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CRAZY BUT SHE'S MINE CHAPTER 24 FINAL CHAPTER
"I SWEAR TO GOD IM GONNA POP THIS KID OUT RIGHT NOW IF SOMEBODODY DOESN'T GET THE DAMN KEYS , SOMEONE SOBER!" Jackie exclaimed in pain , gripping onto Ez's arm.
"I got them , here , go ! Lets go everyone to the cars , sober people behind the wheels !" Angel exclaimed as Luisa told them The sons were outside.
"BABY REYES IS COMING!" Tig exclaimed bursting in.
"SHUT UP ALE-GET THE KEYS!" Jackie yelled out in Pain.
Finally making it to the car They drove off too the hospital , the sons driving the too drunk too drive mayans.
"No , no , Mierda!,we're almost there mom , you can't birth the baby in the back of a truck!" Illiana groaned , as Jackie cried out in pain.
Felipe gave his truck , and offered to watch maverick for Luisa and angel.
Angel drove , with Luisa in the passenger side , in the back Jackie had her head on Ez's lap , and legs on Illiana's lap.
"Im gonna kill you!" Jackie groaned , as Ez played with her hair.
"We're almost there Camila." He said , as she gripped his hand.
"Yo I think im gonna throw up." Angel said as Luisa smacked him.
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The sons had to leave a bit Early , much to Tigs dismay , but he demanded pictures.
"Im gonna kill you , OH FUCK!" Jackie said pushing.
"C'mon Camila , you can do it Mi reina." Ez said , As Jackie pushed , as she screamed , a loud wail filled the room.
"It's a girl , A beautiful baby girl." The doctor said , as the baby cried.
"Do you have a name?" The doctor asked , as He let Ez cut the umbilical cord.
"Esmae "Marisol" Reyes , that's her name." Jackie said as Ez Sat by her , Passing her the now calm baby , kissing the tired woman's forhead , painful labour , and a natural
birth with no medication took a toll on the woman's body.
"You did it Querida." Ez said as She held their baby.
"No , We did it Ezekiel." Jackie said with a glance , small smile on her face.
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"Angel , Luisa , we want you to be Esmae's godparents." Ez said to his brother and future
sister-in-law.
"Esmae?" Angel questioned.
"Esmae "Marisol" Reyes , thats her name , That's your Goddaughter ." Jackie said sitting up with the help of Luisa , Illiana was holding Esmae , gushing over her new baby sister.
Angel's eye's lit up as Illiana passed Esmae to him , and he cried , he fucking cried.
"Shut up." He said to Ez , who chuckled.
The club members all got their turn to hold baby Esmae , Later on Gurero and bottles left , along with Luisa who had to take care of maverick.
"Hey? before you went into labour you wanted to tell me somthing?" Ez questioned , the club asleep outside , while illiana slept on the couch in the room..
"Ezekiel I want to get married and be your old lady , I love you." Jackie said as Ez had a smile on his face.
Until the door burst open , Illiana popped up , Esmae started to cry , and jackie stared at the police.
The club was in cuffs , cursing the police.
"Mayans Mc , your under arrest for mutiple charges." Frankie told them.
"Just let me hold my little girl
and say goodbye to my wife
and kid before you arrest me
and the guys, please." Ez told him , as illiana handed the baby to him , holding her with one arm , he wrapped another around Illiana , Jackie's hand rested on his knee.
"Los amo a los tres, y cuando salga, nos casaremos y todo eso, Jackie, te lo prometo, lo siento." Ez told them , kissing Esmae's forhead one last time , Before putting her in Jackie's arms , and holding his girls one last time , before he was taken away in cuffs.
(I love the three of you , and when I get out , We're getting married and everything Jackie , I promise you that , Im sorry.)
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*~*8 YEARS LATER*~*
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"Dad's getting out soon , he hates when we go visit because he doesn't like us seeing him behind the glass but really he loves it because then he knows we're okay." Illiana said, she was now 24 , although she looked the same as the day Jackie met her , she still lived with them of course , She's had girlfriends , but none of them worked like it did with Natalia.
"Let's go , let's go!,
he's gonna think it's
a normal visit but really
we're going to bring
him home." A now eight year old esmae exclaimed , never getting to hug her father , due to the glass.
"Ok , ok , come on you two ." Jackie said , as Sally barked , Jackie laughed.
"Ok , you Three , there happy , lets go , lets go!" Jackie exclaimed as The three girl's and the Pit walked out the door.
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Ez reyes , and the Club had gotten Eight years to life , or so they thought , the warden saw there good behaviour , and without their knowledge was going to release them.
Gurero had patched in Nestor and Bottle's due to the request of The club , the threeupdating the reyes brothers of their family.
They also play Princesses with Esmae , Illiana uses the pictures of them in tutu's and tiara's as blackmail.
Luisa brings the now ten year old maverick over for playdate's , the two cousins adore eachother.
The Sons adored the little girl , she was a ball of sunshine , in this dark world.
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"Ezekiel Reyes , you have visitors." The guard stated.
Usually they just took them out for visiting , so Ez was a bit confused , Especially when he saw his brother and the club being taken to the visitor's room.
"DADDY!" Esmae exclaimed , So did Maverick as They ran to their fathers.
As the men picked up their kids , the gave a confused glance.
Jackie walked over to ez , Pulling him into a long kiss.
Illiana laughed , as Esmae made a gagging noise , hugging her father , and with much suprise she walked over to Bishop , pulling him into a hug.
"What-" Ez was about to say as Jackie laughed.
"Your out Ez , Free , YOU BOYS ARE COMING HOME!" Jackie exclaimed.
"Wha-How?" Creeper stated confused.
"Good behaviour , and a bit of womanly manipulation , and a bit of help from Emily , She's a hell of a lawyer." Jackie stated as her and Luisa smirked at eachother.
"NOW LETS GET YOU TWO MARRIED!" Illiana exclaimed.
"Right now!?" Ez exclained.
"Yes right now , Mom has the dress , we got the suits , we got the ven- LET'S GO VAMOS!" She exclaimed As Esmae frabbed her father's hand , and Illiana grabbed her mothers.
"What the fuck!" Angel exclaimed , as Maverick wacked him.
"Language!" The boy said as Luisa chuckled , pulling angel into a kiss.
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They did it they got Married , Letty and hope cheered as she walked down the Isle , Illiana and Esmae holding flowers and the rings , Felipe officiating the wedding.
"Do you Ezekiel "Lorenzo" Reyes take this lovely bride as your wife." Felipe said.
"I do " Ez said.
"And do you , Camila "Jackie" Vincent , take my idiot son , as your husband." Felipe said.
"I do." Jackie snorted, as Ez rolled his eyes.
"You may now kiss the fucking bride , trata a su hijo correcto." Felipe said , as They all Cheered.
(treat her right son)
Did I mention Tig walked her down the Isle , no well he did.
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*small smut*
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"Fuck , I've been wanting to do this since I saw you." Ez growled.
Jackie moaned as he thrusted into her , Holding on too the bed sheets , knuckels turning white .
Ez kissed her chest , listening to her moans , made him fuck her even harder.
As he came in her He rested his head on her shoulder , her hands tracing shape's on his bare back.
"I fucking missed you Ezekiel." Jackie said.
"I fucking missed you too Camilia , you and your fucking Crazy ass." He said as they laid side by side.
"Im crazy but-" She was cut off by a kiss.
"Your mine." Ez said as their kiss was turned into round two.
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THANK YOU FOR READING CRAZY BUT SHE'S MINE , THE SECOND BOOK I HAVE COMPLETED.
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HERE ARE MY OTHER BOOKS THAT YOU MIGHT LIKE.
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WANHEDA COMMANDER OF DEATH // BRANDON CARVER (THE WALKING DEAD)
MAMA DIDN'T RAISE NO BITCHES // EZ REYES & NESTOR OCTEVA (MAYANS MC)
HIS GIRL // JOSÈ MARQUEZ (CLUBHOUSE 2004)
HIS DOWN BITCH , HER CHOLO // ERNESTO MENDOZA (HOPE RANCH 2002)(COMPLETED)
READ ALL ABOUT IT // BROOKE DAVIS (ONE TREE HILL)
THE DRAGON AND HER KNIGHT // BELLAMY BLAKE (THE 100)
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artemiseamoon · 5 months
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Preview: Death Kiss Finale
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Warnings: none really this chapter, it’s light
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Waking slowly, Blu gives her eyes a moment to settle. The jeep continues to roll along, right behind it, the armored vehicle.
I must have fallen asleep between Santiago, and wherever we are now, she thought.
With each blink of the eye, images of her dream replayed in her mind; desert lands, huts, the sound of drums and chanting - a man with a wise face and deep eyes. His head covered with colorful wraps that drape down to his shoulders.
“We’re here."
EZ's voice pulls her from the vision.
Blu gently wakes a sleeping Luz while EZ pulls the jeep into the parking lot of the hotel. Everyone piles out, taking a moment to stretch as Bishop and Father Adam join.
“We’ll head in, book the rooms. Stay put.” Bishop says before heading inside.
Angel and EZ break off in a side conversation. Blu and Luz linger by the jeep in silence, until Luz breaks it.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Why'd you fight so hard to save me?”
Blu frowns, “you didn't deserve the cards you got in this life, neither did I, neither did any of the girls." She pauses. "I had a younger sister. You remind me of her… I couldn't save her; she didn't want my help and now she’s not here anymore. But I could save you, so I did.”
Luz throws her arms around Blu, “thank you.”
The brief conversation falls quiet after that, neither feeling pressure to speak. Minutes later, Bishop and Father Adam return.
“Rooms are ready,” Bishop announces as he hands the brothers a pair of keys.
“There better be two beds in there.”
“Nah, one,” Bish jokes to Angel, then hands Blu and Luz theirs, “all doubles.”
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saturnville · 2 years
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home sweet home.
pairing: angel reyes x f!black!oc
warnings: none
note: again, super short. jus testing the waters. I also got a new laptop and I'm wanting to get used to writing on it ahaha
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"Honey, I'm home!"
It was early in the morning. The sun hadn't yet come out and the birds still dormant in their nests. The sky was as black as the hair upon her head, stars out of sight, and the moon tucked behind clouds.
She emerged from their shared bedroom slowly. His voice had awoken her from her slumber. She didn't mind, though. The bed was cool without him and it kept her shivering throughout the night. She craved his warmth.
Her fingers scratched her scalp through her scarf. She silently cursed herself for forgetting to moisturise her hair before she went to bed. She'd be dealing with it all night. She winced at the brightness of the lights within the living room.
"That was corny," she mumbled lowly as she walked into the strong chest of her husband. Her cheek against the leather of his kut and her nose buried in his black shirt. He smelled like cigarettes, gunpowder, fire, and cedar wood. She hated to admit that she loved it. His scent brought a sense of familiarity she adored.
"But you love it, querida." Angel pressed a firm kiss on the side of he head. "C'mon, beautiful."
Angel led them back to their quaint bedroom and instructed her to wait as he took a shower. Within fifteen minutes, he was freshly cleaned, dressed, and prepared to sleep. He slid into the bed next to her and swaddled her body with his arms.
His bare chest against her clothed back, face buried within her neck, and hands caressing her skin beneath his oversized shirt she wore. He was at peace.
"Buenas noches, querida."
She hummed softly, a sleepy smile on her face. "Good night, baby."
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✧ ˚  ·    . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: fighting/violence and vague mentions of injuries/blood, biting/marking, hints of a size/height kink on Opie's part, a territorial biker , again,all on Opie + the next contestant (EZ, he's your old boyfriend from high school, fyi.) dumb enough to try their luck, body fluids, hand jobs - female recieving / male recieving, body fluids -tell me you wouldn't cum on Opie's fingers, biting/marking, foreplay in a public setting, swearing, petnames, dirty talk and a slutty nurses costume. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚  ·    .
prompt twenty - costumes
character | fandom - opie winston | sons of anarchy
reader | original character - female reader, girlfriend & non -or vague, description.
words - roughly 2.5k
tagging -< taglist here >
✧ ˚  ·    . you thought you'd wear your little nurses costume out to a bar to tease Opie. Opie decides that he's had enough of your teasing so he takes you home... or at least out to his SUV. .✧ ˚  ·    .
It’s laughable, at best. Cheesy at hell, at worst. But it’s a way to amuse yourselves, you think to yourself as you nurse a drink, eyes scanning the crowded bar, scoping out the people who actually showed up in costume tonight. You’re hoping you’ll catch sight of Opie but there’s no sign of him just yet. Your finger drags around the rim of the drink-filled glass after you’ve sat it down.
You’re just about to text Opie and see if he’s running late when a throat clears obnoxiously from the stool beside yours. The second you’ve glanced up and over, seen the Mayans cutte the guy is wearing, you’re on high alert. 
He’s staring at you and rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ❝ Your old man know you’re out alone, baby girl?❞ he asks. You roll your eyes. It’s EZ, he loves to pop up and be an antagonistic shithead, he does it every chance he gets. He loves to remind you that you were once young enough -and stupid enough, to think you wanted him. It’s like it gets his ego pumping.
 And with the tensions between both groups at an all time high as of late, it honestly feels like he’s stalking you. Because you can’t go anywhere in town without bumping into him lately, even work this morning. Oh, he claimed that he was just doing Angel a solid and bringing his kid by for a checkup but you’re not dumb. He spent 95 percent of his time sitting in the waiting room watching you like a hawk. And then, when he went to leave, he was both trying to flirt and insinuate that being with Opie could be dangerous for you right now.
But you don’t want to worry Opie, he’s got more than enough on his plate right now. Things with Samcro aren’t going smoothly at all. He’s already threatened to kick EZ’s teeth down his throat if he catches him breathing your air ever again.
When EZ chuckles and mumbles something to himself, you raise a brow and stare him down, unamused. ❝ Aren’t you on the wrong side of town, Reyes? ❞
❝ Bar’s neutral, chica. I just came t’ enjoy the costumes.. Relax.❞ EZ shrugs. Dark brown eyes flit over your body and when he licks his lips, it takes everything you possess not to slap the taste out of his mouth. He leans in just a little closer. ❝ You’re on th’ wrong side, baby girl.. If you were with me..❞ he pauses to take a sip of his Corona before continuing, ❝ I’d never let you outta my sight, especially not dressed like that.❞ he lets his eyes roam and you tug at the skirt of the nurses costume you’ve chosen,  ❝Damn sure wouldn’t let what happened t’ his first old lady risk repeating. Can’t be too careful, right, chica?❞
❝ None of that was his fault, Reyes.❞ you roll your eyes and finish off your drink, eyes darting to the door of the bar before you turn your attention back to EZ, ❝ I’d rather fling myself into the sun, EZ.❞
❝ I think you’re lyin, chica.❞ EZ muses, scooting his stool just a little closer. ❝ We both know you’re not over me. Just admit it. Ya still want me.❞ he chuckles again. Bites his lip as his eyes flit over your body, lingering just a little too long on your tits. ❝ Maybe letting you go was a mistake..❞ he gestures to your body, the way you’ve filled out since you were a teenager.
❝ Oh yeah?❞ you sass, ❝ Maybe I grew up, Reyes. I promise you.. Nothing about you appeals to me anymore. At all.❞
You’re about to slip off your stool and text Opie that the plans changed as you’re walking out of the bar but EZ is determined not to let you leave. 
What neither of you realizes is that Opie has come into the bar. And he’s caught the tail end of the entire tense confrontation. He knows damn well EZ is only trying to get to him and he knew as soon as he bumped into one of the other Mayans smoking out in the parking lot that he’d better get inside to you.
The fact that apparently EZ didn’t learn his lesson the last time they were face to face and the topic of you came up, well.. That combined with Opie Winston’s short fuse, lack of sleep the night before and just being fed up with the way the guy is always popping up, always has something to say lately.. Opie Winston is done playing.
You’ve just tried to put some distance between yourself and EZ when Opie appears out of nowhere, pushing himself up on you from behind. He chuckles, the sound is dry. Unamused.
A few of the patrons who happen to be sitting close are staring, quiet. Tense and ready for whatever might come next.
When EZ chuckles and you hear Opie’s trademark ‘startin to get real pissed off’ growl, you can feel your thighs clamp together as your panties start to get wet. When Opie goes into protective mode, it’s enough to make you want to tear his clothes off, no matter where the both of you happen to be. EZ steps up to you from the front. You’re now effectively wedged between the boy you used to want more than anything and the man you’ll love until you die.
❝ This shithead been botherin’ you, princess?❞ Opie’s voice is low and husky against the shell of your ear. You swallow down a whimper because you can feel his thick cock pressing right against your ass because you practically melted against his massive frame when he made his presence known. A rough hand squeezes your hip and he keeps you close.
He shoots EZ a murderous look. ❝ We’ve talked about this before, man.❞ he’s calm when he says it. Deathly calm. ❝ She’s mine, Reyes. I think I told you th’ next time I caught you sniffin around I was gonna curbstomp you into the fuckin pavement… Sound familiar?❞
EZ chuckles. He’s not bothered at all by Opie’s threats. He steps up to you, staring down. ❝ Think about it, baby girl. You know I’m not wrong.❞
❝ If you’re smart, Reyes, you’ll get out of here. My brother is already looking for one good reason to beat your ass in the ground. You know nothing, by the way..❞
EZ goes, but not without the parting jab, ❝ If you wanna keep your old lady, Winston.. Tell her to fuckin cover up when she leaves th’ house. I’d hate to find out somethin’ happened to her.. Seeing as how she was mine first.❞
And that’s the final straw. Opie shoves through the crowd gathered and catches up to EZ, grabbing hold of him to throw him against the wall. EZ shoves him back, the two men are swinging, shoving and ducking. EZ wrestles Opie to the ground and Opie flips them, a hand around EZ’s throat.
Until Angel strolls over.
❝ This fight is over.❞
Opie chuckles. Wiping blood from his mouth as he sizes up Angel. He’s still holding EZ against the barroom floor but he doesn’t care. He’ll take them both if he has to. The more you stand back and observe, the more turned on you are by just how fierce a protector your man truly is. People are staring and security is poised to strike, ready to throw out all parties involved because this particular bar is a known neutral territory and this kind of shit doesn’t usually fly.
❝ Yeah? See, I don’t agree, Angel.❞ Opie stands, towering over Angel. Sneering. ❝ I’m about fucking tired of your idiot brother sniffing around my girl.❞
Angel grumbles under his breath. And he steps up to Opie, smirking. ❝ What’s the matter, Winston? Feeling threatened?❞
❝ Not at all.❞ Opie’s smirking again. Chuckling to himself. ❝ Do I look like I feel threatened by either of you assholes?❞
Angel spots Tig and Chibs making their way into the bar. It’s now three against two. And Angel just doesn’t feel like this is worth his time. He smirks at Opie. ❝ You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight, Winston. Touch my brother again and I’ll fuck you up.❞
❝ If your brother even breathes around my girl again, I’ll fuck him up.❞ Opie’s calm when he says it. As Angel helps his brother up and out the door of the bar, Opie turns to you. As soon as your costume for the night registers with him, he’s speechless for a good ten seconds. But as soon as that’s over, he’s stepping up into you as if he’s trying to form a shield.
❝ Sorry I’m runnin late.❞ he mumbles against your mouth as his finds yours and one of his massive hands creeps up the short skirt of the costume, rubbing your barely covered cunt. As soon as he realizes just how flimsy the underwear you’re wearing is, he forgets himself for a few seconds, bucking into you while growling low and quiet against the shell of your ear, ❝ We’re not gonna make it t’ the stupid costume contest, darlin.. I’m takin you home..❞
You’re hauled up his body and he walks past Tig and Chibs, Tig calling out with a laugh, ❝ Leavin so soon, Winston?❞
❝ I got better things t’ do, Trager.❞
❝ People, Winston❞ Tig is smirking, you can see him when Opie turns back to flip him off with the hand that isn’t holding onto you, ❝ Fixed it for ya, Winston.❞ 
You laugh. ❝ Take me home, Opie. We can’t help it that Tig’s jealous.❞
Tig mocks you and waves his hands dismissively. Opie wastes no time getting you out into the parking lot and the second he has, you’re sat down on one of the picnic tables in the smoking area by the front door. Opie’s stepping between your legs and staring down at you, pupils shot with lust and his hands all over you, not caring who might or might not see. He leans down into you as his hand settles in the hair at the back of your head and he tugs you into a deep kiss. His other hand creeps up the bottom of the skirt as he bucks himself into you clumsily. ❝ Woman, are you trying to kill me?❞ he asks in a husky voice as the kiss finally breaks, ❝ I haven’t been able to fuckin think straight since that upskirt picture you sent me this morning. Fuck..❞
You can’t help but giggle and you shrug. Playing totally innocent when you tell him that you weren’t trying to do anything, you just thought he might appreciate the view on his lunch break.
❝ I dropped my goddamn wrench, woman. Open my phone and the first thing I see is that sexy little body…❞ Opie’s teasing, chuckling against your ear. A thick digit slips into the fabric covering your cunt and he drags it right between your folds. You whine into his mouth, rocking yourself against his finger as you warn, ❝ We gonna give Charming a show tonight, baby?❞ 
Opie chuckles. Nips roughly at your bottom lip as he responds quietly, ❝ Tempting as that sounds, no. I’m gonna take you home.❞ he pulls you up into his arms again and then he continues,  ❝ And then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my name. After I rip that costume off your pretty little body, baby girl. Is that good enough for you?❞ he’s smirking, especially when you start to rub yourself against him and your legs squeeze his waist tighter. He’s never said anything but he loves the fact that you’re so short. And flexible. With a soft pair of thighs and an ass he’s bitten a time or two because it’s just that juicy. He loves the way it feels when he’s carrying you all wrapped around him like this, your soft little body pressed right against his. Nothing makes him hornier.
❝Fuck.❞ you whine out, biting down on your bottom lip when Opie pauses at the door of his SUV and you find yourself pressed up against it. He’s trying to open it without stopping what he started when he was fingering you while you sat on top of the picnic table. You moan because his fingers are buried inside you, fucking into you and all you want is his cock.
❝ You kiss your daddy with that mouth, princess?❞ Opie teases with a laugh as he sits you in the passenger seat of the SUV and steps between your legs again. You know it’ll drive him crazy, maybe that’s why you choose to respond, ❝ I dunno.. Do I, baby?❞
You’re leaned back against the seat faster than you can process, Opie’s hands and mouth are all over you again, he’s leaving visible marks on your neck and throat as his hands slip up your skirt, fingers burying in your dripping cunt and the other one ends up beneath your shirt, below your bra. As he squeezes your tits and rolls his thumb over your nipple, you’re shivering. Begging for it, telling him how hot and bothered you were watching him stand up for you back inside the bar. Your hand trails down, slipping down the front of his pants. When you start to caress and pump his cock, he’s bucking against your hand, growling against your mouth as he deepens the kiss, lips straying from yours to drag down your neck, latching against skin. The movement of your hand stops and you’re rubbing against him, desperate for more than his fingers buried inside of you and your hand wrapped around his cock. You’re holding onto the waistband of his jeans and he’s slipped his hand out from beneath your shirt, now he’s squeezing your hip. Rubbing you against him because he knows you’re needy right now and he’s needy too.
❝ I can’t fucking wait to get home and tear that costume off that pretty little body, princess. You knew what you were doing when you wore it.❞ he’s chuckling when he says it and you pretend to be clueless which prompts him to grab your hand and slip it down his pants again. When your hand circles his cock again, his breath catches and his head falls back. But then he’s plucking your hand off, pulling it out of his pants. ❝ Home. Now.❞ he growls as he gives you a few more biting and deep kisses and licks the fingers he had buried inside your dripping cunt clean, gripping your jaw to make you watch the entire time. ❝ I’m not makin a mess of my jeans when I can cum inside you, angel.. Don’t y’ want that?❞ he questions.
You whine and nod. You want it more than anything. You love the way it feels when Opie’s fucking you, filling you up with his cum. And when he fucks it back into you after he’s finished…
Just the thought has you begging to be taken home.
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parallelplayers · 2 months
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Parallel Players Reading Guide Pt 1 & Pt 2
I decided to write this out because clearly I did research though no active planning except to get to part 13 which went a different way. So, a little reading guide.
Pt 1 -
George in 2012 at the top of this.
My ‘The Economics of George Russell In Parallel Players’ finances post - I think this is important but especially at the beginning, to see how money works in fashion and later streaming.
Lance at about the same age (middle photo)
Also this photo would’ve been offered at one point, look how cute George was as a child.
George & Alex reference pic for the top of the fic. And another one around that age (this haircut kills me for George).
Why then (2013)? I thought it would be the most heartbreaking point for him. Coming off being double European champion to losing it all is crazy. He said being age 11-14 was the perfect time of his life as well and this slots in when he is fifteen. Actually accidental on my part, didn’t know this bit til like September?
Also this would have been almost directly after the most iconic piece of Glance lore, the 2012 Las Vegas karting event. Here is a snippet from an interview where Lance talks about it, and also you hear how Lance pronounces George (his lil lisp) . Photo of them on that day, which is referenced later several times, bottom left.
Why David? I watched all of Love It Or List It writing this fic so … on top of David means beloved, which worked both ways. I kind of pictured David to look like the actor who played Trent Crimm in Ted Lasso.
George at sixteen ref
Rivka meaning - to bind, to tie. I also liked Rivka Reyes, I thought that would be a cool name.
Angel is self-explanatory, but originally it was Angel and Raven (XMen fan) but I felt like that was too fangirl-y. I do picture her to kind of look like Zoe Kravitz though.
Roddy - glory, ruler. I mostly wanted to use that song as a reference, but he does bring George some glory and rules his stomach/making sure he eats and exercises.
Did Jules pass in this universe? Yes.
Why did George only do one test back in a car? By this point he’s worked so hard, but he also knows the danger. George is a safety freak in real life - he quite literally won’t ski because Toto has told him no - so I do believe that is a common thread in his life.
Why did Alex listen to George and not do RB? Honestly, that’s because Toto got involved and $$.
Why do you write George’s dad like that? Please go read this beautiful post about George’s dad and then come back and tell me I was mean to that man. I think George himself speaking on his father, and just generally how things are with George, I inferred a lot but that’s why I kept David. Him not having Toto, he had to have someone who loves him and lets him work hard. Performative love, y’know?
What happened to Don? George worked less in the States and at this point David was supposed to be a write off character.
Lando’s introduction - I am pretty sure Lando did have an Alex Albon poster at one point, and also Lando’s infamous tweets at Carlos, I find it hard to believe he didn’t do something like that to others but they engaged with him.
Why Ralph Lauren? Honestly, looking at George and comparing him to current models, he falls in line physically closest to Lucky Blue Smith. LBS has a lot more going for him, and I do think Ralph likes a little exclusivity. Which is why I swapped them out. I also do not think Tommy fits George as a brand, and also it’s super easy to dress George in Ralph Lauren. Like, the two of them just fit together. If we have a run around, I think Boss should go to VICARB and Tommy should come home to Aston to be with his favorite driver Lance (insert Tommy Hilfiger comments on Lance’s instagram post that I can’t find). And then Ralph can mosey on up to Mercedes and I can finally FINALLY have George in some good fucking clothes for once.
Pt 2
George in 2019 vs George in 2023. Young George was soooo budding model coded, especially if he had someone monitoring his food, drink, water intake, sending him to the spa twice a month, shaved every week by the barber and a haircut every other week.
Giacomo? Honestly I know a guy named Giacomo and so he got immortalized in this.
Why did you include so much Lawrence? Lawrence (LAwreNCE) is such an integral part of Lance’s life and story and an astute businessman. He made his money in fashion, it made sense to me to have him be invested in George even tho he’s a rando.
Why did George have so much sway with Toto? Toto is a businessman and the attention of having a male model who openly dates women and knows his racing on your side is a smart move. And Lawrence being interested also helped.
Why did you include COVID? First of all I’m not creative. Second of all, COVID is real, it happened, and to shy away from it is pointless.
Why George as a streamer? He was already doing the streams with the other drivers, I would also say he’d want to be included, but genuinely, if you saw this funky little guy (185 cm man from a 153 cm woman) doing his thang and talking to his chat and caring, he’d endear some people. I mean Lando does.
Also this is the reference to George’s ‘thinking’ face aka pursing his face and looking away.
Why don’t you include emojis? I’m not really sure what devices people are using to read on and emojis adjust from device to device. I’m a quite visual person so I want to see them but I didn’t want to add images in either in case it would overload a device.
Did you develop the chat a certain way? Nope I truly just let them develop themselves. Like, I didn’t start the chat with mostly Americans in mind, but then, Americans love a pretty face and deal with personalities later. I considered making Aleix George’s trainer later on but it just didn’t make sense.
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The Dream - An Angel Reyes/OC Story.
So, guys. I want to put this out there to see if anyone is interested, because as usual, I’m doubting myself. If you all do wish to read more, then I won’t begin posting it until next week/week after, which will be for twice weekly updates once each chapter has hit 40 notes. I think that’s fair, given Angel’s popularity around these parts! 
So yes, here’s the prologue. It started life as a completely different fic, originally written 15 years ago now, and I am slowly re-writing it to a better standard. If you’ve ever seen the film The Good Night, you will see I have drawn my inspiration for it from there. I’ve tagged everyone I can think who might be interested, too. I look forward to your thoughts! 
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Words - 945
Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!
Prologue.
The splintered floorboards against his cheek felt rough, yet damp at the same time as Angel opened his eyes a fraction, his head cloudy, a distinct smell of gasoline or something like it hanging in the air. “I went home, didn’t I? How the fuck did I... am I wasted? Did I keep on drinking and go back out, end up someplace?” His thoughts were befuddled as he came around more, everything so tangible that it took him a beat to realise that no, he hadn’t left his home again after the consumption of more alcohol. He was dreaming.  
He opened his eyes properly, experiencing the sensation of his body unconsciously lifting from the floor until he was standing, his booted feet sounding like they were scraping across sandpaper as he took a few steps forward. His eyes were blurry, not focusing, feeling like he was walking through a mist until he felt his head thud off a wall, after which his vision cleared perfectly.
The whole house seemed to be bathed in an eerie green light, yet when Angel looked at himself in the mirror next to where he had hit his forehead so sharply, he appeared perfectly normal; like the light was touching everything else but him. 
He had no idea where he was, this place his dream state imagination had transported him to was not based on any abode he had visited in his waking hours, but when he heard a sudden, thunderous banging noise, his instincts kicked in sharply. He might not have known what the source of the noise was, but he felt on pure instinct that he had to get away from it as fast as he could.  
As he began to run in the opposite direction of where the sound emanated, a sound that grew so loud the floor shook, his feet pounding up the old wooden staircase of what was revealed to be an old, dilapidated house, he experienced the tingling of the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, his muscles tightening, that feeling of dread at being chased by something predatory engulfing him completely.  
The noise was so loud, it deafened him as he took the stairs two at a time, each one splintering and fracturing into nothing beneath his feet as he ran, reaching the top and beginning to sprint along a long, narrow hall. Right at the very end, turning onto the same hallway, he suddenly saw a girl appear, running towards him, turning to look behind over her shoulder and then back at him, both advancing on each other quicker and quicker, but still almost as if they were in slow motion.
He felt an inexplicable desperation to get to her, like his life depended on reaching her and pulling her into his arms. It was at polar juxtapose, so surreal yet so real, he couldn't make sense of any of it. 
He didn't have a clue who she was, but she looked like she needed to get to him every bit as urgently. She kept running to him, her long, brown hair billowing behind her as she ran and ran, reaching his open arms and letting out a huge, relieved sigh.  
He looked down at her, her body pressed to his and felt as if he was losing his whole world into her eyes, like he'd slid into the dilated pupils if he looked at them for too long, those huge, hazel orbs, almost cartoonish, they were so big. His hands moved to her cheeks on instinct, the noise they’d both ran from growing louder, Angel resting his head to hers.  
“Will you look after me? Don’t let it get me,” she spoke, her voice trembling, fear riddling her entire body, he could tell, her arms shaking as she reached to clutch his wrists.  
He nodded rapidly. “It’s okay, I ain’t gonna let anything hurt you.” And he meant it, with every fibre of his being, he meant it from the depths of his soul. Nothing would hurt her, but he had no idea why he was so protective over this diminutive brunette, a mere figment of his imagination, perplexing thoughts riddling him as he stared down at her, feeling his pulse racing madly as the noise grew louder around them.  
On impulse, he leaned down to kiss her, folding almost a foot, she was so tiny compared to him, yet when his lips touched hers, the entire dream imploded on itself, the loud noise booming in explosion as he sat up in his bed, covered in a thin veil of sweat.  
“Shit,” he gasped, gulping. “I gotta stop drinking so much damned tequila.”
Meanwhile...
“Woah!” Keri exclaimed as she sat bolt upright, the last few traces of remembrance of her dream swimming before her eyes, the deafening noise she had heard like something erupting still ringing in her ears.  
As she assessed the surroundings of her bedroom to find some stability, she could swear that the scent of the black haired man whose arms she’d ran to was still lingering under her nose, a man she had never seen before in her entire life, yet been compelled to get to as she’d ran through that house, the stairs crumbling beneath her feet as she’d fled the loud noise which had filled her with such dread.
Picking up her phone, she illuminated the screen, seeing that it was only four thirty in the morning, just three hours after she'd stumbled to bed after going out drinking with her friends. She hadn't expected to wake up again so soon, let alone from the most intense dream she'd ever experienced.
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garbinge · 11 months
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Prank Wars
Angel Reyes x F!Reader
Day 24 from these April Prompts: “Wholesome Pranks”
Summary: Prank Wars at the scrapyard!
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: Angsty, Pranks, Cursing. Mentions of dead parents and family struggling with sickness and addiction. 
A/N: okay, so huge shoutout to Tay because she planted this fun little seed in my head for this fic!! 
Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ @justreblogginfics​ @narcolini​ @danzer8705
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It had been a few years since you started working at the scrapyard, it wasn’t a luxurious job but it was one that not only paid the bills but gave you some extra in your pockets. Angel had hooked you up with the job when he saw you were struggling. Home wasn’t exactly a home, your parents weren’t alive anymore, hadn’t been since you were younger. It left you to live with your grandmother who hadn’t just taken you in but also your aunt and cousins. It was an overcrowded and overwhelming house and it sat 5 doors down from the Reyes house. It wasn’t instant but somewhere down the line as the years passed you became close with the eldest Reyes brother just doors down from you and now, as adults, he was your best friend. 
Angel originally had gotten you a job as barback at the clubhouse, and you were grateful for it. It saved you up enough money to get out of your grandma’s house and into your own space. Something small, or cozy as you called it, but your own. You had eventually worked your way into the scrapyard because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Overhearing Bishop and Taza talk about numbers and manufacturer meetings and how business wasn’t doing too great as you served them beer was the first step into it. You offered your two cents on how to boost business, that turned into giving some occasional business advice. You had gotten an associates degree in business, opportunity was just lacking in Santo Padre. Eventually, you started pulling in buyers, which led you to where you were now. You had taken the scrapyard truck out to a potential buy, but were driving back with a loss. It had already started out as a rough morning and it was just getting rougher. 
It was days like this that you forgot about the multi-year long prank war that you had going with the guys in the club. It was something you and Angel had started prior to you getting close with the club and once it became known across the club, there was no way Gilly and Coco weren’t going to be apart of it. Now, the prank war wasn’t something front of the brain 24/7, that was the secret behind making it successful all these years. It was random. It was calculated but spontaneous all at the same time. 
You whipped open the door to the scrapyard office, it made Angel jump, a scene that would have brought you to laughter any other day but you ignored currently. 
“What the fucks got you twisted?” Angel was now standing, his sleeveless Romero Bros. work shirt covered in dirt and rust. 
“California fuckin’ Steel company. That’s who.” You threw your bag on the desk and placed your hands on your head in an act of stress. 
“Okaaaay,” Angel frowned and stepped out from behind the desk so he was standing to your right. “They’re always on some fuck shit, what’s really your issue?” He saw right through you, a perk and downfall of him knowing you so well. 
You took a deep breath and turned to look up at him as he towered over you. You saw the cuphead patch on his shirt and smirked. “You put the patch I gave you on.” 
Cuphead was a memory you two shared, sitting after school in front of the TV in the Reyes’ living room and playing until Marisol called out for dinnertime or Felipe unplugged the xBox to watch baseball. 
Angel looked down at his shirt and back at you, “Yea, I couldn’t put that shit on my kutte, I’d never hear the end of it.” 
You laughed and shook your head, when you gave him the patch you expected it to sit leaning on the outside of a picture frame in his house, not on any of his clothing items. 
“My grandma’s sick and my cousin, he’s fuckin’ on hooked on that shit again. It’s got him stealing and not just shit around the house but taking my grandma’s pills now.” 
“Fuck.” Angel whispered under his breath and looked away for a second before he was looking back down at you again. 
“It’s fine, I talked to my aunt, they’re looking to put my grandma into a home or something.” You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh.
“That’s bullshit, your grandma’s lived in that house practically her whole life they should send your junkie ass cousin away.” He was getting loud. 
“It’s out of my hands Angel,” You lifted your hands up in innocence “I offered for her to come stay at my place instead, but you know my aunt, she’s” you shook your hand in a way that was meant to describe your aunt as you turned around to look for your car keys. “You get a chance to look at my car yet?” 
After your third time having trouble starting your car, you had asked Angel if he could look at it, it wasn’t the same as giving it to a mechanic but Angel knew a thing or two about mechanics since having his bike. 
“Oh,” Angel went deep into thought, “uh, no.” He reached down and snatched the keys as you went to grab them yourself. 
You looked at him confused. 
“I’ve been up to my fuckin’ eyeballs in paperwork that I barely understand.” He pointed to the stack of manila folders on the table. “Haven’t had a chance to look at it.” 
“Oh alright, well, I’ll take the paperwork. Least I can do so you can fix my shit and save me the 200 bucks. I’ll be in the clubhouse if you need me.” 
“Aight.” Angel let his shoulders slump once you were out of the office. Gilly and Coco making their way into the office now. 
“Yo, you fuck with the wiper fluid and put that fake broken glass shit on her car?” Gilly chuckled as he walked in. 
“I’m bout to go take that shit out.” Angel sounded on edge. 
“The fuck for?” Coco asked, confused since he had thought it was a genius prank. 
“She’s got a lot going on man, it just ain’t the right time.” Angel was making his way out to reverse the pranks he had done to your car. 
“We gotta get them both.” Gilly said with a smirk once Angel was out of earshot. 
“Fuck yea we do.” Coco said, bringing a cigarette up to his mouth. 
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Angel calling out your name caused you to turn around. As you did, you realized the clubhouse had filled up since you had posted up to work in here. A few of the club guys and some hang arounds filling the tables surrounding you. 
“I fixed your car, needed a new battery. Nothing serious. Got one from Walmart.” Angel was making his way over to you and as he reached the seat next to you, he pulled the chair out and made himself comfortable before sliding the keys over to you. 
“Thanks, how much was it? I’ll send you the money.” You pulled your phone out. 
“Nah, don’t worry about it. Just have me over for dinner or some shit soon.” He smirked hoping it’d earn a smile from you as well. 
It did. You smiled and grabbed your keys from the table. 
“You know,” Angel started his sentence without a single thought about where it was really headed, not sure how to say the next few words. “Uh,” he leaned forward, clearly uncomfortable. 
“Spit it out, Angel.” You were now leaning forward too, placing your hand on Angel’s knee in hopes to get him to say whatever he was trying to. 
It did the opposite, it choked him up more until he finally just said it. “I was thinkin’, you could come stay with me if you wanted.” 
Your face twisted in muddled confusion which caused Angel to panic. “Nah I just mean, you know, your grandma might be comin’ to your place and I know you worked mad hard to get your whole bach pad situation and appreciate your alone time so I figured I’d offer my place up,” he said before practically cutting himself off to keep going. “And I know it wouldn’t be living alone but I’m usually always here anyways so you’d have the place to yourself way more than if you stayed with your grandma. I just figured it’d be worth the offer with everything going on–”
You cut Angel off as you lifted off your seat and wrapped your arms around him tightly. His seat pushed back a little from the force of your embrace, he sat there frozen for a second before he let his hands rest on your back. 
“Thank you.” You whispered as you hugged him tightly. A few whistles from the guys filled the air, a couple howls too as you embraced your best friend. It wasn’t shocking, it was a normal occurrence, everyone was in on you and Angel’s connection except the two of you. 
Before you had a chance to make a comment back to them, the clubhouse doors were busting open and Coco and Gilly were entering inside with water guns pointed directly at you and Angel. 
“Get wrecked motherfuckers!!!!!” Gilly screamed as the water gun pressured out gallons of water each time he pumped the gun. 
Out of instinct, Angel grabbed you around your waist as you two toppled behind the table in an attempt to block yourselves from their range. You let out a belly laugh as your backs leaned against the underneath of the table that was turned to its side. Angel looked over at you his frown turning into a smile. 
“We are so going to get them back for this.” 
Angel laughed at that. “In the 6 years we’ve been doing prank wars you never paired up with me once.” 
As you opened your mouth to answer you were hit immediately with a splash of water on your face. Quickly grabbing Angel’s hand you were up and running out of the club house. It was then that you realized Bishop and a few of the other guys were yelling at Coco and Gilly to knock it off but you kept a one track mind and just pulled Angel out to the yard with you. 
You kept moving until you were well into the scrapyard and you knew Coco and Gilly were probably being ripped a new one by Bishop so there wasn’t a chance they’d be able to get you out here. 
“Holy shit.” You laughed and looked up at Angel who was soaked from head to toe. “You’re drenched.” 
“Looks like we match.” Angel pointed to you with the hand that wasn’t still intertwined with yours. 
Your eyes looked down to see the water dripping off the hem of your work shirt and pooling to your feet in the sand/dirt medley on the scrapyard ground. 
“C’mon. We got some extra work shirts laying around, let’s get you one so you don’t have to ride home soaked.” 
“Your home.” You corrected him. His head snapped to you. “Think I might take you up on that offer.” 
Angel didn’t want to change your mind so he just nodded while saying nothing except that he’d get a key made for you. 
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You ran a towel over your hair and were now changed into something dry for the most part as you got into your car. Your driver side window rolled down as Angel stood a few yards from you a lot less drenched than before but still sporting wet hair, his normal styled hair was sobbing wet and falling around his forehead. Gilly and Coco were on the porch of the clubhouse and you offered them both a smile and middle finger before starting to back up. 
“Thanks for fixing my car!” You went to beep the horn as a thanks when you heard the flag raise sound from the Cuphead game leave your horn. The high pitch glissando of someone sliding across the keys and the announcement of cuphead filling the air. 
Your jaw dropped and turned to Angel very slowly. His eyes were wide and he was immediately yelling out to you. 
“I thought I changed everything back!” 
You continued to back out and as you put the car in drive you said one last thing to Angel before leaving. 
“Oh it’s on, Reyes.”
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so-easy-to-love-me · 2 years
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Note: While some of these are older, the list is not complete. I chose to leave out some less popular fics that you can still find on my AO3 along with the others. 
Liminal spaces - High Rise, Dr Robert Laing x ofc (preface to upcoming story)
Cross - Mission Impossible: Fallout, August Walker x original female character
Down - Henry Cavill x reader, Sebastian Stan x reader, Chris Evans x reader ;)
In plain sight - The Tudors, Charles Brandon Duke of Suffolk x original female character
Piece of me - Mayans MC, Manny x reader 
Asgardian Delights - Avengers, Loki x reader
Aching Bones series (WIP) - Mayans MC, Angel Reyes x reader, EZ Reyes x reader
Vivid dream - Chris Evans x reader 
Puppets on a string - Avengers AU, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x reader
Arriving home - Avengers, Steve Rogers x reader 
The divided bride series (unfinished) - Loki x reader, Thor x reader
My Thursdays with Oakley masterpost (all 12 chapters incl. The Halloween Special) - Unrelated, Oakley x reader (Tom Hiddleston)
Equation - Twins!Tom Hiddleston x reader 
The Florentine woman - Renaissance AU!Tom Hiddleston x reader 
Professor X series (finished) - X-Men, Charles Xavier x reader 
Baptism of fire - Wheatland!Tom Hiddleston x male character
The third course - Actor!Tom Hiddleston x reader 
We are the night - Only lovers left alive, Adam x reader (Tom Hiddleston)
Absolution - Priest!Tom Hiddleston x reader 
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drabbles-mc · 1 year
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I posted 6,141 times in 2022
That's 1,983 more posts than 2021!
1,192 posts created (19%)
4,949 posts reblogged (81%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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@drabbles-mc
@mijagif
@fanficmemes
@ithinkwehitametaphor
I tagged 4,863 of my posts in 2022
Only 21% of my posts had no tags
#ask - 755 posts
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#anonymous - 428 posts
#javier peña - 237 posts
#juice ortiz - 221 posts
#javier pena - 218 posts
#horacio carrillo - 214 posts
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#jj maybank - 210 posts
#ez reyes - 204 posts
Longest Tag: 133 characters
#this is one of the only fics i've ever written where i wanted so badly to build out the universe but i had no idea what to do with it
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Objectively
Bishop Losa x F!Reader
Dedicated to the loveliest of all @withmyteeth​ 💛 And inspired by This Post
Warnings: language, alcohol, jealous Bish starting shit
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: This evolved as I wrote it. Which like. How disgustingly on brand for me lmao. But I loved writing this so much. Also let the record show that for me personally I think that EZ is easily the hottest guy in the club but that’s a whole other thing. I’ll let Angel have it for one fic 😂
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I couldn’t find the gif of Bishop yeeting Angel to the floor but that’s what I originally had in mind for this lmao
“I’m just saying,” you shook your head as EZ handed you another beer, “sometimes you just look at someone and know that they got way too far in life just being pretty.”
He chuckled, wiping down the bar, “I don’t think that applies to anyone here.”
Rolling your eyes, your response came rapid-fire, “Oh shut up, you’re the worst offender of them all, Golden Boy.” He chuckled, smiling as he shook his head, and you emphatically pointed at him, “That! That right there. Tryna pretty your way out of being called out. Unbelievable.”
Both of you broke down into laughter. You were going to keep prodding him about it when you felt a hand land on your hip. Looking back over your shoulder, your laughter shifted into a smile when you saw Bishop standing behind you. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Everything alright over here?” amusement was laced into his tone.
You nodded, laughing quietly, “Yea, we’re alright. Just explaining to EZ how some of these boys need a good humbling.”
“Oh?” he raised his eyebrows as he took a seat on the stool next to yours.
“She said they need humbling because they’re too pretty,” EZ elaborated with a laugh.
“Too pretty?” each sentence either of you said only seemed to confuse him more and more, “These guys?” he gestured towards the pool table where most of the club was congregated.
You laughed, “I don’t expect either of you to get it,” you shook your head slightly, “Men.”
“No, go on,” EZ loved nothing more than being a nudge, “explain.”
“Well,” you took a long drink from your beer bottle before continuing, “EZ is the prettiest one in the club. Obviously.”
“Obviously,” he nodded from the other side of the bar, feigning a serious expression.
“Can’t have dimples like that and not be called pretty, Boy Scout,” you laughed, “And Riz has, you know,” you gestured to your head, “the hair. So that’s two pretty boys.”
“I feel like you’ve given this a lot of thought,” Bishop was watching your expressions as you spoke.
“I could write a dissertation, believe me,” you laughed. Leaning over, you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “But no one is as ruggedly handsome as you, Obispo. Don’t you worry.”
He let out a quiet laugh and shook his head, not commenting on the matter further. Meanwhile, EZ leaned forward onto the bar, arms braced against the edge of it, “Angel’s gonna be pissed when he finds out he didn’t make the list.”
“Oh,” you waved your hand dismissively, “no offense, little Reyes, but your brother is the hottest guy in the club.”
Both men’s eyes snapped to you, but EZ was the only one who spoke up, “What?”
“What?” you looked back and forth between them, “It’s true. Like, objectively.”
“Angel?” Bishop said the name and it was like he couldn’t believe you were both talking about the same guy.
“I’m just saying, like, from an outside perspective. Not taking into account personality or brain capacity. On looks alone he’s got it. The man is 6’4 and covered in tattoos. Legs for days, little bit of beard, the,” you wiggled your fingers, “the rings,” you shrugged, “He’s hot.”
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In Case Of Emergency
Angel Reyes x F!Reader
Request by Anon: Could I request a Drabble of angel having to ask a favor of a nurse he’s interested in? I’ll leave the rest up to you ♥️😊
Warnings: 18+, mentions of blood/injuries, language, no use of “y/n”
Word Count: 2.8k
A/N: You said drabble. And when I sat down to write this I didn’t plan on it going past 1k. But here we are. And I hope you enjoy the excess 😂
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“You have her number, man,” EZ sucked in a breath as he gripped onto his thigh just above his knee, “just fucking call her.”
Angel shook his head even though he knew that what EZ was saying was the most logical solution, “Nah, I’m not doing that. We’ll just, we’ll take you to our guy acr—”
“We don’t have that kind of time!” EZ snapped.
“What if she’s working?”
EZ rolled his eyes, “Tell her it’s an emergency!”
Angel fumbled with the phone in his hands, “I don’t, I don’t even know her like that! I can’t just ask her to leave work.”
EZ huffed, taking one hand off of his bleeding leg to try and swipe the phone away from his brother, “I’m not gonna bleed out here because you’re too nervous to call the fucking nurse you have a crush on, man.”
Angel held the phone out of his reach, “Alright! Alright. Fuck. I’ll call her,” he scrolled through his contacts until he landed on your name, “But if she reports us to the fucking cops, it’s your fault.”
“They’ve got doctors in prison, too, I’ll be fine,” he grit his teeth as he kept pressure on his leg.
You had just walked through the door of your apartment after a long shift. What was supposed to be an already long 12-hour shift, ended up turning into an 18-hour shift when someone didn’t show and they needed you to stay until they managed to get someone else to come in and make up the difference. You had been exhausted and ready to leave, but you were already there and didn’t see much point in creating an argument over it.
All of that to say, it felt more than amazing to drop your duffle bag on the floor just inside your apartment. You didn’t bother reaching down to untie your sneakers, instead just stepping on the heel of them and slipping your foot out of them. You were a few seconds away from peeling off your scrubs when your phone started going off in your pocket. A deep sigh came out as you grabbed your phone, hoping that it was literally anyone besides your supervisor at the hospital.
When you saw Angel’s name flashing across your screen, the first thing you felt was confusion. The two of you had exchanged a few texts here and there. If you were honest, sometimes you got the vibe that he was into you, and you would’ve been lying if you said that you weren’t into him as well. But he’d never been too forward, and you certainly didn’t think that the two of you were at the point where you would be randomly calling each other late at night. Maybe he butt-dialed you? Maybe he was drunk? Or maybe it was a booty-call that you shouldn’t even answer? It was anyone’s guess.
Before it could go to voicemail, you hit the accept button, “Hello?”
He could hear the exhaustion in your voice and he immediately regretted calling you, “Hey, querida.”
His voice was soft, nervous, which was so unlike him. But it at least meant that he wasn’t drunk at a club somewhere calling you for something that he probably shouldn’t be. Raking your fingers along your scalp you said, “Hey. It’s…late. Everything alright?”
“You up for doin’ me a favor right now?” he rested his hand on the back of his neck, trying to avoid looking at EZ who couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.
“What kind of favor do you need at,” you glanced over at the clock on your stove, “late,” you let out a tired laugh.
“My brother got shot,” he knew he should’ve tried to cushion the words, but he wasn’t thinking quick enough on his feet to do so.
“What?”
“Yea. We, uh, we’ve got a guy across the border but I don’t…I don’t think we got that kinda time. He can’t walk on his leg like this.”
“Jesus, Angel,” you sighed running your hand down your face, “You tie his leg off?”
“N-no,” he’d never heard you sound so stern, and he imagined that’s what you sounded like when you were directing other people at work.
“Alright. Well, do that, and then text me the address of wherever you are. I’m heading back to my car now.”
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#3
Rinsing Off
Jax Teller x F!Reader
Inspired by Day 31 of the August Prompts: water park
Warnings: 18+, smut, language
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: I don’t usually get like this about Jax but here we are. Ending the August Prompts marathon with a bang! I like to think that this is a good balance of steamy and sweet. Hope y’all enjoy, and thank you for joining me on the ride of getting a fic out every day! The fact that I only missed one day and ended up catching up almost immediately had me impressed with myself lmao
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The car ride home had been almost completely silent. Jax had the radio on, but made sure to keep the volume extremely low so as to not wake the two boys who were passed out in their car seats in the back. Truth be told, you were on the brink of falling asleep yourself. If it had been a little later, the sky a little darker, Jax would’ve been the only one in the car who was awake after the busy day the four of you had had.
You were on the brink of letting your eyes drift shut when you felt Jax’s hand land on your thigh. You hummed in contentment at the feeling of his finger tracing back and forth along the exposed skin of your leg. Jax chuckled, eyes still fixed on the road as he shook his head at you.
“What’re you laughin’ about over there?” you turned and looked at him, still leaned against the headrest behind you.
“Nothin’, babe,” he still had a hint of laughter in his voice.
“That’s not convincing,” you chuckled as you reached and rested your hand on his shoulder.
He looked over at you for a moment, smiling before returning his attention to the road, “It’s just funny, y’know?”
“What is?”
The smile on his face grew, “You used to be up all night partying and still go to work the next day. Now? One day out with the boys and you’re about to be asleep before nine.”
You chuckled, giving his shoulder a squeeze, “Yea, but partying wasn’t nearly as tiring as chasing those two around all day.”
“Water park was your idea, remember.”
You laughed, shaking your head, “Yea, I know. Must’ve forgotten how old I am now. Old lady is more than just a title these days.”
He shook his head at you, rolling his eyes, “Stop, don’t do that.”
You laughed softly before the two of you fell silent again, letting the static-riddled radio station filter classic rock through the speakers. You were a little more awake now, but not much. You shifted around, propping your feet up on the dash and purposely ignoring Jax’s scoff at the action. No matter how many times you did it, and reminded him that even if he was driving it was still your car and you could put your feet up on the dash if you pleased.
Before you knew it, Jax was rolling into the driveway at the house. Undoing your seatbelt, you looked over your shoulder at the boys again, their heads lolled off to the side as they slept. You smiled before diverting your gaze to Jax, who was already looking at you.
“Wanna carry me in after you carry them in?” you asked with a laugh.
“C’mon,” he pushed the door open with the ball of his foot, “let’s get all three of you party animals inside.”
Jax got Abel out of his car seat while you carried Thomas inside. It took no real effort at all to get the two of them to bed. Thomas stayed asleep the entire time you changed him into his pajamas, and Abel woke up for a minute or so to shimmy into his dinosaur pj’s but then he was out like a light again as soon as his head hit the pillow. Jax was pulling the blanket back up over him and the little boy’s eyes were already shut.
Jax kissed the top of his head, ruffling his hair lightly before stepping back and heading for the door, smiling when he saw you lingering in the doorway waiting for him. The light from the hallway almost turned you into a silhouette, but he could still see the smile on your face.
“Thomas all set?” he draped his arm around you as he pulled the door shut with his other hand.
You nodded, leaning into him, “Yea, didn’t even wake up at all. I think he’s gonna sleep right through till morning.”
“He’s not the only one,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he kissed your temple, “You ready for bed?”
As much as you wanted to say yes, you shook your head, “I gotta shower, Jax. I can’t sleep smelling like chlorine.”
He nodded, “I get it.”
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#2
Sanctuary
Happy Lowman x F!Reader
Request from @pumpkin-spice-hate​: I was wondering if you could write something about falling asleep on Happy Lowman’s chest after an unbelievably shit day
Warnings: language, alcohol, Happy unintentionally being a softie
Word Count: 1k
A/N: Been having a rough week or so, so this fic was very cathartic to write haha. I’ve been enjoying the Happy requests, trying to wrap my mind around writing him as a character has been fun. Enjoy this soft little snippet! 
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“I’m coming over”
Happy had never stared so hard at three words on a phone screen before. He didn’t mind you coming over to his house. Truthfully, he was at the point where he wished that you would show up uninvited more often. But you still always asked, respecting the fact that he was a man with an intense need for privacy. He wasn’t going to try and figure out what was going on, knowing that he’d never been good at guessing games, especially when it came to you.
It wasn’t too long before his front door was opening and you stepped inside. You immediately took off your boots and dropped your bag by the door. He watched you intently from the couch, trying to get a read on you. You silently walked past him and made your way towards the kitchen, your only acknowledgment so far was the hand that ghosted along his shoulders as you walked by. His eyes stayed glued to you despite the fact that you had yet to say anything to him.
He watched you as you walked over to the fridge, opening it and pulling out a beer bottle. Twisting the top off and tossing it onto the counter, you brought the dark green bottle to your lips. You had to make a conscious effort to not drink the whole thing in one go.
Happy gave you a few seconds of quiet alone time before getting up off the couch and walking over to you. Without a word, he gently took the bottle from your hands and set it on the counter. The gesture got you to finally look at him. He tilted his head to the side, brows knitting in a way that silently asked what was wrong.
You were halfway through faking a smile when you broke down. You’d spent the past few days sucking it up and faking it around everyone else, and you were exhausted. You couldn’t force yourself to do the same thing again, not in front of Happy.
Crumpling into his chest, you felt his body tense for a moment, not quite expecting that reaction. After a couple of seconds, you felt the secure hold of his arms around you, only making you lean more into him. he leaned his head against yours, trying to figure out what to do, what you needed. He’d never seen you like this before. He’d seen your rage, but never your sadness.
You didn’t need him to say anything. Happy was many things, but talkative wasn’t one of them. And you knew that, and you loved him all the more for it. You just wanted to cry and have someone hold you while you did. Happy was great for that.
He felt your hands ball into fists against his back, gripping tight to the worn fabric of his t-shirt, the same fabric that was now damp against his chest from your tears. He was fairly certain that if you pulled your bodies any closer they would meld together completely. For a moment he thought to himself that that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
“I’m so fucking tired,” your words were muffled against his chest, but he still heard them.
He squeezed you a little tighter for a moment, still not quite sure what to say. His fingertips pressed into your back and you tried to focus on that sensation. You felt him leave a kiss on the side of your head, but he didn’t try to pull away or encourage anything more.
You had no idea how long the two of you stood like that, tangled up in the middle of his kitchen. The silence, something that was a mark of familiarity with Happy, had never felt so comforting. His chest rose and fell, his heart thudding against your cheek.
Finally, you pulled away. Taking a ragged breath, you wiped at the smudges of tears still on your face. You shook your head, not quite able to look him in the eye, “Sorry.”
He didn’t acknowledge the apology, “What do you need me to do?”
Happy didn’t know who or what caused you to break down like that. But any request that fell from your lips in that moment, he would fulfill without any question or hesitation. You wouldn’t have to give a reason. Not to him, not if it was for you.
Shaking your head, you sniffled and wiped at the tears you left on his shirt, “Nothing. Today just,” you tried to take a deep breath, “got to me.”
He nodded, and you could see it in his eyes that he was trying to figure out what to do next. “You eat?” he asked.
You nodded, “Yea. I just, can we,” you didn’t know why it felt so childish to ask, your brain was on a rampage all day making you question everything, “can I just lay with you?” you gestured to the couch.
Happy nodded, feeling like he should be doing more for you but not quite knowing what. He let you hold his hand as the two of you walked to the couch. He leaned back against the arm of the couch, legs stretched across the cushions. The second you laid with him, your head resting against his chest as his arms looped loosely around you, your chest felt lighter.
He felt the deep inhale that you took, and immediately feared that you were going to break down again. Instead, you let out a slow steady exhale as your body fought to finally calm down. Happy wrapped his arms a little tighter around you and gave you a squeeze nonetheless, and you certainly didn’t mind it.
You shut your eyes, opting to focus on his steady heartbeat rather than the television. Each slow breath you took made you feel a little more at home. The heat radiating off of him was enough to put you to sleep, and before you knew it, you were passed out against his chest.
Happy hadn’t noticed, though. Without thinking much of it, he let his hand come to rest on the back of your head, mumbling out a quiet, gruff, “I love you.”
When you didn’t respond, he looked down, the features of his face immediately softening when he saw that you were asleep. He chuckled softly to himself as he took in how peaceful you looked now compared to how you looked when you walked through the door. He held you a little tighter as he returned his attention to the television.
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My #1 post of 2022
Late Nights
JJ Maybank x F!Reader
Whumptober 2022: No.7 The Way You Shake and Shiver- Shaking Hands
Warnings: angst, mentions of bruises
Word Count: 1.1k
A/N: I was overdue for some OBX fic. JJ deserves someone to run to. Hope you enjoy! xo
Outer Banks Taglist: @garbinge​​ (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)
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You should’ve fallen asleep a long time ago. It was starting to creep towards the small hours of the morning but you were still up, your nose buried deep in a book. You were using the flashlight on your phone to read and it made you feel like you were a child all over again.
When you first heard the tapping sound against your window, you jumped slightly. Between your immersion in your book and the fact that there was no reason for anything or anyone to be tapping on your window at this hour, you felt a jolt of anxiety go through you.
You slowly got out of bed, taking careful, calculated steps over towards your window. Part of you wanted to ignore it and hope it would go away, but you were too curious to let it go now. Taking a deep breath, you reached and pulled the curtain to the side ever so slightly.
Relief washed through you when saw that it was just JJ on the other side of the glass. Setting your phone down, you made quick work of the lock on your window and pushed it up. You didn’t get a good look at him as he fumbled his way through your window. But the relief of realizing that it was him there was quickly being replaced by a different sense of unease because there was no good reason that JJ would be showing up outside your window at one in the morning.
“Didn’t know if you would be awake,” he sounded tired, sad.
“Got sucked into a book,” you replied as you walked over, turning on the lamp next to your bed.
The light wasn’t overbearingly bright, but it was enough to give you a good look at JJ. Your heart ached as you took in the sight of him. The bruises weren’t new—you saw them a few days ago when they were fresh. They were fading now, no longer deep purple. But it never got any less heartbreaking to see. Aside from the bruises, though, you saw the defeated look on his face. You tried to figure out if he showed up to talk, or if he just needed to not be home anymore.
“Wanna stay over?” you asked.
His brows furrowed, confusion written all over his face. “Won’t your parents have, you know, a giant problem with that?”
You chuckled softly at his concern. Shrugging, you said, “You can sneak back out the window in the morning if you want.” You paused, seeing him thinking about what you said. “Just seems like maybe you don’t want to be home right now.”
He gave a slow nod. “Yea, okay.”
It wasn’t the first time that JJ had ever come and crashed at your place. But the few other times that it happened, it was when your parents were out of town. And it usually followed a night when you had your entire group of friends over and a lot of people were crashing because they weren’t in any place to drive or ride home. This was different. The stakes felt higher.
You walked back over and got back onto your side of the bed. You were setting your book off to the side when you realized that JJ was still standing in the middle of your room. He was watching you intently, hands stuffed in his pockets like he was waiting for another cue from you.
You tilted your head slightly as you motioned to the other side of the mattress. “C’mon.”
Worry creased his brow for a moment. “I can just,” he gestured to the floor.
You chuckled and shook your head. “J, c’mon, I think I’ve fallen asleep on top of you in a hammock before. We can sleep in the same bed. It’s okay.”
The smile he gave you was a weak one, but it was there nonetheless. He walked over to your bed, untying and toeing off his boots before crawling into bed beside you. He slipped beneath the covers next to you, both of you sitting with your backs against your headboard. Every now and then you would look over at him, but his eyes were fixed on the blanket covering the two of you, nervously fidgeting beneath the covers.
“You wanna talk about it?” you asked.
“About what?”
You waited for him to look at you, “Whatever made you come over here tonight.”
He took a deep breath, one that you could hear catching in his throat. He shook his head. “I don’t.”
You weren’t going to force it, not on a night when he seemed so exhausted. There would be more time tomorrow to press it if you needed to. “Okay. You…you wanna try and get some sleep?”
He hesitated by he finally nodded, “Y-yea. Okay.”
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Obsessed with one of my JJ fics being my top post of the year. It's what he deserves. Whumptober King 😌
Also the way that I'm not surprised at all that Cricket is the person I've reblogged from the most. Tbh I would be upset if any other blog took that spot. 😂💖
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madhare0512 · 2 years
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The Chaos Crew
hello and welcome to me explaining/talking about my aus:
today's au is: the Chaos Crew
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this started out as a dinky little idea presented to me by my good friend @galaxysanduniversesinmymind. their idea was, "what if Street from S.W.A.T., Deeks from NCIS, and Buck from 9-1-1 knew each other" and then spiraled from there as we added more and more fandoms. the first fic was posted in January of 2021 and a year and a half later, now has 6 other writers and 38 fics with more planned.
let me tell you, if you'd told me two years ago that a universe I made would blow up so much, I'd laugh because nothing I've ever made has ever blown up like that.
the Chaos Crew universe was originally named 'how two LAPD officers and one firefighter accidentally become the most powerful people on earth' and mostly featured S.W.A.T.'s Jim Street. then, as I branched out into other shows, it gained more and more stars. galaxy started writing a chat fic and truthfully, it only went uphill from there.
if I'm honest with myself I couldn't have done this without galaxy or another friend of ours. this universe grew out of my control and I'm happier for it. so, in honor of 1 and a half years (a totally real anniversary I definitely didn't just make up) here's a bit of explaining what the CC is:
the CC refers to the universe of the Chaos Crew. it also refers to the Chaos Crew consisting of 12 members well versed in creating and survived chaotic situations.
the twelve members are: Jim Street (S.W.A.T.), Marty Deeks (NCIS: Los Angeles), Evan "Buck" Buckley (9-1-1), Matt Casey (Chicago Fire), Jay Halstead (Chicago PD), Will Halstead (Chicago Med), TK Strand (9-1-1: Lone Star), Christopher LaSalle (NCIS: New Orleans), Nick Burkhardt (Grimm), Nick Torres (NCIS), Diego Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy), and Clay Spenser (S.E.A.L. Team)
they have a group chat called Chaos Incarnate, which we'll sums up their interactions and their daily lives. the CI chat has a sister group appropriately named the Chaos Caretakers, nicknamed the Caretakers chat. this chat is for the people who take care of or care for a person in the CI chat.
the people in this chat are Chris Alonso (S.W.A.T.), Eric Beale (NCIS: Los Angeles), Josh Russo (9-1-1), Kelly Severide (Chicago Fire), Adam Ruzek (Chicago PD), Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz (Chicago PD), Connor Rhodes (Chicago Med), Judd Ryder (9-1-1: Lone Star), Sebastian Lund (NCIS: New Orleans), Monroe (Grimm), Jimmy Palmer (NCIS), Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy), and Brock Reynolds (S.E.A.L. Team)
this is also a Soulmates universe. there are three types of Soulmates: romantic, platonic, and familial.
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ships include:
The S.W.A.T. Polycule (Jim Street, Donavon Rocker, Victor Tan, Bonnie Lonsdale, Chris Alonso, Erika Rogers)
Densi (Marty Deeks/Kensi Blye)
Calic (Eric Beale/G Callen)
Russley (Evan Buckley/Josh Russo)
Sevasey (Matthew Casey/Kelly Severide)
Mousestead (Jay Halstead/Mouse Gerwitz)
Buruzwater (Adam Ruzek/Kim Burgess/Kevin Atwater)
Rhodestead (Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes)
Tarlos (TK Strand/Carlos Reyes)
Jace (Judd Ryder/Grace Ryder)
Monrosanick (Nick Burkhardt/Monroe/Rosalee Calvert)
Palmtorrezzo (Nick Torres/Jimmy Palmer/Tony DiNozzo)
Lundkingsalle (Christohper LaSalle/Sebastian Lund/Dwayne Pride)
Patchgreeves (Diego Hargreeves/Eudora Patch)
SpiritWitch (Klaus Hargreeves/Elijah Mikaelson)
Reynser (Clay Spenser/Brock Reynolds)
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Soulmate bonds work quite similarly to a telephone game. Romantic Soulmates get thoughts and feelings, Platonic Soulmates might be able to catch what you thinking and they can feel what your thinking, familial bonds are muted feelings and work of those feelings alone.
the distinction between Soulmates isn't quite clear, sometimes you end up dating your Platonic Soulmate or someone in your familial bond. most people find their Soulmates, but some people don't have Soulmates or don't want a relationship beyond friends or any relationship at all.
a good example of this is Julie and the Phantoms. Julie and Luke are Romantic Soulmates, however, Julie is dating Carrie while Luke is dating Alex and Reggie.
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fandoms for this universe include:
- SWAT (2017)
- 9-1-1
- Lone Star
- NCIS
- NCIS: Los Angeles
- NCIS NOLA
- NCIS Hawai'i
- Chicago Fire
- Chicago PD
- Chicago Med
- Chicago Justice
- Grimm
- Umbrella Academy
- SEAL Team
- Scorpion
- MacGyver
- Hawai'i Five-0
- Magnum PI
- Supernatural
- Shadowhunters
- Percy Jackson & the Olympions (and relating books and fandoms)
- Mission Impossible
- Sherlock
- Law and Order
- Criminal Minds
- Flashpoint
- Vampire Diaries
- The Originals
- Legacies
- Charlie's Angels
- James Bond
- Numb3rs
- Marvel Cinimatic Universe -- X Men
- DCU
- House MD
- CSI
- The Listener
- Teen Wolf
- Brooklyn-99
- Ghost Whisperer
- Lucifer
- The Old Guard
- Fast and Furious
- White Collar
- Now You See Me
- National Treasure
- Lie to Me
- Baby Driver
- Grey's Anatomy
- Station 19
- FBI Universe
- Julie and the Phantoms
- Doctor Who
- Torchwood
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special thank you to my fellow CC writers:
- @existential-bisis
- @chewiemadwriter
- @madddddy
- @bravo-four-seal-team
- @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou
- two friends who don't have tumblrs I'm aware of
- and galaxy
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thank you! and please feel free to ask any questions!
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zaenight · 6 months
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Crazy but she's mine ch23
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"Ezekiel you need to take a shower and come to bed , your pacing's giving me a headache." Jackie said as Ez stopped , She placed her hands on the sides of his face , his eyes shut , and breathing uneven.
Jackie gets it , imagine finding out one of you biggest enemies was your oldest brother , and then having to burn and bury him.
The men helped Emily to the other side of the border were she was placed with trusted family members of the club.
"Lo siento." Ez said opening his eyes , and kissing her wrist , before kissing her lips .
"Don't apologize , just take a shower- Or we can take a shower together that works too." Jackie said as Ez pulled her hand to the restroom , with a chuckle , the two ended up bathing instead , with Ez having Wandering hands.
Miguel Galindo was no more , along with luis , the two were burned and buried.
And Ezekiel Reyes couldn't care less , because that man was no brother of his , and threatened his Girls and his club , so did he care ? , Fuck no.
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one month later
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Ez reyes was in bed , his pregnant girl in his arms , he was snoring softly , untill a wet tongue licked his face , a wet snout , poking him.
"Sally." He groaned swatting at the dog.
A gruff bark echoed the room , followed by a laugh , Jackie's laugh.
A flash made him groan , as he opened his eyes , he raised his brow.
Illiana gave a cheeky smile as she held the camera , Ez glanced at Jackie , who was petting sally.
"Sally just wanted to wake you up , I let you sleep in a bit , Angel called saying there was a party at the clubhouse." Jackie said rubbing her stomach , any day now baby reyes would be here.
"You three are enjoying this arn't you?" Ez groaned.
"Yes , yes we are ." Illiana said letting out a laugh , lets just say a pillow fight happened.
#LetEzsleep
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The club laughed and drank , some so drunk they danced with brooms.
"I don't want this to end Ezekiel." Jackie whispered .
"And it won't , Mi amor." Ez said kissing her.
"Ezekiel , I want to get ma-Oh fuck!" Jackie said looking down.
Her exclamation , made the club freeze , Bottles turning of the music.
"I think the fucking baby's coming." Jackie said as the boys rushed and stumbled drunkly to her.
"THE BABY SHALL BE BORN!" A very drunk creeper yelled , as Jackie yelled out in pain.
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artemiseamoon · 1 year
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Death Kiss
Status: COMPLETE
Bishop Losa, Reyes brothers and Ocs | Mayans x Vampire (1998)
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A mini fic | part of Frightfest | ✨✨A03 story link ✨✨| moodboards | Moodboards
Previews - tumblr main and @artemiseamoon-updates | Full works post to A03
Summary
Blu and the Sugarplums are hired for a private party that turns deadly. In the aftermath of blood and death, the survivors team up with vampire hunters for survival.
Overall warnings
vampire stuff, some gore, sexual situations, deaths, a person gets held up and their car stolen but w/o any physical violence (not diminishing how shitty that act is, but in case anyone is sensitive to that, know there is no violent act involved) accidents (like a car crashing)
Characters
There are a few, so below is a key if you need it, or to come back to it as you read.
Bishop and the Reyes Brothers
Their team of vampire hunters (only some mentioned by name like Jim, Chris )
My Ofcs: Blu and Luz (Blu is 38, Lux is 27)
The Sugarplums aka the working ladies, there are about 10 of them (only some mentioned by name like Luz, Hazel, Candy)
Side characters: Father Adam Guiteau, Sheriffs (Sheriff Perry), Deputies (Deputy Kyle), etc. , Father Gio
Mayans note
I did not have the heart to kill a bunch of the Mayans guys, I love them too much. So I am just using Bishop and the Reyes Brothers for this, the rest of their team is filled with made up side characters.
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Chapter one: sugarplum and blood
Chapter two: a place to lay low
Chapter three: it’s starting
Chapter four: welcome to the team sweetheart
Chapter five: end of the line
Chapter six: no going back
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My main Oc, Blu
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saturnville · 1 year
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hiiii friends 🫶🏾 i hope you’ve been well in the midst of chaos. i have couple of updates for you all.schedule is about to free up. that being said, I’ll reveal some of things I’ve been writing:
2 five part short stories about tariq st. patrick bc I’m obsessed.
a one shot about shuri and her being obsessed w her partner
and little poetry tings.
i also wanted to ask if there was anything specific y’all wanted to see? as a refresher, i write for the following:
steve rogers/captain america
andy barber
dr. strange
shuri udaku
tasm!peter parker
mcu!peter parker
angel reyes
ezekiel reyes
miguel galindo
tariq st. patrick
and a few more i can’t remember LOL
i don’t write for real people much…unless i’m referring to them as inspiration for a character. so yeah, just let me know. dm’s are always open. i apologize for the ones i haven’t gotten to just yet, life has been rough :( but it’s getting better!
i have a poll for y’all too 🌺
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sunnydaleherald · 2 years
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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday, June 23rd
HARMONY: Who-hoo! This is gonna be great! I am an evil fighter! That's why I suck at being evil. I was meant to fight evil! It's so clear to me now. (to Cordy) Is this what it feels like to have a purpose? I mean, wow! Look at us. We're working together. I've never had a job before. We can meet at the water cooler and gossip.
~~Disharmony~~
The Sunnydale Herald is looking for at least one new editor! Contributing to the Herald is a great way to get your Buffy on! Find out more here.
[Drabbles & Short Fiction]
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Noche de reyes (in Spanish) by irati (Spike/Alex Krycek, The X-Files crossover, E)
Angel's (Not So Much) Inner Monologue by girlpire (Angel/Spike, M)
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the pattern won’t wash out by explosionshark (Buffy/Faith, not rated)
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Do You Like My Lips of Spike? by cawthraven (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)
[Chaptered Fiction]
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Hanging out in cheap motel rooms, Chapter 20 (complete) by CookieDoughMe (Faith/Dean Winchester, Supernatural crossover, E)
Chasing Sunrise, Chapter 3 by summers-maclay-lehane (ofstormsandwolves) (Giles/Jenny, T)
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Anything We Want, Chapters 13-15 by scratchmeout (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)
Talkative Minds, Chapter 5 by Jws1993 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)
Someone To Lean On, Chapter 9 by MaggieLaFey (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)
Consequences, Chapter 9 by Jws1993 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)
Deadly Denial, Chapter 13 by Jws1993 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)
Après, Chapter 15 by Ninereeds (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)
The Slayer and the Vampire, Chapter 35 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG)
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Always and Forever Yours, Chapter 19 by Buffyworldbuilder (Ensemble, The Originals crossover, FR7)
Death Is Buffy's Next Great Adventure, Chapter 87 by Sharie (Buffy/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter crossover, FR15)
[Images, Audio & Video]
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DALL-E mini generated image: Buffy collage by Anna0nas (worksafe)
DALL-E mini generated image: Illyria in a beautiful dress by Ali_Amberfall (worksafe)
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Artwork: Buffy but she’s a Magical Girl by stardustmacaron (worksafe)
Artwork: Kitty (Spike) by spikedru (worksafe)
Artwork: More Spike because I can and I will by lupotterdraws (worksafe)
Artwork: Miss Buffy Summers, the queen & vampire slayer by kinbarikei (worksafe)
Artwork: Utterly Unofficial Buffy Tarot by bramcrackers (worksafe)
Playlist: With Her I Die: A Spike & Drusilla Playlist by maliignant
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Fanvid: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Fan-Made) Intro by PRIYA PINEAPPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fanvid: Angel (Fan-Made) Intro by PRIYA PINEAPPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fanvid: Dawn Summers Tik Tok Compilation by ♡ No Name ♡
Fanvid: buffy + spike | you know i love a london boy by loveisntbrains
Fanvid: buffy + spike | fool for love by loveisntbrains
Fanvid: buffy the vampire slayer / penn / she knows by Mew kuson
Fanvid: Buffy and Angel // Trouble by Buffyfandom
[Reviews & Recaps]
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Review/Meta of Buffy S8 Issue 39 - Last Gleaming Part 4 by shadowkat67
Meta/Review on Buffy and Spike Comics or...too many artists/writers spoil the plot by shadowkat67
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Bad Eggs by National_Walrus_9903
Sleeper by lottieflimflam
I'm back with another midway through the episode rant [BtVS S3] by serious_rbf
Newfound Respect S5 by CandyLove9
Has anyone here read "In Every Generation" by Kendare Blake, and if so, is it good? by Skramer94
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Buffy Rewatch 2k22: 2.1 When she was Bad by handsofabitterman
Buffy Rewatch 2k22: 2.2 Some Assembly Required by handsofabitterman
Buffy Rewatch 2k22: 2.3 School Hard by handsofabitterman
Buffy Rewatch 2k22: 2.4 Inca Mummy Girl by handsofabitterman
The Buffy book "One Thing or Your Mother" by oveliagirlhaditright
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Podcast: Marmalade - Angel S02E17 - Disharmony by Pop Culture Role Call
Podcast: 6.18 – "Entropy" by Beep Me Pod
[Recs]
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Fic rec: Night In (Xander/Willow/Buffy, by badly_knitted) recced by petzipellepingo
[Fandom Discussions]
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how come in the prom episode Joyce said Angel and Buffy needed to break up because “you’re from different worlds” by vampir4te
The relationship between CordeliaChase and Connor is my favorite by sebastianmcgraw81
They had to kill Joyce in s5 because otherwise s6 could not have happened by mollyspeak
Assigning buffy characters magnus archives powers by mollyspeak
I HATE Buffy's outfit in the finale of Season 7 by jules-slayer-of-the-vampyres
what btvs would have looked like as a show if ats had never taken off by herinsectreflection
Willow and Gabrielle (incl. vid rec) by girl4music
i’m imagining a hypothetical two-parter for ‘orpheus’ by faith-thee-slayer
Buffy, Dawn, and Spike had a movie night... by disco-tea
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Who do you think wrote all of Giles' books? by TheMaster666
Werewolf Hunters, Serial Killers and Psychopathy: Is Gib Cain a Mass Murderer? continued by burrunjor and thrasherpix
Cordelia sans Visions by fauxindigo
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Favourite Cordy quote by Remarkable_Builder45
The Buffy Comics (Seasons 8-12) are classed as canon by the original writers. Is that good enough? by MattanzaMafiaFedora
Anya appreciation!!!!! by Crimedramagirl
Season 6 Episode 1 Plot Hole? by Strawberry_sourbelts
Weirdest episode of the show [BtVS]? by RPGOwl
It wouldn’t be BtVS without___. (Fill in the blank) by petite_red_hen
It feels like Joyce disappears from the show at the end of season 3 by Vannysh
And the biggest demon in Buffy is Gachnar by draconetzah
My ranking of tragic Buffyverse characters by AJ_Babe
Theories on why Drusilla had prophetic visions when she was human? by ceoazula
[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]
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Upcoming publication: La Septième Obsession Special N°10: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (French) by La Septième Obsession
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deputy-ajay-ghale · 6 years
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Anyway, they’re boyfriends now. I spoke it into the universe. ✌🏼
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