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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Family Dinner

Hank Loza x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Hear me out here, a continuation to one of the first you wrote for Hank Loza. He's on a run for like a week or 2 and it's a bit into the relationship but not quite living together still. His mom needs something so she calls and reader invites her over to talk and for dinner. Hank was able to finish the run early, and comes home to his 2 favorite people laughing/telling stories over dinner. I think his heart would melt. (Other fics in this AU: Come Through and Closeness)

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m assuming that this is the universe you were referencing. We love a fic about Hank’s mom! And by we, I mean me haha. Hope you enjoy!

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Staying behind while Hank was on runs with the club didn’t necessarily get easier, but you were slowly adjusting. The constant offer to stay at his place while he was gone helped a lot. He still always left you with a laundry list of phone numbers for pretty much everyone in the club. He also always reminded you before he left that your number was on the fridge at his mothers for her to call in case she needed anything. You had yet to receive a call from her, but his next run was supposed to be over a week long so you figured this might be the time that you heard from her. By this point the two of you had seen each other enough, you hoped that she’d feel comfortable calling if she needed to.

It was late on the morning of day seven of Hank’s run when your phone rang. You didn’t recognize the number, but given the circumstances you answered any call while he was away just in case.

“Hello?”

“Oh, good,” the relief in his mother’s voice was palpable, “it’s you.”

You laughed, “Hey, Mama. Everything okay?”

“Yes. I was worried I was going to call the wrong number. Hank’s handwriting,” she huffed.

You couldn’t help but to chuckle and shake you head, “He writes in his own code,” you paused, “What’s up? You doing alright?”

“Yes. I hate to ask, but Hank won’t be home for another few days yet.”

“Whatever you need, I can help.”

“I just need some groceries. Not a lot, just a few things.”

“Okay,” you checked the time on your phone, “Well, I’m off work today. So I can stop and pick them up for you, or I can come pick you up and we can both go shopping together.”

“Oh,” there was a hint of hesitation in her voice, “I don’t want to take up your whole day.”

You smiled and shook your head even though she couldn’t see you. Moments like that, you could see where Hank got his overly considerate nature from, “I’d love to spend my whole day with you. Why don’t we both get ready, I’ll come pick you up, we can grab coffee on the way, get groceries, and I’ll hang out and we can make dinner. I’ll see if I can pick up on a few of your tricks.”

There was a brief pause before she spoke up, but you could hear her excitement, “Okay. I’ll get ready. I’ll see you soon, mija.”

You smiled, “See you soon.”

She must’ve heard your car pulling into her driveway, because she was coming out the front door of her house as you were shutting your car door behind you. She smiled and waved at you as she made her way down her front steps. Walking over, you offered her your arm to hold onto so you could help her into your car.

As you were sliding back into the driver’s seat, she spoke up, “Gracias, mija. You didn’t have to do all of this.”

You smiled as you waved off her comment, “Please, this is the highlight of my week. Besides,” you reversed out of her driveway, “Hank is great, but I could use the girl’s time,” you glanced over at her with a grin, “We both could.”

Things were a little awkward at first—it was the first time it was ever just the two of you. But that feeling went away quickly once the two of you got to the store, coffee cups in hand as you strolled up and down the aisle. You pushed the cart, following Hank’s mom around as she went from one aisle to the next. You knew that most of the time Hank did her grocery shopping for her. Not because she couldn’t, but because it was one of the ways that he could still take care of her despite everything else that was always going on. But she was winding her way through the store like she still had it memorized. Every now and then she’d ask you to grab something that was too far back on the shelf for her to reach.

“You know I love my son,” she sipped on her coffee as she scanned over the produce, “But sometimes when he asks me why some of my things have to be a certain brand?” she shook her head, “You’d think after all these years, mija, he’d know.”

You laughed as you leaned against the bar of the cart, “Sometimes boys just don’t get it, Mama.”

She carefully placed a few tomatoes into the cart, “That’s true. But he tries,” a smile broke out across her face as she turned back to you, “He means well.”

You nod, mirroring her expression, “He does.”

The two of you made your way towards the checkout, cart full of things for each of you. His mom was taking count of everything, making sure that she grabbed all that she had wanted, “Have you heard from him?” she glanced at the list in her hands, “I don’t usually hear from him when he’s on his work trips.”

You bit back a chuckle at her calling the club run a work trip, but you shook your head, “I don’t usually hear much from him. Maybe a text here or there. He stays pretty busy when he’s away.”

“Mhm,” she nodded slowly as you both started putting items on the checkout belt, “He does,” she placed a few items down, “But he makes time for you?”

You didn’t have to turn to know that she was looking at you. If there was any hesitation or uncertainty in your response, you knew that she’d give Hank an earful. You loved that about her. Looking over at her, you smiled and nodded, “Always. Hank might be busy, but you raised a man who always makes time for the women in his life.”

“The women that he loves,” his mother elaborated, eyes no longer fixed on you as she dug through her purse.

Heat flared up into your cheeks at what she’d said, and you were glad that she wasn’t looking at you to see the expression on your face. Neither you nor Hank had said it yet, but now you thought that maybe he had said something to her that he hadn’t said to you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you tried to focus on paying for the groceries.

After a short debate with his mother about who was going to pay for everything, you managed to make her put her purse away and allow you to cover what the two of you were purchasing. She wasn’t happy about it, making a comment about how you must be spending too much time with her son to be insisting on things like that. You had no choice but to laugh as you handed your card over to the cashier, the young girl clearly amused by the rapid-fire exchanges between you and the older woman with you. You assumed that the young girl knew some Spanish by the way she was trying to stifle her laughter at some of the mumblings of Hank’s mother.

“I’m cooking, then,” she picked up one of the grocery bags, at least allowing you to grab the other too.

You smiled, shaking your head as you followed her out of the store, “Of course.”

Her annoyance with you paying for the food faded quickly. She wasn’t really that upset about it—it was just her pride and the principle of it all. Once the two of you were back in the car driving home, she was right onto the next thing, telling you what she was planning on making for dinner.

“I showed Hank when he was young,” she held her purse in her lap, “I’ll show you, too.”

Warmth spread inside your chest, “Thank you.”

When the two of you had gotten back to her house and unpacked all the groceries, the first thing Hank’s mother did was shuffle off to find an apron for you. You laughed as she handed it over to you, insisting that it was necessary if you were going to be helping her in her kitchen. All you could think about was the fact that she most definitely forced Hank to do the same. You wondered what his aprons looked like.

You listened to every word she said, soaking it all up. Every move she made seemed so second nature. You wished that you had the opportunity to take notes on it all, but you supposed you would just have to come and bother her in her kitchen more often to learn it all. Something told you that she wouldn’t exactly mind that.

“You should both come over,” his mother nodded as she gathered up all her seasonings, “Maybe you could teach my son to focus like you do.”

You laughed while you were dutifully stirring the pot on the stove. You felt your phone going off in your back pocket. Pulling it out, you smiled when you saw Hank’s name flashing across the screen. You shook your head as you showed the screen to his mom, “Speaking of which,” you accepted the call, pinning the phone between your shoulder and your ear, “Hey, baby. All good?”

“All good,” he paused and you could hear the controlled chaos in the background, “We actually finished up early here.”

“That’s because you’re there to take care of business,” you felt his mom tap your shoulder, and you took the seasoning she gave you, shaking it into the pot until she motioned for you to stop.

“Maybe. Anyway, we’re about three hours out. I’ll be home tonight, not too late.”

“That’s great!”

“Yea. I gotta stop by my mom’s first, though. Missed a call from her so I’m gonna check in and make sure she’s alright.”

You glanced over at her as she chopped up vegetables on the cutting board, “I’m sure she’s fine. But do what you gotta do.”

“I’ll see you at home?”

You chuckled softly, “You’ll see me tonight, yes. Ride safe, Hank.”

“Will do.”

You hung up the phone and slid it back into your pocket. Returning your full attention to the pot in front of you, you said, “Hank’s going to be home a few days early. We can eat while it’s hot, but he said he’s stopping in tonight.”

His mother looked back over her shoulder at you, a smile breaking out across her face, “Perfect.”

The two of you made quick work of cooking dinner. His mom set out an extra plate and silverware for Hank, even though he wasn’t going to get there in time to eat with the two of you. The meal came out great, Hank’s mom complimenting you and thanking you for your help. It wasn’t lost on her that you made the effort to spend the whole day with her when you didn’t really have to.

The two of you were sitting next to each other at the table, your now-empty plates pushed off to the side. You were showing her pictures of you and Hank that you had on your phone. Photos from little day trips the two of you had taken. You were both gushing over them when you heard the sound of his bike rolling into the driveway.

When he walked through the door, the two of you both looked over at him, smiles on your faces. His mom stood up, quickly making her way over to him, “Mijo!”

“Hey, Mom,” he hugged her, unable to stop looking back and forth between the two of you, “Was checking in since I missed your call this morning, but it looks like you two have it all under control here.”

“She was just showing me,” she waved for him to follow as she walked back over to the table, “pictures from the trip you two took last weekend.”

“You two made dinner?” he leaned down, kissing the top of your head, “Hey.”

You smiled up at him from your chair, “Welcome home.”

His mother shooed him towards the chair kitty-corner to yours, “Sit, sit. Make a plate for yourself.”

“Made enough for three?” he asked with a laugh.

“Enough for three and then some,” you joked as you slipped your phone back into your pocket.

He nodded towards your outfit as he put together a plate for himself, “Nice apron.”

You smoothed it out over yourself with a laugh, “Can’t wait to see you in yours.”

While his mom was busy grabbing a drink for him, he leaned over and stole a quick kiss from you, speaking quietly, “Thank you.”

You smiled, resting your hand over his, “There’s nothing to thank me for. She’s family.”

“So?” his mom set the glass in front of him before taking her seat again, “How was your trip?”

“It was alright,” he nodded, “Missed out on the day you two had, though.”

“It was a girl’s day,” you waved him off with a laugh, “You wouldn’t have been invited anyway.”

You didn’t pry about the run, knowing that he wouldn’t want to get into any of it in front of his mother. Instead, the three of you got wrapped up in stories about any and everything else. He listened to the two of you talk and joke around as he ate. There was nothing else that he’d rather listen to, even if some of the jokes were at his expense.

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𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the mayans head to the casino. gabriella struggles with everything that's going on.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gabriella adéline carter, angel reyes, michael "riz" ariza, marcus alvarez, che "taza" romero, obispo "bishop" losa, johnny "coco" cruz, ezekiel "ez" reyes, miguel galindo, adam, hank "tranq" loza, gilberto "gilly" lopez, jimmy

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: as promised, here's the next chapter. very i'm excited about how the story is about to ramp up ;) (gif credit: @everyhowlmarksthedead)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): language, angst, drugs (mentioned), some fluff (finally)

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“Bishop wants to hit the road early. I guess Galindo invited the Chinese to our prison sit down.”

Gabriella shuffles uncomfortably at the news before turning to Angel with an apprehensive expression. Her heart dims a little when he looks away from her, his obvious disdain for the fact that she lied to him still fresh in his head.

“Let them know the cartel will be able to deliver,” Gabriella assumes with a sad shrug of her shoulders, giving up on trying to get the older Reyes brother to look at her. Riz nods and goes to make his way into the clubhouse so he can change before they leave.

Marcus, Taza, and Bishop trek down the stairs and away from the Clubhouse just as Coco breathes out, “that makes it easy.”

“Hey, buy me a few minutes?” Angel wonders, Coco and Gabriella nodding immediately. “Gonna give Jimmy a call.”

Angel steps away from the group, pulling out his phone. Gabriella’s gaze locks onto him until there’s a soft nudge on her arm. She turns to find Marcus staring back at her.

“Can I talk to you before we head out, mi’ja?” Gabbi swallows at the questions, but nods. She attempts to mask her worry with a small smile, telling him, “of course, Padrino.”

Gabriella follows him back inside the clubhouse and into Templo quarters in complete silence. All she can think about is Benny and his son. And how upset Angel is with her. And how upset Ezekiel was yesterday. And the intrusive questions KJ found himself with the audacity to ask. And whatever Marcus is about to speak to her about. And Miguel.

Gabriella barely managed to repress the shaking her body wants to take part in under the curious gaze of her godfather, instead allowing her hands to wring themselves behind her back.

“You know I don’t like when you lie to me, right?”

The question has Gabriella’s hand squeezing tighter as gives him a small nod.

“So if I ask you how you’re doing, you’re not gonna lie to me, right?”

Gabriella nods again and Marcus sighs.

“Alright, then,” Marcus starts, “how are you doing?”

It only takes a few short seconds for the tears to well in Gabriella’s eyes. Luckily, Marcus is already waiting with open arms. Gabriella falls into his chest with a broken sob, thankful for the way his arms create a protective barrier, at least for the moment, around her hurting soul.

Marcus grips Gabriella tighter than he probably should, but he doesn’t care. He knows this is something he should’ve done after they left Galindo’s pew yesterday. No matter how she gets, he feels that it’s his responsibility to take care of her… and not just because of the promise he made her father.

Just as he promised, Gabriella rides with Riz in the van when the Mayans head to the San Bujo Casino. He decides against asking about her puffy eyes and occasional sniffle, instead attempting to cheer her up with purposefully bad singing along with the radio as they speed down the highway.

By the time they make it to the casino, Gabriella’s eyes are only a little pink, stomach sore from all the laughter. Marcus notices immediately, sending a quick nod to Riz after he parks his bike. Riz nods back, pleased to know that he was an adequate distraction from whatever had her so upset.

As they travel to the front doors of the facility, both of the Reyes brothers send desolate stares Gabbi’s way. Ezekiel, for feeling bad after not making an effort to really speak to the woman ever since he found out that she knew what would happen to Emily’s son. And Angel, who still wants to know why she wouldn’t tell him where she was last night.

“My brown brothers,” a voice calls out as the group saunters through the front entrance.

Everyone looks up to see Adam, the owner of the casino, and two of his men ready to greet their visitors.

Bishop smiles and holds out a hand. “Adam.”

Adam smiles, returning the grin and handshake. “Bishop.” The casino owner then goes to greet Taza with a cordial hug, before turning to Gabriella. “And the lovely Gabriella.”

“It’s good to see you again, Adam,” she smiles as the man presses a short kiss on her cheek. “How’s the family?”

Adam beams at the mention of his children, answering, “oh, they’re great. I’ll have to tell that you asked about them. Oh, and sorry about checking the weapons. It’s tribal law. Booze and bullets have not been a good combination for my people.”

“Our’s either,” Hank replies, pulling a small grin from Adam.

“The other parties get down here yet?” Riz questions.

Adam shakes his head. “Not that I know of. But we have the room you requested. It’s private. Very quiet.”

Alvarez nods assertively with a quick, “thank you.”

Adam gifts the Mayans with one last smile, before leaving to go take care of other pieces of business. Bishop turns around with a sigh. “Well, we’ve got a few hours to kill.”

“Me and the Boy Scout,” Coco starts immediately, we’re gonna win a little wampum.”

Ezekiel can only look at Coco before the sniper is dragging him to one of the tables, causing Bishop to turn to Angel, Gilly, and Gabbi.

“Keep him contained,” Bishop orders, earning nods from the three. As soon as they are away from the older Mayans, Angel turns to Gilly.

“We’ll catch up,” he tells Gilly, who nods and goes to follow Ezekiel and an exhilarated Coco. Gabriella then turns to Angel. With Gilly gone, it’s just the two of them, now.

When she looks up at him, he’s already looking back at her. In his eyes, a hint of guilt.

“Look, Angel,” Gabriella sighs, “if you’re still mad at me, fine. But can we please just shove that aside for a moment and handle our business? This is important, and Jimmy won’t take if he sees that you can’t even look at me without–”

Gabriella pauses when Angel wraps his arms around her. Her eyes widen when he pulls her close.

“I’m still mad,” he starts delicately, “but I missed talking to you. Like, a lot.”

A small smile crosses Gabriella’s face, as she gives in and lets her arms clasp around his body. There’s an elongated silence before either of them speaks again.

“We can talk it out later, okay? Let’s just get this over with so we can get home.” Angel nods before taking a step back. The two share a stare before turning to make their way to the side entrance they agreed to meet Jimmy.

He’s already standing outside when Angel and Gabriella arrive, a cigarette working to keep him company.

“How you been Jimmy?” Angel asks as he settles on the other side of Gabbi, lighting his own cigarette in the process.

“Getting by,” Jimmy nods, peeking down at Gabbi, “what do you have?”

Gabbie sighs before telling him, “six keys.”

“Ninety-seven percent pure Guero heroin,” Angel continues for her. “Thirty per brick.”

A frown crosses Jimmy’s face and has to bite his lip to contain his irritation. “Thought you had nine.”

“So did I. But circumstances change, Jimmy.” Gabriella steps in. “So like I said before: six keys, thirty per brick. You don’t like that, I’ve got plenty of other buyers I dump you for––”

“Okay,” Jimmy calls out with his hand in the air. He takes a deep breath before asking both of them, “can you get it to Vegas?”

“You certain it stays outside the family?”

Jimmy takes a long drag of his cigarette before nodding. “Yep. You?”

A small laugh leaves Gabriella. “Would we be speaking out in the open like this if the answer was no?”

Now, it’s Jimmy’s turn to laugh.

“I’m in.”

Angel and Gabriella part from Jimmy swiftly with a quick, “okay,” not wanting to risk catching the eye of any of the other Mayans. Jimmy watches them leave with a shake of his head, having to ignore when the smallest voice at the back of his mind wonders ‘What the hell am I doing?’

Back inside, Ezekiel sits begrudgingly in a seat a few feet from where Coco is playing Blackjack. The youngest Reyes brother has been there for song long that he almost forgets to scratch his chin when to alert Coco that he should call for another card.

“Twenty-one,” the dealer calls out before flipping over a few more cards. “The house is over. The gentleman wins again.”

Ezekiel shakes his head at the smile on Coco’s face, a deep sigh leaving him when it’s apparent that Coco wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon.

Angel and Gabriella arrive at Gilly’s table just as Coco starts another round.

“Jimmy?” Gilly questions, Angel responding with a nod.

“All good. I’ll fill you in,” he replies while Gabriella looks over at Ezekiel with furrowed eyebrows.

“He’s got him counting cards?” She asks, eyes going back and forth between a locked-in Coco and annoyed Ezekiel.

“Yup,” Gilly tells her and Angel lets out a scoffed laugh.

He and Gabriella waltz over to where Ezekiel sits, Angel ordering his brother to “take a break.”

Ezekiel blows out a long breath, telling his brother, “thank you.” Before he walks away, he swallows and turns to Gabbi with a reddened face. Her breath nearly catches in her throat when she looks at Ezekiel and realizes he’s already staring.

“Want a drink?” Gabriella questions, shoulders relaxing some when Ezekiel nods.

“I’d love one.”

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michaelirby · 3 years

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In The Rain

Pairing: Hank Loza x non-descript f!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Request from @happyvibesssblog: My request is y/n and hank loza have an heated argument and he leaves to cool of before y/n can tell him she is pregnant but when he comes back they make up and he is so happy very fluffy and maybe if you feel like you can add some smut....thank you

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst for about half the story but it turns fluffy, fluff, pregnancy, reader having anxiety

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It’s chilly outside, not quite cold but not quite warm either. It makes for a good night to actually be outside, except for the clouds looming overhead, quickly consuming the sky and threatening to drench everything in its path. Still, it’s nice to just sit and relish in the cool temperature until it does decide to rain. Not for you though, you’re shivering with anxiety and hurt.

It’s currently 11:42 at night, and you’re sitting on your porch steps, alone and scared. It’s been nearly three hours since Hank had left, nearly three hours of worrying and thinking yourself to death. Your phone lies on the concrete steps next to you, dark screen facing upwards and sound turned on so you can see when Hank calls.

He hasn’t yet. You’ve called Bishop, Taza, anyone connected to him to try and find your boyfriend. What’s strange and, quite frankly, unsettling is that no one has told you where he is, where he could be. You’ve debated driving around to look for him, then decided that letting him cool off and come to you was the best decision. And while you stand by that, it doesn’t stop your mind from racing with a million thoughts.

Most of these thoughts consist of you berating yourself, why did you have to yell at him? Why did you bring your work problems home with you? Why couldn’t you have been more patient and understanding with Hank? His mom is sick for God’s sake!

Truthfully, you’re not angry at, nor do you blame, Hank for reacting the way he did. He’d done nothing wrong, you were the one who exploded. You’d had an entire week of bad events piling up until, today, you burst, exploded with rage at the one man who’s done nothing but love you unconditionally. That’s what hurts you the most, that you took out your frustrations on Hank with little regard for himself or his own troubles.

And, sure, you’ve had arguments in the past, but he’s never left the house. He’d go to another room or to the backyard, he’s never left before. It’s worrying, and at this point, you’ve convinced yourself that Hank might break up with you, he might have decided he had enough problems of his own to deal with and he couldn’t worry about yours.

Your phone dings as the screen lights up, and you rush to grab it, only to be disappointed by seeing it’s only a text from Bishop, assuring you that Hank would be home soon. Only then do you realize it’s now 12:23, and you’re doubtful that he will show up.

You hadn’t even realized the temperature dropped until a sudden clap of thunder startles you into alertness. And then it’s raining, pouring. You debate going inside to wait for him, but you quickly dismiss the thought in favor of worrying even more about Hank possibly driving in the rain. You also debate calling him but, again, dismiss it. You’re not going to upset him further by bombarding him with missed calls and texts.

So, you maneuver backwards so you’re flush against the door in order to avoid the rain as much as possible. You’re not successful, the rain is still able to reach your feet no matter how far back you press into the wood. And again, you wonder if you should go inside, but the fear of possibly losing Hank forever has you stuck in place.

Leaning your head back, you close your eyes to prevent tears from streaming down your rain-soaked face. It doesn’t work though, you cry anyway. You cry until there’s nothing left in you, until you’re slumping against the door into a dreamless sleep.

You’re startled awake sometime later by another rumbling, and you prepare yourself for another burst of thunder. It doesn’t come though. What does come are headlights moving down the street, slowing down and inevitably stopping in your driveway. You’re sitting up immediately, heart hammering in your chest as you pray that it’s Hank finally coming home to you.

And it is, through the darkness and the rain you’re able to make out the form of your boyfriend moving closer and closer until he’s standing on the porch steps, completely drenched. You have a half a mind to chide him for riding his motorcycle in this kind of storm, but then remember that you’ve been outside for god knows how long waiting on him.

“What are you doing outside?” Hank asks, voice thick and low.

“I -“ You pause, pulling your knees to your chest and glancing down at his feet. “I was waiting for you.”

You hear Hank sigh, and another crying fit threatens to come at the thought that he’s angry with you. You can’t handle him being angry at you, your heart can’t take it.

“Amor,” Hank shifts so he’s crouching down, then lifting a hand so he can stroke down your cheek to your chin where he then prompts you to look at him. “You shouldn’t be out here in this kind of weather.”

Sniffling and nodding, your mouth turns down as you fight off tears. “I’m sorry,” You whisper, just loud enough for Hank to hear you.

“Come here.” It’s not a suggestion, it’s an order. So you scoot forward so you’re sitting directly in front of him.

With the close proximity he’s able to shift you into his arms and stands up, cradling your shivering body. You don’t register him opening the door, nor do you register him walking you down hallways into your bedroom, all you can think to do is relish in the feeling of being in Hank’s arms once again. Maybe for the last time, you think.

It’s only when Hank sets you down your bathroom counter that you snap back into reality, frowning again when he moves back.

“Hank -“ You start, but then stop. You’re not sure exactly what to say, sorry doesn’t really express how bad you feel for yelling at him.

“Amor,” He sighs again, a sullen look crossing his face. Your eyes widen, unsure of what he’s about to say but pretty certain it won’t be positive. “I love you, with everything in me. You know that, don’t you?”

You opt to not respond verbally, instead you just nod. You can still see the hint of anger in his eyes, just not as prevalent.

“I’m not angry with you, not about the argument at least.” Hank sighs again, stepping forward to place one hand on your thigh and one on the back of your neck. “I’m angry over how I reacted, with how quick I was to yell back at you. I shouldn’t have, I should’ve been more understanding. You’ve had a hard week, and I should have helped relieve that stress instead of arguing back.”

Hank pauses, and in that short moment you shake your head vigorously, both of your hands moving up to grasp his kutte.

“No, no. Hank, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let my problems build up and I definitely shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” One of your hands slithers up his chest to cup his cheek. Looking him in the eyes, you say, “I’m sorry.”

Hank uses the placement of his hand to pull your neck forward, your head resting on his shoulders. And once again, tears fill your eyes as you babble on about how sorry you are.

Hank doesn’t say or do anything other than rub his hands up and down your back and arms, cooing at you while you continue to cry. Your arms have wrapped themselves around Hank’s neck, pulling him as close as possible as though you’re afraid he’ll disappear. And once your crying tapers off into occasional whimpers and hiccups, he pulls away from you to look into your eyes.

“Please, cariño, please let me help,” The desperation in his voice and face makes you want to cry all over again, but you force it down so you can collect yourself.

“I’ve just been stressed. Everything went wrong this week, the new hire has been messing everything up and I’m the one who has to fix it. I can barely sleep and I’ve just been running myself ragged,” You pause, moving one of your hands to cup his cheek and place your thumb over Hank’s lips to prevent him from scolding you.

“The worst part about it is that these things wouldn’t have upset me so much if I weren’t -“ You stop yourself, taking a deep breath and looking into his eyes.

“I’m pregnant, Hank.”

Time seems to stop, while you feel lighter for finally telling him, you’re more worried of his reaction. Sure, you’ve talked about kids before, but you didn’t know it would happen so soon, and the worry that he’ll back out, even though God knows he wouldn’t, is prevalent.

“Honey,” Hank gasps, hands immediately coming up to rest on your waist. “You’re pregnant.” He pauses, seemingly to collect himself before his eyes widen in realization. “You’re pregnant and you were waiting outside for hours? You could get sick, or - or -“

You cut him off with your lips, pressing your cold ones to his slightly less cold ones. Hank seems to relax, his entire body slumping into yours, pulling you impossibly closer as you both kiss lazily. Relief floods your veins, the knowledge that he isn’t mad, that he seems to be happy about this, warms you from the inside out.

“I love you,” You murmur, placing two more delicate kisses to his lips before you turn your head because you can’t fight the urge to sneeze anymore.

Sneezing once, then twice, this pulls Hank out of his trance. He pulls away suddenly, fumbling to the left cabinet so he can search for any kind of cold medicine you have. Once he finds what he’s searching for, he’s quick to run to the kitchen to presumably grab water.

And you’re left sitting on the counter, leaned back so you’re resting against the mirror, wondering how in the hell you got so lucky to find someone like Hank.

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bucksangel · 3 years

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Guiding Light Pt. 1

Pairing: Hank Loza x Reader (no descreption of body type or race is mentioned)

Summary: It's time, Hank decides, to finally ask you out, and he's praying upon every God that exists that you say 'yes'.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: mention of injury and blood (the reader cuts their hand accidentally), hank also likes to bake and I will die on this hill, Hank being nervous, fluff out the ass

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“You okay, Hank?”

The question goes in one of his ears and straight out of the other, it’s like he’s stopped listening to anything all together. If Hank was being honest, he truly didn’t register your question, he’s too far in his own head. About you, no less. Now, that’s definitely not a bad thing, but it feels… wrong. Sure, you’re a little younger than him, but that’s not what really bothers him. No, it’s the fact that you’re his friend (he’d even go as far to say you’re his best friend), and he can’t shake the thoughts of wanting more, wanting you to himself.

It’s frustrating, kind of. Hank loves being your friend, he cherishes the dynamic you have, but god does he want more. You’re kind and beautiful and head-strong and it was so easy for Hank to fall for you. And although he in no way would ever pressure you to be with him, he just can’t help thinking about if you were together. What if you do like him? What if he could call you his? What if he was yours?

He’s getting too ahead of himself, though. He hasn’t even asked you out, nor has he told you about his feelings. But, again, he’s too far in his own head, thinking himself to death over what could be. It’s not until a hand, soft and chilled due to holding a beer, rests on his forearm that Hank whips his head to his right where you’re sitting on the couch, facing him.

“Are you okay? You spaced out for a minute,” You say, smiling. It takes his breath away with how effortlessly you make him nervous, giddy, happy even. His heartbeat picks up a tad more when you swing your legs up to lay over his lap.

You two have always been close like this, and Hank suspects it’s because you’re like this with a lot of people (not a lot of people actually, but he pretends so as to not get his hopes up). Resting a large and warm hand on your calf, he massages the area gently while laughing softly.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just thinking,” Hank smiles back at you and squeezes your shin. And there must be something in the way he spoke, or maybe it was his demeanor, but you don’t push further. He’s glad for that, he’s not ready to tell you about his feelings nor is he good at lying to you.

“Okay,” You whisper, nodding your head a tad before leaning your head to the side to rest against the couch cushion. Curious and loving eyes stare back at Hank, and he holds your gaze for what feels like an hour. Realistically it may have been only a minute, but he tends to get lost when he’s looking at you, like he can’t comprehend that you actually enjoy his company.

The story you were telling earlier gets brought back up again and Hank doesn’t hear a word of it. He nods and smiles every once in a while, but he knows that you can tell he’s not all the way here. You keep talking anyway, and Hank is thankful for the excuse to focus on you completely, and he thinks he wants to live in this moment forever, to keep you on his couch, in his arms, talking about anything and everything.

The night eventually ends, though, and as always, both of you are disappointed to be parting ways. It has to be done, seeing as you both have too many obligations tomorrow to be talking the night away. The only good thing about parting ways, Hank thinks, is how you hug him. It’s different than how you greet him, those are typically quicker and with excitement of seeing each other again. These hugs, the goodbye hugs, are a little longer, more intimate. Hank’s arms are wrapped tight around your body, his chin resting on your head, and he thinks of how perfectly you fit in his arms, how you were made to be in his arms.

As per your goodbye ritual, when you pull away from each other you lean up to place a soft kiss to his cheek. And just like every time you kiss his cheek, his face flushes and warmth fills his body.

You pull back, dragging your hand down his arm before fully pulling away to go to your car. Included in this goodbye ritual is Hank walking you to your car with his hand resting gently on your back while you fiddle with your fingers. Your car is parked all the way across the lot (and Hank is very grateful for the extra minute that walk provides), so you’re able to talk a little while longer. Except, tonight you walk to the car in silence, something (tension, maybe) hangs in the air.

When you do get to your car, you’re slow to turn around and face Hank, a nervous smile on your lips and something akin to anxiousness in your eyes. Hank continues to smile at you, that same soft, warm smile that seems to only be for you. His hand moves from your back to squeeze your hip before dropping his hand all together.

And Hank feels something blooming in his chest, an incredibly strong want, a need, to pour his entire heart out to you. It’s almost overwhelming, this is the right time, he thinks, now or never. This feeling spreads throughout his entire body, enough so that he opens his mouth to speak. It just so happens that you move to speak at the same time as well.

“I wanted-”

“I need to-”

Both of you laugh, the nerves still ever present. Hank makes a bold move by grabbing your hand in his, rubbing the back of your hand as he says, “Ladies first.”

This makes you laugh and lightly slap his chest with your free hand. He sees hesitancy on your face and Hank is sure you’re about to drop some kind of bomb on him. Instead, it’s a nervous, “I should be getting home.” And Hank’s heart sinks into his stomach, the one time he mans up enough to actually tell you and you’re leaving before he gets that chance.

“Of course. Goodnight, querida,” He whispers, nodding his head as he drops your hand to open your car door for you. But you stop him before he moves to the side to let you into your car.

You place another kiss on Hank's cheek, but this time you linger a little longer, pulling back a millimeter or so to whisper, “Goodnight, Hank.”

Hank’s eyes close, his heart hammers in his chest so fast that he thinks he might actually pass out. Suddenly, he’s warm all over, the feeling of your body pressed against his, no matter how brief, is something he’ll never get used to.

And then, you’re gone, driving into the night towards your home, leaving Hank to stare into space wishing on every star that he’ll get another chance.

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It’s the next evening and Hank is at his mother’s for their weekly Sunday dinner. Tonight, he’s working on seasoning up some steaks while his mother works on the rice and vegetables that would accompany it. They chatter about nonsense while they work in tandem, his mother slapping his arm every so often when he picks up a wrong seasoning.

He’ll admit, he’s a little spacey tonight. The night before is still so clear in his head, the way your lips felt against his cheek still sends shivers down his spine and brings a smile to his face. Maybe he’s a little too spacey, though, because the third time Hank goes for the wrong spice his mother says, “It’s that girl again, isn’t it?”

Hank’s head shoots up from where he’d been staring intensely at the meat. With the smirk on her face and the glint in her eyes, he knows he’s been caught. Not only can he not lie to you, he definitely can’t lie to his mother (partly out of respect, partly out of fear). So, slowly, he nods his head, his face heating up while he goes out back to put the meat on the grill, desperately trying to avoid the conversation that his mother wants to have.

“What are you waiting for?” She asks, following him outside, determined to get through to her son. The exasperation in her tone makes it clear she’s been keeping up with the situation and is just as frustrated as her son that he hasn’t done anything about it.

“We’re just friends, mama,” He mumbles, and he feels like a teenager again, having his mother encourage him to make the move on the girl he likes. And just like every time before, he knows she’ll win this fight.

“We both know that isn’t true,” She scoffs in disbelief, lightly hitting Hank’s arm so he would look at her. “You like her. She likes you. I don’t really see the problem here.”

“She doesn’t…” Hank trails off, his head filled with doubt at his mothers words. “She doesn’t like me like that, and I’m okay with that. I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship because I can’t control my feelings.” The pain in his heart swells, but he pushes them down so he can smile at his mother, hoping to convince her to drop the subject.

She stares him down for a minute, her eyes squinting in thought before she smiles wide. “You were going to tell her yesterday, weren’t you?”

Hank groans, genuinely confused at how well his mother can be this intuitive (as a boy, he used to think his mother could read minds and he’s still not totally convinced that she can’t). His head tilts back so he can look at the sky, momentarily wishing this wasn’t happening right now. But, since it is, he looks back down to his mother and nods sheepishly.

“Well,” She starts, making Hank groan internally, “If you mustered up the courage to try last night then you can do it again tomorrow.” And Hank’s already shaking his head, adamant that he doesn’t think he can. Another slap lands on his arm, and his mother places her hands to cup her son’s cheeks. “Mijo, if you don’t do something about this, then I will.”

And that’s the end of that discussion, Hank knows full well that his mother would, in fact, do something about it and it would end in her embarrassing him. So he resigns himself to nodding.

“Good, now finish up, I’m hungry.” She turns quickly and walks back into the house to continue preparing the sides.

“Yes, mama,” Hank says, a million thoughts running through his head as to how in the world he’s going to do this.

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Now, it’s not entirely unusual for Hank to show up at your door on a Monday, nor is it out of the ordinary for him to come unexpectedly, but today is different. His palms are sweaty and his heart is hammering in his chest as he walks up to your porch. He’s stood still for a minute, thinking of all the different ways tonight could go wrong. What if you say no? What if you kick him out? What if he loses you forever?

It’s ridiculous, Hank knows this. No matter how you feel about him, he knows you’d never push him out of your life. Still, the thought lingers in the back of his head. And before he can psych himself out of tonight, he knocks on your door. His breathing has stopped for the full thirty seconds it takes you to open your door, and it’s stopped for another thirty seconds as he takes you in.

Donned in a flowery summer dress and a light red apron, you smile wide when your eyes land upon Hank. He wrings his hands as he smiles back at you, but quickly lets them drop and wrap around you when you step forward to hug him.

“I didn’t know you were coming!” You exclaim squeezing his body tight to yours before stepping back and ushering him into your house.

“I know,” Hank says, volume a little louder than a whisper. “I was in the area so I wanted to stop by, if that’s okay.” Internally, he cringes. In the area is a poor and cliché excuse, but he’d only prepared for his confession, not for how or why he’s here at seven pm on a Monday.

It makes you chuckle, probably because you’re thinking the same thing. “Don’t be silly, you know I enjoy being with you.” You’re leading him into the kitchen with your back turned to him (and you’re thankful for that so he wouldn’t have seen the embarrassed look on your face because of your phrasing).

Hearing you affirm that you do enjoy his company brings a whole new kind of warmth to spread throughout his chest. He knows that tonight is going to be the night, he’d be damned to let anything get in the way.

“I was about to make some brownies if you want to help, I’ve already eaten dinner but there’s leftovers in the fridge that you’re welcome to.” You move towards the counter where, even though you haven’t even started baking, flour has somehow spilled onto it. Hank takes you in, your hair pulled back out of your face and your eyes scanning the instructions on your phone with such concentration that it makes him laugh.

After about a minute of watching you struggle with which ingredients to mix first, Hank walks to your side and leans over your shoulder to read the directions himself. They’re simple enough for him to understand (and he will never let his brother’s find out, but he does enjoy baking from time to time), so he reaches around you to grab the flour and measuring cup.

You turn your head to look back at him with a puzzling look, and Hank doesn’t miss the way your lips quirk up into a small smile. “What are you doing there?” You ask, humor evident in your tone.

“I’m a baking connoisseur,” He laughs, but lets it fade slowly as he realizes the proximity between you two. He’s nearly pressed into your side, one arm reaching around you to hold onto the flour, and his hand resting on your back so as to not jostle you with his movements.

Both of you go silent, staring into each other’s eyes, breathing shallowly while tension slowly encompasses your living space. For a brief moment, Hank swears he saw your eyes flicker down to his lips before quickly snapping back to his own eyes.

This tension is broken a moment later, you smile at him and nudge his stomach with your elbow, nodding towards the ingredients. “Okay then Mr. Baking Connoisseur, show me what you got.”

And then, Hank is measuring and pouring and mixing, all while you watch and listen to him explain the steps to follow in order to make, in his words, ‘the best brownies you’ll ever eat’. You’re watching him carefully, handing him the ingredients as he needs them, and smiling at how passionate he seems to be. It’s beautiful, really, to see how much joy something as simple as baking can bring him. You can tell he’s not the most comfortable in this situation, but you chalk it up to him not liking being this vulnerable (which is a lie, he wears his heart on his sleeve for only you to see).

After the batter is mixed and the pans are greased, you both place the two batches of brownies in the oven and set your sights on cleaning up the mess you’ve made (the mess he made, you hardly did anything but admire him). In tandem, both of you clean the counters and put the ingredients in their respective spots, and Hank realizes that this right here, this level of understanding and flow, is where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be with you doing the most mundane and domestic activities while you chatter about your day.

Hank feels what he felt on Saturday, the overwhelming need to kiss you and profess his love. This momentum is quickly squashed because a split second after you’d just moved the dishes to the sink, you’re crying out in pain and holding your hand close to your chest. Hank can see a small amount of blood trickle down your wrist, so he surges forward and moves your hand under the running water, making sure to put pressure on your wound.

“What happened, amor?” Due to the severity of the situation, Hank doesn’t even register the pet name he let slip, he’s more focused on getting your hand to stop bleeding.

“Um, I-” You stutter, yelling out again when he presses harder. The blood flow has slowed down though, so that’s a plus. “I put the dishes in the sink and I - I think I cut my hand on the knife that was still in there.” And now you’re cursing yourself for not cleaning those dishes before you’d started baking.

“It’s okay, just keep your hand there while I find a bandage,” Then he’s off, running into your bathroom to get the first-aid kit he insisted you put under the sink (because lord knows you’re too clumsy for your own good). When he does get back, your hand is still under the water and he can see tears pooling in your eyes, presumably from the pain.

Hank freezes for a moment, too overwhelmed with the need to comfort you, to hold you in his arms and take away any pain you’ve ever felt. But he shakes those thoughts from his head so he can pull your hand towards him. The bleeding has now almost completely stopped, but that doesn’t stop Hank from rubbing a small amount of soap around the area and washing that off so he can wrap a bandage around your hand.

You’ve calmed down now, the shock from cutting your hand fades away as you stare up at Hank, who is securing the bandage in place. He’s focused, and very careful to not hurt you anymore than you already are. Something in him tells him to look up, and he’s met with your warm and inviting gaze and your mouth parted slightly.

Everything seems to go silent around you, the sound of running water fades into the background as you both stare into each other’s eyes, Hank’s hands encompassing your wounded one and cradled against his chest. It’s all too much, this overwhelming need to kiss you, to kiss you with so much passion and care and love, that it almost breaks his heart that he can’t.

“Queri-” Hank is cut off by you pushing against him, your wounded hand clutching his and your good hand grasping his arm so you can angle your head up and press your lips to his.

He’s floored, utterly and completely astounded at your boldness, and at the fact that you’ve done all the hard work for him. Now he doesn’t have to wonder about how you feel about him, he doesn’t have to worry himself to death over the what if’s, because now you’re kissing him. And then, he’s kissing you back, his lips parting and moving against yours with such synchronicity that it’s amazing you haven’t done this before.

One large and warm hand cups the back of your neck, not squeezing, just resting and pressing you further into him so he can part his mouth and tease your lips with his tongue. This causes you to whimper into his mouth and pull him closer, and god Hank has never heard a sound more beautiful than the ones you emit while completely entranced in the way he tastes.

Breaking away too soon for his liking, he pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing a little labored due to how winded the kiss made him. With his eyes still closed, maybe because he’s afraid to look at you in fear that you do reject him, he speaks softly, “Could I take you out?”

“Like, a date?” You ask, voice timid and slightly shaky as you pull back so you can look at him, really look at him. With your close proximity, Hank can feel how fast your heart is beating, he can see how your eyes glimmer, and he can feel the love surrounding you both.

Hank chuckles softly, nodding his head as he speaks, “Yeah, exactly like a date.” Your smile grows wide, your eyes crinkle, and your good hand travels up his arm to cradle his face, thumb rubbing over his cheek.

You lean against him once more and press your lips to his. This kiss is soft and chaste, your lips hovering over his as you whisper, “Of course I will.”

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minimel-fics · 3 years

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Moral of the Story - Part 3

Hank Loza X OC

Their marriage took a turn for the worst, but they made a vow that neither of them had the heart to break. 25 years can change people in many different ways.

I started this with 0 intention of writing another part but ended it with 100% intention of writing a fourth part so expect that this weekend.

Part 1 & Part 2

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Ruth stood in the driveway, staring at the small house as her nerves flooded her body; the last time she remembered herself being this nervous was when she had performed her first solo surgery. The small house and the lady that occupied it were much more daunting to Ruth than they would be to anyone else. The rumble of Hank’s bike pulling into the driveway caused Ruth to take a deep breath in a last-ditch effort to calm herself.

“You could have gone inside you know, you didn’t have to wait out here for me.” Hank teased as he dismounted his bike and removed his helmet.

“So she could kill me before you arrived? Hank, your mother has got to hate me.”

“She doesn’t hate you.” Hank insisted as he pulled Ruth’s body into his arms to look down at her, “She’s always liked you.”

“That was before I broke her son’s heart and left him alone for twenty-four years only to return too old to bear her an army of grandbabies.” Ruth tucked her forehead into Hank’s chest, the way his large arms squeezed her a little tighter told her that he was not impressed with her self-deprecating words. “I’m sorry,” she sighed, lifting her head to meet his eyes, “I know that we’ve talked about this, I’ve got to remain optimistic but not get too excited because I don’t want to give my hopes up.”

“Stop stressing out so much, everything is going to work out just fine.” The encouraging smile Hank gave her made it impossible not to smile as well.

“Mom, we’re here!” Hank announced their arrival as he led Ruth in the front door. The older woman was nowhere in sight but they were immediately met by a small dog jumping at their legs. “Chichi.” Hank greeted the dog, bending down to scratch between the Chihuahua's ears. They could hear the woman rummaging around in the kitchen before her petite body appeared in front of them.

“Ruthie, it’s so good to see you.” She ducked around her son, pulling Ruth’s body into a tight hug before she finally greeted her son with a kiss to the cheek. “I’ve been waiting for you to come to dinner since the moment Hank told me you two were seeing each other again.”

Ruth smiled up at Hank as she thought about the day nearly 8 months beforehand when she had shown up to the clubhouse to get their divorce papers signed.

“Hank, wait!”

The pen froze leaving a small squiggle on the dotted line that was an incomplete signature. Ruth felt a chill run through her body as Hank’s eyes met her own, her mouth seemed to move quicker than her brain as she failed to suppress her thoughts. “Maybe we should wait.”

Hank sighed, dropping the pen onto the bar as he shifted his large body to face her. “We’ve already waited 25 years, Ruth.”

“You know all these years I’ve been telling everyone, including myself that I just fell in love with the wrong person but being here and seeing you again is making me realize that maybe it wasn’t the wrong person- just the wrong time.” A trait that Hank remembered Ruth having was the habit of speaking with her hands when she felt embarrassed, the fact that he had to lean back to avoid catching an accidental blow proved she had not grown out of that.

“Our lives are even more different than they were back then, Ruthie.”

“Hank, I know that I am the one that came here asking for this but all I am saying is we’ve waited 25 years to do this so what is waiting for a little while longer?”

The large biker was silent for a moment before he clutched the papers in his hand, tearing the documents in half and rendering them useless.

“Mrs.Loza-”

“Nonsense with that Mrs. Loza, you may still call me mom.”

“I’m sorry that I was unable to accept your dinner invitation sooner, leaving L.A and adjusting to the new hospital was something that was much harder than expected.”

“You do not need to apologize, as long as you two invite me to the wedding this time and don’t run off like before.”

“It’s just a vow renewal mom, not a wedding.” Hank insisted, his hand still tightly clutching Ruth’s in his own as he followed his mother into the kitchen.

“It’s a wedding, mijo.” His mother corrected, sending her son a stern look that told him to admit that she was right before she turned toward Ruth. “You must have a beautiful dress?”

“I actually haven’t bought a dress yet,” Ruth shared a look with Hank as they took their seats at the small dining table, earning a slight nod from the man before she continued, “I didn’t want to buy a dress too soon and not fit into it on the big day.”

“We’re trying to have a baby, mom.” Hank explained to his mother as he noted her look of confusion.

“Many years ago, I was reading a medical journal and came across the process of egg freezing. At the time I had been so focused on my career that I knew children were not a thing of the present so I did the procedure” Ruth explained, reached over the table to take Hank’s hand back into her own, “I’ve had a few appointments with an IVF specialist and he thinks that despite being 45, our chances of conceiving a baby with those frozen eggs are quite good.”

“We don’t want to give our hopes up yet so we have discussed other forms of having kids if this doesn’t work out.” Hank reassured his mother, watching as tears began to gather in her eyes.

“My babies are having a baby.” She was quick to jump from her seat, rushing around the table to pull both of the adults into a tight hug.

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I loved all your comments on the first two parts, I hope you liked this part as well!

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#hank loza #hank tranq loza #frankie loyal #mayans mc #mayans mc fic #mayans #mayans mc fluff

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lovebishoplosamiguelgalindos · 3 years

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Arms: Hank Loza and Reader

414 words of tooth rotting fluff , in my Hank feels right now

18+. domestic happy soft not at the club stuff and married life.

As the two of you laid on bed together cuddling on a rare lazy day for your boyfriend Hank you saw him lean up on one elbow and look at you .

“ So honey do you like this weighted blanket thing better than my arms ?”

You moved over and ran your fingers slowly down one of his biceps for a moment.

“ Hank I love your arms, this blanket just feels like an extra hug when you’re away on a run or when you’re busy and can’t come over at night. You’re my teddy bear even though I know you have to be tough and firm at the club.”

His lips kissed yours and then his fingers moved a strand of your hair gently off of the side of your face gently . You saw a softness in his brown eyes that was there when he looked at you in moments like this. Just the two of you together .

“ Do you want coffee daddy?”

“ Sure I could drink some.”

You smiled and pulled on his shirt that was blue and flannel. One of his older ones that he wore under his kutte only . Then you got out of bed and headed to your kitchen. He had gotten in early this morning from Yuma and you were letting him get a little more rest . You popped the coffee pod that he liked into your Keurig machine and then found his favorite mug before pressing the button to make his mug . You found chai tea for yourself and started it after Hanks drink was finished. Then you carried both mugs back to your room.

Hank took his mug from your hand with a smile.

Then you sat down on the bed to have your own drink.

“ So what’s the plan for the day querida?”

You patted his sweatpants covered leg and said “ I was thinking of making a pot of chili and putting on some Netflix. Then maybe inviting Creeper over for dinner. Since he dinged his shoulder up on the last run I just want to make sure he’s healing okay.”

“ My wife the chiropractor always keeping the club healthy .” He smiled.

“ Well since you all get regular adjustments then there are less colds going around the club making everybody cranky .”

“ Yeah that’s true , Bishop is not fun when he’s sick for sure.”

“ Well I’ll start some breakfast , pancakes with the usual ?”

You smiled. “ You spoil me Hank Loza .” You gently smacked his ass.

“ My pleasure baby girl.”

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#mayans mc #hank tranq loza #tooth rotting fluff #feels

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wisteriaandwafers · 3 years

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This months Mayans fic rec list was supposed to be for Bishop, Creeper, Hank and Gilly but I’ve been so busy I only have 8 in total, so tell/send me your favourite fics if you want, from all these characters so I can add them please and thank you...

#mayans imagine #mayans mc #mayans fanfic #mayans fluff #obispo losa #bishop fanfic #hank loza #tranq loza x reader #bishop losa x reader #creeper vargas #creeper x reader #gilly lopez #gilly fanfiction #gilly x reader #creeper imagine

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jennisdirtyimagines · 3 years

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Hey!

I would like to write something but I don't have any idea what. So, I'm asking if anyone has any ideas/requests, that you want me to write about? I write smut (kinky and "vanilla" stuffs), fluff, angst etc.

Who I write about (at the moment, if you want me to write someone else, ask and I let you know do I write about him):

Peaky Blinders

- Tommy Shelby

- John Shelby

- Arthur Shelby

- Alfie Solomons

- Luca Changretta

- Michael Gray

Game of thrones

- Tywin Lannister

- Sandor

Vampire diaries -

- Atm I don't have any inspiration about writing anyone from this

Mayans MC/ Sons of Anarchy

- Bishop Losa

- Hank Loza

- Miguel Galindo

- Nestor Oceteva

- Chibs Telford

- Happy Lowman

Chicago PD /Fire/ Med

- Hank Voight

Vikings

- Harald Finehair

- Halfdan the Black

- Björn Ironside

Outlander

- Ian Fraser Murray

- Dougal Mackenzie

- Jamie Fraser

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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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

Comment if you want to be tagged/removed or follow #a gentle kind of love.

"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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Lost Princessa 24

Let's make this clear - this chapter has a little bit of steam to the fluff so 18+ ONLY. BE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION!

Thank you @drabbles-mc, @iamthegraham, and @jemmakates for the support and help with this chapter.

Please do not translate, copy, or duplicate my work. You do not want to be me. Promise. I'm snowed in and it's in the negatives with the temperature tomorrow in the deep south.

Warnings: cursing, FLUFF, and at least semi-steamy bit at the end.

After a late lunch or early dinner for most of the familia of steak, baked potatoes, and grilled corn thanks to Coco and Creeper - Taza and Hank took Megan home to decompress. At the ranch, EZ and Angel were finishing up with moving the furniture back into Megan and Hank’s bedroom and bathroom after a deep clean.

“Hey! You’re back early! Give us about thirty minutes and we’ll be done with everything,” EZ said with a smile.

“Sure, Prospect. We’ll be in the kitchen,” Taza replied. “Come on, Chica. Let’s get a cup of tea for your nerves.” He led Megan into the kitchen with Hank bringing up the rear.

“Hey… Hank?” Angel called softly. Hank paused to see what his brother needed. “We didn’t put all the new clothes in bags away. Didn’t want to invade the Princessa’s privacy or make her uncomfortable. But from the looks of her, she’s not going to have the energy to do it tonight. Want us to do it or do you or Taza want to come give us a hand real quick?” Angel asked as quietly as he could.

Hank glanced through the kitchen doorway. Megan was sitting at the kitchen table with her head propped up on one fist while Taza heated water for tea at the stove. “‘Preciate it. Let me tell her where I’ll be and then I’ll come in and take care of the personal stuff. Thanks, Angel.”

“No problem.” Angel slipped back in to help EZ finish hanging the curtains and place all the new things they could for her. He didn’t know what had happened today, but it was obvious from the state of Megan that it wasn’t good.

Hank poked his head into the kitchen with a soft smile. “Hey, Princessa, I”m going to go make sure they put things where you wanted them, okay?”

Megan looked up surprised. “Oh! I didn’t even think of that. Do you need help?” She started to stand and head to the bedroom.

Hank caught her. “No, Princessa. You sit here and drink some tea and rest some more. Maybe make that promised call to Mama and check in before it gets too late? Tell her about your little design session with Letty. She’ll enjoy that.” He guided her back into the kitchen chair with an affectionate kiss on the forehead before scribbling Mama’s number on the kitchen notepad.

“Are you sure? I can come help…” Megan started.

Taza put a cup of peppermint tea in front of her with plenty of honey in it. “He’s sure, Chica. Relax a bit. Call Mama Loza. I’m going to go get changed and sit down with a book myself for a bit. If Hank needs extra hands, I’LL go help, okay? Rest, Sweetheart.” He chuckled and kissed her hair before following Hank out of the room.

Hank grinned at him. “Prospect and Angel were scared they’d invade her privacy by putting away her clothes, so I’m going to go help them,” he murmured.

“Good call. Don’t really want Angel near her underwear drawer, myself. I’ll sit out here and play lookout so she doesn’t sneak in to ‘help’.” Taza chuckled knowingly. They really wanted the room finished before Megan saw it.

Forty-five minutes later, Megan hung up her new cell phone from her chat with Mama feeling much lighter. Somehow, Hank’s mother soothed her anxiety about everything with her simple reassurance that Hank could handle anything. Megan felt much better and more refreshed. She had promised Mama that Hank would arrange a meet up in the next few days for them to have ‘girl time’ with Letty along for the ride. Megan wasn’t sure what security was going to look like after today, but knew that if all else failed Mama could come to the bar for lunch one day this week.

Megan rinsed her tea cup and put it in the dishwasher - making a mental note to run it later - before wandering out to the living room.

Taza looked up from his book and smiled at her from the recliner. He removed his reading glasses and put his book aside before patting the wide arm of the chair for her to come and join him. “Did you have a good chat, Chica?”

Megan smiled and went to perch on the chair arm next to him. “I did. Mama wants to have ‘girl time’ with me and Letty in the next few days. I may have just gotten LEtty adopted by her too. I told her that I’d see what we can do since I wasn’t sure how tight security would be until you guys find Brandon.”

“Good call. We aren’t entirely sure either to be honest. Bish will probably call Templo tomorrow to discuss it. We’ve also got our regular Vegas run on Tuesday. That’s going to take me and three others out of the equation for about 18 hours, give or take.”

Megan nodded and swallowed hard. “I’d forgotten you were going on the run…”

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart, but either I or Hank have to be there as club officers. Hank will still be here with you so that you can sleep and I’ll drive straight through to be back by Wednesday morning when you get up. Promise.” Taza squeezed the hand that was nearest him and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

Megan smiled weakly. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. If you need to stay over, please do. I don’t like the idea of you driving tired. Who’s going with you?”

“Riz and Creeper and maybe one of El Padrino’s men. It’s a drop and go run, so it shouldn’t take too long. Mr. Galindo is matching our number of guards, so it should be smooth sailing.”

Megan nodded and smiled. “At least Creeper will have to take a break from hovering over me if he’s with you. I swear, I thought he was going to cut my food for me today at lunch.”

Taza chuckled. “He was a bit much, but it’s only because he loves you, Chica. They all do.”

“I love them too. Even if they do treat me like a china doll most of the time.”

He patted her knee. “Tell you what - tomorrow afternoon I’ll see if we can get Bishop to give you a boxing lesson in the ring, huh? Maybe help with that.”

Megan brightened. “Really? I’ve always wanted to learn how to fight properly. I mean… I know how not to break my hand when I hit, but only by trial and error.”

“You already throw a mean hook, Princessa,” Hank said from the doorway. “Add your shooting to it and you’re probably more dangerous than some of the guys in the club.”

Megan giggled before realizing that Angel and EZ were standing behind Hank. “All done?”

EZ beamed and nodded. “All done.”

Angel smiled. Hank had filled the brothers in on what had happened as they worked, so he did what he does best and lightened the mood with jokes. “Si, Princessa. Your royal bedchamber awaits.” He bowed comically.

Megan swallowed a giggle and stood from her perch to curtsey cutely.

Hank chuckled and offered her his hand. “Close your eyes, Princessa. No peeking.”

Megan did as instructed and closed her eyes, taking Hank’s outstretched hands. Hank led her gently down the hallway to her bedroom door. He turned her to face the newly painted door and stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders. “Alright, Princessa. Remember, deep breaths. You’re allowed to have things.”

Megan nodded and smiled just a little.

“Good girl. Go on in.” Hank planted a gentle kiss on the back of her head and released her.

Megan opened her eyes and took a deep breath before opening the dark green door.

The walls were the soft cream color they’d chosen at the hardware store. The huge bay windows were open to let some of the paint smell out, but where there had been a blank wall in front of them, a new window seat rested with a Mayan green pad and cream and green pillows on it.

The green blackout curtains were hung on new wooden curtain rods that matched the stain of the bedroom suite and tied back to let the sunset shine into the room. Soft cream gauze curtains fluttered in the light breeze while keeping the evening bugs out.

Her clothes were all properly placed in the dresser and closet, and a few of the bigger seashells decorated the flat spaces in the room.

The biggest surprise was that the bookcase she had picked out had been assembled and placed for her near a green armchair with a fuzzy blanket thrown over the back. The shelves were half full already. Some of the books were by authors she had mentioned to EZ during short conversations at the bar. Others she didn’t recognize. She ran her fingers over them and glanced over her shoulder at EZ, who grinned.

“They’re favorite books of your new familia, Princessa. Most of us chose some,” EZ explained. “They’ve got notes from each person written inside.”

Megan gasped happily and reverently touched the spines again. “They’re perfect.”

EZ smiled and held the edges of his kutte proudly. It had been his idea after they had spoken of her love of books.

Megan peeked into the bathroom to see the room painted the light seafoam color with soft grey accents. Seashells decorated everything and there were a few candles on the counter that weren’t too girly along with her favorite products.

Back in her bedroom, she noticed two new silver picture frames on the wall too and went to examine them closer. One was one of the selfies she and Hank had taken on the boardwalk. In this one she was looking at the camera and Hank was gazing down at her with such love that she caught her breath. The other fram held a still from the video Hank had taken of Megan and Taza dancing in the kitchen. It was beautiful. They were both laughing and a little breathless.

“Hank mentioned that you enjoyed the family pictures at Mama Loza’s. We thought you could start your own memories,” Taza explained quietly.

“I love it. Thank you all so much!” Megan looked each man in the eye with a huge grin on her face and joyful tears in her eyes.

“Welcome home, Princessa,” Hank said with a smile.

Megan hugged Taza first and then moved on to EZ who looked shocked as hell at the affection. “You can’t tell me you weren’t the one who hunted down those books,” Megan muttered softly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Princessa.” EZ smiled brightly and stepped back.

Megan carefully approached Angel. “Still want your own hug?” she asked quietly.

“You know it!” Angel threw his arms wide comically and Megan hugged him around the waist. Angel sheepishly placed the tiniest kiss on her hair. “I’m sorry I was an ass.”

Megan pulled back and smiled up at him. “I’ll forgive you - this time. Don’t do it again.”

“Oh you KNOW I’m gonna fuck up again, but I promise to try not to scare you like that again, Shorty.” Angel shot her his version of the charming Reyes grin and shoved his fists in his pockets.

“Fair enough, Angel. Fair enough.” Megan turned her bright brown eyes to Hank who stood patiently waiting for her to finish thanking her Papa and his brothers. She never said a word, just launched herself at him knowing he’d catch her.

He laughed and caught her in a hug before spinning her gently. “Happy, mi princessa?”

“Very,” she assured him as he set her down and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her smile.

The Reyes brothers offered their goodbyes and headed out to find their own dinner - or other entertainment in Angel’s case. This left the little family home by themselves.

Taza smiled. “Alright, Chica! Time for a low key night at home. Get changed into something comfy - both of you. I’m going to light the fireplace in the living room. I think tonight calls for stories by the fire with tea and cocoa, hmm?”

Megan’s tired face lit up again. “Will you tell tribal stories? Please?”

“Anything you want, Sweetheart. Anything you want.”

Several hours later found Megan asleep on a couch with her head in her papa’s lap again. She’d changed into a flannel pajama set and let down her hair. She had actually started out sitting on the beautifully woven rug in front of Hank’s chair. He had offered to brush out her hair for her after helping to clean and apply ointment to her tattoo and she had jumped at the chance. She wanted to be able to see Taza’s face as he told the stories of their people.

When Taza noted her starting to nod off, he had suggested that he and Hank swap places so she could lay down. Instead, Megan had crawled up to lay on Taza’s lap again and listen to the stories. He’d smiled and petted her hair as he told an old, old story quietly and watched her fall asleep.

“You want me to put her to bed, Taza?” Hank asked after a while.

“Not yet,” Taza said with a tiny smile. “Let her stay like this for a bit. She’s nervous about me leaving her to go on the run.”

Hank nodded. “Understandably. She’s been abandoned a lot. And it’s doubly understandable now. This bastard worries me too, Taz. He’s not as stupid as I’d like him to be.”

“That’s the truth.” He stroked his daughter’s hair gently. “If her mother wasn’t already dead, I’d probably strangle the bitch myself. How could she think foster care was better for our child than growing up with me as a father? If she’s only sobered up long enough to tell me about her - I’d have kept Megan safe from these bastards that made her life such a misery.”

“The woman was sick, Taza. Nothing she did or said made sense from what Megan has told me,” Hank muttered. “You can’t change the past, Hermano. Only her future.”

“I never thought about kids, Hank. Didn’t think it was in the cards for me - especially at my age - but I’ll be damned if I let anything happen to my little girl now that I’ve got her.”

“She’s safe with us now. And she’ll be even safer once that cop bastard is dead.” Hank nodded.

“Think you can do without her for a bit tomorrow after Templo?”

“Yeah. Course. I’ve got a yard shift tomorrow too. Why?”

Taza grinned. “Her padrinos and I are taking her dress shopping.”

Hank chuckled. “You should take Letty too. Megan and her were talking dresses today and Letty had a sketch of what Megan’s dress might look like.”

“Really? Coco’s kid’s an artist?” Taza chuckled softly. “Who’d have thought. Yeah. I’ll text Coco later about it. I think the kid has officially moved in with him now. Might be good for Megan to have another girl there for support too.”

“Yeah - and Letty’s damn good actually. Had Megan all kinds of excited and talking about what she actually wanted.”

“Good. Good.” Taza smiled and watched Megan sleep peacefully - safe and warm in her papa’s lap.

The next morning Megan woke up snuggled into Hank’s side with no memory of having gotten there. Hank was still sleeping with his arm slung around her waist, so Megan rested against him and thought of how she was going to get through the day.

Bishop would most likely call Templo early so that the club could make plans. She’d probably be left with EZ as a babysitter in the bar, but the club had a lot to work out with teh Vegas run the next day.

Megan dreaded that run. Taza would be so far away for the first time since they’d met. She could only imagine what it would be like if Hank had to go too. Thank goodness Bishop had agreed to them not being gone at the same time. She wouldn’t deal well with one of them being gone, let alone both of them like they were used to doing.

She wiggled a bit against Hank’s side as her back itched. Even with the wrapping, she could tell it was time for more ointment on her tattoo. It itched a little.

Hank’s arm around her waist tightened a bit and his other hand came up to brush her hair from her face. “Shhh, Princessa. You’re safe, baby. I’ve got you,” he muttered softly before even opening his eyes.

“Had to do that a lot last night, huh?” Megan asked.

Hank smiled upon realizing she was awake. “A time or two, but not too bad. Sleep okay?”

“Mmmhmm. How’d I get in here? Last I remember I was listening to Taza telling the story of the thirteen moons. Then I woke up here.” Megan nuzzled against Hank’s bare chest and soaked up his warmth some more.

“When we got ready to call it a night, I brought you in and put you to bed. Didn’t have the heart to wake you.” He pulled her closer and buried his face in her hair with a small shiver of pleasure. “How’s your back? Any pain?”

“No, but it itches a little,” she said against his neck.

“Mm. Good itch or bad itch? And I know you know the difference, Princessa.” He ran his hands down her spine in a firm petting motion starting right below where her tattoo ended.

Megan moaned softly as he rubbed tension out of her back. “Uh… good itch. The kind that says it’s healing.”

Hank repeated the motion. He really liked that sound she made and wanted to hear it again. “Good girl. We’ll uncover it so you can shower in a minute.” He gently kneaded over her lower back as he found a particularly large spot of tension. “It shouldn’t need to be covered from here on out, but you’ll need to wear light weight clothes or tanks for a day or two. Nothing that rubs or constricts.”

Megan groaned again and nodded. “I remember.” She sighed as she realized that even a strapless bra would rub with the new linework Hank had done. “Remind me to make EZ do all the stocking for a day or two. They don’t need a show at the club house.”

Hank chuckled as he realized what she meant. “I’ve got some ‘derm at the shop we can cover it with for the first week if you’d rather. I just don’t like it because I feel like my own tattoos don’t heal as fast as when I use it. I don’t have to wear a bra though.” He grinned and watched her flush a bit.

“We’ll see. Letty may have already bought a wardrobe solution. I just haven’t checked yet.” She laughed.

“If she hasn’t, you can always get one today too.” Hank nudged her head up until she looked at him. When she did, he grinned rather wolfishly. “Though I’ll be perfectly happy if you’d rather now too. Just won’t let you out of my sight.”

Megan giggled and pressed a kiss to his jaw feeling the prickles of stubble against her lips. “We’ll see.” She pulled herself slightly higher against him and his far hand guided her leg over his torso. She settled when she was nearly nose to nose with the much larger man, and placed a gentle kiss to his lips.

Hank smiled and held her close with the arm around her waist before cupping her face with the other and stroking her cheekbone with his thumb. “I really want to kiss you properly right now, but I don’t want to push you, Princessa.” He smiled and nuzzled his nose against hers.

Megan reached up to cover his hand on her face with a small smile. “Hank… kiss me properly, please?”

Hank’s smile grew. “You sure?”

She nodded.

Hank leaned in and slowly kissed her letting her relax into him before he deepened the kiss as he pressed her body closer to his.

Megan moaned softly and slid her hand back into the hair at the back of his head, her nails gently running along his scalp and neck as she pressed herself against his hip.

Hank let out a soft groan of his own and smoothly flipped them so that she was under him. He kept his weight mostly off of her and on his forearm of the hand buried in her hair, but allowed himself to rest fully along the front of her body.

When he could sense that she needed to breathe, he placed gentle, wet kisses across her jaw and down her neck muttering praises in Spanish as her fingers pressed into his tattooed back. He nipped gently at the skin there over her pulse and smiled as she craned her neck to give him more access as she drew in a sharp breath and pressed her hips up into him.

Hank struggled with it, but managed to keep his free hand from wandering too much. He couldn’t resist the warm skin of her side and lower back under her pajama top though and gently stroked his rough hand across it.

Eventually he knew he needed to stop before he embarrassed himself and slowed and gentled his kisses. Once his body had calmed, he rolled them again until she was laying on his chest breathing a bit hard. “Sorry, Princessa. Almost lost myself there.” He kissed her one more time gently, before leaving soft kisses on her cheeks and forehead as he waited for her breathing to calm.

“I’m not complaining, babe. Believe me.” She gave him a dreamy smile.

He chuckled and couldn’t resist kissing her softly again. “I don’t want to push you, Baby. Besides, we need to get up so you can get a shower before breakfast and I can put some lotion on your tattoo.”

“Ugh. Fine. I guess we can’t stay in bed all day.” She pouted cutely and giggled when Hank responded by tickling her sides.

“No, we can’t. Get your cute ass up so I can unwrap that tattoo.”

#mayans mc imagine #mayans mc #lost princessa #che taza romero #mayans mc fanfic #taza x daughter!oc #hank loza #oc megan morales #oc megan #megan(oc) x hank

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Closeness

Hank Loza x F!Reader

Request by Anon: would like to request prompt "drawing circles on your lover's chest/listening to their heartbeat" from cuddling prompts list for Hank Loza (Prompts are from This List)

Warnings: all the fluff in the whole wide world

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Tumblr says that this request came in a month ago but I don’t remember seeing in my inbox at all. Hank deserves all the love so here we are! Also, the two fics aren’t actually related at all in terms of plot, but in my head this takes place in the same universe as Come Through. Fun fact! Haha. Hope you enjoy! xo

There was something about Hank’s house that was always calm, always peaceful. You knew that his life outside the walls of his house was usually anything but that, and yet somehow as soon as the door shut behind you, a sense of ease washed over you. No matter what you had been dealing with before you showed up, you felt all the stress and tension melting away when you got there.

His bike was in the driveway, so you knew that he was home. The house was silent, though. You quietly toed off your shoes before making your way deeper inside to look for him. Both the kitchen and the dining room were empty. Making your way down the fall towards his bedroom, you peeked in expecting to see him lying on the bed fast asleep. The bed was empty, though, and perfectly made. Your brows furrowed, making your way back towards the front of the house.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, and you were just about to call him, when you heard a very loud snore coming from the living room. Chuckling quietly to yourself, you padded over and looked over the back of the couch. Sure enough, Hank was sprawled out on the couch, nearly taking up the entire length of the thing. One arm was slung across his chest, the other dangling off the side. Smiling to yourself, you fought the urge to snap a picture of the sight in front of you.

Leaning against the back of the couch, you watched him for a few more minutes before reaching down and interlocking your hand with his own. You gave his hand a light squeeze, wondering if it would be enough to wake him up. You tried your hardest to stifle your laughter when he squeezed your hand back but still didn’t open his eyes. A giggle slipped out, though, and that’s what stirred him from his slumber.

Slowly prying his eyes open, you could see it all over his face as he registered one thing at a time. His grip on your hand tightened slightly, a smile beginning to stretch across his face as he looked up at you.

“Hey,” his voice was deep, gravelly with sleep.

You smiled, laughing quietly, “Hey, sleepy head.”

“When’d you get here?”

You shook your head as he slowly maneuvered himself into a sitting position, “Just a couple minutes ago. Completely walked by you at first—if you didn’t snore, I don’t think I would’ve found you for a while.”

He chuckled, taking his hand out of yours to rub the sleep from his eyes, “Didn’t mean to fall asleep out here. Just happened.”

“What?” you hoisted yourself over the back of the couch so you landed on the sofa right next to him, a joking lilt to your voice as you spoke, “You been busy or something?”

He let out a tired laugh, “Yea, or something.”

“Did you eat already?”

He nodded, “Yea, you?”

You nodded as well, “Yea. Grabbed a late dinner with the girls when we got out of work.”

“Late?” he patted his pockets in search of his phone, “How late is it?”

You laughed, “Past dinnertime, for sure. How long have you been passed out for?”

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he glanced at the time. Giving a slow shake of his head, he said, “Too long.”

“Hmm. Gonna be up for a while now?”

“Probably,” he stretched before running his hands back over his head.

“Wanna watch a movie?” you nodded towards the hall that led to his room, “Stay snuggled up in bed? It’s been a long week for both of us.”

His smile was impossibly soft as he nodded, “That sounds good.”

“Perfect,” you leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the lips before hopping back off the couch, “You’re in charge of picking the movie. I’ll make popcorn.”

He didn’t have to say anything in response as you got up and headed right over to the kitchen. It was heartwarming to see how easily you’d made yourself at home in his house. He always wondered if this was in the cards for him, was even starting to doubt the possibility of it, but then you came along. He watched as you reached up onto the shelf for the largest bowl you could find for the popcorn. He let himself linger for a moment before getting up and heading towards the bedroom, changing into a more comfortable pair of pants and foregoing his shirt completely before getting into bed to pick a movie.

It was only a couple minutes later when you appeared in the doorway, giant bowl of popcorn in your hands. Your smile was contagious as you made your way close to the bed. Handing off the bowl to Hank, you walked over to the dresser underneath the television. Stripping down out of the clothes you’d worn to work that day, you slipped into a pair of sleep shorts and grabbed an old, beat-up t-shirt of Hank’s to wear to bed.

Crawling onto the bed and getting underneath the covers next to him, it took you no time at all to cuddle right up next to him. You leaned against his side, soaking up the heat that was radiating off of his skin. the blanket was pulled up over his lap, bowl of popcorn resting where you could both easily reach it. You draped one arm over him as your head dropped against his chest. The movie played, and while you were half-paying attention to what was going on, on the screen, the other half of you was listening to the steady beat of his heart against your ear.

His arm slithered around your waist, pulling you closer to him, allowing you to toss one of your legs over one of his. He chuckled quietly at the comfort and closeness. Neither of you said anything as the movie continued to play.

The popcorn was long gone, the movie’s end credits beginning to roll, and you were still draped over Hank like a second blanket. Every now and then his hand would run up and down your back, leaving a wave of warmth in its wake.

Your eyes were shut, but you weren’t asleep yet. Still tuned into the sound of his heartbeat, your fingertips traced idly all across his chest. When your eyes had been open, you were tracing along the outlines of all his tattoos. The slightly ticklish sensation had caused him to flinch at first, but he quickly eased into it. There was something so gentle about the way your hands traveled across his skin, a type of softness that he was still learning to get used to.

“Hank?”

“Yea?” his voice was soft as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“We should do this all the time.”

He chuckled, giving you a light squeeze, “Whenever you want.”

You let out a hum of approval, “Good,” you paused, “Hank?”

“Yea?” he drummed his fingers against the small of your back.

“I had no idea that you could snore that loud.”

He laughed, shaking his head as he pulled you completely on top of him as he laid flat on his back on the mattress, “You should hear you snore.”

Your eyes opened wide, a look of shock on your face, “I do not snore!”

He laughed, shaking his head at you, “Sorry, sweetheart, but you do.”

“You never said anything!”

He lovingly tucked your head back against his chest, and you could hear the smile in his voice, “Was just waiting for you to say something first.”

Your laugh was soft as you shook your head, already melting back into him, “I don’t believe you.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the edge of your forehead, “Whatever you say.”

That was the last thing that the two of you said for a while. Your eyes drifted back shut, your fingers taking back up their travels along the planes of his chest. His hand slipped back underneath the fabric of the shirt you were wearing, his hand splaying flat against your back to keep you pressed against him. You listened intently as his heartbeat began to slow down and even out, yours following suit. It was only a few minutes later that you were the one who was fast sleep with your arm draped across his chest. A laugh rumbled deep in Hank’s chest when he heard you start to snore. Shaking his head, he kissed the top of your head before shutting the lights and television off, letting his eyes shut as he began to fall back to sleep as well.

#mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans fx #mayans mc imagine #hank loza #hank loza x reader #hank loza x you #tranq loza #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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superhoeva-archived · 2 years

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𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗼

➺ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 « the mayans and gabriella have a tense meeting with miguel galindo, and ezekiel finds himself with a newfound crush.

➺ 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: gabriella adéline carter, angel reyes, che “taza” romero, obispo “bishop” losa, neron “creeper” vargas, michael “riz” ariza, miguel galindo, ezekiel “ez” reyes, johnny “coco” cruz, hank “tranq” loza, gilberto “gilly” lopez, marcus álvarez (mentioned), luisa “adelita” espina

➺ 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 « here is chapter two! i hope you all are still interested in this story, because we sill have a long way to go! also, there is some spanish in this chapter, but i am by no means fluent, so feel free to correct me if you spot something that is wrong/confusing/etc! enjoy!<3 (gif credit: @angels-reyes)

➺ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) « language, mention of drugs, ezekiel fluff, some angst at the end, 18+/minors dni!

➺ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 « 2.9k

“𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝘆. 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗲.” - 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲, 𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Gabriella smiled through the pain as Angel asked the question for the hundredth time. She only nods, squeezing him tenderly on the arm as everyone walked back into the factory.

The bustling atmosphere was long gone, the workers having returned to their homes and families long before now. It was instead tense and quiet, the presence of a certain someone and two of his security members adding a layer of restlessness throughout the group.

Gabriella stood a little ways behind Taza, knowing that Bishop would want her towards the front of the group. She sent a worried glance back to a grunting Creeper and wincing Riz before turning to face front, doing everything in her power to keep her unwavering facade.

Miguel was quiet for the first few seconds as he looked through a book of different types of fabric, everyone else waiting on bated breath for him to speak.

“So, who was it?”

Gabriella knew him well enough to know that although his voice was as calm as ever, he was unquestionably pissed off.

“Don’t know,” Bishop begins carefully. “They were pros.”

Miguel nodded, seemingly accepting of the answer he received, eye still not moving from the worn book sitting in his lap.

“Well, at least we didn’t lose 2.4 million in product to a bunch of amateurs,” he says, finally raising his eyes. Gabriella didn’t miss how his gaze swiped across her for a fraction of a second before landing on Bishop.

“They ambushed us, sir,” Creeper announces, catching the attention of everyone in the room. His breathing was heavy, and Gabbi suspected that the pain of the gunshot was now settling in. “Came out of nowhere.”

Miguel looks at him only for a moment, before rising out of his seat. He steps slowly but with intention as he makes his way over to Creeper, visually irritated by what he felt was a sorry excuse.

“We change route, vehicle, time and day, every run is different. So,” Miguel pauses for emphasis “they came out of somewhere, and someone gave them the details.”

The Galindo Cartel leader looked each and every person in the eye as he spoke, holding his attention on Gabriella for a pinch longer than everyone else.

“No one in my club,” Bishop assures right away, but it wasn’t a strong enough affirmation for Miguel.

“Implying I’m the one foolish enough… to employ a traitor? Hmm.”

While no one said anything further, there wasn’t one person who cowered in shame. Everyone knew there was not one person in their vicinity that would give an outsider information on something about this. It was too important. Right?

“The guy holding Gilly was dark-skinned. Ink on his arm. It looked like, uh… tribal letters. B-T-T.”

Gabriella wanted to slap her hand over EZ’s mouth as he decided to speak, knowing that it would not end with the result he expected. However, she did no such thing, reluctantly allowing him to continue and dig a deeper hole for himself.

“He remembers shit,” Angel steps in. “Had guns at our heads. Who knows what the hell he saw?”

“The prospect,” Miguel calls out with a teasing smile, not expecting him to say anything at all, let alone a theory about what he thoughthe saw.

“B-T-T.” All eyes were on Gabriella now. “Base Town Tribe. Samoan gang out of San Bernadino. Didn’t someone them do time killing Haji?” She identifies from memory to help out EZ and Angel, turning to Coco for confirmation.

“Fallujah. Rival company and crazy as fuck,” he nods.

“Tribe moves a little weed and pussy but… jumping us for chiva makes no sense. They gotta be hired guns.” Taza adds, shaking his head.

“Yes,” Miguel begins. “But for whom?”

He was silent for another moment as he thought to himself, and Gabriella could see the wheels in his head turning quickly as he came up with the next move.

“Bring me the shot caller,” he announces, causing Taza’s eyebrows to furrow and Bishop to chuckle.

“We’re not your muscle,” he reminds Miguel, who was now preparing himself to leave. “Your mercs can track down the Samoans–”

“But your job was to protect my shipment. You failed to do that,” Miguel points out, moving back in front of Bishop. “Now the Chinese are out 12 keys.”

Bishop shakes his head at Miguel’s statement, telling him that, “Running protection for other buyers was never our deal. Told Alvarez we’d cover you ‘til you had the manpower north of the fence. The only fucking reason we’re doing it is to help you out.”

“No,” Miguel articulates, stepping up into the face of the shorter Santo Padre President. “The only fucking reason you’re doing it is because I pay you a lot of money. Now you and your club are responsible for the loss. That’s the way it works, El Presidente. Las reglas del negocio.”

(The rules of business.)

Everyone could feel the rising tension in the room as each of the men stared down the other. After a few moments, Miguel continues.

“So, if there is not a forthright Samoan in my church pew by end of day tomorrow, I’m afraid it will have to be one of these gentlemen in his place.” With that, Miguel strolls out of the room, eye connecting with Gabriella one last time before his men follow him out to their vehicles.

Bishop waits for Miguel to leave the room before he also begins to move towards the exit, surprising EZ by abruptly turning around in front of him. Only he was stunned by the sucker punch that was gifted by Obispo, everyone knowing that if you were a prospect, the best thing to do was keep your mouth shut unless someone told you differently.

Ezekiel grunts as he falls to the ground, pain now radiating through the side of his face.

“You don’t speak unless we tell you to,” Bishop orders the younger man. “I don’t give a shit what you remember.”

Bishop then turns to the older Reyes brother, warning him to “Educate your prospect,” before he and Hank walk out.

Taza looks down at EZ before instructing Angel to take Creeper to the dock. “And hurry back. El Padrino’s on his way.”

Angel nods as most of the men file out, Gilly, Coco, and Gabriella staying behind to help Creeper. Helping his brother up, Angel gives him a quick pat on the back as compensation for being punched.

“Padrino. Godfather,” Ezekiel identifies as they both move to follow the rest of the group.

“Alvarez,” Angel clarifies, eyes falling on the woman a few feet ahead, who just happened to be his actual goddaughter. Angel assumed that Gabbi hadn’t told Ezekiel this information yet, as this was something she didn’t take pleasure in shouting out to the entire world. Nonetheless, he stayed quiet, knowing his brother was smart enough to figure it out eventually.

After a short but sore journey through the tunnel, Creeper is finally sitting on the examination table, ready to be looked at by the doctor.

“Los dos hombros. Uno dislocado y otro disparado.”

(Both his shoulders. One dislocated and another shot.)

“Va a ser un tiempo,” the doctor informs everyone. “Está en un músculo.”

(It’s gonna be a while. It’s in his muscle.)

“What is he saying? Tell him I’m an LA Mexican,” Creeper groans out as the doctor presses on his bullet wound.

“No comprende,” Ezekiel tells the doctor for his friend.

(He doesn’t understand.)

“Make sure he knows what the hell he’s doing,” Creep explains, letting out a yelp as his shoulder is continuously prodded at.

“También quiere cambio de sexo, doctor,” Angel jokes, knowing that Creeper wouldn’t be able to say anything in his defense. Everyone laughs heartily as Creeper looks around in confusion.

(He also wants a sex change, doctor.)

“Sí, él lo quiere… muy apretado,” Gilly adds, and even the doctor is laughing now. Gabriella couldn’t do anything but shake her head, already used to their humor. She’d experienced it for several years, some of it even rubbing off on her every now and then.

(Yes, he wants it… very tight.)

“And the labios… muy bonitos…suaves. Como mi madres,” Coco builds on the joke but earns a scrunched face of subtle disgust from Gabriella, who now found the entire thing more gross than anything.

(And the lips… very pretty… soft. Like my mother’s.)

“Always gotta make it weird, don’t you,” Angel tells Coco, who was all smiles. A phone notification interrupts the running joke, but Creeper was still trying to decipher what was being said around him.

“What? What are you guys talking about?” He wonders, looking towards Gabriella, knowing she would be the only one that would help him. She just shakes her head with a reassuring smile, informing him that it wasn’t important. “What’s weird?”

As Creeper continues to ask questions, Gilly sends the rest of the men and Gabriella a look, signally that the message he received involved all of them.

“Why are they laughing? What?”

Gabriella shakes her head again, placing a kiss on Creeper’s cheek before exiting the room behind Angel and Gilly, EZ, and Coco following after her.

“When are you guys coming back?”

Gabriella yells out a quick response, telling Creep that someone would be back for him soon and not to worry.

Filling out of the building one by one, they are met with bright sunlight and the noise of a busy street not too far away. EZ is unsure of where they are going but doesn’t ask as it seems like they are in a hurry. Ignoring the many pairs of eyes that their tattoos and kuttes attracted, they maneuvered their way through a congested road and packed sidewalk.

As they finally come upon a tourist bar called Diana, Ezekiel is stopped by his brother before he can make it inside. Gabriella is also standing to the side of them, Angel telling her to, “Watch him,” while motioning to his brother before retreating inside.

Ezekiel watches with an unreadable expression as his brother leaves Gabriella and himself outside, and she smiles at the huff of air he lets out. “Don’t worry,” she tells him. “They won’t be long.”

EZ nods, turning to look out into the street as a question popped into his head.

“You know what they’re doing in there?”

“Yep.” Gabriella’s answer was polite but short, informing EZ that she wasn’t going to expand any further on the matter, so he decided to drop it. They stand in comfortable silence, observing the lively nature of all of the people around them.

A woman walking with a group of children catches both of their attention, but for different reasons. One of the children that happen to be with the woman suddenly takes off towards an unknowing vendor, snatching up an ear of fresh Elote from his cart. He runs for dear life as the vendor calls out for him angrily, chasing after the boy.

While Ezekiel goes over to help the boy, Gabriella can’t help how her eyes trailed towards the woman. It took a few seconds, but the brunette woman looked right back at her, both of their faces stoic, as they didn’t want to give not one thing away.

Anyone could be watching.

Gabriella turns her attention to EZ, who was busy paying off the fuming vendor. He helps the child, the woman giving Gabriella one last look before hurrying over to them and placing a hand on the child’s back so he could rejoin the group. Gabbi can only assume that she was thanking him for helping, EZ soon watching the woman walk off as she traveled away from him and across the street.

His eyebrows pinch together once he realizes that she is walking towards the same place that Angel and the rest of the guys were currently in. Gabriella and the woman decide it is best to not make eye contact again as their paths cross, knowing that any type of communication in public was too dangerous.

It was only seconds before Ezekiel was at Gabriella’s side again, and the first thing he noticed was the small smile that was gracing her face as he rejoined her.

“What?” He asks her, and while she shakes her head, the smile only widens.

“Nothing. You’re just a good guy, Ezekiel.”

His face warms at the unexpected compliment, thankful that she wasn’t looking at him as he flushes lightly. A matching smile crosses over EZ’s face as he mutters a somewhat embarrassed thank you.

He didn’t know why the compliment made him so bashful.

It was like he was fifteen all over again––all cotton-mouthed and red-faced after the pretty girl in his science class asked if he would be her partner. (To this day, he was still unsure if she just wanted to be partners because the feeling was mutual or because he was so smart, but EZ liked to think that it was the former reason rather than the latter.) He wanted to say something in return, but there were too many things he had to choose from. So instead of embarrassing himself any further, he decided to stay silent, keeping the verbal admirations to himself.

As the two stood in silence once again, Ezekiel let his eyes wander over to the much shorter woman next to him.

He hadn’t gotten the chance to notice how pretty her shoulder-length curls shined in the sunlight until now with each of them usually working in different parts of the scrapyard, but he still enjoyed it. He tried to pry his eyes away once he realized they’d been lingering for too long, but it was like they had a mind of their own as they decided to also gaze over the curve of her nose and full lips.

“You okay?”

So much for not embarrassing himself any further…

Ezekiel is startled out of his trance as Gabriella turns to him, and he kicks himself for staring long enough for her to notice.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he tells her, clearing his throat. If Gabriella noticed how fiery his blush had become, she didn’t say anything about it.

Ezekiel didn’t have any time to be grateful for that, however, as his brother, Coco, and Gilly exited the bar.

“Did you behave?” Angel teasingly asks his brother, causing him to roll his eyes in annoyance. Gabriella couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of her throat as she laughed with Coco and Gilly, sending EZ an apologetic smile when the others weren’t looking.

EZ returns it, happy that he wasn’t completely alone when it came to the teasing this time.

“Ready to go home, boy scout?” Angel asks, easily swinging one arm around Gabriella’s shoulders and placing a hand on the back of his brother’s neck. EZ nods, just now realizing how much he is looking forward to returning home so he could finally ice his jaw.

By the time Gabriella pulled her truck into her driveway, it was nightfall.

The rumbling sound of the engine ceased as she pulled the key out of the ignition, leaving the nocturnal sounds of the neighborhood to fill in the silence. Her hand grazes the car door handle only for a second, before stopping and dropping down in her lap. Head falling against the headrest, a tired sigh leaves her lips.

She admits that she should have stayed at the clubhouse with everyone, joining them in letting the long day roll off with a few beers. It would have succeeded in taking her mind off of… well, everything. Instead of drowning in her own thoughts, she could be beating Angel at pool, or helping Ezekiel behind the bar, or listening to one of Coco’s outrageous stories.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she was parked in the driveway of a currently empty home that she didn’t even like staying in; it reminded her too much of who and what she’d lost.

‘Maybe I could get a dog,’ she thought. Surely that would make it less lonely, right? Someone to come home to. Someone to meet her when she opened the door. Someone to trick her into thinking she wasn’t alone. Even if it was just for a little bit––a few minutes was all she needed. A few minutes of bliss, distracting her from all of the losses that left her by herself.

Gabriella sighs once more, finally gaining the courage to open the door and will herself into the house. Her purse was carelessly thrown over her shoulder, mirroring her discontent for when the sun went down as she walked to her porch. Once the front door was unlocked, the sight of a pitch-black living room had her almost running towards the light switch.

Setting her purse on the couch, she makes her way straight to the bedroom. The mattress squeaks under her slightly as she sits on the edge of her bed, exhaustion overwhelming her as soon as she stills.

Before Gabriella knew it, her body was collapsing backward, gently falling against the cotton sheets that decorated the bed. She knew she was going to regret letting her eyes close, but getting up to take part in her nightly routine was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment.

Her head was rather filled with what she believed to be unattainable visions. Dreamlike images of his fingers dancing up and down her back as they laid on this very bed together. Her head buried in his neck as the exhaustion from the day’s events lulling them to sleep. But, as she assumed before––this was unattainable. He was unattainable.

Gabriella’s eyes snap open, quickly shooing away the ghost of her loneliness that just happened to take the shape of Angel Reyes. His fingers that previously danced along her were long gone. Her head was rudely snatched out of his neck and thoughtlessly hurled back into reality.

‘Yeah, I should probably get a dog.’

#mayans mc #ezekiel reyes imagine #angel reyes imagine #miguel galindo imagine #ezekiel reyes #angel reyes #miguel galindo

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michaelirby · 2 years

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A Proposition

Pairing: Hank Loza x f!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k (whoops)

Summary: Angel, Coco, and EZ have managed to convince Hank to do the one thing he thought he'd never resort to, online dating. With the help of his three (idiotic) brothers, his tinder account is up and running. Though he expects nothing to come of it, he's open to it, especially when he comes across your profile.

Warnings: age gap (hank is in his early 40's and reader is 27), absolute fluff, Hank is a lil anxious pls give him a hug, the boys are as stupid in this as they are canonically, angst if you turn your head and squint

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a/n: this was a request from forever and a day ago that I FINALLY found inspiration to write!

“Drop it.”

His voice is gruff, annoyed at Angel for his teasing and at himself for opening up. And, of course, annoyed at the actual situation. See, Hank hasn’t dated in a while, and is fine with it. Does that mean he doesn’t want to settle down and have a woman to love and be loved by? Absolutely not. He wants those things with a passion, but he’s not going to rush it, or force it. Everything will happen when it’s meant to happen.

Angel doesn’t think so. He, Coco, and even Ez had found out about his, as they call it, ‘unfortunate situation’, and their teasing is relentless, albeit not harmful. They’re joking, only poking fun just enough to irk him but not actually hurt him. Quickly it turns into suggesting different women that they know, friends of friends, even a few hang arounds. Hank shuts them down with every suggestion, wary of anyone that chooses to hang around those (affectionately titled) morons.

As more drinks are passed around, the teasing and suggesting turned into online dating. Specifically, dating apps. Even more specifically, Tinder. And Hank immediately dismisses that idea, he knows what that app is for and he’s not really in the mood for mindless hook-up’s right now. He wants something steady, of which he tells the boys. More teasing ensues.

Eventually, after a shot or two, Coco had stolen Hank’s phone and navigated through it to the app store while Ez attempted to distract Hank long enough for Coco to download and install the god forsaken app. It doesn’t really work, because as soon as it’s downloaded, Angel is peering over Coco’s shoulders to instruct him on what Hank’s bio should say, what pictures he should choose, even the age range of potential matches.

They end up in a bit of a tousle, both of them insisting they know best. With this distraction, Hank is able to snatch his phone from Coco’s hands and look through the account they created for him. And, to give them credit, it’s not terrible. The three pictures they’d chosen showed his face (thankfully at a good angle), one full body photo, and one with friends (“to show people you’re sociable”). The information they’d given was damn near accurate, and the bio wasn’t the worst, though he knows he’s probably going to change it if he even decides to keep the account.

I work at a scrap yard and am part of an MC. If you’re lucky, I’ll take you for a ride on my harley

Not into hookups, I’m looking for a woman I could see a future with

420 friendly

And, well, he can’t really argue with it, it’s all true. It still feels weird to be doing this, to be on tinder of all things. But he decides to leave it be for now, moving his attention back to the brawl Angel and Coco are tied up in as they continue to shout about their superior dating advice.

Another round of beers comes and goes when Hank drunkenly decides to open the app and see what all the fuss is about. The tutorial they give you is pretty straight forward, and soon he’s navigating it pretty easily. He’s taking careful consideration (as careful as he can be while drunk) as to who he swipes right on, and after ten minutes it’s only come to a handful of women he thought were pretty nice. Then, a young woman’s profile pops up, the first picture is of her sitting at a picnic table, hands folded and elbows resting on the tabletop, a bright smile adorning her face with eyes that seem to pull Hank in.

The second is of her and what he assumes are her friends, huddled up against a graffitied wall and arms wrapped around each other. As he swipes through all seven photos, he seems to find more things that call to him. Scrolling down, his eyes are immediately drawn to the first sentence of her bio.

Looking for something real

That only entices him further. Truthfully, Hank really wants to swipe right, wants to ‘match’ or whatever it’s called, wants to talk to her. The only thing that’s keeping him from doing so is her age. Twenty-seven. Now, that’s not off-putting, not in the slightest, he’s just well aware that a beautiful lady like her wouldn’t be interested in a guy like him. But then again, since it won’t matter, he might as well swipe right. Right? There’s no harm in that.

Except, when he does swipe right, the screen congratulates him on his first match, and it happens to be with probably the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. He’s not freaking out, of course not. He’s a grown man, can handle a beautiful woman wanting to get to know him.

But he must have reacted a certain way because Ez’s hand waves in front of his face, breaking his staring contest with his phone screen.

“What?”

“Everything alright dude? You’re lookin’ weird,'' Ez makes a face, presumably recreating his own. Then, Angel butts in, gaze going back and forth between Hank’s face and the phone before breaking out into a wide grin.

“You matched with someone, eh?” He sounds, dare he say it, excited. Like a big brother congratulating him on his first girlfriend.

Hank sputters momentarily, caught a little off guard, but quickly gets his thoughts together.

“It’s none of your business,” He snaps, moving to cradle the phone to his chest, but Coco is faster.

Coco lunges across the sofa and snatches the phone from Hank’s grasp, eyes landing on the woman’s profile, and seeing that she matched with him. Coco’s eyes light up like a kid in a candy store, declaring that Hank needs to text this woman immediately, all the while already typing away.

Once again, Hank reaches over and snatches his phone away, glaring at the younger man before turning back to his phone. And, oh no. Oh god no. Coco, as Hank, had sent “How ya doin pretty lady?”

A loud, deep groan rumbles in Hank’s chest, thoughts of unmatching just so he doesn’t have to see how she’d respond to that message. After a minute of thought, he decides that, no, he’s not going to do anything about it. More than likely, the woman just wouldn’t respond, probably creeped out. So, Hank leaves it be, turns his phone off and shoves it in the pocket in his kutte.

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Loud, boisterous giggles float through the air, the sound of multiple women cracking jokes and sharing disturbingly personal stories leaves each woman nearly in tears. One woman, you, gets distracted by a buzz. Looking to your left, you see it’s your phone. Your first instinct is to ignore it, you’re with your girls, you’re not supposed to get sucked into the world of technology.

Something in you tells you to look, and with most of the girls engrossed in Maria’s retelling of her first time, you sneak your phone into your lap and turn it on, immediately greeted by a notification that you have a new match on tinder, and a new message, presumably from that match.

Glancing up around the room, you make sure no one is looking as you unlock the phone and are greeted by the app. You’re quick to navigate through it to your messages, seeing that a man named Hank had matched with you. And you remember him, very clearly. Despite being somewhat tipsy, you could never forget his commanding stature, or his tattoos.

A small smile forms on your face. Quickly reading the message ‘How ya doin pretty lady?’, you have to suppress a giggle. You probably wouldn’t find it as funny if you were sober, but you’re not. You’re close to wasted, and that only amplifies the giddiness.

“Hey!” Someone, Maria, shouts, causing your head to shoot up and look directly into her accusatory glare. The other ladies are looking at you too, some with faux disappointment and some with humor.

“W-what?” You stutter out, immediately shutting off your phone and curling up on the couch, legs pulled up to your chest and phone hidden between your legs and stomach.

“What do you mean ‘what’? This is girl’s night! We’re not supposed to be texting any boys!” She seems exasperated, but you know, deep down, she’s not that mad about it. You are single, after all, and have been for a while. The girls have been setting you up on blind dates for about a year now, desperately trying to find a good man for you to settle down with.

“He’s not a boy!” You say indignantly, before quickly realizing your mistake of affirming her accusations.

“Well who is it then?” Angelita butts in, crossing her arms.

“Um…” You’re not sure how to respond. Of course they know you have a tinder account, they even help you decide on which men to swipe right or left on. And they also know you swiped right on Hank, it caused a huge round of the girl’s giggling at you for going after an older man.

“Is it Jon?” Maria asks, almost disgusted. She wasn’t really a fan of his profile, he just came across weird to her. But in the end, she doesn’t dictate who you like.

Quickly shaking your head, you glance back down at your phone before deciding to bite the bullet and just tell them.

“It’s Hank.”

Immediately, laughter and cheers fill the small room, all are excited for you. Maybe they could tell you seemed really interested in him, or maybe it was because this is the first guy that’s messaged you in a while, you don’t really care. They seem happy for you, so you can’t really be too mad at their harmless teasing.

“What did he say?” Angelita squeals, quickly moving to plop herself down on your right while Maria takes your left, both staring at you intently.

Sighing, you regretfully open your phone and hold it so both can read the message.

“‘How ya doin pretty lady?’” Maria says, the other ladies in the room ‘ooh-ing’. “So he thinks you're pretty!”

“Of course he does, she’s hot!” Angelita says, rather loudly. The other women offer their agreement enthusiastically.

“What are you going to say?” Another friend, Breanna, pipes up, clearly hopeful for you.

And you’re now floundering like a fish out of water, completely floored at the change of events. Truthfully, you’re not even sure what to say, you’re not too sure of anything really. The wine has definitely gotten to you and, unfortunately for everyone else, that means your inhibitions are lowered.

“I’m just going to say ‘hi’, it doesn’t have to be a big thing,” You say, already knowing tonight will probably end with you embarrassing yourself.

Ignoring the whispers from the other girl’s, you turn your phone back on and, before you can talk yourself out of it, send ‘I’m doing pretty good, thanks! How are you, handsome?’

Maria squeals next to you, informing the other girl’s of what you said to him. Eventually, though, everything settles and more bottles of wine are opened, causing even more chaos. Some of your friends are chatting about their awful coworkers, some are talking about new shows they’re watching, and a few have decided to make (arguably bad) tiktok’s.

You, though, are almost completely engrossed in your phone. Of course, you’re paying attention to your friends, but your mind is definitely elsewhere. Hank had messaged you nearly ten minutes after you sent yours, and you’d been talking ever since. Standard ‘how are you’ and ‘what’s it like being in an mc?’ topics slowly turn deeper, jokes and short stories of childhood shenanigans that make you want to giggle uncontrollably.

Eventually, maybe two or three hours later, you’re ready to call it a night, to completely pass out and sleep for two days. Slowly, the girls begin to leave, and you’re soon alone in your house. And even sooner, you’ve cleaned as much as your willpower allows and collapsed onto your bed, ready to fall asleep. A ding from your phone pulls you awake, and once again you want to ignore it, but you can’t. And you’re glad you didn’t because you see a message from Hank.

“I think I’m going to head to bed, it’s been a long day.”

Smiling to yourself, you quickly type your agreement.

“Me too.”

And in a rush, you add; “I really like talking to you, I’ll text you tomorrow if that’s okay?” The faintest hint of anxiety starts to grow in your stomach, almost worried that he’ll decline the offer because he’s decided he doesn’t actually want to talk to you again. Mere minutes later, you’re greeted with another message.

“I’d love that.”

Smiling brightly, you let out an involuntary squeal, letting yourself relish the feeling of someone, a stranger, wanting to talk to you again. You’d like to think you’re personable, but insecurities can be a bitch, which is why you tend to see the worst in a situation. Maybe the wine helped with that tonight, you’re kind of glad.

____________

‘I really like talking to you, I’ll text you tomorrow if that’s okay?’

Hank’s heart is beating in his chest loudly, rattling his ribcage. This kind, funny, beautiful woman wants to get to know him? That thought sends him damn near spiraling. He chalks it up to not having dated in a while, nothing more. He refuses to acknowledge that he can feel that he’s already catching feelings for you, a woman he met on tinder of all things.

Instead, he decides to sleep it off and see if you really do text him tomorrow.

God he hopes.

And sure enough, the next morning rolls around. Around eight in the morning he receives a notification from you. Hank’s just gotten out of Templo at nearly ten-thirty, has just picked up his phone, and he’s already unlocked it to see what you sent.

‘Good morning, handsome! Hope you slept well last night :)’ accompanied by a picture of a cat, presumably the one you were declaring your undying love for last night while you were nearly blacked out.

Involuntarily, a small tug pulls at the corner of his lip, but he has to fight it so as to not alert any of his brothers. Dear God, I would never hear the end of it, he thinks as he walks towards the couches on one end of the clubhouse. When he sits down, he turns his attention back to his phone and thinks for a split second about what he should say before he gets another message.

‘Sorry if the picture was unwanted, I just thought I’d show you how cute my cat is’

Hank lets out a small huff to mask the want to laugh. Shaking his head in amusement, his fingers start flying over his screen.

‘Good morning indeed, she certainly is very cute. I slept very well actually, hope you did the same :)’

Within minutes, he receives another ping from his phone.

‘Oh good! I slept as good as can be for being drunk and having to wake up at seven this morning aha’

Hank feels himself frowning minutely, always concerned for anyone not taking care of themselves, despite doing the same sometimes (most of the time). But, he doesn’t want to come on too strong, so he pushes it down. He texts back his condolences, and then you both are on to a lighter topic.

And that’s how your days go. Messaging sporadically throughout the day and well into the night, even after you both have left your respective jobs and have settled into bed. It’s nice, Hank has to admit, to have someone outside of the MC to befriend. While he loves his brother’s unwaveringly, his life can be overwhelming to even him sometimes.

So, that’s how you both continue for the next few days, having swapped phone numbers and now messaging through text. You’ll talk and share jokes and throw flirty comments that don’t necessarily go anywhere, but definitely adds to the building tension.

But it’s not until nearly two weeks later that you decide to meet up, to have a date. Hank was the one to suggest it. Partly because he really wanted to meet the woman who has so easily captivated himself, but partly to see if he could really find romance through an app most deem only suitable for finding one-night stands.

____________

“Ugh!” You exclaim, throwing down the third dress onto the bed in frustration. That was your fifth outfit of choice, yet it still didn’t seem to be good enough for tonight. Because tonight is your date with Hank.

You both decided on a quaint little bistro on the edge of town, something not too over the top - lord knows neither of you are those types of people - but not too lowkey so as to not give the impression that Hank doesn’t want to woo you.

When he’d told you this, you nearly swooned, nearly clutched your chest to stop your heart from beating so rapidly. You’d kept your cool, of course, you didn’t want to scare off the first good thing that’s happened to you in months. But, all of that might come crashing down tonight.

“I can’t find anything to wear!”

Behind you, you hear both Maria and Angelita scoff, causing you to turn and glare at them.

“You’re already hot! Whatever you wear will knock him off of his feet,” Maria declares, reaching forward from where she’s sitting on the bed and grabbing the dark green dress. “Wear this.”

“Oh!” Angelita gets up and runs to your closet, appearing a few moments later with black flats and a thin gold belt. “Wear these too!”

And then you’re being pulled in all directions, forced to undress and then helped into the previously chosen items. Only a few minutes later, you’re being pushed in front of the mirror so you can finally see what your friends deemed ‘date worthy’. After a minute or so of twisting and twirling, you decide that it’s good enough, that Maria is right and you are hot.

“Fine, fine. This’ll work for today,” You concede, turning back to your bed and grabbing your purse and phone. “Now, I’m going to go before you two get any more ideas on what jewelry to weigh me down with.”

The girls laugh and walk you out, heading to their cars as you head to yours.

“Have fun!” Maria calls, sitting in her car with a cheek splitting grin.

“Go get you a man!” Angelita yells, already pulling out of your driveway.

And with a roll of your eyes, you get in your car as well, settling your nerves before backing out of your garage and heading to the bistro.

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Hank’s leg has been bouncing for the last five minutes, he’s leaning forward with his arms resting on the table, nearly buzzing with anticipation and anxiety. Logically, there’s no need to be anxious, he’s a grown man for god’s sake. Even if you turn out to be different in person than through text, he knows how to let people down calmly. He doesn’t think he’ll have to do that tonight, though.

But he can’t help it, he’s nervous. Call it ‘first date jitters’ or whatever, but he’s come to realize just how badly he wants to settle down. Speaking with you has been wonderful, and while it’s not yet guaranteed that he’ll settle down with you, this did reinvigorate his thoughts of love, of children, of a home filled with happiness.

And so, today, he’s decided to try and go for it, to try to open up to someone and let someone in. And despite you both having only been talking for two weeks, something in his gut tells him that you could be good for him, good to him. And that’s what’s got him so on edge, feeling like he could potentially meet the woman that’s made for him. Perhaps he knew it even earlier than today, he just wasn’t ready to accept that he’s caught such strong feelings without having ever met the person.

But again, he’s going to try tonight, to listen to Angel - within reason - and actually look for the love he deserves.

A small ‘ding’ sounds through the almost empty bistro, and Hank lifts his head to find one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen, you. And luckily, you do appear to be who you claimed to be. And as you walk towards him, a soft smile on your face and a clearly flushed face, Hank can’t help but reciprocate the smile, heart already settling at finally being able to see you.

“Hank?”

And your voice, oh so beautiful and soft, stirs up something in his chest that he could only describe as infatuation.

Yeah, Angel might have been right. Maybe this will be good for him.

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