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lilacyennefer · 3 years

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A Future with You Part II

A/N: Had to write some fluffy dad Angel after this week’s episode which broke my heart. That’s it.

WARNING: none, just dad!Angel being the cutest

Part 1

“Angel, are you sure it’s going to be fine?” You ask your boyfriend, worried.

It’s been months since Angel and Luke met, and ever since then the two of them were inseparable, but you were always worried to leave Luke with anyone.

But now, kindergarten was closed, and you had to go to work, but you couldn’t take Luke with you.

That’s when Angel offered he would take care of him, he said it would be dumb to pay for someone to do it, when he can do it for free.

You trusted Angel, but you were always nervous to leave Luke with anyone, and Angel wasn’t an exception.

“Yeah! He can meet with Pops, and the rest of the club.”

The next day you dropped off Luke at the clubhouse, Angel was already waiting for him to arrive.

“Angel!!” Luke particularly jumped out of the car to run to the biker, who was waiting for him with open arms, hugging, and lifting Luke up when the child reached him.

“We are going to have so much fun today! Just us, boys.” You could hear the excitement in Angel’s voice.

“Can I ride your bike?” Luke asks excitedly, a question he asks at least twice a day.

“Absolutely not.” You say before Angel could reply.

“When mami can’t see it.” Angel whispers loud enough for you to heart it, watching your reaction, and sending a wink to your way.

You shake your head “It’s not funny.”

“Mi dulce, it’s going to be fine! Worst case scenario, I’ll call you for some help.”

“Alright.” You sigh, handing Luke’s backpack to Angel “Everything that he needs is in the backpack.”

“I love you.” Angel hugs you closer with his left arm, while holding Luke in his right.

“I love you too.” You smile up at him, then look at Luke, playfully pinching his cheeks “and I love you, my precious little boy.”

“I love you too, mami!” He replies, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“Well, since we are the early birds,” Angel starts after you said goodbye, and drove away. “Would you like to meet with my Pops?”

Angel could sense the nervousness in his own voice, wondering if the toddler could hear it too.

“Your Pops?” Luke asks curiously.

“My father.” Angel nods. “Then we can come back, and you can meet with my brothers.”

The toddler agreed to Angel’s plans, he excitedly walked to the Reyes Carnicería, holding the biker’s hand in his tiny one.

“Hey, Pops!” Angel greets the oldest Reyes loudly as he steps into the shop, making Felipe turn around to see his oldest son standing there, with a child that’s not his. Or at least he never saw the boy, so Felipe suspected it’s not Angel’s child.

“Where did you get that child?” Felipe asked his oldest son.

“This is Luke.” Angel answers as he picks up the little boy “My girlfriend’s son. I wanted you to meet with him.”

Felipe was surprised at both the fact that Angel had a girlfriend, sure, he knew that his sons were popular with girls, but Angel hadn't brought home a girl to him ever since he was a teenager. He was also surprised at the fact that he would date someone who has a child, and he’d take responsibility for them.

The oldest Reyes man walked out from behind his counter to introduce himself properly to the small boy.

“I’m Felipe.” He reached his hand out for him, the toddler immediately took his hand to gently shake it.

“I’m Luke!”

“I hope my son takes good care of you.” Felipe notes.

Even though Luke was only 4 years old, he could feel the air shift between the older men, making him wrap his arms protectively around Angel’s neck.

“He does!” He states confidently, protecting Angel without actually really knowing.

Angel felt extremely grateful for the little boy, who loved him unconditionally, looked up at him, and admired him, he looked at Angel like someone who’s worthy of love, of believing in, and he’s not someone who constantly fucks things up.

Yes, Angel Reyes was a good father, because Angel looked at himself as Luke’s father, although he never called him a dad. But he was proud of being a good father.

Felipe nods at the toddler’s statement, but Angel still hasn't said anything, as Felipe’s words stung him.

“I just wanted you to meet with Luke.” Angel says, ready to leave the shop, and forget his father’s reaction.

“You could bring your girl and the little boy to dinner once.” Felipe says as he walks back to behind his counter.

“Will do.” Angel nodded, then they said goodbye.

They walked on the streets of Santo Padre, hand in hand, since Luke loved to hold people’s hands, it made him feel secure, when Angel felt the little boy tug his arm, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“You know I love you, right?” Luke looked up at the biker, and Angel could feel his heart fill with love, and his insecure thoughts that his father’s words caused in him, to go away.

“I love you too, little one.” Angel replied, making the toddler smile.

“Good. Mommy loves you too, and me too.” He notes as they keep walking.

On their way back to the clubhouse, they picked up some breakfast for the MC, since they were probably already arriving at the clubhouse.

When they arrived, Angel could see Taza’s bike parked outside, suddenly he was nervous to have Luke by his side, not knowing how the club would react.

His nervousness increased when EZ stepped outside from his trailer, looking at his older brother surprised.

“Yo, boy-scout!” Angel yelled as he walked towards his little brother.

“Boy-scout.” Luke whispered, making Angel chuckle.

EZ walked closer, meeting with them halfway, grabbing the edge of his kutte when he stopped.

“Little bro, meet with Luke. He’s Y/N’s son.” Angel says nervously, making EZ raise his eyebrows from the surprise, since he didn’t know she had a son.

“Hi Luke.” EZ squats down with a smile on his face “I’m Ezekiel, but everyone calls me EZ.”

“You are Angel’s little brother?”

“I am.”

Luke looks up at Angel then says “I want a little brother too!”

The Reyes brothers looked at each other, trying to hide their snickers.

“Yeah, you have to talk to your mom about that.” Angel says.

He knew he was ready to expend their family, but you thought it was too early for that yet.

Only life had other plans.

“Brought some food.” Angel says while lifting the bag full of burritos.

EZ couldn’t reply as the loud roaring of the motorcycles filled the air, making Luke hide behind Angel’s legs just like he did with you when he met with Angel for the first time.

It’s time, Angel thought, his brothers are about to meet with his significant other’s son.

The MC members parked their bikes, Luke was watching them carefully from behind Angel.

“Are you sick Angel? Being up so early?” Bishop asks the oldest Reyes brother as he walks towards him.

“Nah.” Angel shrugs, shaking his head, unintentionally reaching his hand behind himself to Luke.

Angel’s movement didn’t go unnoticed by Bishop, making El Presidente look behind the younger biker, noticing the small boy standing behind him.

“Who’s that?” Bishop asks, nodding towards the little boy.

Unlike his father’s, Bishop’s voice didn’t have any malecy in it.

“Luke.” Angel calls for the toddler “It’s okay, let me introduce you to my brothers.”

“They’re all your brothers?” Luke asks Angel, his curiosity making him step forward from behind Angel.

“This,” Angel taps the front patch on his kutte “means brotherhood. Despite the fact that we are not related by blood, we are still brothers for life.”

Luke listened to his words carefully, but before he could say something to Angel, the man spoke again.

“This is Luke.” He introduced the little boy to the whole club, who were watching him. “Y/N’s son.”

The whole club greeted Luke with such warmness, it made both the little boy and the biker smile.

Angel led the toddler into the clubhouse, sitting down at one of the tables with Luke in his laps, while the others were fighting over the food he bought.

“Hey!” Angel yelled at his brothers “One of them is mine, shitheads!”

Angel didn’t realise he cursed until Luke’s tiny hand covered his mouth, making the biker look down at him surprised.

“No bad words.” Luke scolded Angel.

“I’m sorry.” The biker smiled down at the little boy.

“Angel.” Luke whispered “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Alright, okay.” Angel said while he put down Luke “Can you go alone or—“

“I’m not a child, Angel.” Luke stops him with a hand gesture that reminded Angel so much of you.

Angel raised his eyebrows with a chuckle “Okay.”

Bishop joined Angel at the table, placing a burrito in front of the younger biker.

“It’s good to see you like this, you know.” Bishop says honestly “Peaceful and happy.”

“Thank you, Bish.”

Angel tried to not show it, but Bishop’s words meant a lot to him, especially after the lack of support and interest from Felipe’s side.

Luke happily ran back to Angel, holding his hands out to the biker, making him sniff his soap scented hands, something that Luke always does to signal that he washed his hands.

The toddler sits back on Angel’s lap as he starts eating his breakfast, while casually chatting with Bishop, Luke listening to their conversation.

“Can I get some?” Luke asks Angel, pointing at his food.

Angel nods, his mouth is full with food, as he holds the burrito to Luke. The little boy takes a big bite out of Angel’s breakfast, making the adults chuckle as he starts chewing it, nodding his head, silently saying that he likes the taste of it.

The day passed way too quickly for both Angel’s and Luke’s liking, none of them realised how late it was, only when you showed up, all done with work.

To be honest, you were even late, because you had to go to a doctor, confirming something that you already suspected.

Angel had some club business to do after he said goodbye to Luke, promising that he’ll get home by dinner, so he can read a bedtime story to the toddler.

“I love you, little one. Goodnight.” Angel kisses Luke’s forehead after he finishes reading for him.

“Goodnight, daddy. I love you.” Luke says sleepily, before he falls asleep.

Angel stood there, totally shocked from how Luke just called him.

Dad.

Such a simple word, 3 letters, that hold so much significance.

Angel stepped out of the toddler’s room, closing the door behind himself as he wiped the few tears rolling down his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” You ask Angel worried, panic rushing over you as you hurry up to him.

“He called me dad.” Angel confesses, a tiny sob escaping his lips.

“Aw, babe.” You reach your hand to his cheeks to wipe his tears.

It’s time now, you think.

“You better get used to being called a dad.” You whisper to him.

“I know.” Angel nods “I’m a part of his life now.”

“You are.” You agree “But not just his.”

“Yours too.”

“Angel.” You sigh when you see he’s not getting what you’re trying to tell him “Angel, I’m pregnant.” You say nervously.

Angel’s eyes grow wild as he looks at you, then down to your belly.

“I went to check it after work, and the doctor confirmed it.” You bite down on your bottom lip as you’re waiting for his reaction.

“We’re going to have another baby.” Angel smiles.

“Yes, another baby.” You laugh.

“I love you so much.” Angel hugs you tightly, burying his face in your hair, inhaling your scent.

“I love you more, my angel.”

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mommaofthedrama · 4 years

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Burns Like Hell

Chapter four

Summary: Y/n Teller-Morrow is adjusting to life in Santo Padre, but when things start to go south back home, will she be pulled back to the toxic town she just escaped? Or will she actually finally move forward?

Pairing: Past Juice Ortiz x Female Reader, Angel Reyes x Female Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, smut in later chapters.

A/N: any feed back would be great. I don’t own the gif. Credit to the creator. Also i'm sorry, this one got long!

I’ve been here in Santo Padre for three months now, I got a job in the office of the auto shop the Mayans MC owns. Which means I see Angel daily, also means my brother gets updates daily. Jax has called a few times since I’ve moved but anytime they have club business he’s sent Happy. Who seems more than okay with that. Happy may be to the rest of the word, a ruthless killer but to me he’s always been that “uncle” that listens and is the biggest sweetheart, so long as I tell no one about it. My mom calls just about every day. I think she’s having a harder time adjusting than me. It’s been almost six months now since my Juan was killed. It still stings but I can finally interact with people without forcing myself not to cry. So baby steps. Angel and I despite seeing each other at work, hang out pretty much every night. Well every night he’s not busy with the club that is. I have adjusted to the new job and all the members of this club.

As I arrive at work, every morning with out fail I am met by Angel, Coco, and Ez. This morning though, Angel was already talking to Bishop so I decided to head into the office to start for the day. Coco and Ez follow behind me. “So when are you gonna accept the fact that we are meant to be Precoisa?” Coco joked.

Ez slapped him on the arm, gives me a grin and says “I’m sorry about him. Anyway the whole club is going to Charming tomorrow morning, are you coming with us?”

I blink not really sure how to feel about this, “Well this is the first I’m hearing about this, so I’m not sure. I don’t know if I’m ready.” I explain

Coco taking a drag of his smoke, replies, “You gotta face those feelings sooner or later, or you’ll be mentally fucked up like I am.”

Ez shoots Coco a look as Angel walks in the door. Angel adds to the conversation with, “ plus, mi amor, it’s not like you’ll be alone. You’ll have us.”

I sigh knowing they are right and I should go home to show my family I don’t hate them so reluctantly I blurt out, “Fine I guess I will go. But if I have a shit time, I’m holding you three responsible.”

The three men laughs and in unison say “Deal.” Then angel adds one last thing before clocking in and starting work, “If you do have a shit time Mami, I will personally make up for it.” I narrow my eyes at him skeptical, As Angel sends me a evil grin.

“What did you have in mind?” I question.

He laughs with one foot out the door, “You’ll just have to have a shit time to find out”

Calling Angel an ass which he didn’t hear I start my paper work for the day. It was almost lunch time when my phone rings, seeing it was Tig, I sent it to voicemail thinking I could call him in a few minutes when I get on lunch. Then not even a minute after I bumped tig’s call Happy was calling, Happy never calls. Something had to be wrong. Swiping answer before I could even say hello Happy was already talking and sounded erratic. Almost scared. So I say “Hello? Happy, what’s wrong?”

Happy then let out a groan, “Tell me you’re coming home tomorrow.”

I laugh feeling less worried than I did when I first answered,”Yeah Angel,Ez,and Coco promised to make it worth my while if I have a shit time. Why does the big bad killer miss me that bad?” I joked

Happy sounding more uneasy than ever now replies with, “Something happened and you won’t have a good time. But you do need to be here. I do miss my little rule breaker but I don’t wanna see you like this.”

Anxiety now has my heart pumping and tears threating to fall, “ What happened happy? And Don’t fucking lie to me.”

Happy exhales, “The cops.. They.. Found.. Gemma dead.. In her rose garden…please just come home. Jax is acting weird and I have a feeling she would want you to take care of this anyway.”

The tears have already started falling at this point so all I could say is “ I’ll be on my way as soon as I can,” I hung up the phone, just as I did and started to completely break down, Angel burst into the office to go to lunch with me. He noticed my current state and immediately rushes over to hug me, and strokes my hair as I sob. He doesn’t ask what happened. He just sits there until I’m ready to say something. I wasn’t sure how long I was like that but bishop must have been called by Tig cause he texted Angel and told him to take me to Charming tonight, He also told Angel he and the rest of the club would be there tomorrow, and if I needed anything they would get it.

When I finally didn’t have anything left. I looked at Angel, “I ‘m sorry I, I need to go home and get packed.”

Angel nods and adds, “I’m taking you. Bishop said.” And holds his phone so I could see it. He then adds, “I’m not sure what’s going on here princessa, but I wont ask until you’re ready either.”

I smile and thank Angel. Once at my house I packed Quickly only grabbing the essentials for a few days. We then went to his house and he did the same. We loaded into my crossover and hit the road, Angel insisted on driving, said whatever was going on had me too emotional to be driving. And I couldn’t argue because he was right. I sat next to him in the front passenger seat, when I finally broke the silence. “They found my mom shot dead in her rose garden, I have to go make the arrangements,”

Angel looks as if I just shot his dog, “I’m so sorry mami, you’ve been through so much this year, you just cant catch fucking break.” He muttered sounding heart broken. But then he continued, “You know I’ll be whatever you need right Y/n? I know I make jokes about being your next boy friend but, whatever you need me to be, I’ll be it.”

Touched by his words and not really sure what to say, “I know Angel but I feel like it’s not fair to you.”

Angel puts his right hand on mine, and shush me “ nah mami, don’t worry about me. I’ll admit I have a thing for you but this isn’t about me. It’s about you, and what you need. What kind of person would I be if I rushed you into something you aren’t ready for? Don’t worry a bout that. Take your time. Fuck I cant imagine losing my spouse and my fucking mom in the same goddamn year.”

I somehow get out a “yeah..” before I put on some music so I can cry while I look out a window thinking about everything. I couldn’t help but think if I had never moved away somehow it might’ve made a difference. Before I knew it we were pulling into the parking lot of the sons of anarchy club house parking lot. Looking over at me Angel asks, “You ready? Cause I could totally drive around town for as long as you need.”

I shake my head no, flattered at the lengths he will go for me. “NO I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Lets get this over I guess.” With that we get out of the car and go into the club house Angel and I are met with the whole club greeting us with hugs and condolences. In the back of the room I see my brother and the lawyer waiting on me. Its almost five pm now so Angel and I must have made pretty good time. Walking over to my brother, Angel sits at the bar with Tig, Chibs, and Happy. Jax stands to give me a hug.

He whispers into my ear “How are you holding up?”

I pull away from the hug and mutter an “I’m alright you?”

Jax shrugs, looks at the lawyer and asks, “So what do we have to do?”

The lawyer starts going over mom’s wishes and such. I am only half listening because I cant shake the feeling as I watch Jax, that Happy was right. Jax is acting weird, and his and mom’s relationship was always strained for on reason or the other. After the lawyer leaves, Jax looks at me. “you look like you spaced out most that meeting, are you ok?”

Stunned by my sudden of set of balls, “Do you know who did it?” I blurt out. Knowing fulll well if he did, he would more than likely lie to me. You know club politics and all that bullshit.

Jax blinks looking annoyed and asks almost in a warning tone, “Do I know who did what?”

Now I was getting annoyed. “Cut the shit Jaxon. I know damn well nothing happens in this town without you knowing who and why. And if you don’t know when it happens you normally know within 24 hours. So do you know who killed mom and juice. I deserve to know.”’

Jaxon clenches his jaw grabs my arm and pulls me into the church room. “What the fuck was that?” he hisses to which I just shrugged my shoulders and crossed my arms. He huffs, sits down and lights a smoke. “Yeah I know, the answer to both you’re questions but you thinking you DESERVE anything when I had to protect you from yourself is laughable.”

Now extremely pissed and tears ready to fall, I near yell “That’s fucking golden coming from the dude who went bat-shit and shot my father after his best friend died, which wasn’t his doing by the way.” I humorously laugh and continue my tangent “It’s not like you’ve been the poster boy on fucking grieving since your wife and Opie died so yeah I think I deserve to know who killed my husband and our mom you egotistical dickhead.”

Jax stood up less than amused, “You wanna know?” close to my face and also near screaming, “Your husband was a fucking rat, sold out the club. Then to add insult to injury he knew who killed Tara all along. Only told me shortly before I ordered the hit on him. That’s why he was stabbed I mad it fucking easy on him it could’ve been a lot fucking worse on him sweetheart! And as far as our dear ol mommy, she is the stupid bitch that killed my wife because she doesn’t know to to listen! Keep fucking testing me though little sister.”

Stunned at what I just learned, I slap the shit out of my brother and full on scream “Who the fuck do you think you are? You can just do this and fucking get away with it? You piece of—”

I was cut off by Jax placing his hand on my mouth “could you keep it the fuck down?”

As he removes his hand, I glare at him and hiss “why so you could kill me too?”

Jax’s face seems to relax almost looking ashamed now, “No I don’t want to kill you. I know you had nothing to do with this, and I plan on bringing my sins to the club but for now, this stays between us. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just trying to make my pain go away, but it didn’t, with juice I figured it was cause I didn’t do it myself. But with Gemma as fucked up as she is, she’s still our mom..”

Jax runs a hand over his face and now I know who the real heartless killer was, it wasn’t happy it never was, it was always hidden as family. “That’s on you and god Jax. I font know if we could ever fix this now.” I gestured in-between us. He shook his head, with tears streaming down my face I walked out of the chapel, grabbed angel and asked.

“You still up for going for a drive? I cant be in here.”

Angel nods and we head out knowing full well I’ve have to face Jax tomorrow for moms service.

To be continued…

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imnotlaughingbro · 5 years

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Mark Me | Part 1 | Christopher Velez

Details: 3,400 Words | Italics is a memory | Smut, Unprotected Sex, Swearing | You & Christopher are both tattoo artists competing to be the new owner.

Part 2 of Mark Me

This turned out much longer than I thought it would be...It was just going to be some smut and then the idea of them both being tattoo artists came up and it just rolled from there. Also took so long because somehow Tumblr Drafts decided to delete half of it and I had to rewrite it 😞Anyways hope you guys like it 💖

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Photo Credit: @christophervelezsworld

“And that’s another one for me Velez” you smirk as you take the chalk in your hand and mark another point next to your name. You stare at your extra point triumphantly with your hands on your hips and a smile beaming on your lips.

“You are getting way too cocky” you feel Chris’ breath against your ear and you jump away from him in surprise, you didn’t even hear his footsteps coming from behind you. His giggle echoes throughout the tattoo parlour and the few remaining customers all turn to stare at the both of you as Chris continues laughing at your dramatic leap.

You blow a strand of hair out of your face and turn to face Christopher, now clutching his stomach with one hand and wiping the tears away from his eyes with the other.

“You won’t be laughing so much when I win this thing and I get to tattoo the words ‘jackass’ across your forehead!” you threaten him.

“Oh I will be laughing alright, I will be laughing when I get to tattoo ‘Christopher Velez’s Property’ on your ass, princesa” He gives you that devilish smirk and it takes all your willpower not to punch him in the face.

It’s been 29 days since you’ve made that bet with Christopher. The stupid bet that would end up with one of you getting a shiny brand new tattoo.

It all started when your boss sat you both down and informed you that he would be retiring soon and either you or Christopher would be taking over the store as new owner.

“Well the obvious choice is me” Christopher chimes in before you can even process the information.

“Are you serious?! I have been here way waaay longer than you have” you throw back, looking at your boss with as much seriousness as you can muster.

“More clients request me to give them tattoos therefore I should be appointed new owner”

“That is absolute bullshit and you know it Velez!” You stand up so you can for once tower over him.

Christopher stands up as well to show his own defiance.

Your boss lets out a big sigh and stands up as well.

“You know what? I knew this would happen with the two of you. Let’s make it interesting then. I will give you both 30 days and by the end we will see which one gets more clients. Whoever wins this can be new owner”

“Deal!” you hold out your hand immediately to Christopher, completely and utterly convinced that you would destroy him and confident that the future of the tattoo parlour would soon be in your hands.

“Hold on...let’s make this much more interesting” Christopher raises an eyebrow and you almost shiver because you know that whatever is next to come out of his mouth will be some fucked up plan that only he could come up with.

“Whoever wins also gets to tattoo whatever they want and I’m saying whatever they want on to the loser’s body” You stare at him, completely slack jawed, the gears slowly turning in your head as you process what just came out of this idiots mouth.

“Fuck no”

“Awww....my little baby scared? You want to give up already? You ready to call me boss, I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to that” he kneels down to your height and his lips turn into a little pout and his big brown eyes stare into yours, all one big mockery. Stupid Velez and his stupid face.

You grab his hand and shake it hard.

“Prepare to get the worst tattoo of your life” you tell him.

“Well if it’s coming from you then it definitely will be” he banters back to you.

Your face flames red and you almost raise your foot to kick him in the shins. But before you can start beating his ass you stomp off, determined to win this and show Velez who is the real boss.

Ever since then you both have been practically selling yourselves to every customer that walks through the door. Christopher winning the majority of the female clients with a little flirting and soft whispers in their ears. You much preferring to win yours by showing clients your past tattoos and the fact that you have been a tattoo artist for over 10 years compared to Chris’ measly 7 years.

You look up at the clock, 2 more hours until closing time and with Chris finishing up his last tattoo means that you will both be even again on points. You nervously drum your fingers against the counter and stare down the door, waiting for one more customer to walk in, just one more and you will win.

“Stop it, Chris” a soft feminine voice interrupts your daze as you look behind you to see Christopher helping his female client out of that chair. One hand on her waist and the other holding her hand as he pulls her up with ease, the muscles in his arms tensing and clearly on display in his white singlet.

You roll your eyes and turn back to staring at the door as Chris moves to the cash register to take his payment. The girl gives Chris one last look over and mouths the words ‘call me’ to him before exiting.

“And that’s how you do it” Chris comes up beside you and takes a seat at the counter.

“Just one more and you’re done for” you whisper back not even turning to look at him as you will all your energy into bringing another customer into the store. And like magic, the bell on the door rings and you practically jump up to greet the new customer.

A guy walks into the store and your jaw drops because he is one of the most stunning men you have ever seen. Freshly dyed fire red hair, gorgeous caramel skin and tattoos scattered along his defined arms, you have to stop yourself from drooling.

“Don’t mind her she drools like that sometimes” Chris speaks up from behind you and holds out his hand to the guy before you.

You blink a few times and start to feel your face getting red as the guy takes Christopher’s hand in his own and shakes.

“I’m Chris, What can I do for you?”

“I’m Richard...And this lovely lady?” he turns to you and holds out his hand, you place your hand in his and Richard turns your hand around and plants a kiss against your knuckles. His lips soft and warm against your hand makes your face blush a deeper shade of red.

“I’m Y/N” you manage to choke out as Richard stands back up but continues to hold your hand, his thumb rubbing against your knuckles where his lips just were.

“Did you want a tattoo or what?” Chris’ voice becomes full of irritation as he stares down at Richard’s hand still lingering on your own. The sound of Chris’ anger pulls you out of your little daydream and your hand out from Richards.

You look over at Christopher and his whole body is tensed, his relaxed and friendly manner taken over by something now completely different that you had never seen before.

Was it jealously that you were seeing before you? Christopher Velez actually being jealous because some guy kissed your hand and held it for too long? You couldn’t believe what you were seeing right now.

“Chill bro, I just want a small tattoo with my babies name. You think you can handle that, Mami?” Richard turns back to you and smiles.

“Of course” you answer back.

You have to stop yourself from doing a little dance. You did it...You’ve fucking won! You can’t help but give Christopher a smirk before grabbing Richard’s hand and pulling him towards the chair.

An hour and many flirtatious words later you are finished with Richard’s new tattoo of his daughter’s name on this inside of his bicep. You look down and admire the fresh tattoo before wrapping it up for him.

“Thanks Mami” Richard leans over and plants a kiss on your cheek and you don’t think you can turn any more red than you already are. With all this flirting and touching all afternoon and Christopher being all jealous and staring daggers into Richard’s back any time he makes you smile, you can’t help but feel a little worked up over these two guys.

You walk Richard to the door but before he leaves, he slides a piece of paper in your hand.

“Call me and maybe we can go on a date without your guard dog staring us down the whole time”

You let out a little laugh and smile at Richard before he walks away. You shut the door, turn the lock and flip the store sign to closed.

You walk over to Christopher who is still sitting where you left him, his eyes staying on the chair where Richard just was.

“Guess I’m your boss now” you almost sing to him in victory. He doesn’t laugh and you can feel your heart sink a little, the happiness you felt from the victory draining.

“Bet’s off, you can have the store but I am not letting you ink me” Chris looks up at you.

“What? No way, you have to, you made this stupid bet” you whine at him.

Chris gets up to go around you towards the door but you block his way.

“Awww....my little baby scared?“ you tell him recalling the exact words he taunted you with a few weeks ago.

A smile spreads across his face and Christopher shakes his head. You breathe a sign of relief as the Christopher you know returns.

“Fine, just not the face, you know that’s my main selling point” he rubs his jaw and grins at you.

You grab his hand and pull him towards the chair but before you can push him down to sit, he turns back around to face you with his hands up.

“Look I think we should just lay out some ground rules here”

“Freaking hell Velez suck it up” you say back to him before placing your palm directly on his chest in an attempt to get him to sit back on the chair so you can start.

Underneath your hand you can feel his heart thumping against his chest, his defined muscle tensing and hard against the thin white fabric of his singlet. Neither of you move for a heartbeat and you turn your head to look at him.

Chris lays his hand over your own and begins to lean down, his head tilting at an angle that could only mean one thing. With a panic you push him down on the chair so he falls back and his back hits the chair with a thump.

A shocked expression crosses his face before he begins to laugh, quietly at first that cute giggle of his which in seconds turns into a full fit of laughter and you can’t help yourself but laugh with him. The room now filling up with the lovely sounds, if anyone walked past the store windows right now they would see two crazy people in a fit of laughter.

Finally containing yourself and Chris biting his lip to stop from laughing, you sit down on the roller chair and begin setting out your equipment.

“Whew...That was a close one” Chris says in between his final fits of laughter.

“Yeah, don’t know what you were thinking there. Hand please. ” you say before holding out your hand for his.

He holds out his hand grudgingly and you place it down in front of you, palm facing up and his bicep on display. You look over your tools in front of you and before you begin you close your eyes starting the ritual you do every time you start a new tattoo.

You take a deep breath in and count to ten, willing your heart to relax, your hands to become steady and your mind to become clear.

When you open your eyes, you see Chris. His eyes staring deep into yours and his breathing laboured. You both stare at each other in silence, neither of you wanting to break first.

“If you don’t stop me, I’m going to kiss you”

Your heart skips a beat and that ritual you just did to relax and prepare for the tattoo has been completely thrown out the window with the words that have just come out of his mouth.

You run a nervous tongue across your bottom lip, wetting it because it’s become suddenly dry. Chris’ eyes immediately watch your tongue, a certain hunger now apparent in his stare.

All it took was a second and Chris uses the hand that you were holding to tattoo him to pull you towards him. His other hand finds its way to the back of your neck and his lips connect with yours.

Just a press of your lips at first until it became all too consuming and the kiss turns into a full making out session. Chris’ tongue slips into your mouth and you swear you can see stars. Your hands roam over his chest then to his arms feeling the muscle underneath until finally they settle in his hair long enough for you to tug as your tongue finally decides to fight his own for dominance. Chris moans into your kiss as you take his bottom lip in-between your teeth and pull slightly and you swear that moan is the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard.

You pull away from the kiss and a little whimper escapes Chris begging you to stay. You smile at him and move around the chair so you are now in front of him rather than on his side. You begin to undress for him starting with your jeans sliding them down your legs and leaving them on the floor. Your hands find the hem of your shirt and you slip it off easily and throw it behind you. You stand there before him wearing just your panties now wet from all the kissing and you thank your lucky stars that you decided to wear a nice bra today.

“Are you just going to sit there and watch me or you going to undress?” you ask him placing your hands on your hips and taping your foot in fake annoyance.

With a signature laugh, he easily slides his singlet over his head and tosses it behind the chair. He unzips his jeans and tugs them off while still sitting in the chair and you laugh as he does a little wiggle to get them off his feet.

Chris now sits there watching you and you can clearly see his semi-hard cock bulging from underwear. Without another word you get up on the chair and straddle him, your legs on either side of him and his hands find their way to you. You settle yourself down above him and through your damp panties you can feel his hard cock underneath you, you almost let out a moan just from that alone.

Chris places a kiss on the top of your breast just above your bra, his face now aligned directly with your chest because of the way you are sitting above him. His soft sweet kisses trail up and down leaving goosebumps on your skin while his hands roam your body. His touches ever so gentle as if you could break at any second but you grow weary and needy with every second that passes and he isn’t inside you.

With a quick intake of breath you grab his hand and guide it to your panties. Chris looks up at you and a playful smirk plays across his face. Using his index finger he starts to move it up and down your panties, pressing against your wet pussy, the thin fabric in the way and making you more frustrated with each stroke.

“Please Chris” you beg him and any thought of common sense leaves you when Chris pushes the fabric of your panties aside and his finger touches your pussy, his finger coming in contact with your wetness and begins to glide up and down your lips.

He moves with precision his finger finds its way up and down the lines of your pussy as if he was trying to memorise it. Chris finally slips his finger inside you and you have to grab on to his shoulders or else you would collapse. The wetness of your pussy allowing him to pump his finger in and out of you easily.

Chris’ other hand finds your ass and begins to move you, your hips circling on top of his hard cock while his finger continues to work on your pussy. Moans escape his own mouth as your body moves above him and putting pressure on his cock.

It takes almost all your willpower to pull his hand away from your pussy.

With a smile he brings that finger up to his mouth and sucks on it, licking and working his tongue to drink up the juices from your body.

“You taste fucking delicious” he tells you and you can’t help but kiss him. You bring your lips to his and taste yourself on his tongue. While your mouth works on him, his hands tug his underwear down and you finally can feel his cock against your pussy without any fabric in the way.

You look down and marvel at his cock, large and thick and dripping with pre-cum. You bite your lip at the thought of him inside you and he seems to be thinking of the same thing because he grips your waist and lifts you easily.

“Are you sure about this?” he suddenly asks you, his voice turning so soft and gentle.

Your eyes meet his and you nod before planting a kiss on his lips. When the kiss begins to deepen, Chris lowers you onto his cock. The wetness of your pussy allowing him inside effortlessly. You sit down on his cock and you stay there feeling him hard inside you.

Neither of you move both trying to adjust to this feeling, your nails dig into his shoulders and you start to move your hips for him. You start slow at first circling and testing the motion of him inside you.

With your hands on his shoulders you start to lift yourself up and down his cock.

“fuck” Chris mutters under his breath as his hands grip your waist.

That one word unwinds you and you start to move faster, using his cock to bring you closer to climax. Your moans fill the room and Chris finds your lips to silence them.

Chris’ hands find their way from your waist to your ass. Grabbing your ass tight he takes over. He thrusts into you faster, your body jerking up and down, the kiss turns feverish as you both get closer. Your nails dig harder into his shoulders almost drawing blood and you can feel your core tightening as Chris continues to fuck your pussy hard and fast.

Chris pulls away from the kiss to bring his mouth to your neck, his lips sucking and pulling at the skin in a way that you know will leave a mark, his mark on you for everyone to see.

“I’m so close” he moans against your skin.

You pull him close and whisper into his ear. “Cum inside me Papi”

Those words were his undoing because as you finish whispering in his ear, he bites down on your neck and his cock begins to twitch inside you. He brings his hips off of the chair to meet your own, his cock slamming inside you deep and you cry out his name as your own climax is reached, seconds later Chris finds his own climax and his cum fills your pussy dripping out of you and onto his lap.

His hands find their way to the side of your face and he brings his lips to yours, he kisses you softly such a change from the heavy make out session earlier.

“You know you are not getting out of this tattoo right?” you whisper against his lips as you both try to catch your breath.

You can feel his laugh rumble in his chest and his hands now on your thighs squeeze.

“Yes, Boss” He mocks with a smile before pulling you down for another kiss.

You could definitely get used to this.

#christopher velez #cnco #de cero #christopher velez smut #christopher velez imagine #cnco imagine #cnco smut

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theshipsfirstmate · 5 years

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ODAAT Fic: Feel I’m on the Verge of Some Great Truth

Some missing bits from 3x12 -- Penelope deals with Schneider’s relapse, and the aftermath.

A/N: My first Alvareider fic! Holy moly, these two brought the feels almost as soon as I started watching -- which was tragically right before Netflix dropped the axe. I’m still holding out hope for a season 4 pickup, because I need more of the Alvarez fam in general and these two in particular. In the meantime, here, have some of whatever this is.

Title from “Wait” by Alexi Murdoch.

Feel I’m on the Verge of Some Great Truth (AO3 - wc: 3201)

“You don’t have to do that alone.”

She says those words to him, fingers combing through the soft hair at the back of his neck, and for a moment, she forgets who they are to each other. She watches his eyes close in anguish, and she remembers, not for the first time, that she’s done this before.

It was Alex who first brought it up, after Penelope found them sitting next to each other on the laundry room floor. Four sad eyes stared up at her, two rimmed red with liquor and remorse.

“Pen, shit, I’m sorry,” Schneider had mumbled as Alex stood and the two of them helped him to his feet. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt him…”

She had stopped cold at that half-confession, able for a moment to see only bright red in front of her eyes.

“Mami, it’s fine.” Her son's voice cut through the instinctive response and he gave her a pointed look and a nod from the other side of Schneider’s chest, like he knew exactly where her mind had gone. His tone was almost bossy -- if she could have felt anything through the panic, it might have been annoyance -- but he was calm and he didn’t look hurt, only worried. “I’m okay, it was nothing. Let’s just get him upstairs.”

They didn’t say it out loud -- not that she could hear much over the ringing in her ears -- but Penelope’s pretty sure neither of them even considered taking Schneider to his own apartment. Still, he was nearly dead weight, and once they had maneuvered him inside their doorway, they only got as far as Mami’s room before they had to set him down on the pull-out couch.

“If you throw up in here…” Penelope started to warn, but Schneider groaned an interruption before she could think of a suitable punishment.

“I’ll buy you a whole new living room set,” he promised, though he still looked a little green for her liking.

She hustled back to her room then, passing Elena who was sitting at the kitchen table, homework abandoned, eyes wide like they used to go when Victor would wake them up as he crashed around the living room after a long night.

“Elena, come help me in the kitchen.” Penelope heard her Mami call for her daughter as she rounded the hallway, and she put a note on her mental list to say a prayer of thanks later that night for the viejita and her quick thinking. There were only so many things she could worry about at once. “Vámonos, mija.”

In her room, she knew exactly where to look -- the third dresser drawer down, where a pair of Schneider's sweats and a soft, grey henley were neatly folded next to her own pajamas. They had gotten mixed in with her laundry one day, months ago now, and she kept meaning to give them back. But she hadn’t -- a curiosity there just wasn’t any time for tonight. Stepping back into the hallway to chuck them in Schneider’s direction, Penelope wondered, in a brief moment of panic as she closed the curtain behind her, if things would ever be the same again.

It's the second time in two years that she's missed the signs completely, and the memories of another soured night in her Mami’s room didn’t do anything to help ease her anxiety. So she tried to do it herself, taking a few deep breaths before stepping through Alex’s open door, where her son sat at the foot of his bed, considering the stain on his shirt with a quiet pensiveness that made her heart ache.

“Papito? Can I come in?”

“Wow, this must be serious,” her boy answered, with a wry smile that didn’t meet his eyes, and Penelope took a split-second to hate that he’d mastered the art of deflection at such a young age. “You never bother to ask.”

“That's right, ‘cause I pay the rent, so technically it’s my room,” she joked back, despite the fresh tears stinging at the back of her throat. “I just want to make sure you’re really okay.”

“I mean, I'm worried about Schneider,” he admitted, sounding every bit the man she wasn’t ready for him to be just yet, and she immediately folded herself next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“But I'm fine.” Alex indulged the hug for longer than she expected, and Penelope couldn’t help but press her forehead to his neck, bemoaning the fact that he was already too big for her to cradle properly. “It really was nothing, he just shoved me a little when I went to call you.”

“That’s not exactly nothing.” The room went a little crimson again and suddenly she was back on her feet, hands flexing into fists. “We’re gonna talk more once we get him settled, okay?”

“Okay.” He nodded and she moved to make her way back to the mess waiting for her in the living room, but stopped short, bracing a hand on the doorframe when she heard his voice go small and soft. “But, Mami?”

Alex was looking at the ground, fidgeting his feet when she turned back, and Penelope’s lower lip pressed almost painfully against the top to keep a sob from slipping out. “I know you have to do your thing, or whatever, talk to him, but don’t be too hard on him, okay? He’s not Papi.”

She tried not to gasp aloud, but the question came out breathy all the same. “Baby, what do you mean?”

He sighed. “I know you think I was too little, but I remember how Papi used to get.” Her tears started coming then, there wasn’t any sense in trying to swipe at them before they could fall. “But Schneider, it wasn’t like that. He wasn’t angry, I think he was just scared. And sad. He didn’t mean to--”

“But he did,” she interrupted. “That’s an addict thing. And that’s something that he, and I, are gonna have to deal with.”

Alex nodded, but she could tell there was more on his mind. “He really doesn’t want you to hate him,” he explained, and there were about a hundred threads to pull on in that admission, and the soft, uncertain way he let her in on it. “Just don’t--”

His attempted warning, however, was cut off by the sound of the curtain sliding open from the other room, and they both paused, putting the moment on hold for the time being -- though Penelope still felt the adrenaline bumping her heart at an unnatural rhythm as she turned to face whatever was coming next.

“You did the right thing by calling us,” she assured her son softly, as Elena and Mami made their way out of the kitchen, supplies in hand -- “That's what our family does, right?” -- and the small smile Alex gave in return eased her nerves just enough to carry on.

Schneider sobers up quicker than she expects, given what was left in the bottle she tossed in the laundry room trash can, and after his heartfelt thanks -- and a stuttered apology to Alex that makes her swallow hard -- Penelope clears the rest of the family out of the apartment with almost too much ease. Then, it’s just the two of them.

At first, she’s ready to fight. It’s not a foreign instinct, or even a surprising one. Hypervigilance, Pam sometimes calls it, a product of her PTS -- both from the military and life with an abusive alcoholic. Another look into Schneider’s eyes, though, and as the tears well again in her own, she realizes that this is a different kind of battle.

They’ve all spoken different languages, the men in her life. Max is a healer, like her, Mateo a solver. Victor is a warrior, though and through. Even now, with his manicured beard and fancy second wife, she can still see the fire and fight in her ex’s eyes. He’s a soldier, and their life together was a war. Even when they were both back stateside, she never stopped feeling like she was in the trenches.

Schneider, though, he’s a refuge. He’s the door she knocks on when the family is driving her crazy, or she can’t sleep, or it’s three in the morning and she doesn’t have it in her to go another round with the demons that have their own curtain-enclosed living space in her brain. He’s where she looks when she needs strength that feels like it’ll never come, and when she has questions that feel impossible to answer. And now she needs to be those things for him. She has to. Because he’s hurting. Because Alex asked her to. And because...

Penelope’s not entirely sure where that sentence ends. Or maybe she is. Her world’s been upside down since her mother pulled a near-empty bottle of whiskey out of an obnoxiously personalized yoga mat. She doesn’t feel like she’s taken a real breath since the moment she turned to see Schneider finally coming clean, sure that her broken heart was written all over her face, but unable -- and maybe unwilling -- to hide it.

And tonight, the anger goes out of her almost as quickly, replaced by something darker and gnawing -- something she hasn't had the courage to look too closely at until now.

When she learned of Victor’s relapse, that night in her mother’s bed, she hadn’t wasted any time kicking him out. She needed him gone, as quickly as possible, needed to spare herself and her kids and the fragile idea of a family she was just barely holding together with the strength of her own hands and her Mami’s prayers.

She needed to minimize damage. Call it military instinct. Unbidden, the acronym paints itself in neon on the backs of her eyelids: FUBAR.

But Alex is right, this isn’t the same as it ever was with her ex. She doesn’t want to kick Schneider out, and her gut is telling her that she doesn’t need to. If anything, she's preparing to hold on tighter. She wants to keep him in her sights, feels, in the deepest part of her, a compulsion to keep him safe.

It only gets stronger when he admits to her the actual moment when he gave in and had his first drink in eight years. Penelope can see so clearly in her memory the way Schneider’s face had dropped that day when she told him that he was his father’s son. She remembers how he had looked like a stranger in his suit and slicked-back hair, remembers the way he said her name as she kicked him out of her apartment.

“I had one drink, and I actually managed to stand up to him,” he confesses. Then she remembers something else.

“Family’s everything.” Those words, the way she could see Schneider’s devotion to her and the people she loves through his thick-rimmed glasses and teary eyes, had been one of the most profound moments in her life so far. It had made her feel something she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to access again -- a stutter step in her heart she’d thought was lost to someone younger and more naive -- and the way it's tainted now, with the realization that he was under the influence, burns like a betrayal.

This night, this conversation, his relapse, these things aren’t about her, but it's like they were designed to make her confront the feelings she’s been stuffing down only semi-successfully over the last few months, ever since she split from Max. (Maybe even before then, if she’s honest.) She hasn’t been ready to admit to herself that she feels something when Schneider wraps her up in his arms -- which happens more often than it probably should if they’re sticking to the whole “just friends” mantra. She feels something when their eyes linger on each other across the room. It’s foreign and familiar at the same time, comforting and terrifying in equal measure.

She feels safe with him, even when her anxiety has her pinned to the mat -- even when it screams that that kind of safety, especially when found in another person, could be the most dangerous of all.

And tonight isn’t the first time Penelope has learned that lesson. She's done this before, looking into someone’s eyes and pleading with the only person who can save them. But still, it doesn’t feel the same.

Was it harder then, because she knew how she loved Victor? Or is it harder now, because the way she loves Schneider has become increasingly more complicated?

“You’re never gonna trust me again.”

He says it, and her first thought is relief, so strong she almost sighs it out audibly. For once, she doesn’t have to be the one to speak it out loud. For once, she doesn’t have to dole out threats and warnings like grenades, wincing when she looks back to see if they’ve hit their mark. He put his hands on her son, and he knows as well as she does that she's cut people out of her life for far less.

You’re never gonna trust me again. Her second thought is, that he's wrong. Somehow, he's wrong. She trusts him still -- and maybe she shouldn’t. Maybe it will be a mistake. Schneider the Addict is basically a stranger to her, and she knows enough about dependency to understand how situations like these can go from Jekyll to Hyde in the time it takes to blink.

But he’s standing here in front of her, talking about taking her son to his baseball games like it’s the most precious thing she could possibly take away from him, and the truth of the matter is that Penelope can't imagine a world where she doesn't trust him.

He's family, he has been for so long that she didn't even realize it was happening. They're his and he's theirs, and she didn't need to see his eight-year chip on the wall next to her daughter's report card to know how he belongs.

“You’re the only one who’s ever trusted me, Pen. All that goes away now.” They’re similar words, but they don’t feel the same the second time. There's no relief in his resignation, no solace in the way he looks at her like he's drowning, and she's the only lifeguard left on the beach.

She realizes that she’s been silent for a long time then, longer than she ever imagined herself being in a conversation like this one. Her throat aches with unshed tears and plenty more are falling to brush salt across her pursed lips. But it's time to speak now. It's time to make sure he knows.

“It doesn’t go away,” she tells him, and when her voice goes shaky, it occurs to her how much she truly means it. It’d be like missing a limb, life without Schneider. He fills a missing piece for them, and not a just a crack in the drywall or a spot at the dinner table.

“I’m not giving up on you. None of us are.”

Penelope watches as he turns that over in his brain, watches years of conditioning kick in and try to convince him that it's a lie. She saw his father walk out on him with ease, just weeks ago, knows that Avery did the same not long after. Someone needs to fight for him this time. Her hands are already clenching to fists.

They're seated on the couch now, and it's like the willpower has drained out of him. She knows she needs to move them towards the next step -- needs to get him to a meeting -- and so she plays her trump card.

“You want to be a good role model for the kids, right?”

She tried never to use Elena and Alex as bargaining chips when it came to Victor’s sobriety. It wasn’t fair, she had repeated to herself, and besides, it never had the intended result. A mention of their family was like pouring gasoline on a fire, it only made him rage about ultimatums and equity and the things that were his.

But this too, is different with Schneider. His eyes close, almost peacefully, on a sigh, and something in her chest sparks anew at the fact that, out of everything, this is what will push him to try again. Her kids. Their family. “This is your chance.”

In the last hour alone, she's seen her daughter tell this man that she loves him -- anyone who didn't know Elena well would have thought those words came easy for her -- and watched her Mami hand over sopa de pollo like she knows something Penelope doesn’t. Alex forgave him without a thought, and while she knows there will be more to unpack between them, there isn't a bone in her body that doesn’t believe the two of them will come out the other side even stronger.

But still, all Schneider seems to have are doubts. So she quotes his own words back to himself -- “Don’t quit before the miracle happens” -- and watches him smile for the first time in what feels like far too long. Penelope’s always fancied herself too practical for miracles, but maybe there's a time and place for everything.

This is his time. They can be his place.

“You don’t have to do that alone.”

He finally looks back at her then, and she realizes she's been waiting for it, longing to meet his eyes again and see the spark of the man she knows so well underneath all that hurt and embarrassment.

She's struck suddenly, with the urge to press her lips to his cheek or his forehead, remembers him waxing poetic once about nontraditional kisses. It would be too much tonight, she tells herself, with everything so close to the surface. So she suppresses the urge without looking too closely at where it came from, and settles instead for drawing his head to rest on her shoulder -- a mirror image of the way he’s comforted her so many times before. They exhale a heavy breath at the same time, and for some reason it's then that's she's certain they’re going to be okay.

Later, they'll return to this same spot -- a new chip in his pocket, his first name on the tip of her tongue. He'll apologize again, and she'll shake her head and offer to let him sleep on the couch so he doesn't have to face day two alone. He’ll nod in grateful acceptance and smile in a way that makes her forget her earlier conviction and drop a kiss to his hairline that lingers on her lips as she heads to bed.

Maybe there’s a miracle coming, after all.

#alvareider #alvareider fic #penelope x schneider #penelope alvarez #pat schneider #schneider #odaat fic #odaat #one day at a time #one day at a time fic #penelope alvarez fic

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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The Ballerina and the B-girl Part 10 (Branjie) - Starsha

a/n: Welcome to the ‘meet the parents’ edition of the Ballerina and the B-girl lesbian AU. Please read the tags as there is both explicit homophobia and racism in this chapter, so if that is triggering for anyone please don’t read the second half of the fic (Brooke’s family- the start of the section is clearly indicated)

— First up is Vanjie’s family — It was 6 months into her relationship with Brooklyn when Vanjie booked a trip home to Tampa to see her family. She was bringing Brooke to meet them and she was simultaneously incredibly excited and nervous. The same could be said for the blonde next to her in the Uber they had taken from their hotel to Vanjie’s mum’s humble house on the outskirts of the city. Brooke was always professional, poised and confident on the outside, but on the inside she was freaking out. Vanessa was her first girlfriend, and hence this was her first ‘meet the family’ and she really didn’t want to fuck it up.

The car pulled up and the couple got out, Vanessa lacing their fingers together as they walked up to the front door and knocked. The door swung open to reveal a woman even shorter than Vanjie, but with very similar facial features and the same infectious smile.

“Ah mi bebe is here!“ she screeched with a thick accent and launching to give Vanjie a hug.

“Hi Mami I missed you” Vanessa replies excitedly before breaking the hug and putting her arm around Brooke’s waist and introducing her.

“Mami this is my girlfriend Brooklyn. Isn’t she beautiful?” Vanjie stated proudly.

“Very very beautiful, the most beautiful” Mrs. Mateo mused, pulling Brooke into a hug. Brooke returned it, settling comfortably into her girlfriend’s mother’s arms. All of her fear and apprehension about not being accepted, stemming from her own family experiences no doubt, being stripped away by the gentleness of this woman.

“I’m so glad to meet you Mrs Mateo” Brooklyn gushed as the hug was broken, and Vanessa’s mother replied with a smile, “Please call me Rosa, you are family now”.

Brooke’s heart felt as though it was going to burst as she followed Rosa into the house, her arm wrapped around Vanessa’s waist. She tried to convey with touch to her girlfriend just how incredible her mother was for being so accepting and how thankful Brooke was. Brooke couldn’t help but think about how her mother would react in comparison.

They entered a kitchen where two men stood talking at the bench with beers in their hands. Upon the couples arrival they turned around and Brooke immediately saw the resemblance between them and Vanessa, inferencing that they must be her brothers.

They both looked Brooke up and down wide wide eyes.

“Holy shi-, this is your girlfriend Vanj?” one of them questioned with a stunned smile.

“Uh huh Marco this is Brooke, baby these are my brothers Marco and Fabian” Vanessa did the introductions.

“Damnnn our sister has game, you’re bloody gorgeous! Tall, white, exactly her type” The other brother stated bluntly, in a style so similar to Vanjie that had Brooke grinning widely.

“She sure does” Brooke answered, pecking Vanjie on the lips and making her brothers holler in support, her mother smiling on contently. This was so new to Brooke, Vanessa’s family had welcomed her with open arms and seemed overjoyed that she was in Vanjie’s life. It was stark contrast to how Brooke was sure ‘meet the family’ was going to go with her own.

They stayed at the house until late into the night. Vanjie’s family took an adoration to Brooklyn and she couldn’t be more pleased. They didn’t dwell on what she did for a living, more interested in her ballet and the vacation to the Bahamas that the couple had planned with Silky and Akeria, as well as Brooke’s friends Nina and Yvie. Vanjie’s brothers were protective yet so impressed with the woman that their sister was dating that they immediately became friends with the blonde, embarrassing Vanjie with stories from childhood wherever they could.

“Remember the time that Vanessa got her head stuck between the stair railings when she was-“ Vanjie cut Marco off with a stressed, “Oh wow it’s late we’d better get going babe”.

Brooke giggled at her girlfriends embarrassment, progressing to a laugh when Marco mouthed “Fourteen” at her with a wink. They said their goodbyes and planned to spend the next day at the beach together, Brooke fitting into the family dynamic like a perfect missing puzzle piece.

—Second up is Brooke’s family —

Vanessa knew very well that her girlfriend didn’t really have the best relationship with her family in Canada. They sent cards to the house on her birthday and Christmas, and she did the same but that seemed to be the be all and end all of communication. Occasionally she would get a phone call to congratulate her on business affairs, the most recent being when Brooke was featured in Forbes magazine as one of the most successful female CEOs in the country.

Vanjie knew for a fact that Brooke hadn’t seen her family in person in the two years they had been dating, and probably not for a while before then. Brooke had told her family that she was dating someone but not really any other details, which Vanjie understood. She couldn’t imagine being in Brooke’s shoes and having a family that was totally dismissive of her sexuality. Hence she was surprised when one day, Brooke declared over dinner that they would be going to visit her parents in Toronto.

“What’s brought this on babe?” Vanessa asked, serving herself another portion of the pasta salad Brooke had made.

“It just hit me on our anniversary that you have been a huge part of my life for two whole years, and yet my family knows nothing other than I’m dating someone. I’m ready to face the music Vanj, come what May and hell to pay”

Vanessa laughed at her girlfriends dramatics, but knew beneath the humour lay some very deep feelings Brooke had about her family’s rejection of her love life. Vanjie knew it hurt her, especially when they hung out with her family who had adopted Brooke as one of their own. Vanjie knew that Brooke wished that her parents could be like that. As mad as it made Vanjie that Brooke’s parents had hurt her, that just made her more eager to meet them and change their perception.

“Just warning you again babe, there is a strong possibility that my parents have lulled themselves into thinking that you are a man and I’m sorry for whatever their reaction might be” Brooke repeated for the 10th time that day as the couple approached her parents front door. They had elected not to hold hands to ease Brooke’s parents into their relationship status. They knocked and awaited what was certain to be an interesting first impression.

The door opened to reveal an older woman, not quite as tall as Brooke but still towering over Vanjie. Vanessa could immediately see the resemblance, with the defined bone structure and fair hair this had to be Brooke’s mother. The woman took Brooke into her arms without saying a word and held her for a minute. It was clear to see this woman loved her daughter, that she had missed her. The hug ended and she stepped back to look from Brooke to Vanjie and back to Brooke again with a confused expression. Vanjie immediately felt self conscious, feeling the judgement deep inside. She knew she looked appropriate and presentable, wearing an expensive high necked white dress ending just above the knee that Brooke had bought for her, but she was still worried.

Brooke took a stand, reaching down and lacing her fingers with Vanessa’s, the expression on her mothers face turning from confusion to pure disappointment. Brooke had warned her of this, but it still stung Vanessa to think that it was disappointing to her girlfriends mother that she was a woman.

“Mom, this is my girlfriend Vanessa” Brooke stated confidently, however Vanjie could feel her shaking. Brooke’s mother just stared blankly at the couple, as if her mind was having a rigorous debate with itself. She visibly forced a smile, but it was a smile all the same.

“It is nice to meet you Vanessa. Please come in”

Vanjie all but clung to Brooke as they made their way into the house, she had never felt more uncertain and as though she didn’t belong in her life. Brooke’s mother made small talk about the weather and their flight, which both women were grateful for. It was when they entered the kitchen that the shit really hit the fan.

There were two very tall men before them standing at the kitchen bench, one Brooke’s father and the other Vanjie assumed to be her brother. They immediately intimidated Vanjie just from their height alone, but the look of distain the pair shot them as they saw their linked hands had her instinctually press into Brooke’s side. This probably made the impending situation worse, but Brooke wrapped a protective arm around her waist and took a small step in front of her which was slightly comforting to the short brunette in a room of tall unaccepting people. Her brother screwed up his face in apparent disgust, whilst her father broke the silence.

“For the love of God, Brooklyn. I thought at 34 you would be past this ridiculous phase of yours. How dare you disappoint us like this, your poor mother! She has been talking about today with her friends for weeks, so excited that you were going to finally bring a man home to meet us. And here you are, with this” he spat, shooting a glare that could melt steel at Brooke and Vanessa. His words stung Vanjie more than any other homophobes’ ever had, because this was the love of her life’s father. Brooke was shaking and all Vanessa could do was wrap her arm around to rest on her lower back and rub it to soothe her.

She may have been shaking, but Ms Brooklyn Hytes was not someone that took shit from anyone, especially when it came to her girlfriend, and so Vanjie wasn’t surprised when she stood up for herself and clapped back at her fathers cruel words.

“Pretty hard to call my sexual orientation a phase when I’m 34, and have never had any interest in men whatsoever. If bringing my girlfriend of TWO YEARS home to meet you isn’t enough of an indicator that I’m never going to be the perfect straight daughter you wish I was, then I don’t know what is. I’m sorry that my ‘lifestyle’ is an inconvenience to your social lives, and that you can boast of my career successes with gusto yet ignore a huge and important part of my life because it doesn’t fit with your fantasy for me”

Brooke’s fathers face was fuming, and her brother decided that this was his time to input his opinion into the conversation.

“I honestly think it’s disgusting that you’d bring this…” his face paused as if looking for the last offensive word he could, “…partner of yours to our family home. You’re selfish Brooke, you’re only thinking of yourself flashing your sinful lifestyle in our faces”

Vanessa’s spare hand balled into a fist, she wanted so bad to punch Brooke’s brother. Brooke calmly wrapped her arm around Vanessa tighter, and answered from her heart as if trying to reach some part inside her family that could see reason.

“It really doesn’t matter what you all think, I love Vanessa. I love her with all my heart and I’m bringing her to meet you because she is a special part of my life that I wanted to share with you. I hope that one day you might accept me for who I am, but for now, can’t you just be civil and polite as you would to any of your other children’s partners”

Brooklyn’s dad was taken aback at that. He stood for a minute in thought, her brother looking between him and the couple. He took a deep breath before giving his verdict.

“You are right Brooklyn. You deserve for us to at least respect that this is your reality, as much as we do not agree”.

Brooklyn’s brother looked stunned with disbelief and voiced some expletives and slurs before exiting the room. The others sat down at the table, and for the next couple of hours over afternoon tea both parents made an effort to get to know Vanessa. And naturally, as they opened their minds, they both found themselves falling in love with her charisma and personality. She sure as hell could charm the shit out of people when she wanted to.

Brooke’s father pulled her to the side as Vanjie helped Brooke’s mum wash up the glasses in the kitchen.

“She’s a good one, I’m proud of your choice Brooklyn” he said, Brooke’s face lighting up in a smile at his approval. “I know that I am not the most accepting father, and that I have a long way to go. But this girlfriend of yours is everything I could have ever hoped a child of mine would find in a partner, I can see how happy she makes you. And at the end of the day, if my daughter is happy that is all that matters most to me”

Brooke couldn’t help herself, she pulled her father into a tight hug and stifled the tears that threatened to flow over. Vanessa came to her side and her father embraced her in a hug, affirming that he had meant what he said. It was true that her parents had a long way to go before they were waving rainbow flags at pride, but Brooke was grateful that they accepted Vanessa into the family as equal to any of her siblings’ partners.

The next day, Brooke and Vanessa were over at her parents for lunch. Brooke’s mother had taken an adoration to Vanessa, so the two were merrily preparing lunch in the kitchen together whilst Brooke helped her father out with some paperwork that he was confused about. Brooke was so happy to be rebuilding her relationship with her parents, but her brother proved to be an ongoing problem when he arrived with his girlfriend.

He took one look at Vanessa in the kitchen with his mother and lost his shit.

“Mother, what is she doing here?” He spat. Vanjie’s eyes darted around looking for Brooklyn, but came up empty. To her surprise, Brooke’s mother stood up for her.

“She’s here because she is being an amazing future daughter in law and helping me make lunch” she said bluntly, smiling sweetly at Vanessa. Vanjie couldn’t believe it, the reference to the woman’s acceptance of her possibly marrying Brooke one day made her heart flutter.

Brooke’s brother on the other hand looked furious and disbelieving, “Future daughter in law?! Mother you can’t be serious! This woman is nothing more than a hot piece of ass that Brooklyn is using to fulfill her sick sexual desires. Besides she’s probably just doing it with Brooklyn for her money, there’s no way a little wetback like her is just with a CEO out of love. There’s no such thing as homosexual love anyways, it’s purely a disgusting lust”

Vanjie was dumbfounded at his blatant homophobia and racism, and was about to go off in offence but Brooklyn beat her to it. The blonde came bursting through the kitchen door, having heard everything. She had her angry boss demeanour on, which terrified even the most macho of men. She faced up against her brother, and although he had a few inches on her it was as though he was 3 feet tall.

“It is absolutely unacceptable for you totreat my girlfriend that way, like she’s not here, like she’s nothing, like she’s some sort of criminal! She is with me, has been longer than your girl has been with you, and so she is part of this family! I will not have you blatantly disrespecting her and our relationship! And just for your information you have not talked to me since I came out other than to ask for money, whilst Vanessa hasn’t asked for a damn cent. I think you should look at yourself before accusing others of being freeloaders Ben!”

Her brother stood frozen in place, tears of rage and embarrassment in his eyes. He averted his gaze and swallowed hard.

“That is enough Brooklyn” Brooke’s mother pleaded, not liking seeing her children fight. However, she was appalled by what her son had said about the small, sweetheart of a girl that stood at her side trembling, so she took Vanessa’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Apologise to Vanessa please Benjamin” she requested, and his face shot up in shock at that, “She has done nothing but be helpful and make your sister the happiest I have ever seen her, so you should make an effort to make amends”.

His face contorted with discomfort, looking at Vanjie sheepishly. She sassily raised an eyebrow as he forced out an apology. “I’m sorry Vanessa for how I treated you, especially those things about you being a gold digger. And Brooklyn, I’m sorry for what I’ve said about your relationship, guess I’ve got a lot to learn and a lot to accept”

Brooke was satisfied with that and thanked him with a nod, before moving over to make sure Vanessa was ok. She wrapped her arms protectively around the smaller girl from behind, Vanessa leaning back into her embrace. Her brother may be a lost cause, but Brooke was so happy that her parents accepted her and Vanjie’s relationship despite their beliefs. She couldn’t wait to further rebuild the close relationship she had previously shared with them, and she was so grateful she had Vanessa along for the ride.

Tags: #branjie #vanessa Vanjie mateo #brooke Lynn Hytes #lesbian au #tw homophobia #tw racism #starsha

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #lesbian au #starsha #tw homophobia #tw racism #submission #the ballerina and the b girl #s11 #dance au

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