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The Half Way Point Part Four: Grow Strong - Angel Reyes x Reader (Feat Felipe Reyes) - Final Part

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The Half Way Point:

Part One: Pink Roses - Felipe doesn't like you.

Part Two: Blessing - Felipe gets to know you a little better.

Part Three: A Safe Space - Felipe helps with some repairs.

The two of them have been watching you for ten minutes through the kitchen window and you still show no signs of coming indoors. Instead, you’re at the front of Felipe’s house digging out the borders alongside the rose bush because you’ve arrived with compost and a determination to do something about Felipe's shitty soil.

“When I invited you over for dinner this is not what I had in mind.” He tells Angel as he sips from his beer bottle.

“It’s her thing.” Angel states, rubbing his palm over the back of his neck. “She fucking loves getting her hands in the dirt.”

Felipe knows what you’re doing. He fixed your bench, oiled your gate, and then weatherproofed them both, and now you’re repaying the debt. He wonders if this is how it’s always going to be between the two of you and then realises that he’s started to think of you in the long term.

“You gonna marry her?”

“Eventually.” Angel tells him, his gaze never leaving you as you dump a fuck ton of compost into the earth. “We’re three months in. She’s going to think I’m nuts if I propose now.”

“I think she’s a little nuts anyway.” Felipe remarks turning his attention back to the oven. He slips on a pair of yellow oven mittens that Marisol used to use, before pulling out the oven tray with the jacket potatoes. “Go get her in before the neighbours think I’m too frail to attend to my own front yard.”

Angel complies with the request and Felipe watches the conversation through the window. When you tip your head back and laugh, he knows Angel’s told you what he said. He finds the corners of his mouth turning up as he heats the pan for the steak, he’s been marinading all afternoon.

He knows what love looks like and he knows that Angel is head over heels for you. It's the first time he's seen his son actually happy. He thinks you feel the same way, you’re tender with your affection, stripping off your gardening gloves and slipping them into your back pocket, before your fingers trail along the line of his jaw guiding his mouth to yours. It's almost too intimate to watch.

Felipe turns his attention back to the stove as you come through the door, heading straight towards the sink to wash your hands.

“It's too late Felipe,” You tell him as you turn on the tap. “One of your neighbours has ready asked me if I’m your new gardener.”

“That makes a refreshing change.” He remarks and Angel can't help but laugh at the sentiment as he pulls out a chair for you.

It's surprising how normal eating with other people feels to Felipe, despite the fact it's been a couple of years. The conversation flows easily, switching from the work that Angel's been doing at the community centre to other programs they have. He gets the sense that Angel is hedging around something when he shares a meaningful look with you.

“What?” Felipe says setting his knife and fork down in the centre of this plate.

“Are you sure you want to do it tonight?” Angel asks quietly tilting his head towards the urn on the sideboard.

Felipe sighs before leaning forward, his elbows coming to rest upon the table.

“I think it's time, don't you?”

Angel meets his father’s gaze, his lips pursing together before he nods his agreement. It’s been over six years since his mother died, it’s time for her to rest.

“Do you want to wait for EZ?” You ask him, pushing your empty plate away from you. “It's starting to get dark out, if we’re going to do it tonight, it should probably be soon.”

“We'll give him a few more minutes.” Felipe says looking up at the clock.

“We can always do it by candlelight.” Angel says, looking pointedly at the cupboard under the sink. “There's always a few in the disaster kit.”

It's half an hour later that you find yourself on your knees in front of Marisol's rose bush, digging out a small hole in the soil alongside the roots. Each of the Reyes men are stood behind you, EZ and Angel holding a candle to illuminate the darkness, while Felipe cradles Marisol’s urn to his chest.

“You're sure about this?” You ask them again as you set the trowel down in the grass beside you.

“Mom would have loved it.” EZ says reassuringly, his hand coming to rest on his father’s back for the briefest moments. “Something new growing from her ashes.”

You look to Felipe before kneels down beside you and removes the lid from the urn. You watch as he tips his late wife's remains into the soil. You use your trowel to cover up the hole before you pat it down flat. Felipe places his palm upon the earth, his thumb smoothing over the dirt as he whispers into the night.

“Grow strong my love.”

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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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black mascara — EZ REYES

A|N: in honor of the season 5 trailer, I had to write a little something. This one will actually be small since I don’t have too much to go off of in writing this but I can’t lie and say I’m not a little fired up! So get comfy.

GIF BELONGS to: @dailymayans

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“See that crave for power…that’s seeping through your pores is exactly what’s gonna get you killed, Ezekiel.”

“…if that happens to be the case, I hope they know their prayers well because I’ll still be here from beyond the grave.”

She did not know this person that she sat face to face with. She didn’t even know what that statement means. Majority of the time Hadiza kept out of The Mayans business, despite the fact that her older brother Franky interacted with them from time to time. She knew Ezekiel way before he decided to join the club and although she’s seen the Mayans around town, she didn��t have much of a opinion when the man first brought the idea to the table a week before his release.

Now she wished she would have.

Back then she trusted that Ez knew what he was doing.

This Ezekiel was not the man she used to know.

Hadiza had a feeling this would happen, that as soon as Ezekiel got into the president’s chair, a whole new level of danger would be unleashed. She saw the shift in Ezekiel throughout his time in the charter happen gradually, that her worries started to keep her up at night. The lack of sleep even proposed her to talk to Felipe about it, who simply listened and still had faith in his baby boy until Gabby came around.

Which was kinda foul the longer she thought about it. Was her word really not good enough when she’s been around? She’ll have to take that up with Felipe at a later time, respectfully.

She’s known Ezekiel since high school…it’s been years since they stepped into their adulthood. However a good portion of Ezekiel’s youth was ripped away from him the night his mother died.

Yes people change…but not like this.

Hadiza was beginning to think that a piece of Ezekiel died with his mother that day but what could she say about him now? So much has happened since then and He wasn’t the same—sure it was foolish to think that he would be completely healed from that tragedy but the light in his pretty honey eyes, did not reflect what was beyond them or what was on the outside.

“So that’s it then,” she raised her shoulders, “you’re gonna waste your life away for reckless shit? You’re better than this Ezekiel.”

“What do you exactly expect me to do? This is the duty that I’ve strived for. And you’re looking at me as if we didn’t know it would always end up being this way. I know you didn’t think this shit was rainbows and daisies, you’re much smarter than gabby in that sense.” Ezekiel bit, yanking a cigarette from his pocket.

Hadiza shook her head, “speaking ill of the dead…somebody that you killed and claimed to love like she was just nothing to you. I’m not feeling this. Or you.”

“There’s the door, fucking use it,” Ezekiel flared his nostrils as he pointed at the exit, “you’re the one who came here trying to preach to me what I’ve already heard. And what I’ve told myself before back when I was weak. What? you thought shit was gonna change because it’s coming from you? I’ve got to be smarter than that, especially when it comes to the club and nothing you can say to me right now…matters.”

“Then what does, motherfucker?!” She was on her feet now, “greed? Selfishness? No wait. I got it, your ego.”

The man lifted his shoulders, not needing to say anything more or seemed to be the least bit phased by the irritation that was showing in his long-time friend’s frame.

“Going after the sons—

“I don’t want to hear it.” Ez glared, “I’ve seen enough wars to not fear a damn thing. Don’t you ever question: Where does fear get you, diza? Look in the mirror. Everybody pays a price with the cards they’ve been dealt.”

The woman chewed down on her bottom lip in annoyance, “and just how much are you willing to lose?”

“That’s something I’ve got to reflect on in my own time…but you’re here.” Ezekiel kept his eyes trained on the woman, puffing on his cigarette.

Before Hadiza could lose the courage she said, “Fuck your subliminal and fuck you.”

“We’ve already done that, remember? With Sofia watching in the background. I think the message then was very clear and something you should thank me for.”

That was so low and disrespectful, considering that Hadiza had a moment and went to someone who she thought cared about her well-being. At that time she just received the news that her fiancé wanted to break off the engagement after cheating on her with a co-worker and the first person she went to was Ezekiel. He was the first person she thought about and felt complete with—a mistake on her end, sure but she wasn’t expecting him to have company other than Sally.

The smirk that was on his lips was smacked right off by her hand. However that did not stop Ez from yanking on her wrist and getting into her face.

Anyone was fair game at this point.

This she knew deep down.

He could end it all, right here in this trailer.

What made her any different?

Did he even love her anymore? Or was she just another ploy in the way Ezekiel floated around life now? Hadiza was not part of the club so why was she becoming collateral damage?

“You don’t get to come here and think our friendship and reminiscing about the old times, or guilt trip me about Gabby, would stop me or save me from myself. That’s not your job, never was amor. Sorry I couldn’t live in your fantasy of being a good ol’ friend to you anymore. But that’s life, so either continue standing by and keep your mouth shut or take a walk and don’t look back.” Ezekiel gritted into her face and that hurt more than him squeezing her wrist.

The black ink dripped down her brown cheeks as she hissed, “you’re done to me.”

And this she hoped she meant. She couldn’t stick around and she knew Ezekiel was pushing her to do so but ultimately it was her choice. Her eyes stung from the makeup as she clenched them closed, fighting away the memories of their teenage years: watching Ezekiel love Emily, having intense debates over literature in class and outside of, him being there for her first heartbreak and attempting to get angel to drive him to the asshole who broke her heart house to egg it and piss on their front doorstep, to Marisol Reyes encouraging her to keep loving her son the best way that she knew how…

“Good,” Ezekiel breathed into her face, shoving her fist back down her by her sides.

He broke eye contact after awhile since she no longer had any words for him. He placed the cigarette back to his lips as he slouched back on the couch. Hadiza swiped the mascara from the bags underneath her eyes, deeply inhaling and battled with herself on what to do or say.

The words fell empty just like the relationship she once had with the man she called her best friend.

She sniffed as she snatched up her bag, making sure she had her keys before she took her exit. The door to the trailer opened on her way, revealing Sofia who easily picked up on the tension in the home. Her dark eyes shifted between the pair but Hadiza patiently waited for the wavy haired woman to get out of her way.

Ez pressed his elbows into his knees as he grunted, “What is it, Sofia?”

If Hadiza continued to be foolish she would have tried to believe that the tone of his voice was telling her something, besides him being an asshole. That perhaps he didn’t truly want their friendship to end but that’s the difference between the two, she didn’t have to be selfish.

“Um, you’ve some company. Bishop and Tranq are outside.” Sofia informed as she stepped into the trailer with Sally.

Ez quickly got to his feet, putting his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray and brushed his shoulder by Hadiza as he left the trailer. Sofia easily picked up on the woman taking a sharp breath at his actions but didn’t speak on it.

It didn’t take the most intelligent person to understand that something transpired between the two. Their relationship didn’t threaten what she had with EZ and in a way, Sofia actually thought it was beautiful. How their relationship didn’t appear to be transactional or circumstantial. How simply being next to each other was enough for them. Or it used to be. Yet Sofia wasn’t naïve to think that it would last with the new propositions EZ took on.

Sometimes that’s just the way life worked out and the sooner Hadiza figured that out…maybe she could protect her heart a bit better.

It was a little awkward as Hadiza had to collect herself, hand on the trailer’s door before she went outside. Sofia wasn’t one for words and she wasn’t sure anything she could say would provide comfort for Hadiza either. After what happened right here in this trailer, weeks ago, it’s not like the two had the chance to really talk about it.

They didn’t have to but it seemed like Hadiza always had a lot on her mind.

Thankfully for Sofia, Hadiza pushed the door open, not sparing her a glance, either placing herself on autopilot or trying her best to ignore her presence—it didn’t bother Sofia one way or another as Hadiza left the home.

“See you around then,” Sofia muttered, taking a seat on the couch, after the door clicked shut behind Hadiza.

Her long legs kicked up the dirt as she passed by the group of men on the side. She couldn’t get away from the place fast enough, feeling her heart being squeezed with each step she took.

“Hey,” Tranq started to call out to the woman but it was almost as if she heard nothing while she shoved herself into her car.

Bishop’s eyes were back on EZ as his eyes briefly burned into Hadiza’s retreating form. He just knew the Reyes brother fucked that up and it’s a shame because he was fond of the girl, despite her having a connection to a pig. Of course he never fully trusted her (by no fault of her own) but she was kind enough whenever she rarely showed up to club.

He kept it silent but he knew his body language did enough talking for him as EZ focused back on him.

“Tonight is the night, round everybody up.” Ez ordered, stalking off and daring a glance at Hadiza’s car and over his shoulder as he stood on the steps of his trailer, while she backed off the lot and sped away, eyes solely on what was in front of her and not what was left behind in the rear view.

Ez swallows down the small lump that wants to form in his throat but that wasn’t important right now. He had other things to tend to and Hadiza was no longer one of them.

Instead of running back, she ran to her mother’s arms who was less than thrilled to see her baby this upset over a man who she trusted to be good to her child.

Later Hadiza found herself in her mother’s hands again when she received the devastating but expected news from Angel Reyes on her door step. She broke down in the doorway right in front of him and she knew the eldest brother couldn’t handle that amount of heartache that he also shared, despite him placing a kiss to the top of her head and leaving her with one of EZ’s dog tags, he left her with the woman who gave her life to deal with the weight of the lost on his own.

Hadiza then sent a letter to Felipe a couple of days before she decided to take her life elsewhere, away from all that Santo Padre showed her. She wasn’t sure if there would even be a funeral or memorial but she had to get out while she can still stand.

Antigua was always a place Hadiza wanted to visit and now she can say that she lives here comfortably.

She left her mother on the front deck to get them a refill of her famous rum punch that was leftover from her mother’s house party yesterday night. Hadiza was humming to herself in solitude until she heard her mother screaming out to her from outside.

The woman did not hesitate to race around the house with a bat, ready to fight off any Osprey’s that decided to invade their property again. Hadiza held her breath as she yanked open the door, eyes wild as she searched for her mother on the deck.

“What is it, ma?” Hadiza exhaled, seeing her mother sitting up on one of the wicker chairs.

Her mother nudged her chin towards the front and Hadiza cautiously took a step towards the railing. A few of her fingertips rested on the banister as she leaned over a bit, looking over at the new found community they both settled into. It was quiet as usual, air warm, seaweed scented, and fresh.

She wasn’t sure what had spooked her mother until her eyes settled down by the cars parked along the curb. Her eyes moved to the left a bit and she had to rub at one of them to make sure her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. It tended to do that the first couple of weeks she settled in the country. Lately she’s been okay. A figure stood by a identical golf cart (that they had in their driveway) that was parked right behind Hadiza’s car, fitted cap on their head as their hands held onto a mobile device.

Her throat went dry before she could even muster up and ask if she could help the person locate who they were searching for…because she knew it was him before those honey eyes looked up at her.

“Ezekiel.” She shuddered, feeling her mother get to her feet behind her, like the DJ Khalid meme, almost like she wasn’t still healing from the last Osprey attack two weeks ago.

Her mother also gripped onto the banister, “Oh hell no. I rebuke this demonic spirit, get away from here!”

And tossed the freshly watered plant at Ezekiel who side-stepped the assault.

“Hey, Mrs—it’s just me!”

“I know! Aren’t you supposed to be dead, you bastard?!” She yelled back.

Hadiza whispered at the woman, “Ma, please.”

The woman humphed, folding her arms as she waddled back to the chair, already aware how this would go.

Hadiza pointed the bat at Ezekiel, “wait right there.”

“Not if you’re gonna beat my ass.”

“I’ll think about it by time I get downstairs.”

Hadiza’s mother cackled at that, knowing she raised her baby with some sort of sense.

Hadiza couldn’t tell you how she felt but the brain fog was kicking in. She weeped over this man too many times just for him to be here in the flesh, like they all didn’t experience the hell he indulged in back in Santo Padre.

Her mother was right to think a demon was standing in front of their home. The anger Hadiza directed at EZ after receiving the news of his death was like no other emotion Hadiza’s had before but she found peace in Antigua.

She halted at the front door, noticing EZ fumbling with his fingers after the phone disappeared from his hold. Hadiza took her time going down the few front steps, crossing through the grass and down the slope to the gravel.

The man looked up at her approach, carefully reaching up to lift the cap from his head to mess around with the brim of the hat as Hadiza moved closer but almost not close enough.

His eyes immediately went to her head, noticing that the mountain of coarse hair that she had was long gone into a buzzed style now.

He smiled, “you finally did it huh? I know you’ve been eating ‘em up more than ever out here.”

And she couldn’t stand it, her eyes scanning the old yellowing of bruises and cuts on his face, puffing out a laugh at his compliment as she almost collapsed into his arms, bringing his body so tight to hers that he thought he would break her rib cage but he followed through with the same actions.

Her chin buried into his shoulder, one of his hands around the small of her back, and the other cradling the back of her head, he heard her sob against him and he couldn’t be more apologetic.

When they pulled apart, she held onto his face analyzing the marks on his skin before she inflicted her own attack on his lower half.

“Hey! Ow!” A good whack to the top of his head, made Ezekiel stop taking the hits as he gripped her wrists again.

Except this time was different, his touch was much more softer.

“I’m sorry okay. I’m sorry for filling your head up with doubts and making you believe that I didn’t give a shit about our friendship. When quite frankly—no pun intended, you’re the best got damn thing that’s been in my life.” His hands slipped into holding her hands into his own large ones.

And the way he was staring at Hadiza, let her know that this was the old Ezekiel she had missed. It was the spark in his eyes that made her feel safe, given what he got himself involved in.

He could see her mind spinning with questions, the corners of her eyes damp with tears.

“What did I say to you when we first became friends?”

“…’jalapeños on these nachos are missing and I make better ones than these whack ass ones you’re eating.’” Hadiza actually thought about this.

Which made a goofy grin appear on Ez’s face and he shook his head with a sigh, “yeah I think I did say that but after that? I said you’re stuck with me if you choose me. It would always be Kiel and Diza for life, remember?”

It was ironic that he wanted to think back when he basically was rude as hell to her about this in his trailer months ago. The bitterness was still in the pit of her stomach but the higher road wanted her to be happy that this man, her best friend, Ezekiel Lorenzo Reyes was very much still alive.

Hadiza wasn’t sure how the fuck he did it but here he was, wiping away her black mascara before holding her hands in his again.

A small smile appeared on her lips as she peered down at their hands, lifting their conjoined hands up to place her lips right on the back of his hands. Ezekiel let out a breath he wasn’t aware that he was holding.

“For life.” She repeated, staring at him underneath her eyelashes.

He nodded his head, not breaking eye contact as she pulled the necklace from around her and placed it back on Ezekiel where it belonged. He glanced down at it, a new wave of emotions hitting him as he realized a piece of him was always with the one woman he deeply cared for.

“Let’s get inside.” Hadiza told him, as he leaned over to place a kiss to her full cheek.

She turned, her hand still resting in one of his hands as he reached for the fallen bat with the other, “think I might need this if I try to give your mom a hug.”

Hadiza laughed, “Baby steps, Kiel.”

“That’s fair.” He answers from behind her, letting her lead the way to her new home.

Perhaps now here in the Caribbean, they had the chance to create a better life, a better friendship together with no more black ink or blood spills blinding the way.

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cinemapix · 11 months

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MAYANS M.C. (2018 - 2023) Danny Pino as Miguel Galindo and Edward James Olmos as Felipe Reyes Season 5, Episode 3: Do You Hear The Rain

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burningtacozombie · 11 months

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Miguel Galindo in Mayans MC - 5x03 Do You Hear The Rain

#danny pino #miguel galindo #edward james olmos #felipe reyes #mayans mc #mayans fx #my gifs

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callsign-fangirl · 2 years

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Mayans text post 2?

@broiderie @fangirl-life @awildcur @breanime @gillysoldlady @woahitslucyylu @samcro-jnt @glimmerglittergirl @drabbles-mc @inyourbackpocketisbutterflies

#ez reyes #angel reyes #bishop losa #coco cruz #letty cruz #felipe reyes #miguel galindo #mayans mc

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bumblesimagines · 2 years

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Before I go

Request: Yes or No

Based off this

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Fate had an interesting sense of humor. It listened to the whispers in the wind, watched the dreams that were created by children, saw the youth prepare for the future. And despite the happiness that flourished in the hearts of many, fate chose to destroy it. Many saw it as challenges or lessons for the future. A minor hiccup like a breakup or a bad grade. Things that could people could overcome with time.

How desperately you wished you were simply going through a breakup, dealing with a shitty grade in class, or even being in the aftermath of an accident. Instead, you sat at your desk, letters dedicated to loved ones scattered around. Fate hadn’t broken a relationship or given you a hard earned lesson. It had put death in your future, and if there were a lesson to be learned then you were the subject.

Fate had always been cruel to you, even when you smiled through the pain or spent birthdays alone. It had always looked down at you; the sickly child with hopes for the future. You could only watch as your life was set in stone, powerless against fate and its destructive tendencies. No amount of prayers, pleas, or cries could change its mind.

Four months. The doctors had estimated it. Four months, and if you were lucky? A possibility at five or six that you’d spend confined to a hospital bed wishing you had left at the four month mark. Twenty-five years would be gone in four months. Twenty-five meaningless years. Twenty-five painful years yearning for good health and happiness. Twenty-five years of a whole lot of nothing.

Reaching forward, you collected the papers and set them in a neat stack, hearing the front door open and the familiar grumbling of the man who lived next door. With a sigh, you left the bedroom and smiled, greeting him with a soft good morning.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“No.”

“(Y/N), you have to eat breakfast. You need the energy for the day or else you’ll feel tired. You’ll only feel worse on an empty stomach.” You could only smile at his light scolding, following him into the kitchen and sitting as he rummaged through your fridge.

“I’ll go grocery shopping later.”

“No, I can do it.” You assured him with a smile. “It’ll give me a chance to stretch my legs and get some sunshine.”

Felipe pursed his lips and nodded. “I guess.” He took out the carton of eggs and some bacon, setting the last two eggs on the counter, dropping the carton into the trashcan.

Listening to the sizzling sound and inhaling the mouth watering scent of bacon, you felt your body relax. Moments like these with Felipe made everything tolerable. A moment of peace with no pain or worries.

“Coffee?”

“Orange juice.” You took the plate from him, sprinkling the salt and pepper onto the sunny side up egg. Using the fork to cut the yolk, you dipped a piece of bacon inside and popped it into your mouth, the crunching sound echoing in your ears.

“How are the boys?”

“Ez got patched in.” Felipe didn’t seem pleased and you couldn’t blame him. His wife died, his eldest joined a motorcycle gang, and the golden boy with a bright future followed in his brothers footsteps. You’d be disappointed too.

“Ez doesn’t know you still live here.” Felipe poured the orange juice into a glass, setting it down on the table and sitting across from you.

“Does he know about...” You trailed off, motioning to your head with a finger. Felipe pursed his lips and shook his head, intertwining his fingers across his stomach and leaning back.

“He should hear it from you.”

“I’m sure he’s got enough on his plate.”

“He’ll find out eventually, (Y/N). It’ll hurt more to see you in a hospital bed.” You exhaled through your nose and continued to eat. Felipe had a point; letting Ez find out you were sick so late would be cruel. Especially when he stuck by your side when you were younger.

“I’ll tell him.” You muttered, shoving the rest of the egg into your mouth and watching Felipe grimace. Chuckling softly, you stood up with the plate in hand and set the plate in the sink, grabbing the small notebook that sat atop of your fridge. You flipped through the pages until you got to a clean new page.

“You sure you want to do the shopping?”

“I am more than capable, Felipe.” You smiled at the man and opened the fridge, jotting down the things you were missing before checking the pantry.

“Remember-”

“Not to push myself too much and if I feel sick I need to call you.” You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled as the old man stood up. Felipe took his keys out of his pocket and left the kitchen, leaving the house as silently as he had arrived.

“Alright, (Y/N).” You quietly whispered to yourself, inhaling as you ripped the paper from the notebook. “How hard can it be? Just a quick trip to the store.”

Exhaling, you entered your room and changed, collecting your keys and folding the paper into a small square before sliding it into your pocket. You stepped out of the house, cringing at the brightness. You locked the front door and approached your car, getting inside and turning it on.

“Just a quick trip. Nothing will happen.” You reassured yourself, pulling out of the driveway and driving down the street. Turning out of the neighborhood, you felt yourself begin to relax as you listened to the radio.

The town had remained the same over the years; the rich thrived while the poor scrambled to keep themselves afloat. Violence lingered around every corner, especially with the cartel and Mayans keeping a tight grip on Santo Padre. Despite the violence, the town had a calming atmosphere to it. The people were kind and most would be happy to help a person in need.

Arriving at the store, you took a deep breath and shut the car off, getting out of the car and heading inside. Taking a basket, you walked down the aisles in search of what you needed. The sensation of a headache beginning to set in filled your body with more anxiety but you chose to ignore it in favor of getting more groceries. However, the headache continued growing and you quickly headed to check-out.

Other symptoms began settling in as you arrived home. Resting your head against the steering wheel, you took in a few deep breaths and opened the car door. Stepping out of your car and opening the trunk, you grabbed a few of the grocery bags and stepped back, heading towards your porch. However, your vision suddenly wavered and you stumbled slightly, shutting your eyes and hoping the random spout of dizziness would ease up long enough for you to head inside.

Suddenly, the weight of the grocery bags disappeared. Opening your eyes, you noticed a man heading up the porch and gingerly placing the bags down. The Mayans MC kutte caught your eye.

“You okay, mijo?” You turned your head to look at Felipe and gave him a tired smile.

“Always.” You responded softly, feeling his arms wrap around you and gently lead you to your house. You fished the keys out of your pocket, glancing over at the man as he went back to your car for the rest of the groceries.

“Is that Ez?” You asked quietly, unlocking the door and stepping inside. A grim look passed over Felipes features and he nodded, a deep sigh slipping past his lips. He led you to the couch and patted your arm as you sat down.

“I’ll get some coffee brewing.”

“I should be the one taking care of you, old man.” You called, hearing him grunt and head into the kitchen. The front door shut and you peeked over your shoulder, watching Ez’s tall figure walk towards the kitchen, grocery bags in hand.

Leaning back into the soft cushions, you took the folded blanket from the armrest and draped it over your body, shutting your eyes as a wave of nausea hit. You almost didn’t notice the soft brush of fingers against your shoulder until the cushion beneath you shifted slightly. Opening your eyes and turning your head, you smiled upon seeing the youngest Reyes.

“Hey, Mr. Popular.” You cooed and turned to face him. Despite the obvious physical changes, he still had that boyish look to him. He was still little Ezekiel. Your next door neighbor who always wanted to play and show you his trophies. The boy who would visit you in the hospital and help you with homework. The boy who eventually stopped visiting.

“If I had known you still lived here-”

“It’d be stupid to get mad at you for living your life, Ez. Your dad already goes out of his way, I don’t need you to put a stop on your life to do the same. You did that enough as a kid.” You assured him softly, reaching out to place your hand over his. His skin was warm to the touch and you found yourself tracing the veins on his hand.

“I should’ve sent a letter or visited when you got locked up.” You muttered, tugging the blanket further over your shoulder and bringing your knees up to your chest. Ez moved his hand to grab yours, running his thumb over the back of your hand.

“How bad is it?” He asked quietly, almost as if he were afraid to ask.

“Like.. four months to live bad.” You answered with a chuckle. Ez grimaced at your response and frowned, giving your hand a squeeze. Pressing his lips together, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you, chin resting on your head.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what, Ez? You didn’t give me this.”

“I know.. I.. Back in high school and when I went away for college. I- I should’ve tried to reach out more.” Pulling back, you scoffed softly and shook your head.

“You were living your life, Ez. You had friends, Emily, and school. I didn’t expect you to drop everything to make time for me. I would’ve felt a burden if you had.” You told him, offering him a reassuring smile.

“You shouldn’t spend the last few months sitting inside doing nothing.”

“If you’re gonna try to convince me to go skydiving with you, it won’t work.” The Mayan laughed at your words and shook his head.

“I meant check out some cities, go to the fair, take up a class.” Ez raised his hand and cupped your cheek, a soft smile appearing on his face.

“I want to help you experience new things.”

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Family Night

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Sister!OFC Manny Reyes

From these October Prompts: “stop playing around with the lights, it’s not funny.”

A/N: I know myself well enough to know a prompt a day is a little ambitious but I really wanted to jump into some of those October dialogue prompts. SO I’m committing myself to a prompt a week for the month of October. Here’s week 1 out of 4.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, really shitty attempt at jumpscaring LOL.

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc (Not sure how many individual Mayans fics i’ll have in the future but happy to add anyone to any potential future fics!)

Manny was not in the mood to be anywhere but home tonight. It had been just shy of one week from her very public and very hurtful breakup from her longtime girlfriend. She wanted to be in bed, in the same clothes for days, eating tons of junk food, wallowing. But, it was Thursday which earned itself as family day at the Reyes household. It was forced on Felipe, but it was the kids’ way of checking in on him and guaranteeing time with one another. If Manny didn’t show up, she knew one of her brothers would have unexpectedly visited at one of the worst possible times. At least this way, it was on her terms and not at her apartment. She could cut the night short and head home early if she wanted.

After sitting in her car doom scrolling on her phone for a few minutes she heard the sound of a motorcycle. Subconsciously, she hoped for one brother over the other to arrive first. That’s not to say she didn’t love both of her brothers equally, but she definitely went through phases of liking one more than the other, which she’d never admit to either of them. The man parked right in front of her car which is when she was able to tell it was EZ. Relief washed over her as her shoulders fell. Right now, she liked EZ more.

“Sup, prospect.” Manny called out as she stepped out of her car, still leaning on the door waiting for EZ to walk up.

“You know, I come here to get a break from that nickname.”

“Okay, little brother.” She smiled as she shut the door.

EZ shook his head at his other nickname with a smile as he approached her and they slowly walked towards the driveway of the house.

“How you holdin’ up?” EZ asked as they trekked up the walk. He genuinely wanted to check in on her, and figured before they were around multiple people would be the best time, she was more likely to be truthful when it was just them two.

“I’m alright.” She lied through her teeth and glanced up at him. He might have been her little brother but he towered over her.

“Right.” His face said it all.

“I mean, not great but I’m not, like, miserable either.” She said backpedaling a little bit knowing her brother could see through the lie.

All EZ did was nod before she completely took it all back. “Alright, I’m miserable.”

“It’s only been a week, Manny. It’s normal.” EZ offered some comfort as he threw his arm around her. “We would have understood if you didn’t want to come tonight, you know.”

Manny let out a laugh at that as she leaned her head into him. “If I didn’t show up you or Angel would have come over, uninvited, and stayed way past your welcome.”

EZ let out a breathy laugh, knowing there was definitely truth in that as he took his arm off her and let her go up the walkway first. “How can one stay past their welcome if they were never welcome in the first place?” EZ asked as he opened the back door to the house they grew up in.

“Exactly.” Manny stepped inside knowing EZ wasn’t going to continue the conversation once they were inside.

“Pop?” EZ called out as he walked inside just a step behind his sister.

“Lower your voice, I’m right here.” Felipe grunted as he stood up from the kitchen table to greet his kids.

“Point in case.” Manny turned to EZ as they both grinned, “Que paso, viejo?” Manny brought her father in for a quick hug.

Before any of them could talk more, the sound of another motorcycle filled their ears. Angel.

“No one told him the wrong time?” Manny joked as they all scattered through the kitchen grabbing different items to set the dinner table. The two siblings left the kitchen and gathered in the dining room when Angel came in through the front door.

“Sup, motherfuckers.” Angel called out to his younger siblings as he leaned over the table and started to pick at some of the food that was laid out.

Manny grabbed a towel and swatted his hands out of the bowl they were currently grubbing around in. “You show up late, you eat late.”

“What crawled up your ass?” Angel made a face at his younger sister.

“The same thing that crawled in your mouth, get some gum.” Manny pushed Angel as she took her normal seat at the table.

Angel looked at EZ who was laughing under his breath, “what are you laughing at boy scout?”

“You’d think after all these years, you’d find a way to get along with each other.” Felipe said as he came out with the large pot of soup.

Despite being grumpy, he did enjoy having his kids all together under one roof. It made things feel normal for these short amounts of time. The timeline of events from Marisol’s death to EZ’s prison sentence down to both brothers joining the club, things felt very chaotic and these weekly dinners brought a sense of normalcy.

“Where’s the fun in that?” EZ smiled at his father as they all began to serve themselves.

Soon after dinner, the siblings cleared the table and started the cleanup, while Felipe made himself comfortable on his recliner watching whatever movie was just beginning on the few channels he had on satellite.

“What we watchin’?” Manny plopped on the couch closest to the TV.

“Some stupid horror movie.” Felipe picked up his coffee mug.

Manny grunted in acknowledgement as she pulled the blanket off the back of the cushion and got comfy. There was a moment where they both were silent, just watching the movie while the brothers were on dish duty.

“You doing okay?” Felipe’s eyes didn’t leave the TV screen as he spoke.

Manny’s heart dropped. Not because she was shocked that Felipe asked, but because she felt the pain bubbling up through her throat. It was a similar feeling to when someone hugged you and the floodgates of tears would come out. But this was the Reyes family version. Felipe’s question brought up an immense amount of emotion in the girl.

“No.” She said briefly under her breath, hoping maybe he didn’t hear her.

“You know you can come here whenever you want, to get out of your place. Maybe I’ll even cook for you.” Felipe’s eyes were still on the TV.

Manny stayed silent as she worked through all the emotions in her mind. After wiping the few tears that managed to escape she spoke up, “only if tweedledee and tweedledum aren’t here.”

Felipe let out a chuckle, “you got yourself a deal.”

The two brothers entered into the living room, arguing about something that Felipe and Manny had no intention of getting in the middle of, but Manny did want to get them to keep it down.

“Shhh,” she waved her hand at them as they settled into the couch against the back wall and tried to catch up to the movie.

“I don’t get it, why are they at this cabin?” Angel frowned as he rolled the toothpick in his mouth.

“It doesn't matter.” EZ and Manny both said at the same time in a monotone voice.

“But–don’t– why are they going into the dark scary room? C’mon everyone knows not to go into the dark scary room!” Angel said out loud.

“Angel, for the love of God, shut up.” Manny stretched forward to grab a pillow and throw it backwards.

“Hey! Your aim sucks!” EZ said as he caught the pillow and wedged it behind his head.

“There’s no way they’re going to open the door where the creepy noise is coming from, no fuckin’ way!” Angel’s voice cut EZ off, and before anyone could tell him to shut up again, a scream left his mouth as the entire house went dark. The sounds of the power going out filled the air, the TV powering down, the sudden heightened white noise buzz, but only for a short minute would the Reyes house know peace.

“Angel, get off me.” EZ said, pushing Angel off him.

“You scream like a bitch” Manny spoke up, still staying horizontal on the couch.

EZ’s laugh was soon muffled after Angel attempted to slug him.

“I have candles in the garage, please for the love of God all three of you go find them.” Felipe rested his hand on his forehead rubbing his temples.

Manny sighed, turning on her phone flashlight before getting up off the couch. Without saying a word she waved her hand for her brothers to lead the way towards the garage.

“I wonder why we lost power?” EZ said as they reached outside, looking around at the rest of the block that was also pitch black without electricity.

“A generator probably blew from the heat.” Manny spoke up as the humidity frizzed her hair up.

“It’s probably all the fuckin’ neighbors running their ACs all day and night.” Angel called out before opening the garage door. His hand reached up to turn the light on and repeatedly pulled on the string when it didn’t turn on at the first click.

“The power is out Angel.” Manny rolled her eyes as she walked past him beginning her search for the candles. EZ trailed behind her with his phone light also on the lookout.

“You know, as much as I enjoy the front row seats to the shit on Angel show, you might want to dial it back a bit.” EZ whispered to his sister.

Manny turned and frowned, now with the flashlight in EZ’s face.

He squinted and pushed the light down, “Manny.”

“EZ.” Manny mocked him, bringing the light back up in his face.

“You’re annoying.” EZ put his hand on the light completely blocking it out making the garage fully dark.

“YO!” Angel called out from the other side of the garage. “Stop playing with the lights! It’s not funny.” His voice had a tinge of fear in it.

“You scared, big brother?” Manny called out with a smile as she pushed away from EZ and made her way through the maze of the garage trying to make her way to Angel to scare him.

She would occasionally turn her flashlight on, almost to tease and raise the stakes as she tried to sneak up on him.

“Manny. This isn’t funny.” Angel said nervously as he saw the flashlight flicker on and off, getting closer and then further, and then closer again.

EZ laughed from his corner of the garage, until he saw the quick flash of light speed right past him, it almost made him drop his own phone but instead he used it to look around him.

“Ah!” Manny said as she lightly pushed EZ forward and ran off. EZ didn’t make a noise, but his heart was beating fast. He got scared.

Manny’s laugh echoed from another far wall of the garage. “Yea, real funny, Manny.” The youngest sibling called out as he caught his breath.

“Manny I swear to God, if you come over here on that stupid bullshit I’m never talking to you again.” Angel was backing up trying to corner himself so he only had to watch one side.

“You promise?” She called out and both brothers could tell she was smiling from ear to ear.

“Jesus Christ, we just HAD to have a sister and she just HAD to be crazy.” Angel mumbled as he scattered around while trying to keep his eyes on the light flickering on and off.

“Manny, we’re not five anymore, c’mon!!!” Angel was now begging, he hated every moment of this.

“Coulda fooled me.” Manny said almost at a whisper but Angel heard it clearly, which made him turn around and swat behind him like that was going to do something if she was there.

Manny quickly made her way in front of him, prepared to turn her flashlight on to scare him when suddenly there was a noise by the garage door. Suddenly, she was now scared, her heart was now beating so fast Angel could probably hear it from behind her. Her eyes darted to where she saw a slight light which was where EZ still stood, leaned over, catching his breath. The noise was on the complete opposite side from where her younger brother was and with Angel behind her it left very few options left of who could be there. Angel probably thought it was her, and EZ was too busy caught up in his own head to notice.

Just as she was about to speak up, most of the lights turned on as the power came back. There was a shadowed figure by the door and in the first few seconds before anyone's eyes could adjust, Manny screamed in fear and jumped back holding onto Angel who joined in her screams, pushing his sister off of him and then raising an octave when he also saw the shadowed figure. This made him quickly grab Manny before she fell into a pile of old scrap parts and boxes and quickly moved her in front of him using her for protection.

The shadowed figure raised it’s hand and clicked the string that turned the light bulb on, which was likely messed up when Angel had fussed with it before which was why it hadn’t turned on with the rest of the power.

“You guys get lost?” Felipe’s voice filled the garage.

Both Angel and Manny let out the breath they were holding in at the same time, their shoulders relaxed and when they both finally came to their wits, Manny was shuffling out of Angel’s grip.

“What were you going to do? Use me as a human shield?!” Her voice was loud and frazzled. Her glare was sharp and it was directed right at her older brother, who was staring right back at her. Her eyes didn’t move as she grabbed the candles that were to Angel’s right causing him to flinch and break their staring contest. Manny turned and marched away, patting Felipe on the back as she passed him. For a moment, she paused at the door and turned around with a smile.

“I almost had both of you.” Her finger raised to point at both Reyes brothers and she let out a chuckle while she stepped out of the garage and made her way back to the house.

Felipe was shortly following behind her, shaking his head at his 3 kids for what was probably the millionth time in his life. EZ and Angel walked towards each other, EZ letting his hands rest on his kutte while Angel ran his hand through his hair.

“I’m surprised she hasn’t killed us yet.” Angel began to leave the garage, shaking his head just like his father.

“I don’t know about you but she’s easily shaved 10 years off my life.” EZ laughed and followed Angel out.

“You know,” Angel paused in the driveway and looked back at EZ before nodding towards the house at his sister who could be seen through the kitchen window packing up food, “that was the first time I’ve seen her really smile all week.”

“Yea, you’re right.” EZ agreed as he really thought about it.

“And that’s the first time I’ve heard you say I’m right.” Angel teased and puffed his chest out proud and happy.

“You tell anyone and I’ll tell everyone at the club you scream like a little girl.”

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Mayans M.C 5.10 - "Slow to Bleed Fair Son "

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Teasing is loving !

Mayans MC | 1.3 "Búho/Muwan"

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The Halfway Point Part 3: A Safe Space - Angel Reyes x Reader (feat: Felipe Reyes)

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The next day when you find Felipe in the rose garden you're surprised. You didn't expect him to follow through on his promise with the bench but it's seven in the morning and he's sitting on the damp grass alongside his toolbox and a small stack of wood, reinforcing the thing.

“Rotted through.” He tells you, showing you one of the slats. “It's a wonder you didn't fall straight through it.”

You think back to you and Angel last week. How he had made love to you on the grass instead of the bench because he was adamant it wouldn't hold despite the fact you were adamant it would. Felipe catches sight of your smile and shakes his head.

“I don't want to know.”

When you come by at again at noon with some water and some sandwiches for the older man, he's still sitting in the same place. This time though he has a paint tin perched next to him and a brush in his hand.

“Protects it from the weather.” He tells you in that gruff tone of his.

You sit and set down the collection of snacks and water bottles alongside him. He puts down the paint brush and covers the tin with the lid before stripping off his gloves. He doesn’t say anything when he picks up his sandwich and takes a bite, not even a thank you. You find it a little bit infuriating but you are determined not to let it get to you.

“Why do you keep it walled off?” he asks you thoughtfully, gesturing at the area around you.

You consider the question because there are multiple reasons, you’re just not sure which one to give him.

“Rose kush.” You say, tilting your head pointedly at the roses. “I use them to create the strain that grows in that field, they’re my secret weapon.”

“The real reason?” he prompts because Felipe knows when someone isn't giving him the whole story.

You pause for a moment because it’s not easy to discuss that sometimes the world gets a little too much and you buckle under the weight of your responsibilities. That sometimes you need a break from everything and everyone.

“Sometimes I just need space.” You confess to him. “A place that I can come to when everything gets a little too much. Being here around the roses, it just soothes me, it reminds me...”

You trail off, picking at the crust of your sandwich.

“Of what?” Felipe askes as he dusts the crumbs from his hands.

You swallow hard against the ache in your chest, because despite the fact it’s been a couple of years you still feel the loss acutely.

“Of when my Nana was alive. She was always this safe space for me, and I didn’t have that for a while after she was gone.”

There’s silence for a moment before Felipe breaks it.

“I still talk to Marisol.” He admits with a sigh. “Everyday I have my morning coffee and I tell her about the boys, things they've done, interactions we've had. I’ve not always been the best father but I'm trying because I’m all they've got right now.”

“I think you’re a pretty good one.” You tell him. Despite his gruffness you believe it, you think about the nights where Angel didn’t want to be alone after his mother’s passing, Felipe had still stepped up despite the fact he was grieving. They never talked about anything but baseball but it had helped Angel not feel so adrift. “You’re still present, there when they need you.”

“What about your father?” Felipe questions as he bundles up his rubbish. “Why isn't he here making sure that gate gets oiled?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“I don't know who he is.” You tell him truthfully. “I don’t even think my mom did. She was pretty wild. Left home at fifteen, followed a couple of bands around the country, came back one night and dropped a baby in my Nana's arms and took off again. She died when I was fourteen, she got drunk and took a header off a bridge in in Wisconsin, apparently someone dared her to walk along the handrail... the rest is history.”

“I'm sorry to hear that.”

He means it, he really does. No child deserves to be abandoned by their parent, no child needs to hear that drugs, drink and a good time are worth more than they are. Despite that you’re still seemingly well adjusted. He knows you’ve attended counselling; you’ve talked about it openly in your interviews.

“It is what it is.” You tell him, collecting the trash from him and putting it inside a compostable carrier bag. “It didn’t stop me from living my life, from going to college and becoming a botanist.”

“What about the farm?” he asks, his elbows coming to rest upon his knees.

“My Nana,” You explain, tying a knot in the top of the career bag. “She started off small in the sixties and then I helped legitimise it. I loved tinkering with plants, combining different things to see what the result was and that’s how we ended up with rose kush. It's helped a lot of people so far.”

“You believe in what you do.” Felipe states.

He respects that. It’s not often that you find people so firm in their ideals, that will stick to their guns when challenged but you do. You sincerely believe in what you’re harvesting and selling and he wants to understand that.

“I do.” You tell him. “I know you probably think I’m no better than the Galindos but this means something to me. The health care system is broken, and people can’t pay for their medicine and if Rose Kush brings them any kind of relief, then I’m glad for that. Until you have seen someone you love in agony, suffering because they can’t escape their pain, I don’t think you get an opinion.”

There’s a conviction in your words, he knows your Nana died of cancer, he can't imagine what it was like to watch someone you love waste away like that. In a way he’s glad that Marisol’s death was quick, even if he never got to say goodbye.

“Come to dinner tomorrow night.” He says both surprising himself and you. “Bring Angel. You can check on that rose bush, make sure it's taken to the soil.”

“Just to check on that rose bush.” You agree, raising to your feet. “Make sure you haven’t been neglecting it.”

“Give me a little credit." He mutters as he tugs on his gloves once again and removes the lid from the paint can. “It's only been a couple of days.”

“Uh huh.” You tease, lingering by the gate for a moment before you smile. “I'll see you tomorrow Felipe"

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DECEMBER DRABBLE — 2. Angel Reyes 🌨️

A/N: gif belongs to [user: @pedropcl] now it seems like it’s next to impossible to find decent gifs through the gif search up here especially when it comes to this man. S/o to google this time around! Anyways here I am writing for another angel but the main angel? That I usually write for lol. For once it’s nothing too serious—well kinda…and might actually fit into the drabble category. Let’s pat myself on the back…maybe. I write my AN’s before I actually write the content 😬

S/N: decided to add Dante Torres from Chicago PD into the mix because I have a crush on Benjamin levy Aguilar and loved him in that Netflix series with Veronica mars (she’ll always be Veronica mars sorry y’all lol) and there’s no content on him. He’s only mentioned in this so don’t attack me too much if you read this and I’m new to the Chicago PD series and his character which is why I didn’t write any scenes specifically with him.

Prompt: #24. “Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree.” + #16. “We can’t put this photo in our Christmas card.”

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Angel didn’t like what he was seeing when he pulled up to his house that weekend. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions but he recognized the car that passed him by before he parked his bike next to your car in the driveway. He wasn’t late so he didn’t know why someone else was pulling up to his house uninvited.

And he had something to say about it.

“Yo!” Angel called into the house as he dropped his keys into the dish by the front door.

He stepped into the living room to see you swaying in front of the Christmas tree, joint attached to your full lips. Angel almost got distracted by the way your ass filled out those gym pants but he was on a mission. Then he picked up on the music full of Afro-Beats, which meant you were in a good mood and something inside of him provoked him to disrupt that.

Angel licked his bottom lip, getting one last look before he lightly touched your upper back to get your attention. And what did he do that for? You slightly jumped and spun to aim a high kick at your attacker, who you didnt recognize as Angel at the start.

Thankfully he dodged your long leg and called out to you, “whoa! Aye, querida. Relax! It’s just me.”

“Angel?! What are you doing sneaking up on me like that?” You muttered around the joint as you exhaled.

Angel sucked his teeth, “I called out to you as soon as walked in the door.”

“I’m having a jam session right now, you know I don’t hear nothing when I’m dancing.” You wiggled your hips and held out the joint to the man who plucked it from your hands.

He took a hit and deeply exhaled as you carried on, spinning around him while he lightly shook his head.

It was time to get down to business.

“Whatchu do all day? Have anybody over?”

“Mmm nope. Spent the day doing a wash and go, listening to music, and putting the tree up. Now I get to relax.” You told your boyfriend while you continued dancing.

Angel called out to alexa to stop the music, shutting it off much to your annoyance. You held your hands out silently asking what he did that for and awaited a response from the party crasher.

“I saw a car on my way coming in. The same car that pulled up to the club once before…you know anything about that?”

Why would you? Your poked your head out in confusion and rolled your hands, “just spit it out already Angel, you’re getting on my nerves trying to play the accusing game.”

“Are you cheating on me with that egghead oink oink motherfucker? D’Angelo?”

A laugh couldn’t help but to burst out at Angel’s description but the look on his face was anything but humor.

“You mean Dante?” You asked, turning back to the couch in search of the remote.

Angel waved his hand around, still holding onto your joint, “whatever his name is. Are you sleeping with him?”

“I don’t cheat on people I claim to love. I don’t move like that and you know it so stop insulting me.” A heated stare went his way and Angel felt himself having to take a deep breath.

Of course he knew that. That was his own insecurities and previous actions getting in the way. He knew you were solid and would never, you already warned him if that’s something he did or even thought about when it came to your relationship then it was automatically a wrap. You had such power about you, like it seemed like nothing could hurt you, like you were invincible and it was incredible to watch. Angel didn’t want to be the one to fuck with that, not purposely.

And he really did care for you, which is why he didn’t want to believe that you could cheat on him. However he knew that you could just get up and leave whenever you wanted and that thought alone scared him. He never felt that way more than once before.

You didn’t need him and he knew that. Yet you still showed him love in a way that he wasn’t used to. You were patient but firm, which is why you weren’t raising your voice at his foolish accusations.

“I—I’m sorry but he was here right? I’m not completely bugging, I know that much.”

Plopping down on the edge of the couch you waved the remote around as you briefly thought about it, “…yeah he was. He stopped by for a minute, he didn’t come in out of respect for me.”

Angel huffed, “respect for you? What about me? He don’t pay no bills around here, he should be asking my permission to be anywhere near you.”

Sighing you said, “he doesn’t need your ‘permission’ to be around me. He’s my friend and been my friend since we were teens. Also you don’t know if he was here because of whatever case he’s working on and before you get paranoid it has nothing to do with you or the club. I would let you know that. Do you see me on your dick about the bartenders you used to mess around with? Now no. So stop your bitching and lift me up so I can put the star on the tree.”

Angel took a long drag from the joint at your words. He didn’t know who you thought you were talking to but he liked it.

“Why don’t you call the egghead back over here and he could do the work,” Angel mocked, “you already put the tree up without me.”

“You told me it was fine! Every time we planned to do it during the weekend you got called into the club. I asked you not once but thrice so don’t start, angel.” You scowled, getting to your feet and pulling your gym pants further up your waist.

Sighing Angel leaned over you, placing the joint into the dish to hold for him. He stood in front of you who peered up at him with raised brows. His hands massaged the sides of your neck before trailing up to rest against your cheeks, his hands were always rough but cool thanks to the rings that decorated his fingers.

“Love you lots you know,” he started, making you roll your eyes, “no for real, listen I do. It’s just that im fully aware I got the full package here and I don’t want nobody getting in between that. Especially no fed that your friends with…I dunno what it is with you and my fucken brother being friends with the opps.”

You sent a jab to the man’s abdomen who winced as you said, “don’t talk about franky like that, you know that’s family.”

“Oh shit, I keep forgetting.”

“Yeah, I don’t see why after everything he’s done.”

Angel made a chirping movement with his hand and stepped back before you could fight him some more, “don’t expect me to be friendly with egghead Da Vinci either.”

“I don’t think he wants to be your friend anyways.” You answered, making Angel furrow his brows as he began removing his vest.

He tossed it on the couch as he exasperates, “why? What his ass say? I’ll fuck him up.”

Laughing to yourself you shook your head, not instigating anything further. You knew Dante scooped Angel out because he cared about your well-being and didn’t think the man was good enough for you. It was always like that when you started dating but Dante also knew you would do whatever you felt like doing no matter what someone had to say.

You always had a mind of your own.

Yet Dante Torres was diligent and rebellious and and that didn’t change when it came to you, his best friend.

Dante also knew the boundaries he had to respect out of the sake your relationship but that didn’t mean he had to like Angel Reyes. At the end of the day he had a job to do and when he was ready he could take down the whole club if he really wanted to. However he was leaving to Chicago for a couple of weeks and he just knew something would go down without him even prying.

“And then you’ll be in jail for assaulting a cop and that’s a hard charge to get out of.” You let out a low-whistle, remembering a family member who took that route in his early twenties and just got out at the age of thirty-four last year.

Angel scoffed but said nothing more not wanting to waste anymore breath on some guy that didn’t matter to him. Instead he searched the empty box for the crown that was your star for the tree and held it in between his teeth. While he did that you decided to turn the music back on, just in time for Angel to grip you by the waist to face him. He then pulled you around to be in front of him, you glancing back at him in question as he motioned for you.

“You know what to do, spread ‘em.”

“Ask nicely.”

Angel gave you a look making you laugh as you got into a jumping Jack pose without the jumping. Angel fixed the crown back between his lips before he crouched down in between your legs. Once his neck was in between your legs, he kept a tight grip on your legs before he lifted you up into the air.

“So this is what it’s like being seven feet tall?” You asked as Angel carried you over to the tree.

Reaching downwards you gently took the crown from his mouth and reached upwards. Angel’s hands tightened on your upper thighs as he leaned towards the tree more, eyeing as you slipped the crown right on top of the very decorative tree.

“Tree looks nice as fuck, Querida. How long it take you?” Angel used one hand to touch one the rose gold ribbons you had wrapped in it.

“Thank you, baby.” You beamed, knuckles now pressed into your hips as you admired your work, “I actually started on Friday, getting everything from the basement, mom came over on Saturday then she pissed me off trying to dictate how it should look as if she didn’t decorate her tree and my sister’s tree already. And I just finished today. It’s perfect.”

Angel chuckled to himself. He knew how your mom could be, she was a interior decorator herself so it only made since that she wanted to take over the whole process. Now angel was really kicking himself from missing out on this, you lost your cool whenever it came to your mom despite the love you had for her. Yet your mother is very stubborn and sensitive wrapped into one. He tried to question how your dad handled a woman like her but he knew your dad wasn’t rocking with him like that.

“Ah it is.” Angel began to crouch, making you grip for something as he began to do some squats.

“This what we doing?”

“I missed the entire weekend to work out, let me have this. Count for me?” Angel encouraged while you held on tighter.

The man slowly took working out seriously through persuasion of you. Also working as a phlebotomist encouraged you to take not only your health but others around you seriously. You always found health class and physiology interesting so it was no surprise to your family and friends that you got into this field.

And so you did, getting to fifty before Angel decided to call it quits.

“You did great,” you mentioned as Angel took the time to focus on slowing his breathing.

Once he did, he lowered you down to the ground with a nice slap to your ass of course.

“Thanks for being my weight and letting me in between those thighs.”

“Oh, shut up.” You playfully shoved the man, who laughed yanking you to his slightly sweaty frame to pepper your face with kisses.

Later…Angel sat at the kitchen table, eating the Sunday dinner you prepared while your eyes went over a series of photos on your laptop.

“Angel, what is this?”

Angel stopped chewing the lamb and peered over at you, “what?”

“Why did you move these into the possible Christmas card options?” You spun the laptop around to face the dark haired man who smirked at the image.

Angel continued eating, “What’s wrong with it?”

“Angel…” you exhaled and rested your fingertips against your forehead, “Our reenactment of Janet Jackson’s rolling stone cover and her ex husband with your hands on my breasts and you in a Santa hat is not appropriate to send to my granny or my parents. We can’t put this photo in our Christmas card.”

Angel shrugged his shoulders, “why not, it’s art? It’s Christmas, it’s supposed to be happy.”

“Would you like me sending this to pop?” You quizzed.

Angel pretended to think about it, “he wouldn’t keep it anyways and would probably call me up to yell at me about it. I’d love to see the look on his face though. We look sexy, what’s the problem?”

“These were for our eyes only. For fun.”

“Which is what Christmas is all about.”

“I thought it was about celebrating the birth of Jesus?”

“Fuck if I know, I was raised catholic.”

Your eyes instantly went to Angel’s who met your stare. He laughed to himself, “I know how that sounds, be quiet.”

Grabbing the computer back you shook your head at the unbelievable man. Scrunching up your nose, you lifted your glasses further up the bridge of your nose as you clicked onto the next set of photos.

Angel licked his fingers, finishing off his food before he patted his belly. “Here’s an idea, why don’t you send that one to your old homeboy? Maybe he’ll get the message to stop coming around when I’m not here.”

“I’m not doing that to feed your ego.” You easily responded, eyes trained on your screen.

Angel got up from the table to place his items into the sink. He actually took the time to wash them to place into the rack. Once finished he walked over to you, leaning over to see what other photos you were looking at. You took a good thirty photos together so there had to be something in there that was satisfactory in your eyes.

He didn’t really care to be honest, “Whatever you pick will be cute as shit that your granny will keep pushing for us to give her a great-grand baby.”

Almost gagging you shuddered at the thought. Being pregnant terrified you, sure babies were cute and everything but the whole process of carrying and actually giving birth did not sound like a 10/10. You’ve watched enough horror stories and heard enough horror stories to know that’s not exactly what you wanted right now. Or ever? Of course that could always change but the full discussion of children with Angel made you uneasy.

He already had a son and previously lost a son, which didn’t sit right with you, however it was none of your business. Although, you didn’t exactly enjoy the idea of possibly raising a child with a man that was hardly there…but that was not a conversation that you wanted to have tonight.

If Angel picked up on this, he chose not to say anything about it when you know he could have. Instead he just placed a kiss on your temple, his beard briefly scratching at your skin before he left your side, saying he was off to take a shower and leave you alone with your final decisions.

Continue along with my anthology December prompts here.

#mayans mc fx #mayans mc s4 #mayans mc x reader #Angel Reyes #angel reyes x black!reader #Ez Reyes #felipe reyes #clayton cardenas #dante torres #Dante Torres x reader #chicago pd #chicago pd x reader #december dialogue list #december prompts #winter prompts #winter dialogue list #queued

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