Fuck.” The word is out of his mouth before he can stop it. “God, I’m so sorry.”
“There were warning signs. Events that lead up to that night but…” you trail off, a whole other story behind that revelation. “I tried to pull the wheel so the car would stay on the road but…he punched me in the face. Knocked me out. The doctors say that’s what saved my life.”
“Being limp at impact.”
“I was in a coma for a month. They weren’t sure I was going to come out of it. But I did. And then found out Dylan didn’t make it. By the time I was released from the hospital, and could face getting back into a car, grass had already grown over his grave.”
PTSD. Survivor’s guilt. Grief at not being able to do enough. Gilly knows these feelings all too well. He rests his hand over yours and you immediately slide your fingers between his. “You know, even if you did recognize all the signs, that wouldn’t have stopped him.”
“I know.” You squeeze his hand. “I know that now.”
They sit in silence together, hands entwined, and listening to the music from the reception drift over to them. It’s soothing and after a few moments of sitting together like this, he decides on how to move forward. Gilly takes out the keys to his truck and holds them out to you.
“Whatever you want to do this evening, you’re in the driver’s seat. You’ll always have the driver’s seat when you’re with me.”
You look at the keys with wide-eyed surprise and then your gaze shifts to the supplies in the back of the truck. “Well, it seems a shame to let such a lovely seduction go to waste. And it has been a while for me. But,” you sigh dramatically. “I’m afraid I don’t know where a good location for such an event would be.”
“Lucky for you, I happen to know how to get there and will be more than happy to provide directions.”
You take the keys from him, leaning forward and kissing him briefly. “Well then, let’s not waste any more time.”
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Be Bad - A Gilly Lopez/Reader Smut Short.
Bit of Dom!Gilly, anyone?
Words - 629
Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!
The chill in the air snaps against your bare skin like a whip, your body suspended from the rope bindings attached to the large hook hanging from the garage ceiling, his footsteps approaching you from behind. You struggle to reach the ground, the tips of your toes only just about making contact with the concrete, a gloved hand swathed in leather reaching for your hip.
“No struggling.”
He’s usually your cuddly teddy bear, but sometimes, you bring out the grizzly in him. This moment is no exception. “Who’s been a bad girl?”
You know your silence won’t go unpunished, hearing it, the sound of his belt being unbuckled. Just the thought of him taking even one item from his body, even something as innocuous as his belt – or rather not in this situation – has heat radiating between your thighs. What drives it home more is the knowledge of exactly what that belt will be used for.
“Answer me.” Looping the belt over, he grasps it tightly, smacking your butt, the sting biting, sending a hot flush up your spine.
“Me. I have.”
He chuckles a gruff grunt. “Oh, so she admits it, hmm?” Once again, the leather meets your bare flesh, two hard strikes, glimmers charging over your skin like a herd of wild horses. “And what do bad girls get?”
“The belt.”
His breath is hot at your shoulder, his imposing, heavily tattooed bulk pressing against your back, the feel of his shirtless chest sinful, a hot flush misting through you. “That’s right, princess. You get the belt, until that ass is so fuckin’ sore, you won’t even be able to sit down.” Moving back, you hear the erotic creak of leather upon leather, knowing what he’s doing, Gilly wrapping the belt around his hand, shortening the free length, the lash of it striking against your goosepimpled skin, again and again, until your moans deepen, lost in the rush of endorphins.
You hear the belt clatter onto the floor, Gilly walking around to face you, biting onto the tip of the middle finger on his glove, pulling his hand from within as he stands so close, your foreheads touch, his hand pushing between your legs. Leaning back, he arches an eyebrow, holding his fingers up, coated in your dew. “I think you enjoyed that too much, didn’t you?” He pushes them against your mouth, your lips parting, sucking them with a wet, needy hug.
“Mmhmm,” you confirm, eyeing him with scorching want.
“That pretty little pussy always does get soaking when you get spanked, don’t it?”
“It does, you’re right, big fella.” Reaching for your neck, he strokes circles across your skin, feeling his edges catch light from the fire in your eyes. “And what are you gonna do about it?”
“What am I gonna do?” He begins to grin, hands snaking beneath your thighs, lifting you right up until he has you balanced on his upper arms, your legs dangling over each thick shoulder, his mouth level with your soaking slit. “Imma do what I always do, mi amor. Imma make it even fuckin’ wetter.”
A firm drag of his tongue has you grasping at your rope restraint, your head tipping back, a bliss filled sigh fluttering from your mouth. Sometimes, it’s worth being bad, just so you can have him reward you by being good, feel his rough beard grate against your tender folds, eat you like a starving animal, have you gush against his mouth.
“You gonna be my good girl now?” he asks, tongue snaking back and forth over your clit.
“I always am, Gilly. Because let’s face it, even when I’m bad, I’m still good, aren’t I?”
He hums around a mouthful of your cunt, sucking you, heat sizzling your veins. “Always, baby.”
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Hi and for the love of God hello 👋🏼 after going back and forth i’ve decided to try my hand at writing for the mayans boys and the sons we all know and love! Please feel free to hit up my ask box <3
Requests: Open
who i write for:
- Mayans MC
• Angel Reyes
• Ez Reyes
• Coco Cruz
• Nestor Oceteva
• Neron “Creeper” Vargas
• Bishop Losa
• Hank Loza
• Gilly Lopez
• Michael “Riz” Ariza
- Sons Of Anarchy
• Jax Teller
• Juice Ortiz
• Opie Winston
• Happy Lowman
• Herman Kozik
• Filip “Chibs” Telford
• Alexander “Tig” Trager
What i take requests for:
• Headcanons
• Preferences
• Would includes
• Most likely to’s
What i don’t take requests for:
• Smut
• Self harm of any kind - talking about the reader having a mental illness is fine but i’m not comfortable writing about them harming themselves
• Reader being related to any of the characters
• Toxic relationships - We’re all about healthy, loving relationships in this house!
any gifs used are not mine!
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A Gentle Kind Of Love Masterlist
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Mayans MC Masterlist
Contains: Fluff, angst, longing, pining and yearning, Angel being a shit-stirrer, Manny being dumb, cats, violence, mentions of drugs and drug addiction, shooting and death, Canche, smut. There will be more, and I'll do my best to tag chapter by chapter, please don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed something.
Any mature chapters will be marked per Tumblr's community labels, you will need them turned to show to see them.
More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is. Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical/forensic💉 Triggering material🚩
You and Coco meet overseas when you are doing aid work. When you move to Santo Padre to settle down, your life changes forever when you and Manny strike up a friendship.
Part One - Oh Hello❤❤😨
Part Two - There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere.😨❤❤
Part Three - Been Known in is Aching😨❤😨❤
Part Four - On Yearning❤😨😨
Part Five - Like Real People Do😨❤😨❤
Part Six - I Adore You😨❤💦
Epilogue - Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago❤💦❤💦
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“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Request: imagine for Gilly being into a girl that works at a bar and trying his hardest to get her attention. Secretly she’s had a crush on him the whole time
Pairing: Gilly Lopez x female reader
Warnings: Shitty men, derogatory language
Word count: 1,031
You smiled immediately as soon as you saw the wall of a man saunter into your bar. You looked down and willed the smile to go away but it was easier said than done. The muscles in your face were being puppeteered by your heart and weren't relaxing easily enough for your liking. Even still, you managed to have a straight face on by the time Gilly got to the counter. He placed himself off to the corner as he always did, the other two in tow as per usual. It was Angel who complained first as they took their seats.
"Don't know why you always wanna come here instead of staying at the clubhouse. It ain't even that good here."
Gilly rolled his eyes and forced himself to look around, already having spotted you but not wanting to make it obvious. Typically Coco and Angel would go off to play a game of pool or chat-up girls, but they were tired tonight, the desert having taken a toll on them. So they sat beside their friend and waited, making small talk. Gilly entertained them, but they knew him well enough to notice how his eyes lit up at something passed them. They both turned and saw you walking towards their end of the bar and shared knowing smiles, Angel's hand rough as he pushed and squeezed at Gilly's shoulder.
"Ahhhhh, now I see."
Gilly scoffed and rolled his arm roughly, tossing off Angel's hand right as you stopped in front of them. He offered up a cheesy smile and you returned it before nodding toward Angel and Coco.
"How are you guys doing?"
You didn't pay too much mind to Gilly, as usual, not wanting to blow his head up. You also didn't fully trust him, or any of the men in your bar really. It always felt like they had ulterior motives and at the end of the day, you were here because it was your job. You had a crush on Gilly, that much was certain, but you had seen how the others went after a new girl every time they came in and while Gilly's focus always seemed to be on you, you were pretty sure it was because you feigned not having interest. You figured he just enjoyed the chase and was happy to play a game of hard-to-get. You didn't feel like being a prize or notch on a bedpost.
Yet here he was again, eyes on you.
You took their orders and then poured their drinks, making sure to move around the bar, refilling for all of your patrons, not just the ones in kuttes. At some point, he had given up the act of trying to impress you with his pool skills. He had gone home with enough money to pay rent plenty of times, and it hadn't ever seemed to really matter to you. He'd gone to the ends of the earth to impress you and get your attention, yet nothing had really worked.
It was the sound of fingers snapping that got your attention, your head turning to follow the sound. There you found a middle-aged man with his hand still up, a permanent scowl etched into his features.
"Bout damn time. Running around here worried about cleaning the counter when you should be worried about getting my order."
His tone was harsh, his scratchy voice even more so and you forced a tight smile, answering him while still not being a doormat.
"You wouldn't want to sit at a dirty bar, now would you?"
You were still professional while letting a slight edge into your voice, but the interaction had caught Gilly's attention, his eyes on the man who scoffed and leaned back in his seat.
"I don't wanna sit at a bar with no drink either, now come on. Get me a beer."
Your eye twitched but you held it together, not unused to shitty demanding men. Reaching over to the fridge, you grabbed him a beer and popped the top, handing it over.
"Enjoy."
You attempted to walk off to the other side then but he just wouldn't quit, his grating voice sounding out again.
"I'd enjoy it more if it didn't take 6 years to get, bitch."
You turned slowly, ready to speak up for yourself when you saw Gilly stand from his seat and calmly walk over to the man. He placed his hand on the back of his neck and squeezed, the shirt collar scrunched up in his grasp. The man winced and tried to turn and get a look at him but Gilly was already leaning down, mouth close to his ear. He spoke quietly, not nearly loud enough for you to hear what he said, but the way the man's eyes widened, it must've not been nice. You looked over at Angel and Coco, both of which were simply watching with entertained smiles.
And then just like that, Gilly was releasing the man. He backed off and you watched as the man hurriedly dug into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled wad of cash and handing it over to you, his voice shaky.
"Sorry about that, ma'am. Won't happen again, I promise. I apologize for my behavior."
Your eyes narrowed as you looked at him, never once having seen any manners from him. He was leaving quickly then, stumbling over his own feet as he tried to leave the bar. Grabbing your tips, you looked back at Gilly, who was now back in his seat, the anger from before slowly dissipating.
"Thank you."
You let your smile from before come out now, eyes twinkling as you looked at him. His smile returned too, the boys getting up and going off to the jukebox to give you guys some privacy.
"You're welcome. I wasn't just going to let him talk to you like that."
You nodded, the Mayan finally getting your attention and approval. Glancing at the clock, you read the time and looked back at him.
"I get off in about 25 minutes. Maybe we could hang out?"
Gilly's smile was all teeth as he nodded enthusiastically.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
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Fic Recs - August 2023
I'm sorry I've been a bit quiet on here the last few weeks- but keep your eyes peeled because I'm planning something exciting!!
In the meantime, I know it's been a hot minute since I've done a list of recs that I absolutely love; so I thought it was about time I did one!
I hope you all enjoy these as much as I have! 💛
Mayans MC
Gilly Lopez
Gilly Lopez x Reader by @withmyteeth
Gilly Lopez x Reader by @darklydeliciousdesires
Gilly Lopez x Reader - Weekend Getaway by @drabbles-mc
Gilly Lopez x Reader-By The Fire by @cositapreciosa
Johnny 'Coco' Cruz
Coco Cruz x Redaer- Hushed Whispers by @purestxblood
Coco Cruz x Reader by @bullet-prooflove
Coco x Reader by @menofchaos
Marauders
Remus Lupin
Modern!Remus Lupin x Reader by @pray4saint
Remus Lupin x Reader by @lizard-on-a-window-pane
Remus Lupin x Reader by @theemporium
Remus Lupin x Reader-Let Me Ride You by @mrsmikaelsxn
Remus Lupin x Reader -It's Okay by @micheleamidalajedi
Sirius Black
Sirius Black x Reader-Unexpected Results by @xacatalepsyx
Sirius Black x Reader-Delicate by @whorediaries-09
Sirius Black x Reader by @yrluvjane
Poly!Marauders
Poly!Marauders x Reader- Negligence by @futurecorps3
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington
Steve Harrington x Reader by @ghostlyfleur
Steve Harrington x Reader - Meet After In The Afterglow by @upsidedownwithsteve
Steve Harrington x Reader - BETTY by @supernovafics
Steve Harrington x Reader- Buried Feelings by @sweet-villain
Steve Harrington x Reader- Birthday Dream by @lisalay00
Steve Harrington x Reader - Summer Love by @26wh57
Other
Benedict Bridgerton x Reader- Moments Series by @fayes-fics
Harvey Specter x Reader- My Tailor by @fox-bee926
Raymond Smith x Reader x Tangerine-Who You Belong To by @youvebeenlivingfictional
Negan x Reader - Infinity by @little-diable
Bucky Barnes x Reader-Three Times Feelings Went Unspoken, and the One Time It Was by @seishuswife
Steve Harrington x Reader by @ghostlyfleur
Thorin Oakenshield x Reader by @ragingbookdragon
Jinx x Reader - But I Miss You, I'm Sorry by @the-dumpster-fire-of-life
Cal Kestis x Reader - I'm Headed To The Mountains by @spacesurfing
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Country Shit
Gilly Lopez x F!Reader (Soldier Reader)
Summary: Pre-canon fic where you think the worst as a black town car approaches your home but are pleasantly surprised by whose home.
A/N: Posting this fic I've had in my docs finished for a while now. I hope to start getting back in the swing of things soon. I know a lot of people have been commenting/messaging/reaching out about my Bear series and I promise I'll update that soon, but for now enjoy my first Gilly fic from Mayans :)
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, mentions of war, bootcamp, training, army, army rangers, PTSD, trauma, death, grief, dishonorable discharge. Lightly angsty? Or maybe I'm numb to angst and its like medium-angst level lol. Light fluff.
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The clouds were rolling in, you heard the thunder in the distance as you sat on the back of your wrap around porch staring out at the ranch in your backyard. You pulled your cardigan tight around you out of instinct as the breeze from the storm on its way in, blew past you. The dark clouds casted a shadow on the large land of property that made up your backyard, the free-range chickens you owned had retreated into their coup, the two horses you took care of were nestled safely in the barn you had just 500 feet away from the house, and your dog was alert on your left hand side as he stared up at the rumbling sky.
“Come on, boy, let’s get inside before it starts coming down.” You stood up and opened the back door and nodded for your dog to go inside.
Your timing was impeccable, just as you closed the screen door, the rain started. The living room walls were filled with windows, you could see the droplets throughout every window on every window that surrounded the room. The sound of the water pelting against the roof and the deck filled the house, it was loud and mixed with the rumbling of the thunder. It needed to be drowned out, so you moved over to the record player you had set up by the front of the living room.
The memory of the last time you used the record player was coming up short, but seeing the Sam Hunt record in the player made you smile. Placing the needle on the record, it scratched for a minute before the music started playing. It brought you back to a time in your life, there wasn’t much other way to describe it besides a time. It wasn’t something you’d describe as the best time in your life, not in the slightest, but there were some moments that weren’t completely horrible.
“Come on! Grab your drink!”
Those were the famous last words your bunkmate said before she dragged you onto the dance floor. You remember the beat of the banjo playing so loudly as you moved to the beat. It was the last night of Ranger School, you had graduated earlier in the day, your friends and family had come and gone already to wish you well before they shipped you off to your assignments.
You weren’t alone on the dance floor, you were in Georgia, so when Sam Hunt was playing, the crowd tended to thicken up a bit. The noise got louder from people singing along, and although it wasn’t your go-to selection, it was fun in comparison to everything training had put you through. You remember feeling beer dripping down your jeans as you jumped up and down with the mix of Ranger graduates and town locals, but you didn’t mind one second of it. You just loved having the excuse to wear something other than your green service uniform.
As the song reached its last minute, you had started to sing along to the lyrics, your laugh was contagious by those around you as you enjoyed the celebration. You were drunk, there was no two ways about it, and you weren’t alone in that, everyone around you was too. Some people attempted to line dance, because choreographed moves were the perfect thing for a bunch of drunks, but everyone seemed to make it work. Except him. And you heard his voice in your ear as you were trying to keep up with those around you in the last moments of the song.
“Can you show me how to do this shit so I don’t make a total fucking ass of myself?”
You smiled at the comment, and turned to him. Lopez. You had worked with him over your summer of training, but to say you knew him well would have been an exaggeration.
“And you think I know what I’m doing?” You chuckled as you looked back at him. “I’m just following everyone else. It’s like a kick kick step step turn thing.”
“Right.” Gilly was trying to catch up as he moved next to you. It was hilarious to watch but it was also nice, having someone else with you that didn’t exactly know what was happening. “Man, I wish they’d turn this country shit off.” He whispered to himself as he tried to follow along with his feet.
As the song came to a close, you spoke up to him. “Didn’t peg you as the line dancing type.”
“I’m running a bet with the guys.” He pointed back to his group of friends. “Longest one to stay out on the dance floor, actually trying, gets their tab taken care of.”
“You do realize we’re in a bar full of locals who love buying drinks for anyone in the service?” You frowned at him.
“Yea but there’s just something really fulfilling about Timmer paying my tab off for me, you know?” He was laughing back with you.
Now that, you understood. Timmer was a real asshole, said things that got under everyone’s skin so if that was what was on the line, you’d help Lopez out. The song changed, it slowed down. A crowd of people left the dance floor, while a new crowd also filled it. Gilly looked around and saw just one person he was in on the bet with left on the floor with someone in their arms.
“Need a partner?” You spoke up, hand extended out to him. Out of nerves, he laughed and took your hand in his, your other arm moved to hang around his shoulder loosely as you both began swaying to the music.
“Thanks for helping me out.” Gilly said to break the silent tension.
“Look, anything to make Timmer get the shit end of a stick, but I’m thinking I should negotiate something out of this deal for myself.” You made a face as if you were thinking.
“I mean, fair is fair.” Gilly said as he took the lead and moved you around the dance floor. “What’d you have in mind.”
It was a tactic, but it worked, it had you shocked for a minute that he had taken the lead.
“I want my tab covered, too.” There were likely a million other things you could have negotiated from this, his dessert during meal time, laundry, literally anything but you were so caught off-guard you just said something quickly.
“Deal.” He agreed quickly.
Both of you stopped talking and continued to move slowly, swaying back and forth, the silence between you both allowed you to hear the lyrics of the song.
“You and me, wild and free. Way out in the woods, nobody for miles.”
Those lyrics brought you back to the present moment, in your shared home with Gilly that way out in the woods, nobody for miles. Now, some probably would have said that was the night that started it all between you, but after those dances, and a few drinks, both of you went back to your respective bunks and didn’t speak to each other until a week later when you were both deployed to the 2nd battalion in the 75th Ranger Regiment, and well, that bonded you two differently. Those two months on the home base in Washington is where the both of you fell in love, whatever that meant for two active duty Rangers. After those 2 months, they shipped you out to your tour assignment, where things got dark.
You stood there, getting lost in your thoughts as your brain wrapped itself around a new set of memories, ones that were heavy and hard to even think of. The memories of being on combat duty, seeing things that were burned in your mind as a souvenir of your two tours, and the one that constantly replayed in your head. The memory of being dishonorably discharged because you refused to follow orders. Before you could think further on it, you jumped at the sound of your dog barking. Your eyes moved to the driveway, the sound of the gravel crunching was mumbled under the music and the rain but it was still prevalent. The rain distorted the view out of the window, but you could see the black town car rolling down your driveway, which was otherwise empty. You lived easily 30 minutes from town or any person, neighbor, or establishment, and that was purposeful. When you got discharged, Gilly got sent backshortly after on leave with you for a week. The two of you were already married but had no place to call home and with you being done with the military, it was time to set down roots. Roots that wouldn’t push you into a PTSD fit constantly, you liked being off the beaten path, you liked being unbothered, on your own. On your own. Those three words instantly meant something completely different now as you stared at the black car in the driveway. Everyone knew the black town car pulling up, unexpected, to the home was the news. The news no one wanted to get, but being deployed yourself prepared you for it in a way that explained the solitude in your heart and lack of panic. You moved away from the window before anyone exited the car, you took the few minutes you knew you had before someone rang the bell to kneel down and be eye to eye with your pup.
“I wish you were going to understand what was about to happen, buddy.” Your hand scratched behind his ears. You saw his nose wiggle as he sniffed the air, and he let out a little whine while looking at you.
You let out a sigh, and closed your eyes. That’s when the doorbell rang. As your dog ran to the door, you knelt there for 30 more seconds, preparing yourself mentally to hear the news.
The words rattled in your brain before anyone even said them to you, it was your brain's way of preparing you before you got up to answer the door. The commandant of the Army Rangers 75th Regiment and Second Battalion has entrusted me to express his deepest regrets that your husband, Gilberto Lopez, was killed in action. It was then that you realized you’d find out when and how, and that’s when you held your breath. It’d affect you differently, because you knew the logistics of things, how to read between the lines of what was told to you. Before another thought filled your head, you were standing up and making your way to the door and opening it wide.
Immediately your dog was out the door whining and jumping on the person in front of you. You thought you felt your breath hitch, I mean you were seeing a dead man, or what you convinced yourself in the last 5 minutes was a dead man, standing in front of you but you were frozen, until he spoke.
“Hey buddy boy, I missed you, yea, hello.” He spoke to the dog, his backpack still on but the other bag was discarded to his right as he let your dog greet him joyfully. “You been takin’ care of our girl, right?” He said as he stood back up and you felt the breath you were holding release and suddenly you were launching into his arms.
He let out a woah mixed in between a chuckle as he steadied himself and wrapped his arms around you to embrace you back. You both hugged for what felt like eternity, eventually he moved both of you into the house to avoid getting anymore wet from the rain. You still had your hands wrapped around his neck, your heads were next to each other when he whispered something to you.
“What happened? I’m gone for a few months and you got that country shit playing?”
When the laugh left your mouth it’s when you realized you were crying.
“Hey, you’re not allowed to say that when it’s our song.” You pulled away so you could look at him now.
“See, country music’s got you crying.” His thumb moved to wipe your tears away, the smile on his face was big, he was happy to be home, happy to not be thinking about everything– anything.
“I thought you were dead.” You said as his hands cupped your face.
“I’m surprised I’m not.” His face hardened almost immediately as he shifted to talk to you seriously.
“You back for good?” Staring into his eyes, you looked for an answer, but were only coming up with pain and exhaustion.
“I’m back for good.” He nodded and moved to place his backpack down.
“It’s hard being home.” You said, hating to break the moment but you knew it was inevitable to talk about.
“It’s hard being deployed.” Gilly answered.
You looked into his eyes again, it was obvious to you that they were eyes that had seen a lot. You knew that since your eyes looked the same when you were sent home. The difference between him and you was he was there longer, whatever happened when you weren’t there was going to haunt him.
“Back for good.” You repeated his statement, trying to wrap your brain around what that meant, what you both were in store for but you were quickly interrupted by a kiss.
As your eyes closed, you melted into the touch. His lips on yours brought you back in time, to your first kiss, your wedding day, then the day you were sent home, saying goodbye to him. But now he was home, and he was kissing you hello.
“You and me, wild and free.” He said the lyrics from the song that brought you two here as he rested his forehead on yours.
“I thought you hated country music.”
“I fuckin’ do. But I also fuckin’ love you.”
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By the fire
Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x gn!reader, (legit no warnings pure fluff)
661 words
a/n : super duper self induglent Gilly fic cause I can and I did? Life is wild. Take it and eat it my child.
Tagging my number one fans in my Gilly delusion @narcolini @drabbles-mc
As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx (do I have to add this for Mayans too or? Plz don't kiss people who shot people? You get it.)
‘’ It’s cold. ‘’
‘’ Hm. ‘’ Is all he says, ‘’ I told you to bring a jacket. ‘’
You are tucking yourself into his side, cold fingers weaving their way underneath his kut and then his blouse, seeking the warmth of his skin. Maybe Gilly did tell you to pack an extra jacket earlier and maybe you had said something between the lines of ‘not needing his input’, either way, you knew he would never say no to your hands on his chest, no matter how cold. You press closer to him, grateful that he doesn’t move away even though he is scolding you. It had been a nice day and accepting Coco’s invitation to enjoy a bonfire at his house after dinner had been an easy yes.
‘’ I know… ‘’ you purr back, ‘’ Can’t I just touch my husband because I love him? ‘’
You press your chin on his shoulder, feeling the leather against your skin. He scoffs, pulling the bench the two of you are sitting on slightly closer to the fire.
‘’ Yeah, right. You’re just pulling the husband card because you know I’ll allow it. ‘’
You know he is smiling even though you can’t see his face. You had figured out a long time ago that he had trouble saying no to you, mostly because he didn’t mind it that much, even when he liked to pretend he did. You can hear Coco on your left, telling one of those stories he has told time and time again, smell the marshmallows Letty is roasting on the other side. You love nights like these, when the stress seems to melt away from their shoulders, leaving their tough personalities on the front porch.
‘’ Yo. Stop doing the disgusting married people shit. You’re not even listening to the story. ‘’
‘’ We already know the story, Coco, you won’t shut up about it. ‘’
Letty laughs at Gilly’s response, adding something about being called out on it for once. Before you know it, they are throwing marshmallows at each other, flying over the fire. You smile behind Gilly’s shoulder, a sweet barely missing your head.
‘’ Sorry, Coco, it’s cold is all. I didn’t listen to the big man when he told me to bring a jacket. ‘’
‘’ I can grab you a blanket inside or something. ‘’
You feel Gilly’s hands wrap around your elbows, pulling and bringing you even further into his back, his warmth.
‘’ Nah man, it’s all good. Got it covered. ‘’
He shrugs his shoulders, like it’s nothing, and you are brought into the movement with him. You know he likes it, loves it, even when he jokes it’s part of the deal and that he has to do it because you ask him to. You poke one finger at his rib.
‘’ Look at you all disgusting and married. ‘’
He mocks your sentence back to you and you feel his arm moves under your chin. ‘’ You want to stay warm yes or no? ‘’
‘’ Yes, please. ‘’
How he keeps his heat while you always stay cold is a never-ending mystery. Coco goes back to his story, the same one he was telling before being interrupted. You are gently warming up your hands, fingers sprawled across his hot skin. Gilly turns to you, his nose brushing yours.
‘’ Better? ‘’ He whispers, not daring to interrupt Coco once more.
You nod against his cheek, his stubble scratching your nose as you press a soft kiss where his skin peaks over his collar. You can feel the steady beat of his heart under your palm, smell his aftershave and those mints he eats to cover the cigarettes.
‘’ See, ‘’ Coco stops once again. You catch him rolling his eyes, a smile pulling at his lips as he looks over at Letty, a finger waving towards the both of you, ‘’ Disgusting married people shit. ‘’
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Weekend Getaway
Gilly Lopez x F!Reader
For @the-slumberparty's June Challenge: beach, sundress, "There's someone in the house!"
Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, slight steam
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: I figured I was due to give Gilly a little fluff since I'm gonna be putting the man Thru It in my series for him lmao. Enjoy some little vacation sweetness with the man who is taking over my whole brain 😌
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You could hear the sound of the waves crashing from where you stood in the kitchen. The sliding glass door of the house that you’d rented for a long weekend getaway had a few steps just on the other side, but those steps were the only things separating you from the sand. The house was back far enough so that high tide wouldn’t reach you, but it also wasn’t going to take much effort at all to get to the point where the water would be washing over your feet.
Along with the sound of the waves, you could also hear the whoops and hollers of all the men that were out on the sand. Someone had set up a volleyball net and once it was up, none of them had come back to the house except to grab more drinks to bring out. You didn’t mind it—the break was hard earned, for everyone. The fact that so many of them had jumped on board with the idea of getting away for a weekend now that everything had calmed down a bit was shocking to you. It was nothing short of a miracle that you all had managed to get two houses right next to each other, letting you be neighbors on the beach.
You’d retreated back to the house you were staying in to shower and change after a swim in the ocean. Nothing would be as funny to you as the number of bikers who refused to get in the water because they were convinced they were going to be devoured by sharks. The same men who would willingly and without hesitation go into a gun-fight, wouldn’t go in the water past the waist of their swim-trunks. Gilly had gone with you, and you could tell by the look on EZ’s face that he would eventually dive in before the day was out, if for no other reason than Gaby dragging him in, but the rest of them kept their feet on the dry sand. The overly competitive games of volleyball kept them distracted enough.
Once you had managed to get as much sand off you as possible, you dried off, throwing on a simple, casual sundress instead. The only plans you had until dinner now revolved around plopping on a deck chair with a drink and a book. You’d be able to listen to and watch all of the shenanigans unfold without getting hit with any of the sand that was getting kicked up. You also wouldn’t be roped into something that was more than you bargained for by having to tag into the game. You had watched it happen to Creeper’s wife, but luckily she was competitive enough to hang with the best of them, much to Angel’s demise.
You were half-listening to the controlled chaos outside as you opened the fridge. Once the cool air hit you, your quest for something to make drinks with was instantly forgotten. Your eyes were wandering over everything in front of you, but you weren’t really registering any of it. It wasn’t until you heard heavy footsteps barging through the door and laughter that was too loud to mean anything good that you snapped out of your daze.
Coco was dripping wet, trying his best to look angry but failing at it miserably as he trekked through the house. You had to assume that his state had everything to do with Angel and Gilly who were walking in right behind him, nearly doubled over from laughter.
“Do I wanna know?” you asked with a chuckle as you grabbed a water bottle and shut the fridge door, deciding that drink-making could wait until the chaos crew had left the room.
Coco paused for long enough to explain the situation to you, water dripping from the curls that were now starting to fall out of whatever mess of a bun situation he’d tried to strap them up in. “These motherfuckers,” he gestured to Angel and Gilly, laughing when he saw they were still laughing, “threw me in the fuckin’ ocean.” He hastily pushed a stray lock of hair out of his face. “Like they wanna see me get torn apart by a shark or somethin’.”
“In our defense,” Angel said, fighting hard not to descend back into a fit of laughter, “we said whoever cost their team the next point was gettin’ tossed.” He sniffed, a smirk on his face. “Gotta up your game, bro.”
Coco laughed and shook his head. “Fuck you.”
You were shaking your head at all of them, unable to do anything else besides that as you tried to hold your amusement in the best you could. Taking a deep breath, you couldn’t suppress your grin as you looked at Coco. “Why don’t you go shower, or at least find a towel so you don’t keep dripping all over the beach house floor.”
He turned and started walking deeper into the house to where his room was. “Blame those—”
“I know,” you called after him, cutting him off with a laugh, “it’s all their fault, Coco.” Once you got your giggling under control, you turned back to Angel and Gilly. “Why don’t you give him a break and go terrorize EZ instead.”
“Psh,” Angel pushed his damp hair back, smoothing it as best he could given that the ocean had stripped all the product out of it, “don’t gotta tell me twice.” He clapped Gilly on the shoulder before turning around and heading back to the beach.
You looked at Gilly expectantly, thinking that he was going to turn and leave with a similar type of comment about wanting to go give grief so someone else on the beach. Instead, though, he stood there and stared at you, a smile on his face as he lingered in the doorway.
A soft chuckle slipped out of you as you watched him watching you. Twisting the top off the water bottle in your hand, you took a long drink before finally saying, “You good?”
His smile grew wider as he laughed. “I’m good, yea.”
“Need something?” You tilted the water bottle in his direction. “Drink?”
He shook his head as he stepped all the way into the house. He slid the screen door shut behind him before walking over to where you were standing. “I’m good,” he repeated, smile still on his face as his eyes traveled up and down your body.
“You sure?” You chuckled, something about the look in his eyes still knocking the wind out of you even though you’d lost count of the number of times you’d seen it at this point. “Looks like you might need something.”
“You always had this?” he asked, fully knowing the answer as he reached forward and ran his fingertips over the skirt of your dress.
“No,” you said with a smirk starting to pull at your lips. “Got it for the trip.” It was your turn to ask questions that you already had the answers to. “Like it?”
He nodded with no hesitation, eyes lingering everywhere longer than they needed to as his gaze made it back up to your face. “Looks good.”
You smiled, trying to sound nonchalant despite the heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. “Glad you approve.”
He chuckled at your choice of words, the way you phrased it as though there had ever been a time when Gilly didn’t love whatever you put on. Sure, he made more than enough comments about how you didn’t really have to wear much of anything at his place, but that had nothing to actually do with your choice in clothing.
Suddenly he was pressed up against you, chest to chest, hands slithering around until they were resting on the small of your back. He smelled like salt water and the slightest hint of body wash that was still clinging to him. You smiled, palm resting flat against his chest. A few stray droplets that were still lingering on his skin melded into yours as well.
“Your team is gonna start wondering where you are,” you joked. Despite your words being so casual, your tone gave away the fact that the proximity was doing more to you than you wanted to admit.
He shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. “They’ll figure it out.”
You laughed, rolling your eyes as you tried to get your wandering thoughts under control. That task would’ve been easier to complete if Gilly’s hands hadn’t been wandering as well. His hands slid down from the small of your back until the tips of his fingers were grazing against the backs of your thighs. You leaned back slightly, hands resting on the edge of the counter.
“Gilly…” you chuckled as you said it, but there was still a hint of warning in your tone.
He laughed as he leaned in closer to you, erasing the tiny sliver of space that had been left between you. “What?” he asked, feigning innocence as he pressed a kiss to your jaw.
You rolled your eyes, knowing that for your sanity’s sake you should push him away but you couldn’t make yourself do it. “Don’t ask like you don’t know.”
Both of you were laughing at that for a moment before he caught your lips with his. You smiled into the kiss at first, the way that it started off soft and sweet. You could still feel the rumble of his laughter as his mouth moved with yours. You brought one hand up to rest in the spot where his neck met his shoulder, applying just the slightest bit of pressure to bring him closer to you.
He took the action to be an invitation, apparently. You felt his hands grip tighter onto you and you knew immediately what was coming. You pushed up with your hand that was still on the edge of the counter, allowing him to set you up on it. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling the two of you as close together as you could manage. His hands slid down from your hips until they were resting on top of your thighs. You couldn’t fight the smile off your face while you kissed him, feeling the way he was slowly but surely sliding up the hem of your skirt.
“Gilly,” you said, his name accompanied by a breathless laugh as you pulled your lips off of his.
“Yea?” he said it like he had no idea what could possibly be giving you pause.
You set your hands on top of his to stop him, shaking your head. “Stop,” you told him, trying to make your whisper sound harsh but failing as you continued to laugh.
“Stop what?” he played dumb, hands continuing to wander.
“There’s someone in the house!” you whisper-shouted, laughter still shining through as you tried to swat his hands away. “It’s not the time or—”
“Coco is gonna be pouting for at least—”
“And the rest of your friends who keep traipsing in and out of here? Stealing all your beer?” you asked, smiling as your forehead came to rest against his.
He chuckled as his hand grazed along the inside of your thigh. “We could be quick.”
You rolled your eyes with a smile. Shaking your head at him, you said, “One, I don’t wanna be quick.” You kissed his cheek. “And two, I’ve got no interest in getting caught. I don’t need the guys knowing me like that,” you added with a laugh.
It got him to laugh. More importantly, it got his hands to still for a moment as he considered what you were saying.
You took the hesitation as a win. Wrapping your hand around his forearm, you repositioned his hands so that they were resting on your hips again, over the fabric of your dress instead of under it. “How about,” you leaned back just slightly so that you could see his eyes, “we finish this later,” you kissed him softly on the lips, “and I’ll make it worth the wait?”
He laughed, sighing as his head dropped back so that he was staring at the ceiling for a moment. “You’re the devil sometimes, you know that?”
You laughed as you cupped his face, tracing your thumb along his cheek for a moment before your hands dropped back into your laugh. “You started it.”
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head at you even though he knew you were right. “Whatever,” he said as he laughed.
You hopped down off the counter as he stepped away. Reaching out, you managed to tangle your fingers with his before he stepped too far away. “Hey.” You pulled him back to you, or rather, you pulled yourself closer to him. He looked at you, eyebrows raised waiting for whatever you were going to say next. You laughed, tilting your head so that you could steal another quick kiss before saying, “I love you.”
His smile grew a little wider. “Yea,” he tried his best to sound sarcastic but the look in his eyes gave him away, “I love you too.” He took another step towards the door that led back outside. “Remember that later.”
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The Gin Blossom: Part II
Title: The Gin Blossom
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Gilly Lopez x Reader
Summary: You thought you had your life all planned out until everything changed. Finding yourself a young widow, you turn an Airstream trailer into a food truck and tour the southwest. You met Riz and Songbird (from @bullet-prooflove's stories) and when they invite you to visit the revitalized town of Santo Padre, you find that maybe home isn't out of reach for you.
You expect Riz to come back around at the end of the concert to help you pack up, but it’s someone else who is standing outside the backdoor of the airstream. You have to admit, you’re not disappointed at all at seeing Gilly’s surprise appearance. He’s standing off to the side, making sure to be under one of the strings of Edison bulbs hanging around the food truck area, hands in his kutte and a small smile on his face.
“I don’t know if you remember-”
“Gilly,” you answer immediately, trying to reign in the smile that is threatening to take over your face. “I remember you.”
He ducks his head briefly. “I, uh, I was just wondering if you needed some help cleaning up, getting things put away.”
You stand to the side of the door, holding it open with your arm and giving him room to enter into the trailer. “I would love some help. Riz usually helps if we’re at the same festival but, well…you know.”
He passes through the door and looks around the kitchen space. “You know what?”
“Songbird’s wearing that black silk dress tonight. We’re not going to see them until the wee small hours of the morning.”
He laughs once. “So it’s the dress. Huh.”
“And now you know.”
“And I kind of wish I didn’t.”
You watch as he looks around the small interior of the Airstream trailer. Most of the space is dedicated to the kitchen and storage of gin bottles. You can see him analyzing the space, how everything, other than the dishes in the sink, is in its place. Every surface is spit shined and squeaky clean.
“What branch are you?”
You pull up the sleeve on your sweatshirt and show him the tattoo on your inner forearm and he nods appreciatively.
“Marine. I should have known when I could see myself in the grill hood of a food truck.”
You unplug the fairy lights and start pulling the napkin dispensers from the front window. “Never had a failed health inspection.”
“I believe it. So, what can I help with?”
“How do you feel about doing dishes?”
He starts to roll up the sleeves of his flannel shirt. “Like I’m about to do some.”
You watch him out of the corner of your eye as he starts to do the dishes. He’s methodical, precise, and the plates and cups are spotless when they’re placed on the four tiered drying rack. “So what branch are you?”
“Army Ranger.”
“Impressive,” you say and you mean it. Rangers were a badass unit but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun with him. “I guess when you can’t make it in the Marines, Rangers are a good back up.”
He emits that loud, barrel-chested laugh that you remember from before. “Oh, is that how it’s going to be then?”
A good natured silence fills the airstream as you continue with your closing routine. By the time all supplies are properly stowed and you pull the blinds down on the front service window, Gilly is finishing up with the last few plates.
“Good timing,” you say as you reach for a bottle of gin that you think he will like. “Do you have time for a thank you drink?”
“As long as you join me for it.”
You grab two leaded glass tumblers from your personal dishware and head back outside. It has to be close to two in the morning. All patrons of the festival have left, the stage is dark, and all the food trucks are closed up. It’s peaceful now that the noise of people, music, and generators have all quieted. The edison lights that provided light around the area are still on though and Ginny finds a picnic table underneath them not far from her trailer. She pours the gin into the glasses and hands Gilly one before sitting on the top of the table. He takes a sip and settles beside her.
“This is good. Sharp. Clean.”
“It’s the lime infused gin. It’s light and fresh. I thought you might like it since you liked the blood orange as well.”
“How many flavors do you have?”
“In the airstream? About eight to ten. My sister and brother-in-law currently have about thirty-three in production.”
“No shit. Where are they located?”
“Northern Cali, Redding.”
Gilly nods. “It’s beautiful up there.”
“It is. The redwoods are incredible to see. They have a lovely home, lots of acreage. When I lost my husband, they offered me a couple acres to build a home there with them. I almost took them up on it.”
“So what stopped you?”
“It wasn’t home.” You look up at the stars above you, the sky stretching endlessly across the desert. “It was nice. It was beautiful. But…”
“Yeah. I get that. When I came back from my last tour, my friends all settled in a suburb of San Diego. They tried getting me to buy a house there too but it didn’t feel right.”
“So how did you end up down here?”
Gilly laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t know if you want to hear the whole story about that. I’m trying to impress you here.”
You feel heat rise to your face at his comment. “Remember, I’m a marine. I’m hard to scare.”
“Alright, here goes.” He finishes the gin in one go and you refill his glass. “I was…a mess when I got back from Afghanistan. I was drinking, getting high, picking fights with guys who were bigger than me.”
“There’s guys bigger than you?”
You both laugh easily at the comment. But you know that feeling too. War is a terrible thing. You do things that you would never dream yourself capable of doing. You remember the first time you had to shoot a teenage boy because he was trying to detonate an IED next to one of the tanks. He still shows up in your dreams at times. Bloody, mangled, accusatory.
“One night in San Diego,” Gilly continues, “after spending the day with my friends, I was so fucked up. I went to the most dangerous part of town, and picked the worst looking bar there was. I bumped a guy who was coming out and…I just swung. I wanted someone to put me out of misery because I couldn’t do it myself. Well, I got a couple good swings in but this guy just leveled me. I woke up propped up outside the bar with a business card tucked in my shirt pocket for Romero Brother’s Scrap Business.”
“So who was it?”
“It was Hank. I called him later that day and he told me that there was a new charter of Mayans being formed down in Santo Padre and they were looking for some muscle. I packed my shit and moved that day.”
“The brotherhood found you.”
“They did.” He takes another sip. “What about you? What’s your brotherhood stateside?”
You finish off your gin, letting the sharp tang of juniper berries and lime sit on your tongue. You could lie and tell him your brotherhood is your family. Or that you still keep in touch with your division. You could make up an elaborate tale of having a brotherhood in every town you visit. But you don’t. Because if anyone is going to understand your situation, it would be the man sitting next to you. The man who just opened his backstory to you with no deceit whatsoever. He deserved the same from you.
“I haven’t found it yet. That’s why I travel so much. I'm still searching for it.”
“You’ll know it when you find it.” Gilly laughs. “As fucking cliche as that sounds.”
Before you can respond to him, a flash of movement draws your attention over to where a few cars and trucks are still parked. You see the Edison lights reflect off Riz and Songbird’s silver jewelry. She still has the black silk dress on, but there are obvious wrinkles in it from being bunched up in Riz’s fists. They still can’t keep their hands off each other, stealing kisses, their hands entwined as they make their way to Riz’s truck. You watch them climb into the cab, Songbird curling up next to him as he starts the truck and pulls out of the lot.
“No,” you say, “that’s not cliche at all.”
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Sensitive
Summary: Gilly takes good care of his girl.
Warnings: Overstimulation, multiple orgasms, use of a vibrator, oral (female receiving), gentle aftercare.
Word count: Approx 600
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“One more, sweetheart.” He spoke softly to you as he pressed your little bullet vibrator up against your oversensitive clit. “Take it, sweetheart, I know you can.” He whispered before leaning down and circling the tip of his tongue around your nipple.
Gilly loved watching you writhe beneath him, lost in the pleasure he was giving you, orgasm after orgasm. It made him feel so good to watch you reach your peak each time and push you over the edge and even more so when he got to watch you wriggle with pleasure and overstimulation as he teased you. Increasing the power of the vibrator, Gilly watched as he played with you, loving the way you grasped him with desperation, so oversensitive, but not wanting it to end at the same time.
“Good girl, think you can take a bit more?” He asked calmly. “Mhm, please.” You gasped out. “Need a yes, baby.” He whispered, reminding you he wouldn’t do more unless you verbally, explicitly said yes out loud.
Yes, the word fell from your lips and as soon as he heard it, his thumb pressed against the dial on the vibrator, increasing it to the highest speed, pulling an airy moan from you, your hips jolting at the increased sensitivity, but it felt so good.
Gilly held you in place, his arm anchoring you down as best he could, while he parted your lips with one hand and held the vibrator against your aching, swollen clit with the other. He loved seeing you like this, at his mercy, spread out and unable to form coherent words as he gave you wave after wave of pleasure.
He watched as you got closer and closer to your orgasm, the heavy, fast vibrations pulsing through you as Gilly nudged the very tip of the vibrator against your clit.
Suddenly, Gilly lowered the speed of the vibrator until it was off completely and you whined desperately at him, the Mayan smirking at your frustrated reaction.
“Relax sweetheart, I wanna make you cum on my tongue.” He winked, watching as you gave him a look of pure pleasure at the mere thought.
“Ready baby?” He asked, lowering himself and whispering against your sensitive clit, his words driving you crazy as they brushed against the overworked skin. “Yes.” You whined out, Gilly smiling before he captured your bud between his lips, his tongue swirling gently around you and he groaned lowly against you, lapping his tongue quickly against your sensitive clit as you clung to the sheets beneath you, chasing your orgasm as he brought you closer, his tongue and lips bringing you to a whole new level of sensitivity.
Reaching your peak, you whined as the last flick of his tongue pushed you over the edge and your orgasm rolled heavily through you, releasing every bit of tension you had been holding onto.
Gilly gently worked you through your pleasure until you came down completely from your high, the Mayan smiling softly at you as he began to carefully clean you up.
“You did great, sweetheart.” Gilly spoke softly to you, leaning over and pressing a little kiss to your forehead after he had wiped you clean.
“Let’s get us both in the bath and then I’ll get some fresh sheets for the bed, okay?” Gilly spoke softly to you, gently scooping you up into his arms and holding you tightly before he helped you into the bathroom, smiling sweetly at you in his arms, completely blissed out and sleepy.
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More Than Blood (Ez Reyes x F!reader)
Description: Of course it happened the one night you and your fiancé finally had time for a date. All you’d done was go into town and somehow, you’d still ended up in the hospital…
Warnings: Swearing, angst, pregnancy, reference to violence, blood, mentions of injuries, mentions of surgery, gunshot wounds, Angel being a protective big bro (Let me know if I missed any)
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Gunshots.
They echoed over and over in your brain as you stared at your blood soaked hands.
You hadn’t had time to stop. To think. To panic.
Instead, you’d become eerily calm as you’d clung to Ez’s trembling body, one hand pressing your jacket into his stomach, the other frantically trying to steer the truck towards the hospital admissions bay.
You’d started rambling - you remembered that much as the night hit you in waves.
You’d begged Ez to stay with you, to stay awake and press with you against his bleeding sternum, to keep his promise and love you for eternity.
“Ezekiel Reyes, so help me if you die on me I’m bringing you back so I can kill you myself. You hear me?”
He’d managed a weak laugh at your threat, causing a brief glimmer of hope to appear despite your terror.
His smile had always been able to enchant you. “You… you p… you promise?”
“Always, mi amor. Where you go, I go. Remember?”
This wasn’t how your story ended, with some crazed rival biker shooting your fiancé in the middle of the street. No. You’d been through too much together to lose this now.
You couldn’t let it happen. Not now. Not when your future was so close you could almost taste it. A future free of the demons that had been haunting you both since the day his mother had died.
Maybe that was why it felt as if the ring on your finger was mocking you, your engagement ring now crusted with blood, an eerie reminder of the ordeal you’d just been through… and how close you’d been to losing it all.
A sob escaped your lips as you continued to stare at the lino flooring. Blood stained your shoes, tiny little pinpricks of red harsh against the once white sneakers.
You’d never felt so helpless in all of your life.
It was hard to bite back the tears as you paced back and forth in the hospital corridor. You didn’t feel foolish about the fact your date night dress now looked like something out of Carrie, even as you felt the curious eyes of passersby linger on you a moment too long.
Why wouldn’t they? You looked a sight, hands still coated in blood, Ez’s blood.
The sight was one that made even you nauseous, to think how you’d felt the warmth of his blood seeping over your hands as you’d staggered into the hospital, screaming for help… praying for a miracle…
How had your lives been torn apart so fast?
“Y/N!”
“A… Angel?”
His voice startled you out of your panic as he tore towards you, a weary company of Mayans following close behind. His eyes were wild as he stared at your blood soaked figure, terror clear as he feared the worst.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes.”
“And Ez? Where is he?”
“He… he’s in surgery,” you managed to choke, allowing him to haul you close as he rushed to your side.
The feeling of being held in his arms was enough to tell you that you were finally safe, that the whole nightmare was almost over.
Something about your soon-to-be brother in law’s hugs had always been like that, though. Maybe it was because Angel was just so tall, or maybe it was because he had always been as much of a brother to you as he had Ez.
He’d often held you as a kid, like the time you’d been picked on by a snotty nosed group of girls at your school. He’d rocked you back and forth while Ez had gone to make sure they never bothered you again.
The Reyes brothers had always cared and looked out for you like that… No wonder you felt even more guilty at the realisation that you’d let them down.
“They said he should be fine… they think it went right through… they’re just repairing the damage… he lost so much blood, Angel. I couldn’t stop it. I tried but it just kept coming and he came out of nowhere-”
“Hey, hey, it’s not your fault,” Angel growled fiercely. You could hear the rage in his voice, so strong it made him tremble against you. “You didn’t fucking do this. That son of a bitch with the gun did.”
“But I should have seen him coming. Ez was only out there because of me and the fact I wanted a fucking snack-”
“Nah. Stop with that bullshit, Y/N, right now. You hear me?”
“Y… yes.”
“Ez’s tough. He’ll be alright.”
“He sure is,” Gilly added softly.
He and the others all looked too full of pain for you. You refused to meet his eye as he tried to coax you - and Angel - into sitting on the plastic chairs that lined the eerie hallway.
“You’ll do yourself no good if you wear yourself out before the doctors are finished,” he whispered. “Ez will need you to be strong for him. Both of you.”
“Maybe you should get cleaned up and shit too?” Coco shrugged. “Look less like a horror movie extra… don’t want to scare old man Reyes when he gets here.”
You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his disgust and brutal honesty. It was like any other conversation between you both at the clubhouse, with him teasing you in some childish game until you gave in and gave as good as you got.
It made your eyes burn with unshed tears; you could always count on these guys to look out for you and not just because you were Ez’s Old Lady. No. They saw you as one of their own and the Mayans always took care of their family.
It was why you listened to Coco’s request rather than shrugging it off like you had when the staff and police had tried to coax you into cleaning yourself up.
Unlike with them, you knew better than to argue with Coco. It would do no good and with Ez’s brothers guarding the hallway, you weren’t so scared to leave your post anymore.
“O… ok.”
“Good, querida,” Angel stated firmly, finally pulling away with a kiss to your forehead.
His eyes quickly raked over you once more as if to convince him that you really were alright, if not a little shaken. Only when he was sure did he release you, shooting a look back at the group of worried bikers behind him.
“We’ll get you cleaned up. Pops is on the way and you can tell us once he gets here what happened, ok? Every fucking last detail. I need to know which sorry son of a bitch I’m about to put a bullet in to.”
His words made you blood turn to ice as you tried not to flinch. Maybe the nightmare wasn’t completely over yet…
You’d been sat in the chair for hours now.
You didn’t know how Angel had sat so still, waiting… waiting for any news about what had happened and what was to happen next. Perhaps it was the others and their presence that calmed him enough to sit, hands clasped together in silent prayer as they spoke words of comfort to you both.
Hell, Gilly had brought you a coffee which you had politely declined, and even made Angel try to walk off his nervous energy outside. It was a good thing too considering Angel managed to seem somewhat calmer by the time his father arrived and was sent home again a mere hour or so later.
In fact, Angel had been doing rather well considering… until one of the others happened to mention the fact the gunman was only down the hall, in a room of his own.
Yeah. Not even God himself could have stopped Angel Reyes then as he shot you a look of apology and tore off out into the corridor to ‘deal with this shit’.
With a sad sigh, you had let him go. He had the others with him to take care of him for now and stop him from doing anything rash.
In the meantime, your concern still lay with the Reyes brother lying on the bed in front of you.
Thankfully, Ez had been wheeled out of surgery almost an hour ago, placed to recover in a ward of other post-op patients. Sure, with the privacy curtain pulled around you, you could almost pretend you were alone, but there was something comforting in having so many people around you.
They felt like shields… witnesses keeping you and your sleeping fiancé safe as he began his journey back to the land of the living.
Was it horrible of you to hope he slept a little longer?
That he could stay blissfully unaware of the world and remain at peace for even a moment more?
“I’m so sorry,” you whispered softly, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. “We… we’ll get through this, Ez. I know it. We’ll get through this and you’ll be ok and we’ll get that house you always talked about… the one with the garden and that old porch swing out back… we can buy it and start our life together properly.”
You’d been talking to him for a while now, as if you somehow believed he could hear you.
Even if he couldn’t, you felt better acting like you two were back in your room, lying in bed whispering to one another about your days.
“Hell, we still have a wedding to arrange, Ezekiel Reyes, so you better bounce back and fast. I am not sorting out shit like which of the boys outside in the hall get to be your groomsmen, or… or what flowers we want and do we want a band or a DJ? I can’t even decide what our first song will be… I need you to help me make those choices. Together.”
“As… As long as it isn’t Taylor Swift… we’re good.”
You hardly dared breathe.
Your eyes widened.
You looked up, shock written across your face as you realised Ez was awake, even if still groggy from the anaesthetic. He looked like he’d just woken up, with his hair a little fluffy and his face wrinkled as he blinked at the lights shining over head.
Like that, you were half way out of your seat. You hand was reaching for his like you were drowning and he was your life raft.
You didn’t even care how your legs threatened to buckle beneath you, as everything hit you all at once.
Maybe you should have taken Angel up on that offer for a nap after all.
“Woah - Easy does it.” It was Ez who ironically scolded you, watching as you managed to land safely on the bed next to him. His hand was warm and comforting against yours as you held it close, peppering kisses of gratitude everywhere you could. “Damn, hermosa. You’d almost think you liked me or something.”
“I’m just glad you’re awake,” you sobbed, “how are you feeling?”
“Like I got shot.”
You smirked through your tears at his smug ass tone. “Ok, stupid question.”
“Is… W… where’s Angel? Is he here?”
“Causing trouble down the hall,” you whispered, smiling down at him, unsurprised his second thought upon waking from major surgery was for his brother.
They really did come as a package deal, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. Family was all you had in the end.
“Your Dad was here too briefly, but the others sent him home. Said they’d call and let him know when you woke up… Why? Is the company of the woman who saved your life not enough?”
“Don’t know… thought I might wake up and find some sexy nurse.”
“I swear, Ezekiel Reyes,” you giggled, thankful to hear his own weak laughter as well as his lame ass joke. “I’ll get Angel for you. Bishop will be grateful for the help. He’s been tearing the damn hospital apart waiting for you to wake up. You were in surgery for a while whilst they fixed the worst of the damage.”
“Sounds like him.”
“He… we were all scared shitless Ez.”
“I’m sorry,” he croaked, squeezing your hand gently. “When I heard the gun and you screamed… I thought… Thank god you’re ok … But I don’t regret it, Y/N. I’d take a bullet for you in a heartbeat… I couldn’t stand it if you’d got hurt, if our places were switched.”
“But they weren’t,” you whimpered, trying desperately to forget the horrific image that was now seared into your mind. You’d never forget the sight of your fiancé bleeding out all over you and the front seat of the truck. “Anyway, I’m so fucking relieved you’re ok. We all are.”
Ez smiled, but didn’t seem to realise what you meant as you gently pulled his hand to your abdomen. “Me too… you’re my whole world, Y/N. You’re my family and I meant it when I swore I’d keep you safe, no matter what.”
Tears pricked your eyes.
Family… the word made your heart stop for a second.
Maybe it was the fear that you’d almost lost him, or maybe it was the realisation he’d almost died and never even known that you were carrying his child… either way, you weren’t waiting another damn minute.
You’d waited long enough to tell him and you’d had a perfect plan in place before your date had been interrupted the night before.
If you didn’t know better, you’d have said the universe was trying to send you a message.
“Speaking of family,” you sighed, “this family, our family, needs you, Ez… So, you have to promise me this business with the club is done. Else, it better be in the next 7 and a half months cause we have a countdown clock now.”
Ez froze.
His eyes widened in wonder and disbelief and you half believed it was all the drugs in his system. “You… we’re… you’re pregnant?”
Your smile lit up the whole room as you nodded, more tears escaping your eyes. “Yeah, I am. I was going to tell you last night but things didn’t exactly go to plan-”
“No. They certainly didn’t.”
That was the understatement of the century.
“But now you know, no more scares like last night. Please?”
“I… I’ll do my best.”
That was all you could ask for, given the circumstances. After all, he was your entire world too and you’d soon have one more member to add to your little universe of chaos.
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❛ MAKE A WISH ❜
✨ REQUEST BY ANON: How about 8 and 13 for Gilly? Please xx
✨ PROMPTS: “Shooting star. Make a wish”. / “Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night”.
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When your phone dings with a notification, turning on the screen in the middle of the night and waking you up, you can't help but growl upset. Palming blindly trying to find it, you grab it lying on your back. Having to focus your orbs on the message, you frown a little.
📱“shooting star, make a wish”.
Adding a sticker of it, you roll your eyes starting to typing him back.
📲: “stop texting me weird stuff so late at night, gilberto”.
He doesn't take much longer to reply to you, reading it at the same instant, as you watch the grey ticks becoming blue.
📱: “make a wish”.
📲: “for what”.
📱: “mAkE a FuCkInG wIsH”.
📲: “dont talk to me as if i was stupidddddd”.
📱: “MAKE A WISH”.
📲: “DONT SHOUT AT ME”.
📱: “can you just make a fucking wish for a damn fucking time????????????????”
📲: “…”
📲: “done”.
📱: “good”.
📱: “now open the fucking door its cold and its raining and im fucking soaked”.
Reading the last text three times, wrinkling your nose, you can't believe he's already here. Jumping off from your bed, almost falling on your face because of the sheets tangled in your legs, you run towards the door to open it. At first, you thought it was a joke or something like that, but Gilly is there. In front of you. After a long week in Arizona. About to cry, and not caring if he's drenched to the skin, you hug him after colliding your body with his.
You can't lie. You have missed him every single second since he left, and it wasn't planned that he came back this soon. Bowing his knees just some inches, he grabs the back of your thighs to urge you to jump onto his strong arms. Wrapping his waist with your legs, you embrace him tightly, you spread short and clingy kisses all around his face cupped in your hands. His laugh makes your body vibrate, coming into your house and kicking the door close.
“Was this your wish?”
“Yes, yes, yes, YES!” You yell excitedly like five years old, hugging him using all your strength. “Fuuuuck, can't believe you're at home, my big bear”.
“I've missed you too, baby”.
Catching your lips with his, Gilly shows you how desperate he has been to see you again, securing you against his body; as his tongue slides into your mouth, anxious to find yours and play with it. This week has been very intense for the two of you with your respective jobs and being far away from each other has made it worse. Breaking the kiss when you're running out of air, your boyfriend rests his forehead on your left shoulder, only focusing on how good your fingers feel on the back of his head; receiving the sweetest caresses on earth.
“Are you hungry, ah? Made some lasagna today”.
“Hm… real food”. He purrs against your neck, provoking on you some chuckles in the meantime that you put down your feet to the floor.
“Change your clothes, I will heat it for you”.
“Am the luckiest man, you know it, right?”
“Yes, I know it”. You reply, giving him a soft smile, intertwining your fingers with his. “Anything for you, babe”.
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There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere.
Mayans MC Masterlist
Part two of A Gentle Kind of Love.
Contains: Fluff, mutual pining, angst (endless longing, Canche) slow burn, violence, flashbacks in italics. Cannabis use.
6.7K words
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"So if you will. Please fall in love with me"
You arrived at the Clubhouse just as everything was getting busy, Angel running up to you with a smile, "you came."
You nodded, "I did, can I get this over with?"
His smile widened, "come on, Marcus is excited to meet you." Angel walked over and introduced you, "Marcus, this is y/n, y/n this is Marcus."
You stuck out your hand, "hello, I've heard so much about you."
He smiled, "yeah, and I've heard a lot about you. The guys really love you."
You smiled back, "only because I indulge their ideas."
You turned to the woman next to him, she was poised and put together, her gentle smile glowing in the afternoon sun, "Marcus must be your husband."
Izzy smiled and took your hand, "I like this woman, you're my husband for once instead of me being your wife."
"Well behind every successful man."
Marcus chuckled, "I can see why they like you."
You sat down on the bench next to Angel, "so what do you do for a living?" Izzy seemed curious and you looked at Angel with suspicion.
"I am a psychologist."
Marcus raised his eyebrows, "wow. Looks like EZ might have some competition."
You laughed, "never, I might have a great memory but I took the milk out of the fridge yesterday then went looking for it two seconds later."
"And funny too. Do you have a specialty?"
You nodded, "complex trauma. Not the best but I love my job."
A quiet came over briefly, "are you seeing anyone?" Izzy's tone was neutral.
Now you were sure Angel was talking, "nope, just me and my three cats." Angel choked on his beer.
"Oh, you fucker. What did you tell them?"
He threw his hands in the air, "nothing, I might have brought up that you and Manny were getting along well when Marcus came to see how he was settling in."
You kicked him quickly under the table, "what was that for?"
You turned to Marcus and Izzy, "I'm sorry about that, Angel doesn't know what he's talking about and is sticking his head where it doesn't belong."
Marcus shook his head, "ignore him y/n. Tell me more about your work."
As the afternoon wore on, you forgot you didn't want to be there. Manny was busy with other Mayans and you had managed to dodge him, that was until you and Izzy returned from taking some of the kids for a walk around the area. He was standing right by the doors as you walked in. You waved at him with a soft smile and he waved back but any hopes of him being too busy to talk were dashed as he came walking over to you.
"Hey Tesoro, long time no see."
You nodded, "yes, three weeks to be exact." You did your best to try and keep it casual but he wrapped his arms around you and you melted into his embrace.
"I missed talking to you."
You smiled, "yeah, I missed you too." Your phrasing gave him pause, but he didn't mention it.
"You wanna get a drink?"
You nodded, "I'd like that."
Izzy and Marcus watched on from afar, "Angel is right, those two are in love."
Izzy smiled, "I can see that. She's a nice woman, she's good with kids and she seems to have her head on straight. You said Manny and EZ are the future of the Club, I can see her standing behind him."
Marcus smiled, "they've got to get there first."
Manny had his arm looped over your shoulder, "you run into Canche yet?"
Manny clicked his tongue, "that fucker, he better hope I don't"
It was no secret why Manny transferred, Canche let something slide that made most people homicidal. "You were his VP Manny, he's going to want answers above what you gave him when you handed in your papers."
He huffed, "I don't think he wants to hear what I have to say about him."
You smiled softly, "oh well, I won't hesitate to tell him what I think about him."
Manny smiled, "I can't wait to see that. Can I ask you a question?"
You nodded, "you just did but sure."
"You and the prospect, what went on there?"
You sighed, "Coco never said anything?"
He shook his head, "Angel let it slip that you climbed out the window one night but that's it."
Your eyebrows wrinkled, someone must have talked, "we just didn't gel like that."
He nodded, "really, because he had a lot to say about you."
"I'm aware, Coco called me. Whatever he said, he's lying, I didn't have sex with him."
Manny hid his smile, "I'm glad, the other women don't seem to like him much and you deserved to be looked after."
You huffed cynically, "wow, if only every man had your attitude."
He smirked, it was laced with charm and seduction, "oh really, well there's..."
"You two seem cosy." It was Canche, coming to ruin the day.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" You tried to stay calm.
He looked you up and down, "I'm his old President."
You smiled nasty, "oh, the guy who doesn't think certain people should be strung up by their scrotums and bled dry like the pigs they are. Can I help you?"
Canche blinked, "who do you think you are?"
Manny stepped in front of you and stood over the man, he had at least four inches on him, "someone who's a lot better than you." His tone was calm and not in a good way. You put your hand on his shoulder in hopes of getting him to relax but he didn't seem to notice.
"I think you need to walk away before things get bloody, Manny had every right to leave after what you did and I don't blame him. As for outsiders knowing about it, you can't complain, people talk when shit like that happens."
Canche's face got nasty, "you need to pull in your bitch, that kind of shit wouldn't fly in Yuma."
You were grateful you saw Manny's reaction in slow motion because you managed to step in and stop it before Manny's fist found Canche's face. There was no way you could have prevented a fight if Manny really wanted one to happen, you could feel the strength coiled behind his lean muscle. You took his face in your hands and put yourself between Manny and Cache, "Manny listen to me. You have very nice hands, his face isn't worth it."
Canche went to speak and you cut him off, spinning on your heel to face him, "he has four inches on you and he's younger and fitter, this doesn't end well for you if a fight starts. Now walk away before you get yourself hurt." Something about your tone must have knocked some sense into him because he was walking off in a huff.
"You good?"
Manny swallowed, "that fucker...." You put your hand on his chest.
"That fucker has a higher rank than you, you can't just hit him." You were hoping he'd listen.
Manny calmed down and smirked at you, "you think I have nice hands?"
You thumped his chest, "grow up."
He threw his arm back over your shoulder and walked you into the Clubhouse, "come on Tesoro, I want to introduce you to the Yuma guys I like."
"I told you so, she's got a good head on her shoulders."
Marcus smiled at his wife, "I'll talk to Bishop and see what's going on there."
Someone cleared their throat, "you can try but Bish is pretty fed up, he might just yell at you."
They turned their heads, Angel was standing there sipping on a beer, his face neutral.
"Where did you come from?" Marcus looked around like Angel had come from a puff of smoke.
He shrugged, "I want them to be happy."
Being with Manny was effortless, you didn't even notice how things felt like nothing had changed, like you hadn't talked to each other in weeks. "They are far superior, I don't know how you can even stomach store bought tomatoes when you've had the ones I've grown."
He smiled, "I ain't saying that sweetheart, I'm saying that I can't come to your house and raid your garden every time I want dinner."
"That's fair, but you're going to have to cook for me now just to prove you can."
He chuckled, "alright, I suppose you're right, I've eaten plenty of your food. I should pay you back."
You smiled, "I like the sound of that, what's on the menu?"
He thought for a minute, "what do you like?"
This was starting to feel like something else, "I'll eat anything but I'm a salt addict so that makes it easy for you."
He nodded, "great, you bring the fresh stuff and I'll cook it."
You smiled, "I like the sound of that. I didn't even know you could cook."
He huffed, "I live all by my lonesome, I can't be eating takeout every day."
You smiled, "wow, handsome and capable."
You released what you said just after you said it, "you think I'm handsome?"
"Oh shut up Emmanuel."
He chuckled, "so I'm Emmanuel now, there anything else you want to tell me?"
Oh, so much. "Nope, nothing." Your mind was racing, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out again.
"You look like your having fun." You had never been so happy to hear Angel's voice.
"How do you keep appearing out of nowhere?"
He shrugged, "aren't you glad I convinced you to come?"
You nodded, "I am. But Canche's a dick."
Angel cocked his head in agreement, "yeah, we know."
Manny sighed, "if Marcus doesn't do something about him, Yuma's going to go to pieces."
Angel tutted, "maybe that's for the best, the rot starts at the top."
You nodded, "Angel's right Manny, if the culture of the charter was different, Canche wouldn't have even thought about being on that monster's side. I'm sure you can think of times when that kind of attitude has been extended to other members. You wouldn't have transferred if it was a one time thing."
Manny smiled, "you're know more than you let on, don't you?"
"I'm very observant."
Angel shook his head, "not observant enough."
You sighed, you didn't have the energy to deal with Angel being cryptic. "I'm gonna get us some beer, you want something y/n?"
You nodded, "just a water please." Angel headed to the bar, leaving you and Manny alone again.
"You don't drink?"
You shook your head, "I get migraines, so no, I don't."
Manny grunted in sympathy, "shit, that sucks."
You sighed, "yeah, it does."
Manny reached out and put his hand on your knee, "thank you for believing me."
He smiled, "wow, you must have encountered some assholes if you're thanking me for that."
You nodded, "yep."
Angel returned with a curious look on his face, "we good here?"
His eyes moved to Manny's hand on your leg and Manny removed it to take the beer from him, "yep, all good." You nodded your head quickly in agreement.
The food came out about an hour later, and you all headed up to get a plate. People were drunk now and the talking got louder and less casual. It was the reek of cheap whiskey that clued you in that someone was standing closer than they should be. You turned your head and were met with a very drunk Canche, "you right there?"
He shook his head and sipped his drink, "I wanna know why you're so interested in a traitor."
You could feel Manny stiffen behind you, "I don't need to explain anything to you, stop ruining my night."
He spun and faced you and Coco grabbed Manny's elbow and spoke softly to him, "she can handle herself."
You stepped back and crossed your arms, "did you not hear me, what are you still standing here for, you have your food, you don't need to bother me."
He huffed, "you have spent the whole night strutting around like you own the place, I wanna know where it comes from."
You bit the inside of your cheek, "you're projecting, now walk away, I will not hesitate to protect myself."
The room had gone quiet, everyone paying attention to you and Canche "Oh, you're so big and tough, I bet you beg....." That was the last straw, you acted faster than Canche could think, your fist coming to strike his throat. You pushed him against the bar and got close to his face.
"The last man to mention me begging isn't adjusting well to being blind on account of my thumbs going into his eyeballs. Do not give me a reason to alleviate you of yours."
Someone went to step forward but you stopped by the sound of a gun coming out of its holster, "come any closer to me and he loses his foot. I want to finish my conversation."
Manny swallowed and glanced away from the scene, turning to Coco, "I didn't know she carried."
Coco shrugged, "I think that was the point bro."
Canche was shocked, he was smart enough to know how this would go if he stepped wrong, "I think you are the worst kind of person, you aren't just a monster, you help monsters hurt children because you're too greedy to make the call, and it's not even a hard call. I have nothing to say to you and no reason to explain myself."
Angel was standing with Marcus along the front wall, watching on in amusement, "you want me to do something about that?"
Marcus shook his head, "nah, Canche should have taken Manny leaving as a hint to humble himself."
You let him up and he adjusted his kutte, looking around for support but finding none, "you got a mouth on you."
The kick to his testicles had him going down like a lead balloon and then Manny was pulling you away, "hey, y/n. That's enough."
Canche pushed himself up and went to speak, but the look in your eyes had him second guessing, "go off and lick your wounds, don't make me take action you'll really regret." He hobbled away and the music kicked back on, Manny was standing there wide eyed and impressed.
"Wow, I didn't know you had that in you."
You smiled, "there's a lot you don't know about me Emmanuel."
Knock knock
Manny opened the door with a smile and you lifted the bag of fresh fruits and vegetables, "hello."
He took the bag from your hand, "hi, please come in."
You threw off your shoes and walked in, looking around his cosy apartment, "wow, you are clean."
He smiled and put the bag on the counter, "is that a surprise?"
You nodded, "for the most part, no offence but most men I know who live alone only change their sheets once a year."
He screwed up his face in disgust, "oh that is so gross."
He started unpacking and opened the fridge, getting out a jug of water before offering it to you, "and gold star service, what's on the menu tonight?"
He smirked and smelled the herbs, "with all this? something really good."
You sighed, "so it's a surprise?"
Manny nodded, "yep, you wanna help?"
"Of course I do." He slid an onion across the table then handed you a knife and a cutting board, he watched you as you cut it, "ok, I'm very impressed, a clean house, cold water and a knife so sharp it could cut bone. You are very capable."
He grinned, "wait until you eat the food."
He crushed the garlic under his palm then ran his own knife through it, "I'm happy you're choosing to season your food, I would stop being friends with you if you only used one clove."
He snorted, "I wouldn't blame you. You've been everywhere, what's your favourite dish?"
You thought for a moment, "ooo, that's hard. Like I told you, I'm a salt fiend so I love salt baked stuff. I have this salt baked chicken in France that I ate almost every day. I managed to get the recipe, needless to say, I have to stop myself from cooking it all the time."
He licked his lips, "shit that sounds good, you better cook it next time we all come over. What about sweets?"
"Chocolate mud cake, made with buttermilk, browned butter and lots and lots of chocolate."
He moaned, "ok, enough. You're making me drool."
You chuckled, "wait till you walk into the house and smell the chicken cooking, it creates this super salty juice that is amazing on fresh rice…"
He threw a tea towel at you with a smile, "you're making me feel inadequate."
You pressed your lips together to stop a laugh, "first time?"
He smirked, "maybe." You couldn't hold it any longer and neither could Manny, his face split into a grin as you started to laugh. You both laughed until you ran out of breath, then the oven timer sang.
He was right, the food was amazing. He had cooked a whole spread, a vegetable quiche with veggies from your garden, beef tacos with pickled red onions, a herb and rice dish with chicken broth and the most delicious strawberry tart.
Everything was perfectly seasoned and cooked, by the end, you were stuffed full and happy. "That was delicious."
He smiled, "thank you, I guess now that I've proven I can cook, I'll be helping you all the time?"
You nodded, "yep, there'll be no getting out of it now but it means you'll get the first pick on taking leftovers home. Was this your master plan?"
He held his hands up, "you got me, the only reason I did this is so you'll acknowledge my skills and ask me to help you cook every time."
You smiled, "I'm fine with that."
"What's got you all happy?"
Manny had been smiling all morning, "nothing."
Bishop didn't believe him for one minute, "really? Because you've been grinning like an idiot since you got in this morning, you wanna tell me the truth?"
Manny shook his head, "really, it's….."
Angel sat down next to them with a smile, "so it has nothing to do with your dinner last night?"
Bishop's eyebrows wrinkled, "what?"
Angel smiled, "Manny and the good doctor had dinner at his place last night."
Manny huffed, "it was just dinner, she left after the dessert."
Angel didn't drop his smile, "so it wasn't a date?"
Manny sighed, "no it wasn't. Just because you are an ungrateful asshole doesn't mean I am. I just wanted to thank her for all the cooking she did."
Angel tutted, "you could have taken it to her house, you didn't need to invite her over."
Bishop grunted, "Angel, that's enough. Leave Manny alone."
Angel snorted, "if you say so Bish."
"Ok, what's the worst parent you've dealt with?"
You were thankful that they were talking about work and not your dinner with Manny, "it's always the same one, just in different bodies. I sometimes go to schools to work in severe bullying cases, and the perp's parents go on and on about how good their kid is. Most of the time, I meet parents and the child's behaviour makes so much more sense."
"Gee, do people really fuck up that bad?" You nodded at Gilly's question.
"All the time, parents are so blind that they truly ruin their children but not giving them discipline. As part of a state mandate, I have to work with a certain number of kids on behaviour programs. The parents are the reason whenever I've had to let patients go. Half the time, the kids want to change but part of that is the parents admitting they need to do better and it doesn't happen."
They all seemed to understand, "what about you guys? I'm sure you've had some terrible customers."
They all shared a look before iz answered your question, "demon Dave and his wife. They were hell."
You leaned in, "tell me more."
Riz smiled, "they turn up in their SUV screaming that the odometer was running faster than they drove, turns out, they were both cheating and running it up seeing their side pieces."
"Oh, that's just perfect. How did you find out?"
Taza smiled, "I caught the wife at a cafe. The worst part about is, the husband tried to sue us for emotional damage."
You gasped, "no, what happened?"
Angel sipped his beer with a smile, "it didn't get anywhere, he was also stealing from his work, our lawyer found out and threatened to ruin his life."
Something didn't add up, "how did your lawyer find out?"
Coco smiled, "Chucky."
You smiled, "good old Chucky, God I love that dude."
You had stopped by the garage for an oil change, Coco greeting you with a smile. "You have to meet Chucky, you will love him." While EZ drove your car undercover, Coco walked you into the office and introduced you to the man sitting at the desk.
He stood up and walked over, that was when you saw his hands. Coco didn't wait for you to ask, not that you would, "the Triad cut them off because he couldn't stop touching himself."
You blinked, "CMD miss."
You nodded, "I'm really sorry you struggled with that and I'm sorry someone chopped off your fingers."
He shrugged, "I am healing."
You smiled, "well, that's all that matters. Now I have some time before my car's done and since Coco told me I'd like you, tell me about yourself."
"What about you Manny? I'm sure you have some tails from Yuma."
Manny smiled, "Canche was the only asshole there."
You laughed, "wow, you really don't like the man."
Manny shook his head, "no one does."
Taza agreed, "we don't really like Yuma, to be honest."
You nodded, "I can see that, the tension is palpable when they're here. Are there people I need to be worried about?"
They looked at each other, "you're a smart woman, I'm sure you know without us telling you."
You smiled softly, "yeah, I've noticed that with certain guys, you tend to give the women they're talking to pressing tasks before they head to the dorms. My question is, why doesn't Marcus know that one of his chapters is filled with predators?"
They looked at each other, "we need Yuma, more accurately, Canche is in with some important people."
You sighed, "ahh, now I get it. It sounds like he needs to meet a sticky end and take the rest of the poison with him."
Bishop huffed, "you know, one day those great observation skills are going to get you into trouble."
You raised your eyebrows, "if you were going to kill me for knowing the truth, you would have done it already. The fact is, you know I won't say anything to anyone and I know that lying to you about knowing how you make your money isn't worth the hassle."
"You got some balls, you know that?"
You smiled, "I try Creep."
Manny looked deep in thought, "how did you figure it out?" You smiled, "when I first met you all, Coco had been clean for six months and yet there was Narcan everywhere, that combined with the fact that you always have someone on the line who seems to fix problems without even showing their face kinda clued me in."
Bishop smiled, "you were a bit blunt about it, I think it's the reason I like you so much."
"So, what's your read on us?"
You smiled, "you as people or you as drug dealers?" The Clubhouse was pretty much empty, just some the Santo Padre Mayans and some hang arounds, you were sitting with Manny, Hank and Bishop in the corner so it wasn't like anyone could hear you.
"Don't look so shocked, I'm a doctor, you don't think I can read people like open books?" Bishop blinked and went to respond but you cut him off, "I'm not going to tell on you, this isn't third grade and Coco is my friend. You don't need to worry about me, all I ask is that I never see the drugs."
Hank nodded, "we can do that."
You smiled, "great, then we have an agreement and we can go back to pretending like you're just mechanics and scrap metal dealers."
"Blunt is the only way to be. I spend my whole day finding nice and compassionate ways to say things, it's nice to be able to take off the white coat."
Manny smiled, "that must be hard, always being polite?"
You nodded, "it's harder when I have to go to court, one day I'm going to be on the news for killing a defence attorney."
Angel smiled, "ah, we'll bust you out if you do."
"Fancy seeing your here."
You smiled at the sound of Manny's voice, "well it is the only place to get good meat. I am not buying that package shit from the supermarket."
Manny strode up to the counter, "what's on the menu tonight?"
You sighed, "not for me, I feed my cats raw and they're out of food, they won't eat anything other than Felipe's stuff."
Felipe smiled, "what a ringing endorsement."
Manny nodded, "oh it is, you should see these cats."
Felipe chuckled, "I've seen lots of photos, they are very spoilt."
You shook your head, "what about you?"
He pointed to the spatchcock chicken, "I watched some fancy cooking show last night, I'm gonna do that thing where you cook the chicken under a brick."
"Oh, yum. It's literally called chicken under brick."
Manny laughed, "good to know, have you ever had it?"
You nodded, "once or twice, it's really nice. It's not better than my salt baked one though."
He shook his head, "stop teasing me."
Felipe sighed and handed you your meat while you handed over the cash, "thank you Mr Reyes, they will be very happy with this."
Manny got his chicken and walked out with you, Felipe giving you both a friendly wave goodbye. "I guess I'll see you on Friday?"
You shook your head, "sadly, no. I have a fundraiser on Saturday and as much as I love Fridays, they are kinda draining. I can't do both."
He looked disappointed, "where's the fundraiser?"
You leaned against your car, "Oakland, the Sunshine Road Centre. It's actually like ten minutes from the Clubhouse."
The smile of Manny's face was back, "guess where we are on Saturday?"
You mirrored his smile, "no?"
He nodded, "yep, Marcus wants us there to work out some stuff with the Sons, something about a new gang causing problems."
You nodded, "I thought they were out of the life?"
Manny huffed, "they are, have been for years. It didn't stop someone from sending then a threatening text about us."
You crossed your arms, "that's a worry, maybe it's an old group pissed that Jax gave the guns to the Mayans?"
He shook his head, "nah, they're good with everyone involved in that. The text had something in German, Juice, their tec guy says it was a Nazi thing."
Your eyes went wide, "well shit, that's not good."
He nodded in agreement, "we know, we'll talk to Marcus on Saturday and see if we have to go visit Charming."
"All you can do is wait, will Yuma be there?"
Manny shook his head, "nope, looks like their being frozen out, they had another stepped on batch last week."
You huffed, "as Angel said, the rot starts at the top."
He nodded, "I know. Oh well, even if I don't get to see you on Friday, we might run into each other."
"Maybe, although, I'm not sure if I want the guys to see me in an evening dress. I don't think they'd ever let me live it down."
He laughed, "oh, I know."
You smiled, "have fun for me on Saturday, because I'm going to be surrounded by rich assholes and I doubt I'll last till it ends."
He chuckled, "I will party on your behalf."
Angel saw your car pull away, waving to you from his bike as he pulled into his father's shop. He smiled when he saw Manny texting, swaggering up to him with a smirk, "you planning another dinner?"
Manny shook his head, "no, she was here buying stuff for her cats. What has gotten into you man, are you my fairy godmother or something?"
Angel got a twinkle in his eyes, "your fairy godmother, I like the sound of that."
Manny huffed, "I got to get this meat home, you gotta stop looking so deep into it man, we're just friends."
Angel walked into Felipe's shop, turning behind him, "if you say so."
Felipe had his arms crossed, nodding towards the door, "what was that son?"
Angel shrugged "you tell me pops, you saw them together."
Felipe tutted, "you might be right Angel but you can't force these things, they have to figure it out on their own."
Angel huffed, "and if they don't?"
Felipe shook his head, "they will, don't worry."
Angel smiled, "all I'm saying is, they might need a bit of help."
"Come on man, it's like ten minutes away, we can stop by."
Manny sighed, "she'll be inside, they won't let us in, it's a black tie event."
Coco shrugged, "nah, any bet she'll be outside, she hates that kind of shit."
Angel smiled, "see man, there's no reason not to drive by."
Manny shook his head, "you're not going to let this go, are you?"
"Nope." The pop of the 'p' coming out of Angel's mouth had EZ chuckling.
"Just do it bro, he's not going to drop it."
Manny rolled his eyes, "fine, we drive by once and if you can't see her, we come back."
Angel smiled and stood up, "great, we should go now before it gets too late."
EZ rolled his eyes, "why not make it a group thing, I'll come too."
After some back and forth, the group was Coco, Angel, Ez and Manny, Gilly smiling at Angel, "report back?"
"Hell yeah."
They took the van, choosing to leave the bikes because Manny was worried you'd come out and meet them even if you were enjoying yourself. When they drove by, you weren't there and Manny huffed, "see, we just wasted out time."
Coco shook his head, "give it ten minutes, she might come out."
Manny sighed, "not what I agreed to."
EZ shrugged, "we need to pick up dinner anyway and the line is huge, we may as well wait."
He pointed to the food truck up the street and Angel nodded, "EZ's right, we should kill two birds with one stone or whatever."
Seven minutes in, you walked out looking exhausted, Angel tapped Manny on the shoulder and pointed out the driver's window to where you were standing, Manny's breath catching in his throat. He blinked, time slowing as he took in the vision of you leaning against the wall. The tea length red dress and fluffy skirt made you look like something out of a fairytale, he was vaguely aware of someone talking, then someone was tapping him again, harder this time.
"Dude, you right?"
Manny blinked, "yeah fine, she looks pretty had it. Maybe we should leave her alone."
Angel shook his head, "nah, we're just what she needs after dealing with those rich assholes all night." Angel got out of the car as the other followed, Manny couldn't help but join, his feet having a mind of their own as you pulled him in like you had cast a spell on him.
You must have sensed that someone was walking close because you looked up from the ground and met eyes with Manny, your face breaking out into a smile as you waved gently. They walked over and stood around you, something had them smiling because they looked at Manny's expression then looked at each other.
"Hey."
Manny smiled, "hey, you look...you look really nice."
Angel huffed, "really man, you're supposed to say she looks beautiful or radiant or something like that. Which you do by the way."
You smiled and met Angel's eye, "thank you but nice is perfectly fine." Manny pressed his lips together in an effort to stop himself was smiling, his eyes stuck on the way the dress made you look like a princess.
"You look like shit."
You sighed, "thanks Coco, I feel like it too. If I have to spend another second hearing some banker tell me I'm doing the lord's work while they talk about their two million dollar yacht, I'm going to start throwing mini quiches at people. God I'm hungry."
EZ pointed towards the food truck, "we were on our way to get food, you want something?"
You nodded emphatically, "I will kill for you if feed me." You held a finger up, "and I came prepared." You reached into the dress, Manny smiling at the fact that it had pockets, "six carne asada tacos, please, with extra veg."
EZ smiled, "done, you want anything to drink?"
You nodded, "just water please."
He headed off, leaving you with the others, "were you heading home?"
Coco seemed to know the answer, "yes, I lasted till nine thirty, that's enough. I should have come to the party yesterday and told these people my cats had the runs or something. I'm pretty sure I wasted my whole night."
Angel smiled, "it's not a waste now that we're here, is it?"
You shook your head, "no, actually, you might have saved the night."
He tapped Manny, "see Manny, we might have saved the night."
EZ returned with everyone's food and handed you yours, "thank you." He nodded, his own mouth full and Coco jutted his head towards the van, "we better go hide before some rich asshole comes out and wants to talk about his yacht more."
Everyone walked towards the van, Manny opening the back for you and helping you up. "Thank you Manny."
He sat next to you and drove into his own meal, you legs almost touching, "how is it?"
You smiled, "so good, there's only so many bacon wrapped mini potatoes a person can eat while trying to act like a lady."
He laughed, "let me guess, you wanted to shove a whole handful in your mouth at once?"
"Hell yeah, how else do people eat shit like that?"
The smile on his face was lighting up the van, "agreed, how are your tacos?"
You stuck up your thumb, "so good. I was hungrier than I thought. Yours?"
He nodded, "real good, they'd be better with shit for your garden, though."
You smiled, "you said it, not me."
By the time the food was done, you were yawning and ready to head home. "Thank you gentlemen for salvaging my night, but I think it's time I bid you adieu."
Manny stood up, "I'll walk you to your car."
Behind him, Angel was grinning. "Thank you Manny." He walked you to your car, leaning over the door as you stuck the key in the ignition and turned it over.
"ppppppp...pp."
You sighed and dropped your head onto the steering wheel, Manny looking on in worry, "ahhh, not again. The fucking spark plug is gone, I'll have to call myself a cab."
He shook his head, "we'll take you back home, I'll call the others and get your car taken to the Clubhouse, Marcus will make sure they look after it."
You shook your head, "I can't ask you to take me back home, it's forty five minutes away."
He shook his head, "nah, don't worry about it. I'm sure they guys with be happy to help." You went to protest but he stopped you, "really, I think you'll hurt Coco feelings if you get a cab."
You sighed, "fine, but only if they agree too." He held his hand out and helped you out of your seat, "thank you Manny."
You walked back to the van, being met with quizzical stares, "what's going on?"
You shrugged, "my car's fucked."
Coco nodded, "we'll take you home."
Manny smiled, "see Tesoro, I told you we'd be happy to drop you off."
You rolled your eyes, "fine, you don't all need to be so wonderful."
Coco huffed, "you can thank us with cake."
You nodded, "alright, are you sure? I don't want you driving back and forth."
Angel shook his head, "we have to check on the Clubhouse anyway, make sure everything is alright."
Your eyes wrinkled, "because Riz and Tara are going to burn it down in the few hours you're away?"
EZ snorted, "they might."
You shook your head, "alright, thank you again."
Coco smiled, "give us yours keys, we'll get a tow to take your car back to the Clubhouse." You handed them over and Coco went to make the call while you relaxed in the van, Manny sitting next to you.
"How are the cats?"
You smiled, "so good, Sir Fluffernutter tried to steal my sandwich today, turns out he hates rye bread."
Manny laughed, "he is such a little shit."
You smiled, "I know, he's the problem child."
Coco returned with a smile, "Marcus is happy for us to drop you off, he's going to send Medina to pick up your car, you right with that?"
You nodded, "fine, thank you again, I can't thank you guys enough for all the trouble you're going to."
EZ nodded, "I'll wait here, you guys head off."
Coco tossed EZ your keys, "thanks man." With a little bit more back and forth, you were off. It didn't take long for the conversation to pick up as they asked you about your night and laughed along as you went into detail about the people you met.
"One dude went right for the weird shit, asking if I work with serial killers, I'm pretty sure he has a bunch of heads in his freezer."
Angel huffed, "does that happen often?"
You nodded, "oh my God yes. College was the worst, I made the mistake of going to a frat party once and all they could talk about was Freud, I wanted to stab my eardrums out."
Manny rolled his eyes, "you got more patience than me."
You smiled, "yes, I've noticed you get a little punchy when you don't like someone."
Coco huffed, "nah, that's just Canche."
You smiled, "he does really suck."
There was a rustle and Angel was producing a joint and offering it around. Manny took a puff and then suggested it to you as you shrugged, "why not, one isn't going to give me cancer." You inhaled and suppressed a cough, "wow that's a lot."
Coco chuckled, "you don't like weed?"
You huffed, "I'm civilized, cookies and gummies only. Plus, I can't smell like the devil's lettuce while I'm with patients."
A few minutes later, the joint kicked in and you were reclining against the van, "you wanna stop somewhere?"
You nodded, "please Coco, I could eat a horse."
He pulled into a burger joint off the highway, "what do you want?"
You thought for a minute, "fries, ice cream, fries."
Manny laughed, "same here." It did take long for everyone to have their meals, Coco eating with one hand while he drove.
"So, what cake do you guys want." They all started to talk at once, "good lord, one at a time."
It took their THC laden brains to answer before Angel spoke, "that strawberry one you made for Chucky, that was really good."
There were nods all around, "easy peasy."
Time flew as you drove back home and before you knew it, you were pulling into your drive way. "Thank you again, I had a really nice time."
Angel smiled, "so did we."
He met eyes with Manny and Manny shook his head, "I'll walk you to your door." They smiled as Manny helped you off the step and walked you the short distance to your doorstep.
Maybe it was the weed or the party but something came over you and you were placing a hand on his cheek while you pressed a kiss to the other, "goodnight Emmanuel."
He ached to reach out and hold you to him but he stopped himself, smiling as you walked inside, "goodnight y/n."
The other were watching from the van, Angel smiling for ear to ear as Manny walked back. He went to say something when Manny climbed back into the back but Manny held up his hand with a head shake.
"Not a word bro."
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