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Mayans crushing on/ being infatuated with a younger reader
This is my first time writing for Mayans. I know there are many fans of the show but I feel like there is not enough people writing for it and showing it love.
Note: I roughly guessed what the guys ages would be at the beginning of the series based on their apperance and actors' ages. I would love to know how old you think they are!
Bishop – 49
Taza – 62
Tranq – 44
Riz – 37
Creeper – 41
Gilly – 36
Coco – 34
Angel – 30
Ez – 26
Bishop – He didn’t have any qualms about his attraction to you in the beginning. Walking up to you when you were at the clubhouse and flirting with you, saying it was good to see you around. He didn't think too much about it, he likes the way he feels when you are responding to him in a positive way. Bishop lies to himself, he doesn’t purposefully seek you out in the crowd, but Taza points it out for him - "Don't worry Prez, your girl is outside, having a smoke with Gilly". - And that phrase hits him; the fact that someone has noticed his interest in you, and more so called you "his girl" - that spreads warmth in his chest. He wants you to be his girl, but he is not sure how you feel about it. Sure you reciprocate his attention, smile at him and spend more time with him than other members of MC, but it doesn't mean you want anything more with him than friendship. The age gap is large, Bishop could be your father; and the potential comments that would follow make him shrudder, yet the thought of you in his arms makes him think that he could deal with being the butt of the jokes for some time.
Taza – Taza thought that love is not for him anymore. But the familiar butterflies are starting to dance in his belly again when you laugh at his joke. He loves the feeling of it, but the moment he realises it he gets scared. He is not ready for it, he didn’t think it is possible, he is too old and commited too many sins to be rewarded with these emotions. Taza wonders what he can possibly offer you? His life is filled with violence and loneliness.But then he takes out his phone and sees your name across the screen Che thinks that maybe he can give it a try.
Tranq – Tranq is a rough man, for the majority of his life he had only his mother and the club. He is "El Pacificador", a giant of a man, always in the epicentre of fights. Even though he is not the loudest and meanest in the club he thinks he might be too imposing for you, scare you away. Let alone the fact that he is in his 40's. Still, when he is next to you Hank’s increased heart beat drowns out the doubts. Against his wishes the softer side of him comes out. The way you lean on Tranq's shoulder when you are tipsy, or when you ask specifically for his help with your car makes him feel special, and he never wants to let go of this feeling. Quite the opposite, he feels insatiable, he is hungry for your affection and Hank wants more of it. He is not a greedy man, he shares everything in life with his club, but you are someone Hank wants to keep all to himself.
Riz – Michael has been disillusioned with life long ago, many people in his life shunned him; only in the brotherhood of Mayans did he find the solace. Riz craves love, family and companionship is something he always secretly wanted. Maybe that's why he was always a ladies man - trying to fill a void in his life with someone, something. When he met you for the first time, it was hard to avert his eyes from you. You were like the smell of rain in summer before the thunder strikes, Riz felt that when you stepped into the clubhouse you brought change with you, and it was just for him, and he welcomes this feeling with an open heart.
Riz knows he likes what he is seeing and he wants you to like him as well. He just needs his chance to prove that he can make it work, and he does what he does best, trying to smooth talk you. Offering you a drink and showering in compliments. He wants you to have a good time with him, he sure does with you. Once you jokingly called him an "old man", Riz quickly shot back that he prefers "daddy" instead, laughing at your shy expression. Age is not a problem for him, not when it comes to you and what the two of you could have, and he is willing to show it to you.
Creeper – Creeper didn’t really think that romantic love was for him. Since childhood there was nothing but darkness staining his life, like he is punished for doing something in his past life and can never repent. So Neron never expects gifts from live; he takes, but only gives. He gives his loyalty and time to his club and he gives his love to you, Creeper doesn't feel like he is allowed to receive any back from you.
Neron feels disgusted with himself and his want for you. You are almost too clean for him, Creeper doesn't have the right to mess you up. He tries to avoid you, but it’s as if you are always seeking him out, sipping on water with him at the parties, forgoing the alcohol. All the time you are asking him about his tattoos, and one time while planning your own you reach out and touch his forearm where a faces of women are depicted. Neron feels burned, but its amazing, he wants to keep your hands there, on him, interested in him. He is scared of rejection, he wants your love, he is ready to trade anything in his poor life in order to be yours.
Gilly – Gilly is know for “disarming” ladies, but it was a shock to him when you swooped into his heart and disarmed him. This young woman, too young for him comes and can out-do him in telling dirty jokes? Who are you? And you are playfully offering to arm-wrestle him, losing instantly. But he loves it, he feels like a teenager again, trying to show off infront of you. You have him wrapped around your finger and you don't even realise it. Other guys are teasing him in good fun, but when one day Coco jokes “you better act up brother or all the younger ones will steal her from under your old nose” Gilly laughs with him but it makes him think “oh shit…. I don’t wanna lose her to anyone”.
Coco – He was a little apprehensive at first about his feelings for you. You have less of an age difference with Letty than with him. He thinks that what he is feeling for you is wrong, even if you are a grown person. Coco always tried to stay away from the things that he cares for, it’s easier that way, he doesn't hurt anyone but only himself that way. You are precious to him, you care for him and Letty seems to like you. He already made all the guys in the club aware that he is interested in you and not to treat you badly. When members from other charters come and you are there, he makes sure to be near you or to keep an eye on you. You should be treated with the outmost respect and gentleness. Gentleness is a funny word for Coco; mainly because nothing in his life is, but he wants to learn it for you.
Angel – Angel stopped caring what other people think long time ago. He feels like he always has to prove himself to others and its never enough. So when you praise him, Angel can't even stop himself, he is floored. You think he is amazing, and you support him when he has a bad day. You are younger, but he feels like he has to look up to you. You are showing him the way of how to live life without being afraid of rejection. Angel thought he is brave, but he relearns the defenition of it when he is with you. He doesn't see the age gap between you as a boundary, because there is so much you bring to his life. And Angel wants for the first time in his life too repay that affection, he wants to make it his mission to worship you and elevate you. You are his guardian angel.
Ez – He hasn't been lucky in love, EZ knows he falls in love fast and hard, but with you he feels like he is falling even harder. Even though your age gap is not too big, he feels like you have whole life ahead of you, he doesn't want you to be tied to him. There is so much you could be doing, travelling, things that EZ cannot join you on. But he is aching for you to choose him over everything else, although he will never admit it, as it will be too selfish. It feels like his life is fixable when you are together and he doesn’t have to just survive anymore, with you he can live.
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𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐀 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 😭👻
I might make this into a longer fic, so let me know if that's something you'd like to read. 💗
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“We need to get out of here, and fast.”
You look at Taza in confusion as he snatches the cloth and disinfectant spray from you, guiding you out of the clubhouse, under the cover of darkness. This isn't the time for asking questions, but that doesn't stop you.
“Just tell me what's going on, Che!”
Taza covers your mouth with his hand, not wanting your cover to be blown, but it's too late. He's heard you, and seen you.
“Baby girl?”
Happy can't believe his eyes. He thought you were dead. He attended your funeral, he carried your coffin. None of this makes sense.
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Mount Shasta: Che 'Taza' Romero (NSFW)
Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Blizzard/Snowed In!
Warnings: M/M - NSFW
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It’s snowing outside, it’s been snowing for the past couple of days now. A blizzard, Taza calls it and Ben laughs because he’s survived a couple of Chicago winters and one in North Cali doesn’t quite compare.
The two of them are sequestered in a cabin up in Mount Shasta. It’s a spiritual place, one filled with myths and legends, ones that tie back to Taza and his heritage. It’s a place that he’s always wanted to visit but has never had the opportunity to until now.
Ben had booked it as a surprise for their one-year anniversary, Taza can’t believe that it’s been that long. He’s spent the best part of his life alone, hiding the reality of who he was and now he has a loving partner, one that the club accepts as a member of their own weird little family. For the first time in his life, he feels blessed, especially right now as he makes love to Ben in a California King with a set of French windows that overlook the snow covered forest.
It's beautiful how fucked out Ben looks underneath him; his skin is flushed with that pretty apricot hue he always gets when he’s right on the edge. His thighs tighten around Ben’s hips, taking his lover even deeper and Ben’s breathing hitches once again. His hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around Taza’s cock, jerking it slowly as Taza rocks languidly.
“Fuck Che.” Ben whispers, his head tipping back into the pillow as the euphoria rises up inside of him. “Fuck.”
He loves doing this to Ben, ruining him, drawing it out. His hand comes to rest on Ben’s, stilling his motions before their fingers entwine and he pins it to the mattress above his head. His lips brush over Ben’s, his thumb ghosting over the curve of his cheek.
“Not yet my love.” He murmurs, smiling into Ben’s mouth. “I haven’t thanked you enough yet.”
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Meet the Reaper 25
Alrighty. Here's the next bit. Another bit of filler, but it also gives a little more information on how the club has planned to take care of Megan in everything they can.
Do not copy or steal my work. This is the only place it's posted. Do not translate my work. Please DO reblog it. Our fandom is still active, but we're quiet. Let's make them a little less so.
Warnings: slight suggestive material. I don't remember cursing in here but I probably did. More foreshadowing, but it's my favorite literary device so you might as well get used to it.
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Back at the clubhouse, Megan grinned as she saw Tía Diana and Tessa waiting on the porch. Marcus laughed as he dismounted his bike, only to discover Tessa was headed for the Mustang to meet her prima. Taza grinned too. “We’re chopped liver as long as the princessas are together, Padrino.”
He smiled as Diana came to greet him with a kiss. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way, Brother.”
They spent a low key night in the clubhouse watching -mostly- kid safe movies. Megan and Tessa curled together on a couch with snacks as the men unwound by playing pool or just hanging out. By the time Diana and Marcus were ready to head back to Bishop’s for the night, the girls were fast asleep, curled together like puppies with Rex.
Hank chuckled and pulled out his phone to snap a picture. “That’s another one for her wall…”
Taza grinned. “I agree, ‘mano.” He looked to Marcus. “You sure you want to wake her? She could stay at the ranch for the night and give you two a night to yourself.”
Diana smiled. “Sorry, Taza. We’re going to head out early. Tessa has missed enough school already.”
He shrugged and grinned. “Well - I tried.”
Marcus chuckled a bit. “And we appreciate the thought,” he said before moving to gently wake Tessa.
As soon as Tessa moved when Marcus shook her gently, Megan’s eyes popped open and she was reaching for her holster.
“Easy, Poquito. Just me,” he soothed. “Time for Tessa and Diana to head out.”
Megan blinked rapidly to clear the sleep from her eyes and then relaxed. “Sorry Tío. Habit.”
He smiled and smoothed a hand over her hair. “You’re okay Bebita.” He tried again to wake Tessa only to be greeted by a whine as she buried her face in Megan’s hoody on her good side more.
Bishop laughed around the cigar he was smoking. “Looks like she’s officially out for the count, Primo.”
Megan smiled ruefully and squeezed her cousin a little tighter for a moment. “Are you guys leaving in the morning, Tía?” she asked without looking up.
“Sí. Time for the tiny princessa to go back to school.” Diana leaned over the back of the couch to press a kiss to the back of Megan’s head. “We’ll call from the road so that you two can make plans, okay?”
“Okay,” she smiled sleepily up at her aunt. “Be safe.”
Marcus scooped Tessa up and smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Poquito,” he promised as they headed out the door.
Chibs smiled at Megan from his barstool. “I do believe tha’s my que too, Princess. We’ll head back tomorrow too - but not early.” Tig and Venus had already slipped out earlier in the night. He stood and came to offer Megan a smile. “See ya tomorrow, Lass.”
“Night. Ride safe, Chibs.”
Back at the ranch after showers all around, they gathered in the living room to decompress a bit more. Hank had Megan sitting between his knees so that he could brush her hair out for her before bed while Taza relaxed in the recliner.
“That was a good catch today, Chica. What gave them away?” Taza asked.
Megan shrugged as well as she could. “They were just too interested in us to be bystanders. We always draw attention, but not like that. And then the lady showed up on that balcony and it didn’t feel right. I figured being the bubbly tourist was the safest bet. Worst case - they were L.O. and Adelita would laugh at me.”
Hank pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Either way, it was brilliant. Now - we just need to figure out who they actually were.”
Taza sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. “Most likely they were either feds or they belong to Galindo. Either one would have reason to have us followed.”
“If they were Galindo’s, they weren’t any that Luisa recognized,” Megan supplied. “She didn’t know their faces.”
“Most likely feds then. We’ll have to be extra careful about tails while Galindo is tied to them,” Hank mused as he continued to run the brush through Megan’s dark hair. “And you -” he tugged he head back to look at him. “You never carry contraband. Never. Don’t even touch it.” He kissed her forehead. “The rest of us can handle it.”
Taza nodded in agreement. “And if we’re ever caught - you know nothing about what we do. You play dumb. We’re just a M.C. Women in our world are never given details so they likely won’t think you have any. As far as the feds are concerned - you’re a cute mascot.”
Megan grimaced, but nodded. “I understand, Papa.”
“Good.” Hank looked at Taza. “And if we are caught and she’s with us - the lawyers go to Megan first. I don’t care how many of us are caught. We would have each other’s backs inside. She’d be alone.”
Taza nodded again. “That instruction has already been given, brother. Bishop and I handled it with the lawyers the other day.”
“And on that cheerful note - Bedtime,” Hank joked. “C’mon mi princessa. You’ve had a long day. Let’s go to bed.
Megan smiled and stood to go claim a cuddle from Taza. “Night Papa.”
“Sweet dreams, Sweet Chica. Maybe in the morning we can make sure your saddle fits like it should. You can’t ride, but we can fit it at least.” He kissed her forehead softly and smiled at the excited little noise that Megan gave.
Once in the bedroom with Rex in his dog bed, Hank watched Megan carefully for signs of pain. “How was it today, mi reina? I’m sorry I didn’t think to send your meds with Taza.”
Megan put her hair brush down on her dressing table and smiled at him in the mirror. “I was okay. The pain wasn’t anything like before when I wasn’t taking the pain relief.” She turned and moved to stand between his knees where he was perched on his footlocker at the end of the bed.
His hands automatically went to her waist where he could slip his thumbs under her sleep shirt to stroke her skin. “I’m glad. I worried all day, but Bishop said Taza would call if you needed them. We didn’t want to interrupt your fun if you really were alright.” He smiled. “Did you enjoy the fair?”
“We had lots of fun with the games. Papa won me a duckie. He’s in the car.”
Hank laughed. “He said you kicked ass at the shooting games though.”
Megan grinned at him and bit her bottom lip. “Maybe a little. There are more prizes with the duck in the trunk.”
He kissed her softly. “That’s mi reina.” He moved her back gently so that he could pull off his shirt and crawl into bed so that she could snuggle back against his chest the way she liked. Once they were settled he frowned a little. “I wish I could have gone to the rodeo with you. Taza said it was eye opening for him. I can only imagine what it would be like for me. I’ve never even been on a horse, let alone rode in anything like that.”
She looked up at him over her shoulder. “Really? Never?”
“Not in my memory. You’ll have to teach me to ride if you want me to go with you on the horses.”
She smiled a little and yawned as she snuggled closer. He draped his arm over her waist to hold her good hand and cradled her as close as he could. “I can do that. You’d do well with Trucker, I think. He’s big enough for you. And Papa says he’s steady. He didn’t even spook when he met Rex the first time. I think you’ll be okay on him.”
Hank chuckled. “Which one do you think you’ll ride most?” he asked curiously.
“Papa says Rocket. He’s the fastest. Sugar is sweet, but she’s slow and a little lazy. And Trucker and I would be okay, but with his size I’d look like an ant riding an elephant. He’s too wide for me to ride for any real length of time properly.” She closed her eyes and Hank moved to turn off the lamp that was their only light before settling back in to hold her. Megan yawned again. “Papa also said something about buying me a cutting horse to compete again. It might be fun to finally have my very own horse… To know that it was mine…”
Hank smiled as he listened to her drift off before he closed his eyes to join her.
The next morning, Hank woke up as Megan tried to sneak out of bed. Just before she got to the edge of the bed, he grabbed her gently and pulled her back in close. “Morning, Princessa. Where you going?” he asked with a rumble.
Megan jumped a little and giggled as she realized what was happening. She relaxed back into his bare chest easily. “Morning, Baby. I was going to TRY to get breakfast ready before you woke up.”
He smiled and nuzzled her neck, placing kisses on her skin. “Mmm but I like making breakfast with you.” His hands wandered a little, stroking the skin of her abdomen and hips.
“Mm. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to spoil you once in a while.” She melted, enjoying the feeling of his mouth and calloused hands on her skin. She pressed her hips back against his with a tiny whine.
He grinned and nibbled gently at the hinge of her jaw. “This is spoiling me, mi reina. How’s your pain level this morning?”
She shivered pleasantly and pressed entirely against him, feeling him hardening the more she wriggled. “A little achy, but not bad. I really think I could drop the sling…”
He pressed his whole hand below her navel with a chuckle. “Easy, Princessa. Don’t start that unless you want teased back.” He laughed again at the whine she let out. “Let me see if we can get you in to the doctor in Santa Madre today. You may be right about the sling.”
They both looked up as Taza knocked on the door frame of the cracked open door. “What might she be right about?”
“Good morning, Papa,” Megan said with a smile. “I was telling Hank that I think I’d be okay without the sling.”
Taza stepped inside and frowned. “You shouldn’t push yourself, Chica…”
“I know, Papa, but the pain is so much better without the cast. I went all day without pain relief yesterday and I’m not really hurting this morning either.” She smiled and wiggled until Hank released her so that she could sit up.
Hank pushed himself up to sit against the headboard and hastily arranged the blankets before he smiled. “I told her that we’d get the doc’s opinion in Santa Madre with an x-ray.”
“They said three weeks at the hospital and the Rez doctor said you weren’t healed enough to be without the sling yet…” Taza fretted.
“That was with the plaster cast, though. The soft cast is so much lighter and without my muscles spasming like they were I’ve felt so much better…”
Hank smiled as he watched Megan weedle her father. “An x-ray with the doc won’t do any harm, Taz. If she needs to stay in the sling, then she stays in the sling. But you know it’s driving her batshit.”
Taza winced. “Fine. Make the call.” He moved to sit in Megan’s reading chair. “You call. I’ll help Megan if she needs it.”
Hank smiled and nodded before pressing a kiss to the back of Megan’s head and going to the living room for his burner phone.
Megan smiled. “Can you braid my hair for me, Papa? I can get dressed after.”
“Of course, Chica. What are we doing today?”
A short while later, Taza and Megan exited the bedroom to find Hank sitting at the table on the phone. He was speaking Spanish as he absently rubbed Rex’s ears.
Without pausing, Megan pressed a kiss to his still sleep ruffled hair and went to the stove to start the coffee. Taza leaned in the doorway and watched as he held in a chuckle. Megan’s back was to Hank so she didn’t catch the double take he gave or notice him lose track of the conversation since it was in Spanish.
Taza had braided Megan’s hair into her tight warrior braids and then sat back as she fussed a bit over what to wear. Eventually, she’d settled on a white racerback tank top and her light washed skinny jeans that looked like the distressing machine had gone completely apeshit on them. She was completely covered, but it was also tighter than she normally wore. She had all plans of putting her leather jacket under her kutte the way Chibs did before they left the house.
Taza gave Hank a moment to allow his brain to reboot before he joined him at the table and jokingly threw a napkin in front of his brother. Hank shot him a glare before quickly wrapping up his call. He cleared his throat a bit. “All ready, Princessa?”
Megan finished setting up the percolator and turned to smile at them. “Yeah. Were you able to get an appointment.
The men looked at each other and chuckled. “We don’t need an appointment, Chica. We just needed to be sure the doctor would be in town. He sometimes has out of town deliveries to make,” Taza explained.
Hank grinned. “But, yes, mi amore, I got in touch. He’s in town today and we can see him whenever.”
“Oh good. I really want my arm back.”
Taza smiled. “We know, but you still will be limited with the soft cast.”
“But without the sling I can ride with y’all again. Or even drive my car.” She grinned. “And I can go back to work at the bar.”
Hank shook his head, grinning ruefully. “True enough, mi reina.” He stood. “I’ll go get dressed.” He winked at her. “Looks like we’re going South today.”
Taza and Megan made a quick breakfast og burritos while Hank changed. By the time they were all done eating, all three of their phones went off. Megan was closest and checked hers. “Templo tonight. Angel and EZ are headed South today too, so we’ll meet for an update after that. Also - Tía Diana left a text to say that they started back before sunrise this morning.”
Taza paused from loading the dishwasher and grabbed his. “The Scot says they’re leaving in about an hour. Want to stop by the clubhouse and say goodbye, Chica?”
“Yes, please. That means Venus is leaving too,” she said with a smile.
They gathered their gear and donned their kuttes before heading out to meet everyone at the clubhouse.
Hank kept a close eye on Megan on the way over, to see if she was having any anxiety over so many people leaving. She seemed to be calm and collected, but he kept a hand on her knee when he wasn’t shifting gears just in case.
Angel was the one who rolled open the gate for them to the clubhouse, but by the look of the pit - everyone was there. The Sons were standing on the porch in what looked like last discussions of plans with Bishop and Marcus. Once they got parked, Hank came around to open Megan’s door for her so that she and Rex could get out. He started towards the porch, but realized that Megan seemed to be lingering by the car as she fussed with Rex’s harness.
“All good, mi princessa?” he asked quietly.
Megan shot him a smile. “All good. Just don’t want to interrupt business…”
Hank grinned as Taza joined them. “Mi reina - you’re an officer. No business that you don’t know about.” Taza smiled too as realization passed over Megan’s face and she looked a bit sheepish.
“Ooops. I keep forgetting,” she grinned.
Taza laughed. “You’ll get there, Chica. C’mon. I know you want to say goodbye to Venus.”
They joined the group just as they stepped off the stairs.
“Well, good morning to you, Little Bit. Come to see us off?” Tig asked, ginning at her as his eyes lingered a little too long on her tight jeans that were just brushing the tops of her biker boots.
Venus smacked him in the stomach with the back of her hand before turning her own attention to Megan. “Good morning, Sweetheart. Feeling alright?” she asked, stepping forward for a hug.
Megan hugged the tall woman back. “Good morning. I’m fine. Not hurting as much. We’re actually going to see a doctor today about maybe being able to drop the sling.”
“Oh good. You let me know what they say. We’ll be on the bike, but I’ll text at rest stops.” She pulled back to smile at the younger woman and straightened the girl’s necklace for her.
“I will. I’ll miss you,” Megan said quietly.
“Psh. I’m only a phone call away. Call me anytime and I’ll start driving, Honey.”
Megan hugged her again. “Ride safe and say hello to Happy for me.” She grinned at Tig over Venus’s shoulder. “And you need to stop being lazy in the ring. It’s just making it harder on you.”
Tig laughed. “Oh. She bites this morning. When you’re all healed up, we’ll see who’s lazy in the ring.”
Chibs stepped forward. “It’ll still be you, Tiggy,” he drawled with a wink at Megan. “This lass’ll be a proper fighter.” He offered Megan a hug which she took. “We’ll be down in style for tha’ big party soon enough. Keep ya’self safe til’ then, alrigh’?”
Megan squeezed him around the middle gently. “I’ll be alright. Ride safe, Chibs.”
“You too, Lass.”
With a few final goodbyes, SAMCRO mouthed their bikes and headed back North.
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Mayans MC Season 5 Watch/Download
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Degrees of Separation (2)
Taza Romero x M!Reader
Summary: You transferred out of Yuma and into Santo Padre in a last-ditch attempt to outrun old ghosts and old problems. The small charter, located in an even smaller border-town, seemed like the perfect place to try and shake off everything that had happened to you so that you could start over. You were ready to live with your old secrets. But the deeper you get into the charter, the more you realize you may have simply traded in your old secrets for new ones, and this time you wouldn’t be going down for them alone.
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Warnings: language, alcohol, smoking
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: A couple cameos from some household faves. I’m so excited to set things up nicely so we can really go through all the angst together, y’all. Thanks for coming along for the ride! xo
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Days turned into weeks, and neither you nor Taza had brought up the conversation from the party that night. Some days you wondered if it had even happened at all, or if you’d just imagined it. Every now and then you’d find yourself looking over at him and he’d already be looking at you, an expression on his face that you couldn’t quite discern. It wasn’t an angry look, or a sad one, but it wasn’t particularly happy, either. And you didn’t know him anywhere near well enough to try and figure out what that was all about.
Bishop dismissed everyone from Templo with the exception of Taza and Hank. It wasn’t uncommon for the heads of the table to hang back after a meeting. Normally you wouldn’t give it a second thought. But you noticed the way that all three of them watched you as you got up to leave with the rest of the men at the table. You kept a straight face, not wanting to show that it was a little nerve-wracking, but it wasn’t easy.
Sliding the Templo door shut behind you, you let out a small sigh of relief. You were shaking your head at yourself as you made your way towards the bar. The thoughts that were beginning to swirl around your brain were cut off by Creeper’s voice as he popped up next to you.
“Don’t worry about it.”
You looked over at him, confused, “What?”
He shook his head, “Don’t worry about it. You’ve been here about a month, right?” he shrugged when you nodded, “You handle business and keep your mouth shut. Nobody has an issue with you. That’s all they’re gonna say when Bishop asks what they think about you staying here.”
There was something reassuring about the matter-of-fact way he made the statement. The two of you didn’t talk too much, but to be fair Creeper didn’t seem like an overly chatty guy. You did notice that he still had made a point over the last few weeks to check in with you a couple times. He seemed to be like you in the way that he tended to watch everything that was unfolding around him.
You finally managed to get yourself to respond to his statement, “Thank you.”
He nodded. “No problem.” He clapped you on the shoulder before heading towards the pool table.
Part of you wanted to linger, to see what the three men looked like when they walked back out of Templo. But the other part of you couldn’t bear to just sit around and wait. Instead, you slipped out the clubhouse door and started to make your way towards your bike. Throwing your leg over, you got situated as you clipped your helmet on. You were just about to start it up and take off when you heard a whistle come from the clubhouse steps.
Looking back over your shoulder, you saw Taza making his way to you. You inadvertently tensed up, worried that he was bearing bad news of some kind. He seemed relaxed enough, and you hoped that was a good sign.
“All good?” you asked as he stopped beside your bike.
He nodded. “Yea. Wasn’t expecting you to head out so fast.”
“You guys need—”
“No,” he shook his head, “just wanted to run something by you.”
You nodded. “Alright. What’s up?”
“That run next week?” he paused, “You want in on it?”
Your eyes widened, not expecting that to be the offer. It was going to be the first fairly large run since you transferred, and you would’ve understood if you were told to stay back. You weren’t going to argue the offer to go with them though.
You nodded. “Yea, for sure.”
“Good,” Taza smiled, “because if I get stuck on the road with Angel again someone’s gonna have to run interference.”
The days leading up to the run were busy but organized. Truth be told you were glad that you were going to be able to be on your bike instead of stuck in the back of a supply truck for hours on end. It probably wouldn’t always be the case, but you would take the win while you could. It was different being on this side of it all, as opposed to when you were in Yuma where you were the next to last stop for everything that was being transported. Now you were at the start of the supply chain. You felt the difference in pressure. No one else seemed all that nervous, which was the only thing that was reassuring to you.
It'd been a long but smooth day of riding. The handoff went smoothly, and quickly, but it was still too late in the day to turn around and head back home. And, judging by the look of everyone, no one really wanted to do that anyway. Everyone was looking forward to keeping their feet on solid ground for a bit, getting a few hours of sleep even if that sleep was in a cheap hotel room.
Most of the guys hopped off their bikes and headed straight for their hotel rooms. It was pretty clear that it was going to be cheap takeout for dinner, and whatever beer Angel grabbed a case of from the gas station a couple buildings down. Everything was so relaxed and that was difficult for you to adjust to.
You were sitting at the edge of the concrete curb outside your hotel room door. You propped your elbows against your knees, cigarette between your fingers as the smoke curled from it up against the dingy lights above you. It was quiet enough outside that you could hear the various televisions inside the rooms on the first floor.
You heard the sound of gravel crunching underneath someone’s feet and looked up to see Angel, case of beer hanging from one hand. He gestured to it. “Want one?”
You shrugged, nodding, “Sure.”
He set the case down and ripped it open with ease before lofting one of the bottles to you. You said thank you before popping the cap off against the edge of the curb. Angel watched you, and you were waiting for whatever comment he was going to make.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say more than three words at a time, man,” Angel chuckled.
You laughed, “No?”
Angel rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “Yea, like that.”
You took a sip of your beer. “Guess I just haven’t had that much to say.”
He laughed. “Yea, sure,” he opened a beer for himself, “if you say so.” With that, he picked up the case of beer and continued on towards his room.
You heard the sound of one of the doors opening and turned around to see who it was. Taza walked out of his room, no kutte on, looking tired but relaxed. Angel gestured towards the case of beer that was tucked under his arm and Taza chuckled, taking one as he walked by. You wondered if he was going to head into one of the other rooms, if he had business to discuss with Bishop. Instead, he lowered himself down and sat next to you.
You held out your pack of cigarettes, wordlessly offering one to him. He shook his head, opting to take a sip of his beer instead. Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, just enjoying the semi-silence of the night. Everything seemed so still after the constant movement of the day. You felt Taza’s eyes on you as you tapped the ashes off the end of your cigarette. You felt like he wanted to say something, or that maybe you should be saying something, but you didn’t know what.
“Are we good?” you finally looked head-on at him, finding him still staring at you.
He nodded, expression not faltering in the slightest. “We’re good,” he paused, “Is there a reason you think that we shouldn’t be?”
You shook your head. “No. I just,” you sucked in a deep breath, not quite sure if getting into this conversation was worth it or not, “what you said before…we never talked about it.”
He turned back to looking up at the stars, “Didn’t think that there was anything to talk about.”
There was something in the ease with which he sat with you that made you feel better, even if it was only a little bit. You took another drag from your cigarette. “Right. Well. Thank you.”
He took a long drink from the bottle in his hand. “We all have each other’s backs here.”
“I see that,” you looked down at the beer bottle that was on the ground in front of you, “It’s a good feeling. Still, uh, still feels like I’m getting used to it sometimes,” you nodded back towards the doors behind you, “Angel called me out for not talking much,” you chuckled, “Guess I didn’t think it was all that noticeable.”
“That’s because Angel never shuts up,” Taza joked.
You nodded, laughing, “I guess that’s fair.” You paused to snub the last of your cigarette out beneath your boot. “I’ve been on the outside of shit for a long fucking time,” you picked up your beer bottle, “and I guess it’s a tough habit to break.”
Taza nodded. “I get that.” He shifted slightly, the outside of his leg pressing just barely against yours. “It gets easier, though.”
You glanced down and couldn’t help but notice how neither of you pulled away. You wondered if he even noticed. You tried not to stare as you nodded. “I hope so.”
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❜ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐒 ❛
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Angel Reyes x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC), Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC), Miguel Galindo x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC)
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 27.1k
𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: August 13, 2022
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 15/? (eleven chapters, four drabbles)
𝐊𝐄𝐘
† - nsfw
∞ - author favorite
✎ - director’s cut
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
“𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨/𝐎𝐜” (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟏)
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐬𝐦, 𝟐.𝟖𝐤 - During a run-of-the-mill drop, the Mayans and Gabriella are gifted with an unpleasant surprise.
𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨, 𝟐.𝟗𝐤 - The Mayans and Gabriella have a tense meeting with Miguel Galindo. Ezekiel finds himself with a newfound crush. ∞
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝟐.𝟖𝐤 - Alvarez finally makes it to Santo Padre, and Ezekiel and Gabriella connect a little more.
𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝟐.𝟗𝐤 - Gabriella deals with how much someone from her past has changed, and Miguel holds a rather bloody event in his pew.
𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝟑.𝟖𝐤 - Ezekiel’s cousin KJ pays him a unexpected visit. Angel and Gabriella bring the prospect in on their secret affairs.
“𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐃𝐳𝐞𝐜” (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟐)
𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭, 𝟑.𝟐𝐤 - The MC goes on the search for some answers on a new possible threat.
𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝟐.𝟕𝐤 - The Rebels go through with their plan, leaving Miguel to turn to the Mayans for some much needed help.
𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝟐.𝟒𝐤 - In the search for his son’s whereabouts, Miguel’s rage boils over.
"𝐁𝐮𝐡𝐨/𝐌𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧" (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟑)
𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟑.𝟎𝐤 - Gabriella’s lying rubs a certain someone the wrong way. KJ makes a surprise visit. The Mayans set up a meeting at the San Buho Casino.
𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟎.𝟗𝐤 - KJ makes his rounds.
𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝟏.𝟓𝐤 - The Mayans head to the San Buho Casino.
𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒
𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝟎.𝟐𝐊) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐬𝐦
☄. *. ⋆ A little glimpse into Ezekiel’s head when he meets Gabriella.
𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝟎.𝟐𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬
☄. *. ⋆ Marcus and Gabriella mourn together.
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝟎.𝟔𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
☄. *. ⋆ Gabriella meets Miguel.
𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝟎.𝟖𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
☄. *. ⋆ Gabriella confronts Miguel.
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀/𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒 ✧.*
𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞™ || 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞™ || 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞™ || 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞™ || 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋'𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞™ || 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈™ || 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚™ || 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞™
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 || 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 || 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒/𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐓𝐀𝐆
© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚
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HOW MANY SHOTS … Men of Mayans M.C. Edition.
Ladies, this is me traveling back in time to season 2. I refuse to acknowledge anything past the VM Mess.
Also, this started as How Many Shots, but then full moon happened and wine helped. So here we are.
Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa: there was enough raspberry vodka involved to fully unleash my inner brat
Smirk King with the Biggest Flex and enough machismo to talk you into going home with him about two hours after you two met in a bar.
Swagger Personified owns a bedroom with a full-length mirror on.every.wall and the ceiling above the bed. He’s a narcissistic little shit like that, but it’s OK because you get to watch his fantastic fucking forearms as he spanks the sass out of you.
Good Dios de los Mayans, those forearms…
And all the dirty talk under the Sun
“Look in that mirror, querida, you’re such a dripping fucking mess, sprawled on a stranger’s bed with absolutely no shame. You’re in big trouble now. Nah, don’t be moaning now. I see you, see how you need my cock to get you out of this sticky situation”
Growls as he comes {OK, might also look like an unbalanced werewolf at the time, but that’s beside the point. If that’s not your kink then just close your eyes and focus on the sounds}
Che ‘Taza’ Romero: 2 glasses of rum for my stage fright
During full moon in the orchard behind Vicky’s place, in the bed of his truck while Lynyrd Skynyrd's Voodoo Lake plays softy in the background. Those are my terms.
Simultaneously the dirtiest and most sensual lay of your life
Missionary man at heart, but after the first round will just lay back and enjoy the view of your boobs bouncing as you ride him in the moonlight.
All the praises and assurances murmured against every.accessible.inch of your skin.
Loves when you grip his throat and choke him when he’s getting close. Will whimper for you to do it HARDER.
Comes with a soft gasp.
Marcus ‘Él Padrino’ Álvarez: half a bottle of wine, to conveniently forget he’s married and Izzy knows how to handle a shotgun
Probably in a out-of-the-way cabin somewhere in the woods, with a fireplace and a hot tub out back
El Rein de Foreplay, either pulls you onto his lap to watch the stars from the back porch and uses that to reduce your higher brain functions to needy, whimpering throbbing mess as he uses his hands to massage your neck and back.
Or
Insists on slow-dancing in front of the fireplace, which WILL turn into a sloppy, mutual strip-dancing session and both of you collapsing onto the couch in a fit of giggles.
Best.Tongue.Game in the Mayans Nation
He will hold your hands with nothing but reverence, gently caress your neck, as he calls you the dirtiest, filthiest, most arousing names in the book; in four languages
Possesses more than an adequate ability to hit your factory reset until you go from “Make me” to “How can I help you, sir?”
Never passes an opportunity to playfully smack your ass when you get up from the bed to make him that bloody sandwich, but hey, the man did earn it.
Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza: None. But I’ll take that triple espresso so I don’t drift off during the amazing full-body massage I’ll make him unleash on my body.
You just know he’s itching to let his inner romantic out to play, the rose petals, the candles - so just please shut up and endure. For his benefit.
The man needs all the affection and praise in the world. Even though he will deny it.
Might need to tie him up, so he’s got no choice but to just lie there and enjoy himself for once.
His stroke game is an intoxicating mix of dominance and gentleness
Not a big talker, but his moans tell you all you need to know
Ángel Reyes: A gallon of disinfectant for him
*There ain’t no way I’d go spelunking in that hazmat situation
Homeboy needs a raincoat and not Galindo kind.
Seems to think Steel Panther’s ‘Party like it’s the end of the world’ is appropriate bedroom anthem
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Mayans MC
The club + others
Coming soon
Ezekiel 'Ez' Reyes
Imagine: Finding out Ez is seeing someone
Imagine: Patching Ez up after a fight
Imagine: Seeing your ex again
Imagine: Getting help from Ez and Felipe
Imagine: Ez helping you out
Headcanon: Ez when his partner is expecting
Headcanon: Ez when his partner is on their period
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Angel Reyes
Coming soon
Obispo 'Bishop' Losa
Coming soon
Marcus 'El Padrino' Alvarez
Coming soon
Che 'Taza' Romero
Coming soon
Neron 'Creeper' Vargas
Coming soon
Hank 'Tranq' Loza
Coming soon
Johnny 'Coco' Cruz
Coming soon
Leticia "Letty" Cruz
Coming soon
Gilberto 'Gilly' Lopez
Coming soon
Miguel Galindo
Coming soon
Emily Galindo
Coming soon don't expect much lmao
Stephanie 'Nails'
Coming soon
Luisa 'Adelita' Espina
Coming soon
Gabriela 'Gaby' Castillo
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For the ask game!: 🕯, 🍉, 🥒
🕯️- share a scene in your latest wip
Ok, so this is a little clip from my WIP, The Broken Poet, which is the fic I worked on most recently!
Before you could think better of it, you asked him, “So, I would imagine that Letty’s dad is also a Mayan?” Taza nodded briefly. “That explains a lot,” you chuckled, and Taza grinned. You were taken aback by how much his face changed when he smiled. He looked lighter, younger, kinder. “Which would probably make you… not actually her uncle?” you inquired innocently.
“She is not related to me by blood,” he disclosed. “But she is family.”
You nodded definitively, but your voice was quieter when you spoke. “I understand how that goes.”
But then Taza was no longer looking at you, instead eyeing your bookshelf again. He stood slowly, almost as if he was trying not to startle you, and came to stand beside your chair, his ringed fingers gliding over the bookshelf. He towered so far over you from your seated position that you were compelled to stand. Out of your periphery, you saw a smile on Taza’s face as his fingers tapped one book in particular: Why the Bat Has Short Legs & Other Apache Legends.
“You’ve read this?” Taza asked.
“Many times,” you confessed, a sentimental smile on your lips. He looked over at you, his expression difficult to read. He turned to face you completely and you flushed under his scrutiny.
“Would you like to get a drink with me?” he asked, and your lungs stuttered behind your ribcage. Your brain seemed to have given up on functioning and words escaped you. Your fingers tugged apprehensively at a strand of your hair as you nodded.
“Yes. I’d like that,” you managed to force out. A wide smile took up residence on Taza’s face and you couldn’t help but be a little dazzled by it.
🍉- favorite character/story trope
Okay, this is going to sound incredibly cliche, but one of my favorites is the *~*oh no, there's only one bed*~* 😂 it's just so overdone and wonderful and it exists in like every fandom haha. I also really love enemies to lovers tropes and coffee shop AUs.
🥒 - what is a writing style/AU/trope you would like to try out?
So, like the above, I would love to write a coffee shop AU, maybe for Mayans, but I'm also trying to branch into fanfic for other shows I really love, like Longmire, Criminal Minds, and some others. I also have a very consistent *cough*wordy*cough* writing style and I love to change it up and push myself to write in a manner that's more concise and like, staccato, I guess?
Thank you for the asks! Definitely helped spark a little creativity today! 💖
#asked and answered#crowfoot writes answers#complete-nonsequitur#drabbles-mc#mayans mc#mayans fx#mayansmc#taza romero imagine#taza romero x fem!reader
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It’s About the Acceptance
Pairing: bi!Taza Romero x bi!Reader (Reader is described to have breasts, but no gender/pronouns are mentioned, and no description of race or body type is mentioned(please let me know if i missed anything))
Summary: “Pain is different for everybody, but I understand how hard this can be, how hard it is to lose someone over things outside of your control. But I’m here with you, until the end of time, mi sol. You’re who you are for a reason, and I love every bit of who you are.”
Word Count: 2k
Gif made by me
Warnings: angst, talks of homophobia, but taza comes to the rescue being very soft and encouraging, lots of emotions, lots of love
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Once again, Santo Padre delivers another heat wave, the sun above shining down and scorching its people. The little wind that does pass through just picks up dirt and sand, making it difficult to breathe without coughing. Luckily, you’re not outside - anymore. Spending your off day tending to the ranch had you working up a sweat and bordering on heat exhaustion. Now that you’re finally inside, you’re peeling off the sports bra you’ve come to regret putting on this morning, and switching your jean shorts for looser, more comfortable ones. However, just because you’re inside doesn’t mean you don’t still have things to do.
You’ve decided just that morning that you were going to reorganize the various bookshelves around the house. What with the spotty wi-fi and an older-than-most TV, it gives you something to entertain yourself until Taza gets home. The two bookshelves in your bedroom were easy, it was mostly dusting and rearranging the few pictures, memento’s, and a collection of children’s books your mother had since she was a child that she passed down to you (despite most of them having the binding broken and a missing page or two, you insist on keeping them for the memories).
It’s while you’re in the process of sorting through the shelves in the living room that you see a photo album (a scrapbook is more accurate) you had made a few years ago. To be totally honest, you’d forgotten about it. It blends in with the other books so well that it’s hard to recognize it at first glance. You’re filled with a rush of happiness as you run your fingers over the cover, the memories in this album were the best of the best, things you wouldn’t have changed for the world. You decide then that the assortment of items scattered across the floor can wait to be put back in their places.
Sitting comfortably on the couch, your legs are folded underneath you and the book lays on the cushions. Thumbing idly through the pages, you smile at some of the pictures and laugh at others, your heart expanding at every memory that comes flooding back. You’re only about ten pages in when you hear footsteps making their way down the hall. Mildly alarmed, you spin your head around and jump slightly. Taza’s presence nearly right behind you had startled you, but you’re thankful it was him and not an intruder.
“What is all this, mi alma?” He nods his head towards the mess on the floor and then the empty bookshelves, and you giggle.
“I’m organizing, obviously,” You smile up at him, and it widens when he shakes his head.
“Well, you seem to have gotten distracted then,” Taza chuckles softly, his hand coming to rest on the back of your head so he can lean down and place a gentle kiss on your forehead. “What are you looking at?” Again, he nods to the book next to you.
“Oh!” You gasp, turning back to it and lifting it so your Old Man can see the pages. “I made this scrapbook when I was twenty, it holds some of my favorite memories.” Glancing down towards the album, your smile softens. A picture of you at twelve years old reading to your baby cousins fills your body with joy.
Taza smiles down at you, he’s always happy as long as you are. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” He asks, he’s never looked through the book, the occasion just hasn’t come up, but he’s more than happy to look back on your childhood and teen years with you.
“Sure,” You say, voice soft as you look up at him with a glimmer in your eyes. Taza moves around the couch to sit next to you and you place the book on your thighs so he can see.
You’ve talked to Taza about your friends growing up, and now that he’s able to put faces to the names, he somehow understands those stories and anecdotes a little better now. Thirty pages into the book and there’s a collage of pictures of you and your best friend Megan. You’re both about fourteen in the photos, the clothes you’re wearing and the odd poses make that very clear.
You’re barely able to register the pictures when Taza asks, “Who is that?” You can tell he’s curious, and as you turn to look at him, your throat closes, mouth impossibly dry. You know you can trust him, you trust him with your life, and, logically, you know he would never judge you. That doesn’t mean that telling someone for the first time that you’re not straight isn’t a little scary. But, you suck it up and figure that this is as good a time as any.
“She..” You voice trails off, and you look back down at the photos with a sad smile. “She was my best friend, ever since we were twelve we were inseparable and insufferable.” Chuckling softly, the page gets turned and another picture of you and Megan, this time in the matching outfits you wore on your first day of high school, sits in the middle.
It’s his sixth sense, Taza can quickly pick up on your mood changes, and your mood seems to have changed drastically. So, he decides to try and lighten your spirits with his next comment, “You definitely look like you got into some trouble.” He smiles when he’s able to pull a laugh from you.
“Oh, definitely. But everyone around us was just jealous of the fun we were having, I’m sure of it.” Your smile widens a little and you look back up to Taza, who’s already looking at you. And you know what he’s about to ask, so you decide to beat him to the punch. “I know I haven’t talked to you about her, it’s a little bit of a… sore topic.” Smiling weakly at him, you glance down to where his hand envelops one of yours.
Breathing deeply, your eyes meet his again, and the absolute love and care he has for you causes a twinkle in his eyes. It’s a beautiful sight, truly. His hand squeezes yours, and you think that it’s now or never. “We were friends for what felt like forever, we clicked immediately. There were always sleep overs and we’d go on spring break vacations together with our families. She was my best friend. She was one of the few people I was so sure would be in my life forever. But-” You cough slightly, a weak attempt at covering up the quiver in your voice.
Taza’s hand squeezes yours again, gently encouraging you to continue. “She moved away when we were seventeen, it was a sudden change, neither of us knew it was coming. But, her family found out that I was bisexual. I’d known since I was thirteen that I wasn’t like the other girls at my school, and I’d told Megan all about it. She was the first person I felt comfortable with to share that with.”
Another gently encouraging squeeze and a tear runs down your cheek that your boyfriend is quick to thumb away. “When we were fifteen, she finally felt comfortable enough with herself to come out to me, and I was happy for her. I knew how hard it was to figure out who I truly was and she was there, by my side with me for it. So I was going to be there for her. The only problem was that her parents, they-” You cough again and sniffle, your eyes never faltering from Taza’s gaze. “Her parents weren’t the most understanding nor loving people. To this day I don’t know how they found out but, when we were sixteen, they got word that I wasn’t straight and they forbade Megan from speaking to me ever again.”
Your man places a soft kiss to your forehead, and you find the courage to continue with the story. “Of course, we still hung out, we just had to be careful about anyone seeing us and it getting back to her parents. But when we were seventeen, they found out Megan was gay. It wasn’t pretty, Megan wouldn’t even tell me the extent of the blow out they had, all she would tell me was that they blamed me. They said that my queerness ‘tainted’ her, it was my fault that their daughter wasn’t as ‘perfect’ as she should have been.”
Sniffling again, your voice shakes a little, “The last time I saw her was the night of their fight, she came to my house, sobbing. She didn’t know what she was going to do, if her parents would kick her out, disown her, or worse. I remember how I hugged her the tightest I’d ever hugged anyone. I remember how she cried into my shoulder, and how I tried and tried to calm her down, to comfort her. But then..” Taza kisses your forehead again, and you lean your head into his to envelop yourself into his warmth.
“I didn’t hear from her again. I found out a week later that she had moved to another state, but no one would tell me where. Her parents changed her number, put her in a strict private school and then shipped her off to a Catholic University, they uprooted her entire life because they saw me as the person that ruined their family, their child.” You sigh, you feel almost freer, like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders ever so slightly. “So, I haven’t talked to her since. I don’t know where she is, if she’s okay, if she’s happy. She was my best friend, she was the first person to truly accept me and love me for who I was, and I can’t shake the feeling that I did ruin her life. If only I wasn’t gay, if only they hadn’t found out, if only we listened when her parents told her not to talk to me.”
Face smushed into Taza’s, you let out a shaky breath and squeeze his hand to let him know that you’re finished, that you’ve released all the emotions that you’re willing to let go of today. Your man rests his chin atop your head, tears of his own falling down his cheeks because he knows, he knows how it feels to lose someone you love just because you’re a little different.
It’s silent for several minutes, both of your bodies entangled with the scrapbook pushed to the side, one of Taza’s hand clutches yours while his other rubs your back in soothing circles. You’ve calmed down drastically, your entire soul is bared to this man, your entire, true self, and you’re happy for it. Your man lets out a deep sigh before he’s pressing a kiss to the top of your head, and then he’s speaking with a calm, reassuring tone. “The first man I’ve ever truly loved was taken from me too. Somewhat similar to yours, but he ended up dead, killed because of who and how he loved.”
You tilt your head back so you’re looking at Taza, and muster up a smile, one of understanding, one of encouragement. A kiss is placed to his forehead this time and it pulls a quiet laugh from his chest. “Pain is different for everybody, but I understand how hard this can be, how hard it is to lose someone over things outside of your control. But I’m here with you, until the end of time, mi sol. You’re who you are for a reason, and I love every bit of who you are.”
Both yours and Taza’s cheeks are wet. You’ve stopped crying, leaving your eyes a light shade of red and your faces a little warm. Everything is quiet in the house except for your breathing, a sense of calm and love surrounds you both. Everything feels right in the world, for once you’re able to give all of yourself to someone, it’s freeing. “I love you too, Taza. Every bit of you.”
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Hell of a Night: Che 'Taza' Romero
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Companion piece to The Wall
It’s late when Taza turns up at Ben’s door, almost two in the morning but he knows the other man’s still awake. The light’s on in his lounge. Taza sits in the driveway on his bike and stares at the front door.
It’s been a hell of a night. One of the worst he’s had in a long time. He can still see the look in that kid’s eyes, that terrified stare as the light died out and his grip on his hand slackened. Taza can’t get the image out of his head. The taste of copper and cordite, still sits on his tongue, the sound of the gunshot echoing in his ears.
He feels numb right now, hollowed out.
He raps his knuckles against Ben’s door, listening to the sound of his footsteps as he approaches. He almost changes his mind, almost turns away but then Ben opens the door and something inside of Taza just breaks because he’s still got a dead kid’s blood on his shirt. He just hasn’t realised it until now.
That kid, all he wanted a better life, for him, for the brother he came over The Wall with. It had ended with a bullet to the chest the minute he had stepped foot on US soil because the Reed Coalition couldn’t have that. They’d killed a kid because their hate ran so fucking deep, they didn’t even see him as a human anymore, he was just an animal to them, something to be put down.
“I was at The Wall tonight.” Taza chokes out before gesturing at staining on his shirt. “There was a kid…”
Taza turns his head away, his eyes stinging.
“I don’t know why I came here.”
“Che.” Ben says his name softly, his hand capturing Taza’s before he can turn away, before he can flee. “Come inside. Let’s talk about it.”
“What if I don’t want to talk?” Taza asks, stepping into Ben’s proximity. He looks into his eyes and Ben can see the anguish in them, the suffering. He would do anything to take away that feeling, to stop the pain because he knows what that’s like to drown under the weight of tragedy. “What if I just want to forget for a while?”
Ben’s thumb ghosts along the line of his jaw and Taza exhales, savouring the touch. The sensation, it grounds him, anchors him back in the moment. There’s such a tenderness in this man, such empathy and understanding.
“We can do that too.” Ben whispers, his lips brushing over Taza’s. “I’m here, whatever you need.”
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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 13
First things first - I'm terrified to be putting this up. It's my first attempt at anything passed make-out sessions. Please be gentle about it. And as always - don't steal my shit.
Warnings: nightmare, 18+ scene, cursing, talk of guns and weapons. Let me know if I missed anything please.
A few hours later, Hank startled awake as the dog nudged him with his nose. He started to get up when he realized that Rex wasn’t going to the door. Instead he was looking at Megan. Hank realized that he had been so tired from the day, he’d slept through what sounded like the beginning of a major nightmare from Megan.
He quickly reached to soothe her as he heard a muffled scream from her throat. “Easy, mi princessa. Easy. I’m here.” He eased her over onto her back so that she could feel him easier and he could stop her from hurting herself in her thrashing as he shifted to kneel between her knees. He braced his hands on her waist to keep her from rolling onto her bad side. “Wake up, Megan. Wake up, baby. You’re safe. I’m here. You’re safe with me.” He gave her a little shake, hoping to jar her awake a bit, but the nightmare had a strong hold on her.
Megan tossed her head and reached with her free arm whimpering as she tried to move the other one.
He looked around and saw Rex watching from the floor. “Rex, come.” He patted the bed for the big dog, who jumped up. He moved over and put himself on Megan’s good side before encouraging Rex to lay across her legs and waist. Once the dog was steadying her, Hank moved to stroke her face and neck gently. “It’s just a dream, Princessa. I’m right here. Shhh. Easy, baby. Wake up for me.”
Megan’s eyes opened suddenly and she sobbed out a breath before reaching for him again.
He pressed his forehead to hers gently and let her cling to him. “Shh. Easy, mi Princessa. I’m right here. You’re safe, baby. Nothing’s getting through me.” Rex whined a bit. “Or Rex. He’s here too, baby. We’ve got you.”
Megan nodded as she worked to control her panic. She pressed her hand to his chest feeling his heartbeat and breathing as she sobbed.
He moved up to cradle her close and let her calm against his bare chest. When she curled into him, Rex moved up to support her back. Sandwiched between the two of them, Megan slowly calmed. Her breath evened out and she snuggled close. “Sorry.”
“You’re okay, mi amore. We’ve got you,” he whispered gently. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Megan shook her head. “It hasn’t changed.”
Rex licked her ear gently before laying his head down behind hers.
Megan giggled and whispered, “Good dog.”
Hank reached over her to pet him. “Yes, he is.” He laid back down and kissed her gently. “Think you can sleep again? Or should I get the book?”
Megan yawned. “Can we just… stay like this awhile?”
He cradled her close and stroked her hair out of her face before kissing her deeply, but gently. “Of course, mi amore. Rest. We’ve got you.”
Megan slowly relaxed in his arms and he watched as she fell back asleep. He smiled a little, but didn’t dare move for fear of her waking back up. One glance at the close on what used to be his nightstand and was now Rex’s, showed that it wouldn’t be long before she woke up anyway. Better that she get all the sleep she could.
A few hours later, Rex nudged Hank again before going to the door. This time, he did need out. “Alright buddy, I’m coming.” He tried to disentangle himself from Megan, but she woke up. “Easy, mi princessa. Just taking Rex out. Go back to sleep,” he tried.
Megan whined and stretched before sitting up. “‘Kay. Let’s go.” SHe slid out of bed slowly and slipped her feet into the flip flops he bought her for the beach.
He chuckled and stood to put on his slides while she clipped the leash to Rex’s collar.
They took him out and let him do his business before heading back inside. The coffee shop was just opening in the lobby as they passed it, Megan slowed down. “Want a cup? Papa and the tíos won’t be up yet.”
Hank smiled. “Sure, mi reina. Let’s get a cup. We can charge it to the room.”
They went to the counter and Hank ordered for them. Black coffee for him. Coffee with cream and three sugars for Megan.
“And - a puppichino for the puppy dog…” the female barista said with a wink.
Megan giggled and held the cup of whipped cream down for Rex. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome!”
They took their coffee and walked back to the suite. It was early. Very early. The sun hadn’t started to rise quite yet. Megan found a door off the common room that led to a balcony overlooking the desert and took Rex out there. Hank detoured to their room to pull the comforter off the bed. He joined Megan on the balcony and wrapped her gently in the comforter before standing behind her. He held her back against his chest and kissed her temple as they watched the sun begin to rise.
“A new day,” she said.
He smiled. “A new day, mi amore. Today, you start something new. Are you anxious?”
“A little. This helps.” She leaned back against him a little more.
“Good. It’s supposed to.” He kissed her temple again. “Nothing has to change, mi amore. Not with the club. Not with the family. All this does is mean we can stick closer together. You can come on runs. Know everything and be right with us no matter what, and no one can say shit. Not Galindo, not the Irish, not anyone.” He rocked them gently back and forth. “That’s all any of this has to mean, baby. I can handle everything else when it comes down to it.”
“And if I want it to be more?” Megan asked. “If I want to help you, help the club?”
“Then you do, mi reina. But only on your own terms. Your papa and I will make sure of that. Everything is on your terms.” He nuzzled her ear and neck. “I promise you.”
“I trust you.” She tugged his hand inside the blanket he had wrapped around her and placed it against her skin where her tank top had ridden up above her sweats.
“Good girl.” He kissed her neck gently and pressed her closer. “You look absolutely beautiful right now, Princessa. You have no idea.” He pressed himself against her back. “I love you, mi reina.”
Megan sucked in a breath and turned her head to meet his eyes. “Hank?”
“Yes, mi amore. Yes. I said it. I love you.” He leaned his forehead against hers.
Megan’s eyes teared and she kissed him softly. “I love you too. So much.”
He smiled and kissed her back. He let her turn into him so that she was facing him and kissed her again, sliding an arm around her waist and holding her as tight as her cast and sling allowed. His other hand cradled her neck and face, guiding her to kiss him deeper.
When he sensed her getting short of breath, he guided his kisses across her jaw and down her neck to nibble and gently suck a mark on her neck where it met her good shoulder as she moaned softly in his ear.
He chuckled and nudged her chin up with his nose so he could press more kisses there. “That’a girl,” he whispered as he gently nibbled under her ear. He felt her nails against the small of his back as she tried desperately to pull herself closer to him.
He walked himself backwards, tugging her along, to sit on the patio couch, pulling her to sit astride him. He kissed her again and felt her hops press into his, making his breath catch.
The rising sun highlighted her dark hair and as the blanket fell, he caught glimpses of her skin through her thin white tank top. The yellowing bruises made him pause.
Megan moaned softly again and it snapped him back to the pleasant feeling of the woman he loved on top of him. His hands shift to her hips, pressing her tight against his own, but allowing her to move at her own pace as she rocked against him. He stoked the skin over her low slung sweats with his thumbs encouragingly. “Good girl, mi Princessa.” He kissed her deeply again as her hand ran through his hair to cup the back of his neck as her hips rocked.
Megan whimpered a moan, causing him to groan into the kisses. One of his hands shifted to her lower back under her clothes to guide her motions and support ehr as her back arched. He kissed down her neck again to place wet kisses across her cleavage. “Mmm. That’a girl. Does that feel good, Princessa?” He chuckled against her skin as she nodded, too breathless to speak. “Good.” He sucked another mark at the top of her breast as he guided her rock against him a little harder and faster. She moaned and threw her head back at the increase in pressure. “There you go, amore. Are you close?” He lowered his head to suck gently at a hardened nipple through her shirt.
Megan whined softly and Hank took that as the affirmative. He smiled up at her and nipped gently at her bottom lip. “Let go for me, mi reina. I’ve got you.” She gasped softly and quivered against him as he helped her rock through her pleasure. He watched her face and slowed the motion to pull her against his bare chest. “Shhh,” he whispered. He stroked soothing motions down her spine as she shuddered her way through the come down. “Good girl.” He buried his face in her neck and breathed her in.
Once her breathing evened out, he pulled the blanket back up to cover her against his chest. She nuzzled close, kissing his skin and he grinned at how boneless she was against him. “You okay, mi princessa?” he asked quietly, continuing to stroke her back. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Megan giggled a little. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You’re still hard.” She looked up at him from her spot on his chest and stroked a hand down his bare side.
He smiled and shifted to kiss her nose. “I’m not the one with broken bones, mi amore. I’m fine. I can wait.” He kissed her softly.
Her eyes closed at his gentle kiss. “Mmm. I’m perfect,” she whispered, keeping her eyes shut and resting against him.
“Good. Let’s get showered and changed. The others will be up soon, and you need to eat.” He stood carefully, wrapping her legs around him and carrying her to the bathroom in their room.
After quick showers for both of them, Hank dressed himself for the meeting with Galindo in jeans and a t-shirt with his green and black plaid over it. He grinned as he realized the shirt smelled like Megan from when she borrowed it.
Megan was digging through her duffle. “What should I wear? I know this meeting is important to the club, but a dress doesn’t feel appropriate for what we’re trying to introduce me as.” She looked up at him.
“Well, you’ll be wearing your kutte for one. We want him to get used to seeing you in it. Think of it as a uniform,” Hank said.
Megan nodded. “The black jeans then.” She pulled them out. Her hand lingered on Hank’s soft colors a moment.
“You can wear them, mi reina,” he said with a smile as he buttoned his cuffs. “I love it when you do.”
She smiled back. “Me too, but it might not look good if we’re establishing me as an officer in my own right. Especially since we don’t want anyone thinking I slept my way in. You can’t take Galindo to the ring.”
Hank chuckled but nodded. “True enough, but I’d sure try if he said something.”
She pulled out another plain black t-shirt and added it to her pile to change into. She finished it off with her new boots from Taza. Hank helped her to unwrap her towel and dress carefully before gathering her blank kutte with a smile. Megan grabbed her hair stuff and they went out to the common room where everyone else was gathering for breakfast.
As morning greetings were exchanged, a cart with breakfast came to the door pushed by Adam, himself. Taza went to speak with him.
Megan sat down her hair bag and waited patiently. Creeper gently touched her elbow. “Need help, Little Princess?”
Megan smiled at him. “Maybe a little. Hard to braid with a busted arm.”
“Can I try? I’ve been practicing since your pop showed me how,” he asked. “I know it’s something special you two do, but -”
Megan smiled at the bald man brightly, “Sure Creep. Thanks.”
He grinned and stood behind her. “I’m not great yet, but let’s see what I can do.” He carefully divided her hair and managed a single french braid. It was a little lopsided and not very tight, but he managed it.
Hank watched with a soft smile as Megan let Creeper braid her hair. When the bald man tied it off triumphantly, he checked Megan’s hair bag. “Here, Creep. Tuck this in at the top.” He handed him one of the combs Diana had gifted Megan that she had yet to wear. It was silver filigree.
Creeper gently slid the comb in with a smile of triumph. “There ya go, Little Princess.”
Megan grinned. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Marcus chuckled and brought Megan a cup of coffee. “Damn, Poquito. Who knew bikers could braid.”
“Ah, gimme time. I’ll get better at it,” Creeper said with a laugh.
Taza chuckled as well as he brought Megan a plate. “Pretty good for a first try, brother.”
“Figured if I fucked it up, at least you could fix it, man.”
“True enough. Looks good though.” Taza sat the plate down in front of Megan. “Here, Chica. Adam remembered about the pineapple. There’s also almond butter for your toast if you want it.”
Megan’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
Hank took that as his que and brought it along with his own plate and the honey. “Here you go, Princessa.”
“Thank you!” Megan said, smiling up at him before carefully spreading a little on her toast.
All of the men gathered around eating breakfast casually and talking. Most of them were planning to hit the casino while the others went to the bike shop. Coco claimed EZ for the day and Megan watched as Angel and Gilly sighed before declaring that they’d stick close too. Riz and the Oakland boys also planned to stay, leaving Creeper to go along this time with Megan, Hank, Taza and her padrinos.
“We’re just picking up the patches, right?” Megan asked seriously.
“Maybe a few other things, Chica,” Taza said with a smile.
She rolled her eyes. “There are TWO vehicles out there loaded down with ‘other things’, Papa…”
Bishop snorted at the sass. “Maybe so, Poquito, but the van isn’t full yet.”
The other men laughed.
Marcus smiled at her from across the table. “Relax, Poquito. We’ll just look for things you might like to customize your new rides, alright? Besides, last time I was there, there was a whole section for dogs. We can pick some things out for Rex.”
That made Megan pause as she glanced at her big dog, who was contentedly eating in the corner. “Well… he does need some things…”
Bishop grinned. “That’a girl, Poquito.”
After breakfast, Megan went to gather the rest of her things. She didn’t even flinch at leaving the room where her father and Hank were. She brought out both holsters and her new knife. She debated the thigh bag, but decided against it for the day since they would only leave the casino to go to the bike shop.
Hank grinned as he saw her carrying things. “Need some help, mi princessa?”
“Please. If I’m going to do this shit, it won’t be unarmed.” She smiled sheepishly.
“Too right, ma,” Coco said as he came out of his room shrugging on his own kutte. “Anyone bring her kevlar?”
All the men shook their heads.
Coco looked at Bishop. “Prez - I don’t like it.”
Marcus held up a pacifying hand. “I’ve got Marco on it. There’s some that are more concealable than our usual and he’s gonna get it before the meeting. It’ll be lighter on her too.”
Bishop gestured at Coco. “See. We’ve got her covered.”
Megan shook her head. “Gonna bubblewrap me while you’re at it?”
Hank grinned as he started threading her knife sheath on her belt for her. He was sure to do it so the hilt was reachable with her left hand. He ducked his head and chuckled as some of the men stared at her in shock.
Coco shrugged. “Think it’ll help?”
José snorted into his coffee as he laughed.
Megan grinned. “Probably not.”
Taza passed by as he went to retrieve his own kutte and jacket and dropped a kiss on her hair. “That’a girl,” he said as he went.
Marco chuckled and shook his head. “Princessa’s got sass this morning.”
Hank just grinned as he stood from fastening her ankle holster. “Told you. You should see her behind a bar.”
Megan giggled.
“Alright, mi amore. Ready for your shoulder rig?” Hank asked, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.
Megan took a deep breath and nodded.
Hank unstrapped her sling while she supported ehr arm. Then he carefully maneuvered the holster over her cast and situated it before strapping her sling back into place.
“Yo... Don’t that hurt?” Gilly asked.
Hank quickly got the other shoulder on her and adjusted buckles while Megan breathed through the pain.
Once he was done, Megan smiled tightly. “Not so much once it’s on. This rig distributes the weight more towards my back than my collar bone. Besides- it’s easier for me to draw left-handed this way.”
Gilly winced. “Why not the waist holster until you heal?”
Megan shrugged her good shoulder. “The weight isn’t bad. I promise. And this is more concealable. Plus, I kept dropping my gun drawing from the waist with my left.”
Gilly shook his head. “If this wasn’t with Galindo, I’d say stick to the pee shooter.” He pointed at her ankle. “But I know you’d rather your 9.”
Hank frowned at Gilly. “She knows what she’s doing, man.” He looked Megan over. “All good, Princessa? Need adjusted anywhere?”
Megan smiled up at him. “All good, but I forgot something to cover my holster…”
“I can get something if you want to harness Rex, mi amore. Flannel or hoody?” Hank asked.
“Flannel please. Doesn’t matter which one,” she said with a smile as she popped up on her tiptoes to kiss him.
“Alright. Be right back.” Hank went to find her a flannel in their room.
Megan called Rex over and got him to step into his harness before looking at Gilly. “He’s not wrong. You’re going to have to trust that I know what I’m doing at some point, Gilly. Best to start with me knowing my own limits.” She clipped the harness closed and petted Rex gently. “My body. My choice.”
Gilly shrugged uncomfortably and glanced around before realizing that she’d said it quiet enough not to draw attention from the other men in the room. “I know. Sorry, Princessa. I just don’t like to think you’re in pain.”
Megan nodded. “I understand, but Gilly…” she looked him straight in the eyes. “Not your girl. Not your choice.”
He winced and nodded. “Alright, Princessa. I get the picture.”
“Good.” She stood and patted his shoulder as Hank returned with a dark green flannel.
“Here, Princessa. Let’s get this on you.”
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Degrees of Separation (1)
Taza Romero x M!Reader
Summary: You transferred out of Yuma and into Santo Padre in a last-ditch attempt to outrun old ghosts and old problems. The small charter, located in an even smaller border-town, seemed like the perfect place to try and shake off everything that had happened to you so that you could start over. You were ready to live with your old secrets. But the deeper you get into the charter, the more you realize you may have simply traded in your old secrets for new ones, and this time you wouldn’t be going down for them alone.
Chapter Index
Warnings: language, alcohol
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: The way that I have thought about this request every day since I received it. I’m just. Obsessed with this whole idea. This is going to end up being a mini-series (how many parts?? unclear. we’ll find out together). This part is mostly just setting the scene for the rest of it but I’m so excited for this. 😌
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When you made the decision to transfer to Santo Padre, you were nervous. Despite knowing that staying with your current charter was going to cause more problems than it was worth, there was still the lingering feeling that even if you left and went to a different charter, it would just be more of the same. As much as you wanted to blame the issues on the men from Yuma, you couldn’t help the nagging voice in the back of your head that said maybe you were the problem.
But the transfer went through without a hitch. They didn’t explicitly say it, but you knew that the men from Yuma weren’t sorry to see you go, the same way you weren’t sorry to leave. Santo Padre wasn’t a charter that people commonly wanted to shift into, so they were more than happy to accept you in. You weren’t sure if they really pried all that much into what your role had been in Yuma, or the reasons behind you leaving. You wondered if Canche and the rest of the officers would tell the truth about the growing rift, or if they would just try to smooth over it in the hopes of getting you out faster. Whether or not they were honest, Bishop and the club gave you the immediate greenlight to transfer.
So, now, here you were. New flash stitched into your kutte and slowly but surely figuring out where you fit in within the ecosystem that Santo Padre had already built for themselves. Part of you understood why transfers weren’t exactly flooding into the charter—it was placed in the middle of fucking nowhere along the border. But change was what you needed, and this certainly was different.
The guys were all nice. You could tell that they were still trying to figure you out a little bit, and you couldn’t blame them for that. But no one was rude to you in the slightest. It was just a little awkward, if anything, but that was better than what it could’ve been. Even if you were still a little on the outskirts of things for the time being, it gave you the opportunity to see the way all of these men interacted with one another, the little sub-groups within the club. The love was there all around, but it was clear that some of them gravitated more toward certain people. You wondered where you would end up, who you would gravitate towards.
One thing that you fell into the flow of right away was shifts at the scrapyard. They wasted no time putting you on that rotation with the rest of the guys. You didn’t mind it, but you still found it a little amusing. You liked being able to keep your hands busy, though—that was a definite plus.
You’d finished your shift a while ago, but you didn���t have any intense desire to head right home. Your new apartment wasn’t bad, but it didn’t quite feel like home yet. You knew that was only going to change by you spending more time there and maybe throwing up some decorations besides the bare minimum furniture that you had, but it just wasn’t at the top of your priority list. All of that being the case, you were busying yourself with some routine maintenance on your bike.
The sound of footsteps getting closer didn’t even register as you zeroed completely in on the task at hand. Taza waited silently behind you for a few moments to see if you would notice, biting back a chuckle when you didn’t. He cleared his throat to get your attention, laughing quietly at the way you flinched at the sound.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
You shook your head, standing up from your crouched position as you started to wipe the grime from your hands. “Not interrupting. Just, um, didn’t hear you.”
He nodded, a relaxed smile on his face. “I noticed,” he nodded towards the bike, “All good?”
You nodded. “Yea, yea. All good.”
He studied your face for a moment. “And you? All good? Handling the change to Santo Padre alright?”
You shrugged, nodding, “I think so. It’s different…new.”
“Think you’re the only new thing about Santo Padre in a long time,” he chuckled.
“That’s right.” You let out a small laugh as you shook your head. “Not even your prospect is new. He grew up here, right?”
Taza raised his eyebrows, and you couldn’t tell if he was impressed or amused, or perhaps both. “Did your homework?”
You shook your head. “Just eavesdropping.”
“Same thing,” he joked. There was a beat of a pause before he said, “If you’re not looking to go home, and I’m guessing you’re not,” he gestured towards you and the bike. “Clubhouse will be busier than usual tonight if you wanna stick around.”
It’d been pretty quiet your first few weeks in Santo Padre. You knew that some clubhouse parties got out of hand no matter what charter was hosting them. Something told you, though that Santo Padre kept things relatively tame most of the time. You weren’t upset about that, happy to put the constant chaos of Yuma behind you.
You nodded. “Sounds good.”
Taza clapped you lightly on the shoulder. “Good.”
You had done what you could to wash up in the semi-functional bathroom of the clubhouse. It wasn’t as good as showering at home, but it did the trick. Changing out of your work clothes was half the battle, anyway. Swapping out your Romero Brothers shirt for a plain black long-sleeve and your kutte, putting your rings and necklace back on, and fixing your hair made you look like an entirely new man.
The party was busy but not chaotic. For the most part, you lingered by the bar and watched everything unfold, trying to see how everyone moved and operated. There was no tension in the air, which was new for you—everyone just seemed like they were genuinely having a good time. You chatted with EZ a bit since he was behind the bar. You could hear the shred of sympathy in his voice, knowing that being new wasn’t particularly easy whether you’re a prospect or a transfer.
“Why SP?” he asked as he popped the cap off a beer bottle and handed it to you.
You let out a dry chuckle. “Because it’s not Yuma?”
EZ laughed, nodding. “Fair.”
You gestured to the clubhouse, “This seems more my speed anyway.”
You’d kept a pretty low profile since you transferred. You wanted to be useful, but you weren’t looking to make waves, especially not before you got a good grip on the dynamics. Laying low was one of the things you considered yourself good at, so you tried to keep doing that until you felt the need to do otherwise.
However, no amount of laying low was going to stop the hang-arounds from spotting what they considered to be fresh meat. As the night continued on, a few of the women approached you, some more persistent than others. You tread carefully, the way you always did, but still made it clear that you weren’t interested. It was a thin line to walk, trying to save your self-respect but also not rock the boat and blow up your own spot. At one point, you decided to just remove yourself from the situation entirely, getting up from the bar and leaving the women to be EZ’s problem, and he certainly didn’t look like he minded that in the slightest.
One of the couches off to the side was empty, so you found your place there. Riz was plucking away at his guitar, perfectly content with the woman who was fawning over him. You didn’t try to hide your amusement over the whole thing.
You were pulled from those thoughts when you felt someone sit down next to you. Looking over, you felt relief wash over you when you saw that it was Taza sitting next to you, not one of the women you had tried dodging before.
He looked at you for a moment before returning his attention to the busyness of the party happening around you. “They stop after a while.”
You knit your brows in confusion. “What?”
He tilted his beer bottle in the direction of the bar, where the girl you’d just up and left was still drooling over EZ. “The hang-arounds. They stop after a while. Takes a bit for them to get the hint.”
Fear shot down your spine and you shook your head. “Oh, I don’t, I just—”
“I get it,” he still wasn’t quite looking at you, “You don’t have to explain.”
It felt like it took about five tries to get out the word, “Okay.”
Taza laughed as he nodded towards the bar, where Angel had now materialized. “The Reyes brothers should keep them more than busy, anyway.”
You chuckled, some of your nerves dissipating, “Right.”
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lullaby.
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❝ request by anon: Hi!! Could I request an imagine of Taza finding out his pregnant wife is having issues sleeping and helping her out. With or without smut is up to you 💋
❝ words: about 450.
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You have been rolling from one side to another trying to calm the kicks within your belly. Your little warrior seems he can't sleep, so you either. Trying to not wake up your husband, you snake out yourself from under his grip to get up and leave your room. He has had a long day and he needs to rest. Crossing the long hallway to go downstairs to the huge and open living room, you lead your steps to the kitchen to grab a bottle of cold water from the fridge. The Calexico's heat is killing you and it's probably the reason why your baby is playing soccer inside you.
Sipping as you sit on the back porch with the desert on its horizon, you sigh rubbing your face using your free hand. You're only five months pregnant and the easy part of your condition has ended. The cravings are more constant, the hot flushes, the mood swings (...), it's driving you insane and Taza isn't much better than you, feeling like a lost puppy in the middle of the big city.
You hear the wood covering the floor cracking behind you, tossing your head back to look at your husband with a pout on your lips. You know how much he hates to wake up not having you between his arms. Especially now. “Sorry, I couldn't sleep”.
“Com'ere, mi amor”. He waves a hand before helping you to stand up.
Che places a tender kiss on your forehead as he cups your face onto his palms. In silence, he brings you back to your shared room. As you make your way to the king-size bed, he opens the large windows to let the soft breeze come inside. You watch him lie by your side resting his head on your chest and landing one of his hands over your swollen belly. His soft voice leaves his throat in the form of an indigenous lullaby. A song his grandmother used to sing for him whenever he wasn't able to rest.
You're just there, comfortable under his weight stroking his head as he caresses your abdomen. The sweet singing whispers help you too, closing slowly your eyelids until your breathing becomes peaceful and relaxed, as he notices that you have fallen asleep too. Taza puts his head therefore on the pillow, surrounding your torso with his arms and turning you around carefully to stick his chest to your back. He can't help but draw a smile full of love and fondness, still can't believe the gift life has given him. His son and you. His most precious treasure.
Leaning above you to place a gentle kiss on your head, he accommodates himself behind you keeping a hand laced with your right one where his baby is supposed to be.
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Tenemos un trato, Querida
@rebelwrites ‘ FanFic Friday is at your door and here is a lil Che loving that is much longer than I expected it to be when I started!! I know the character development we’ve got this season but I’ve tried going with anyone else and the story wasn’t working out for me as much as it did when I finally went with my gut, sue me!! Credit for the gif to the creator. Credit for Che to Raoul but also to Kurt Sutter and Elgin James!
Warnings : mentions of drugs and drug intake without consent (always keep an eye on your glass, people)
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- Slept well Querida?
You stirred under the covers and slowly peeked an eye out from underneath the warm blanket that covered you. You saw Che smiling at you softly. You sighed and got your head out from the warmth to be met with chills from the temperature difference.
- Yeah, better than I have in a long time.
You looked at him as he approached the tray he was holding in his hands, closer to you and sitting it carefully on the bed. On it were two cups and coffee. Bless him for being so attentive, you could’ve sold your entire family for a cup of coffee.
- Thanks. For everything.
He waved it off, chuckling.
- No I mean it, I can’t imagine what could’ve happened if someone else than you had found me yesterday. I can’t imagine what would’ve happened if the person who put the drug in my drink came around before you did. Thank you for always looking out for me, you said sheepishly.
The night before, you had a couple too many drinks. And the last one, someone put stuff in it that made you lose all your senses. You could barely remember your own name. You were more than grateful that the worse you got was a deathly glare from Taza as he was taking you back to his ranch, safely and putting you in his guestroom, fuzzy blankets and lots of glasses of water around.
- You know how it is, Querida, I’ve got you, always.
He smiled but it was deprived of happiness. It was definitely the saddest smile you’d ever seen in your life. You wished it wasn’t turned to you, you wished that you weren’t the one that caused him to smile like that.
- Look, Che, I’ll get out of your air. You’ve done enough.. and so have I.. I think I should go. Thank you again, for everything, you said rapidly, just wanting out of this situation.
He looked down, and for a second you thought he’d let you leave without another word, which, at this point in your misery, almost made you cry your eyes out but held it in, at least until you were out the door. You gathered your things rapidly and went towards the door.
- Wait Querida.
You turned back around to look at him. He looked.. disappointed? Could it be it? Was he expecting more from you? Were you not living to his expectations ? You were actually even more heartbroken as you’ve always had a thing for Che but never made a move about it because of the age difference. But he always felt like more than just a friend. He felt safe and you felt cared for with him. But now, all you felt was like an utter disappointment and you didn’t know how long you could take that feeling.
- You don’t.. Please don’t say anything. It’s… I don’t think I can hear it… you said shakily, hearing your voice tremble.
- Querida, why are you like this? he asked.
You were wishing you had made a run for it and left before he could say those words. It made you even more miserable. You wished you could just disappear and never come back to Santo Padre.
- Why are you shaking, and crying, Sweetheart, what’s going on, talk to me. He asked again, worry in his voice, carefully taking a few steps forward, towards your entirely shaking body.
And then it flicked. He wasn’t questioning your entire life choices, just your current state. You almost burst out laughing at how panicked it made you.
- I’m sorry, I just… For a second there I thought you despised me. And I couldn’t live with myself if that was the case, you said, smiling sheepishly while looking at the floor.
- I could never despise you, Querida, he said, while brushing some hair from your face. Eres el sol de mis dias, Querida, no podría despreciarte, aunque quisiera*.
His hand stayed on your cheek and you felt the heat radiating both from it and also form your own face. Still unable to look up from the floor, you managed : «Que quieres decir?». You heard a small chuckle coming from him.
- What I’m saying, Querida, is that I could never despise you.
- Che, I understand the words… What does it .. mean.. ? and you heard him chuckle even more.
- I’m a stupid man. I’ve been trying to pretend that I was fine with the backseat role I’ve put myself in, with you. But last night.. Last night was my final straw. I can’t sit in the backseat anymore. I don’t wanna scoop you up like a damsel in distress, I don’t want to be your guardian angel… Let me finish before you leave, Querida. I don’t want to scoop you up, I wanna be the one that takes you out. I’ll still bring you back here, but hopefully, you’ll let me take you out from here too. I hate sleeping in the next room and not being able to cuddle you while you’re sleeping all the way over here. I hate bringing you coffee in my guestroom. I hate seeing you being treated anything less than like a Reina, mi amor.
You finally managed to look up in his eyes. He wasn’t disappointed, earlier, he was actually sad. And at this moment, you realize that you’ve been stupid too.
- I’ve put myself in the backseat too, with you. Who the hell’s driving, Cariño? you asked, with a sheepish smile.
He let out a laugh and a sigh of relief at your words.
- How about I drive us to breakfast?
- I’ll handle the backseat a lil longer. Maybe next time we’re both sitting in the backseat we could make it more entertaining, you know? He grinned at your cheekiness while you surprised yourself with your sudden confidence.
- Yeah, tenemos un trato**, Querida, he said, winking and pulling you in for a kiss.
*You are the sun of my days, I couldn’t despise you, even if I wanted to.
**We’ve got a deal, Sweetheart
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