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cloveroctobers · 2 months

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SAFE & SOUND — ARMAN MORALES X READER X ANGEL REYES: [Spring Prompts]

A/N: it’s going to be tough getting through the cleaning lady this season but it’s always the work that lives on that continues to inspires us. Just from the premiere also sparked this little thing + I also assumed I’d stop writing for Angel once Mayans MC ended but after a name drop in TCL here I am lol! That angel was handsome too IJS. Bet you thought you could get rid of me huh!? Hope y’all enjoy my first spring prompt of the year!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: “Spring is so boring there aren’t any good holidays.” “Have you forgotten Easter, St patty’s day, Mother’s Day, April fools-” “I get it, I get it!”

FIRST GIF WAS FOUND THROUGH PINTEREST SO IT BELONGS TO IT’s RIGHTFUL OWNER + THE SECOND BELONGS TO: @dailymayans !

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The Vegas heat was doing what it does best, roasting down on you despite residing in a mountain area. You’re used to it, being from this state and living here all these years; although it was the fresh start of April, the eighty degree heat demanded to be felt. You’re out on the balcony, leaning over it, one arm exposed to the sun while the other went to work fanning yourself with your silk handheld folding fan staring out into the view.

Your bathing suit is somewhat dry still clinging to you although you, Angel, and Mavy got out of the community pool (over a half hour ago) as soon as it started to get over crowded with your fellow neighbors. Your body was slouched over the balcony, mindlessly fanning yourself as you sank into your boredom.

Angel chuckled at you from behind, leaving the balcony door open just a crack behind him with a beer in one hand. He briefly touched your lower back in greeting before moving to dramatically copy your movements but instead with the back of his hand resting on his forehead. “What you doin’ out here querida?”

“Oh you know, just losing my mind. Nothing too serious.” You replied while Angel snorted at you.

He sips at his cold beer before saying, “I asked you if you wanted go cruising this weekend and maybe end up in the city for a night but you weren’t feeling it. So…I’m guessing you didn’t enjoy your time at the pool?”

“With my two favorite boys…of course I did.” You weren’t sarcastic this time, “it’s just that I’m imagining spring break to be a real drag.”

Angel furrows his brows, not even knowing when that was coming up but still said, “so what are you saying? You wanna live out your college dreams again, head down to Miami to get wild or something?”

It was your turn to laugh as you tug on his shorts waistband, “Why would I need to relive Miami when I got my hoochie daddy right here?”

“Ah, Fuck outta here,” Angel laughed as he playfully smacked your hand away from him while you winked.

Pressing your temple into your balled up hand you sighed after awhile, “what im getting at is: Spring is so boring there aren’t any good holidays.”

Angel raised his brows at this, not entirely believing that you found the season to be boring since you just went out the way last weekend to go shopping for spring decor. He was glad he had to work that weekend because he just knew you would have him in those stores for hours like you commonly did, he just felt bad for maverick in the end though.

“…Have you forgotten Easter, St. patty’s day, Mother’s Day, April fools-” he ticks off with his fingers while you roll your eyes.

You interject, “I get it, I get it!”

It’s not like angel cared much about those holidays either…(he wasn’t the best at remembering dates) well maybe the last one he found the most interest in but now he was trying to do something different in life for Maverick and since he met you (who did care for holidays) after the big move here. That sweet baby boy changed the trajectory of the way angel looked at life now and he wanted his kid to experience nothing but greatness and if he could provide that he would. He also liked watching you interact with Maverick and you both seemed to have a good time on Easter, doing kids activities like: painting eggs, going Easter egg hunting, and even getting a picture with a weird looking Easter bunny that now sat on the mantle in the living room.

Angel was even going to church now when he felt up to it and knew his mother would probably be proud of the way he turned his life around. How life was so different from what it could have been. He could be the one in the ground with his family but Angel knew he was meant to be right here, no matter how painful it got to be here.

He reshaped his life and was glad to say that he did it.

“You know, there’s plenty of things we can get into now that Mav’s down for his nap. I can be your source of entertainment.” Angel hints, slipping an arm underneath your cover up and tugging you to him.

You smirk as you meet his dark eyes, fanning yourself with one hand while the other grips his tatted arm. “Is that right?”

“Uh huh,” Angel hums pressing into you as he bites his bottom lip before pecking yours.

It wouldn’t be the first time out here on this balcony but you wouldn’t make it a repeat since it was too hot for all that. And you didn’t need to hear angel’s complaints of his ass being scorched thanks to the material of the balcony! However with the way the both of you ended up, tongues battling, hands roaming and squeezing with Angel’s back against the balcony now, it was becoming difficult trying to get the words out.

His hand’s are full of kneading your backside and he lets you breathe while he’s attacking your neck now, just the way you like it underneath your ear, his facial hair tickling your skin as he does so. Your fan and his beer are both out of your grasps now as you’re scratching at his back, which is just enough indication for Angel to lift you by the waist and up against his hips. He buries his face back to your skin, loving the way you smell as you hold onto him.

Your eyes peek open, breathing still ragged as you hold on but soon your eyes focus out towards the fence that blocks the condo’s from the main highway, spotting a figure who has their attention solely on you. At first you expect it to be some sort of creep watching you be intimate with your boyfriend but a palm goes up into the air before they remove their sunglasses.

Your breathing stops and Angel instantly notices you go still against him. He pulls back to glance at you, “you alright?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly place your legs down and Angel steadies you, still keeping a hand across your hips before he follows your stare. Angel’s eyes are in slits now, craning his neck and he’s on defense mode now, “fuck are you doing here?!”

You slap Angel’s arm to ease him while the man slowly steps closer to the building and both of your eyesight’s.

He says your name in greeting, “…hey, can we talk?”

Angel’s against it once he spots your hesitance but once you move, he’s not far behind you. You’re waiting at the front door, eyes to the right as you await for the man to make his way up the steps. He jogs up the last few steps, quickly making his way over to you while holding his sunglasses.

You’re still holding your breath as you take in his appearance, and it’s still the same man that you had the chance to spend your childhood with. The both of you don’t say anything, just staring and tracing over each others features with your eyes and Angel doesn’t like the feeling that sinks to the bottom of his stomach.

“You’re Armando right? You don’t look like any of the pictures.” Angel breaks the silence from behind you, arms crossed.

Arman flicks his eyes to your boyfriend, he takes in Angel’s appearance for a second before turning back to you, “Please, call me Arman…and Pictures?”

You exhale, “oh…yeah just two. The one from Costa Rica and your personal favorite: The selfie you took with my digital camera, the one you stole to impress that girl in photography class who already had a boyfriend—

“Did she though? I don’t recall.” Arman smirks and you scoff with a roll of your eyes, “but yeah I think I remember that one. It was the week after we finished junior year, Back when you were working at the skeeball section and Alicja Bosko purposely threw the ball at your shoulder to show off to her jackass boyfriend.”

You nodded remembering that huge bruise you received later that night, “Steven Jefferson. He was actually one of the nicest on the basketball team, if not the only one.”

“That’s because he was in love with you.” It was Arman’s turn to roll his brown eyes while you shook your head.

“No he wasn’t,” you crinkled your nose, “he was too far up Alicja’s ass.”

Arman argued, “yeah well maybe he should have been in theater instead of his brother because he wasn’t fooling me.”

You shrugged your shoulders with a small smile at the little walk down memory lane but knew to agree to disagree. It’s not like it wasn’t possible since you and Steven shared a few classes together, worked on a project or two because you sat near or next to each other but it didn’t cross your mind then. And you also weren’t aware that Steven questioned Arman once, after school when you went home early if the two of you were some secret couple. That was just the clean version of what Steven really said, which landed Arman on a three day suspension and Steven missing out on the next two games.

“…but the picture? It had to be of you having Alicja by the throat in the background while I had the most mischievous smile on my face…I can’t believe I forgot how much of a little shit I was.” Arman chuckled to himself while you nodded at him in amusement before he turned back to Angel, “plus it would make sense that I look different as a teen to present day right? Being a grown successful man does that to you, huh?”

He playfully slapped Angel on his shoulder before he squeezed himself by, taking in your home.

‘Now who the fuck did this guy think he is?’ Was exactly what Angel was thinking.

You squeezed Angel’s wrist as he sent you a look before kicking the door shut behind you.

“Feels much better in here and I see you’re doing well for yourself too.” Arman stood in the middle of the home.

Although he resided in the same state as you but at a great distance, Arman was still aware of your professions of once being a PI but now worked for a cybersecurity company as an intelligence analyst. He was proud to see that you were still driven but ultimately knew that wouldn’t change.

Angel muttered, “I bet it does when you’re not dressed like fucken blade in Vegas.”

“What was that?” Arman’s got his hands on his hips, bringing his attention back to the tatted man.

“Angel’s just wondering what you would like to drink.” Smiling hard at your boyfriend, he sucked his teeth with a roll of his head and rushed by you two.

He went around the corner by the dining area to the left where the closed off kitchen was. Once he pulled the fridge open, he missed out on you and Arman reaching out for each other to give each other a squeeze but not long enough to the point it would bring tears.

Arman couldn’t take tears from you, never could.

“Angel’s also wondering what brings you here and why you felt the need to stalk his girlfriend from the bushes.” He inquired, appearing just as you’re motioning for Arman to have a seat on the couch.

Angel slides a Gatorade on the coffee table (this Arman character wasn’t getting any of Angel’s good beer. By the looks of Arman, Angel had a feeling he probably wouldn’t drink it anyway.) and plops down on the sitting chair on Arman’s left.

Arman awkwardly laughs, “right…didn’t mean to intrude on you two…” he sends a knowing smile at you while you shrugged with a flick of your hair, “and I know that probably looked insane so I do apologize for that. I just had to make sure I had the right place.”

You suggest, “Next time maybe a phone call would be better?”

“Can’t exactly trust that lately.” Arman admits which makes Angel sit up, sending you a glance before Angel is pressing his elbows into his knees while Arman continues, “Look…I’m not here to cause any trouble but I had to see you…just in case.”

Angel wasn’t sure what that means but he had a feeling and he didn’t like being out of the loop of what was going on. He left Santo Padre for a reason and he found something special with you…yet someone from your past just shows up out the blue—that you haven’t seen in who knows how long, with a nice cut on his lip, brow, and cheek! and who knows where else! Arman didn’t seem to be walking normally if you asked Angel and this guy was saying things like he was preparing for the worse! In conclusion: sounded like a red flag to Angel.

“Before you expand on that…there’s just a few things that I do need to get off my chest.” Angel interrupts the intense eye contact you were sharing with another man.

Arman blinks over at Angel, “okay…”

“How long has it been since you two last saw each other?”

Arman looks to you again and you round off, “it’s been years, maybe fifteen? but the postcards and little figurines made it seem like less.”

Angel wasn’t aware of any of that but it’s not like you kept your friendship with Arman much of a secret. There wasn’t anything to hide in the first place. You always spoke highly of him and Angel couldn’t really grasp the idea of a man and a woman being just friends if they weren’t family. Yes that was his projection but he’s never seen anything like this that wasn’t romantic.

He rubs at his face in thought while Arman smiles softly at you, lightly shoving your knee and in that moment Angel was thankful he did the honors of tying your coverup before you opened the front door. Sorry not sorry.

Angel just comes right out with it, “so…were you two ever a thing? Serious or just foolin’ around?”

Your eyes go wide and Arman laughs at this, which irritates Angel.

“No.” Arman clearly states, “We maybe soulmates but not in a romantic sense, which makes this friendship so much more easy to have, no matter how many years pass us by. I love your girlfriend but you don’t have to worry about me falling in love with her because that’s your job, right?” He stares hard at the bearded man, almost daring Angel to say the wrong thing.

Angel immediately nods his head, feeling the tension ease somewhat from his jaw although he can feel your heated stare on him also. You already told him what it was with Arman when he asked you about your love for him once before and didn’t particularly like that he was bringing it up again to Arman. However Angel wanted to make sure that this wasn’t one sided and he had no shame in that.

“Good!” Arman claps, “then we have nothing to worry about. As long as you’re good to her, then we won’t have an issue.”

“…we’re good to each other.” You tell, wanting Angel’s eyes to settle on you, which they do before he sits back with a crooked smile.

Satisfied.

You shake your head at him and turn back to Arman who’s watching the exchange. You place your hand on Arman’s which is now thrown along the top of the couch, “And I’m glad I have all of my boys back underneath one roof. Except one of them doesn’t work my nerves as much.”

Arman scowls as he looks at Angel, “I find that hard to believe.”

“Fuck does that mean?” Angel feels his lip curl while Arman holds his hands up in surrender with a smile as Angel says, “she’s not talking about me but you don’t have to assume shit with that smug smile on your face, man.”

‘Lookin’ like the damn monopoly man and shit.’ Angel thinks to himself but he was trying to keep things cordial.

Arman tilts his head at this, “…there’s another guy that loves to take up your time? Don’t tell me—

“Relax,” you soothe, “I didn’t biologically have Maverick but I love him like he’s my own.”

“And I can’t thank you enough.” Angel tells you with a glint in his eye, “you have any kids, Armando?”

Arman slowly shakes his head putting the pieces together silently after spying a picture above the fireplace before he thinks of his own situation, “no but I too know a kid that I’ll always protect.”

“Aw, look at you having the parenting bug.” You wiggle the man’s shoulder.

Arman sighs trying to fight back a smile, “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. Your face did.”

“She’s right.” Angel agreed.

Arman attempts to whisper, “Don’t say that too much or her head will explode.”

You pinch the back of the skin on Arman’s hand who hisses before yanking his hand away. Angel laughs at you two, finding that this Arman guy might be alright in his book.

“I’ve missed you, you know? Even when you still do that pinching shit.” He shakes his hand about before rubbing it.

“I know and so have I, Armani-man.”

He chuckles, “haven’t heard that in awhile.”

“What?” You gasp as you mention, “Don’t tell me Nadia hasn’t hit you with annoying spins on your government?”

Yes you were also aware that Arman found his Mrs. Morales out there in the world. At first you felt a way about it since he simply sent over a picture and a brief letter to your mailbox during your late twenties and not an invitation to the wedding. Which he later explained in the attached letter that it was a spur of the moment ceremony out of the country. You only knew bits and pieces of what Nadia was like and what she looked like. However there seemed to be a shift in Arman at the mention of his wife.

As soon as you noticed it, it was gone, leaving the guarded man to exhale, “…only when she wants something.”

“You too, huh?” Angel cracks open the Gatorade before taking a sip, “ever get hit with a ‘hoochie daddy?’”

Arman blinks before oddly staring back and forth at you two, “A what?”

“Never mind my boyfriend,” you fan your hand, “you said you came here to visit me just in case of what exactly…”

Arman dips his head and clears his throat. When he starts cracking his fingers with one hand, you notice it’s still something he does when there’s a lot on his mind even with the both of you settling into your own adulthoods. That alone makes you scoot closer to him, balling your legs to the side of you as you rest your head back against his arm.

“I’m here. Always.”

This he knew.

He never imagined plopping back into your life like this, on the run and keeping it all away from the two women he’s in love with but it was a fact that you knew the start. And if that’s what he had to go back to, then so be it. Part of him felt like he should feel guilty bringing you back into this, while at the same time he knew the levels of your relationship and that you would always look out for him too.

The both of you grew up together and then separately because arman sought out for more that his father didn’t approve of and the connection between you two was just as strong then as it is now. It wasn’t conditional on your part, which is why the both of you still had a friendship. That was evident with the way you two moved around each other and Angel felt like he should be jealous.

Oh but he was! especially with the bits of affection he witnessed, that was something he didn’t want to get used to but maybe he was starting to understand? Angel would grasp it more if he saw how Arman was around this Nadia person and had a feeling he probably would the longer Arman stayed or came around. However both you and Arman knew it wouldn’t be a long span of time. It’s just not the way he operated.

He was always on the move.

“Do I need to give you two the room?” Angel places his hand on his chest, “I really don’t want to in fear that I’ll start smoking again but my heart, yeah I got that, is saying I prolly should.”

You peek up at Arman, the both of you sharing a laugh before Arman nudged his head and you’re patting the empty spot next to you. “Get over here.”

“I dunno…the way you two look at each other gives off more than just friends.” Angel cautiously makes his way over, while you toss your legs right over his lap, leaving him to caress your bare ankle.

Arman shakes his head as he meets Angel’s eyes, “you’ve never loved a best friend so much that you’ll do anything for?”

“Well yeah…” Angel starts with a lift of his shoulders, “but I never had stars in my eyes when I looked at coco’s crazy ass. And he wouldn’t be walking up in my house like he owns the place. I’ll tell you that much. Actually—he’d probably find a way in here without us knowing.”

You’ve heard stories about Coco—Johnny plenty times before and wished you would have had the chance to meet him. With the way Angel spoke of him and the one’s he once called his brothers, made it seem like you already have.

You snort, “might as well have stars with how much you speak on him and Ezekiel.”

Angel blows out a breath at how much he missed those guys through it all, “I guess I get it too. But i do have to say, if this turns out to be more harm than good to us…you may see a side of me you don’t like and that can get ugly.”

That was aimed more at Arman than you, you were sure but as good as you knew the man to your left, he didn’t take threats lightly yet he could respect it since you chose Angel.

“Well at least you’re honest about your lack of looks…but we can both agree every side is my good side.” Arman jokes as he pinches his chin, caressing his facial hair with a grin.

Angel huffs, “get a load of this fucken guy! First you waltz in here and now this? You’re something else, man. But I guess…you’re alright for now.”

Arman leans over you as Angel goes to give him a fist while Arman was ready to give his hand a shake. Angel stares at Arman’s hand, not budging before Arman huffs and decides to bump fists instead with a shake of his head in disbelief.

“Yay, my bestie and my boyfriend getting along!”You grip Arman’s shoulder to place a kiss on his cheek before flopping your body against Angel who squeezes your shoulder, kissing the corner of your eye as you say “Love to see it…maybe spring break won’t be so bad after all.”

Arman and Angel both share a knowing glance, being aware that this probably wouldn’t be some simple visit of a friend coming to town—although you were no stranger to Arman’s lifestyle—but for both of their sakes they’ll relish in your happiness.

That’s mainly what both men wanted for you.

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Continue along with my spring anthology prompts here.

#queued #the cleaning lady #the cleaning lady season 3 #the cleaning lady fox #arman morales #Arman morales x reader #adan canto #mayans mc #mayans mc x reader #Angel Reyes #angel reyes x reader #spring prompts #clayton cardenas

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findingmarvinchavez · 2 years

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Flowers in the Concrete

mayans mc au. three first meetings. biker eddie/odd job worker buck. rated m for a brief instance of physical assault (not between buck and eddie). 3.4 k. mostly fluff with a smidge of angst.

Two guys, each on the run from his own past, wash up in unlikely Santo Padre, aka bumfuck nowhere. This is the story of three chance meetings that might just be the breath of fresh air they've both been missing, a connection found without actually looking for it.

read on ao3.

Was my heart beatin' in my chest? And was I even alive before the day we met?

Evan Buckley had left home on a quest to get as far away from there and everything he was leaving behind as possible. How his series of odd jobs had brought him to the small town of Santo Padre, also known as bumfuck nowhere, however, was a mystery even to him.

It was not as if Buck had expected any sort of glorious wild west experience from working as what the newspaper ad had labeled a "hardy vineyard worker.” Apart from a handful of coffee shops, three of which were more like corner stores that offered outside seating, for daytime leisure and a couple of sketchy dive bars for a night out, this town really was a case of dust and crickets. Young people mostly seemed to flee the place as fast as they could and if they didn't manage that, they resigned to a life without any real prospects just as quickly.

Of course that was just the general drift and like everywhere, Santo Padre was home to its very own kinds of life, to people worth meeting, and places that were unlike anywhere else Buck had been before. He had found his favorite corner store where he spent his afternoons off drinking Tommy's strong filter coffee, black and with lots of sugar, whiling away long hours in the Californian sun. Sometimes Marj, who tended the nicest bar around most nights, joined him and sometimes she brought a couple of friends.

Today, however, Buck was sitting accompanied only by his coffee cup and an unnervingly colorful tabloid newspaper. He half-heartedly told himself that he was reading stuff like this on occasion to keep up with the outside world at least at some level, but the truth was that he enjoyed the senseless drama from time to time.

He was deep into a frighteningly detailed article on Chryssi Teigen's journey through pregnancy and motherhood when the roar of tuned motorcycle engines made him look up and across the street.

There they were, the representatives of another one of the scarce career options available in Santo Padre: the local branch of the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club. Every now and then, these guys (Buck had the impression that only guys were allowed to ride with the crew) would pull up dramatically in front of an establishment and two or three would enter it looking like they meant business while the rest would wait out front on their rides just asserting presence or whatever their task out there was.

In any case, Buck rarely had the opportunity to study them as closely yet inconspicuously as today. There were just four of them, and two had already vanished into the butcher shop across the street. Of the other two, one was typing away at his phone furiously, oblivious to the outside world, which left the fourth guy to pass the time just lounging on his bike, scanning the street occasionally but mostly just looking at nothing in particular. He was wearing dark sunglasses though, so Buck couldn't be sure if he had his eyes closed when he was just doing nothing.

Actually, he was trying to determine just that when the biker suddenly seemed to sense that someone was watching him. Buck was so intent on the man's frankly very handsome face that he failed to look away before the other's searching gaze met his own. In a futile attempt to salvage the situation, Buck hid his face behind his newspaper. Only to realize that presenting the current Us Weekly cover to the guy who had caught him staring was pretty much the opposite of preserving his dignity. Exasperated with himself, Buck sighed and slowly lowered the newspaper again. He just caught the other man turning away from him. Buck thought he was smirking, but actually not in an unpleasant way. A little self-assured, maybe, but the man didn't look annoyed or even particularly judgemental.

He had turned to greet his biker friends as they emerged from the butcher shop. Without much fuss, all four of them got ready to ride off. Sunglasses guy, as Buck had baptized him, didn't make any more motion toward Buck, so Buck felt safe as he observed the gang's exit. Only for sunglasses guy, who rode at the end of the formation, to turn and look straight at Buck as the group passed the corner shop. Buck might have felt more annoyed about this next faux-pas if that man in his black leather jacket and black shirt and black jeans and his damn sunglasses, with his pretty face and wind-ruffled-yet-soft brown hair hadn't looked like a vision straight from a cheesy hollywood movie.

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There was really only the one grocery store in Santo Padre so that's where Eddie Diaz went to get his groceries. Today, as he turned the last corner toward the checkout aisle, Eddie found his way blocked by someone who he first registered as "tall". Next he took note of sun-kissed skin partially covered by a light green shirt that could have been either pastel or sun-bleached and then the face… A familiar face, currently expressing a mix of confusion, concentration, and something that resembled defeat. The tall guy was standing in front of the magazine stand and appeared to be studying the contents of the kids section with the utmost commitment. The setup was too good for Eddie to miss out on.

"No Us Weekly for you today?"

"I'm sorry, what…"

Following the tall guy's face journey as it went from startled to confused to surprised was worth the cheap shot at starting a conversation, Eddie found.

"Oh… Right. I'm just, so I'm actually supposed to pick up a magazine for my employer’s… uh… daughter. So that's why…"

Tall guy finished his sentence by vaguely gesturing toward the variety of kids' magazines. For some reason he couldn’t put his finger on, Eddie didn’t feel like letting the other man off the hook just yet, so he decided to push his luck just a little further.

"Yeah. I'm afraid I'm no help here. Maybe if we were talking gossip magazines…"

"About that… I didn't mean to stare the other day. Sorry.”

Eddie wondered how a grown man could possibly make the boyish apologetic smile that tall guy gave him seem as genuine as it did. And yet, watching that little duck of his head, shoulders drawing in just slightly, Eddie suspected that this one right here was usually pretty good at getting on people’s good sides, even when the offense was a little more serious than being caught staring. Not that eddie would let any of these whimsical observations show in his reply, though:

"I get it. There really isn’t much to look at around here most of the time."

There was a short pause in which both of them seemed to ponder the meaning of this statement. The store’s freezers hummed and some Tejano country tunes filled the air-conditioned space. Eddie moved to raise the half-filled shopping basket in his right hand.

“Anyway. I should probably leave you to your sacred duty. I'm sure I'll see you around…”

Eddie made the last sentence sound like a question.

“Oh, Buck. I mean, it’s Evan Buckley, but people just call me Buck, usually.”

“Alright then, Buck. I'm Eddie. I'll see you around, Buck.”

“Yeah, see you around, Eddie.”

It took Buck a moment to realize he had to move for Eddie to be able to walk past him, so they parted with another somewhat awkward smile on each of their faces. It wasn’t the bad kind of awkward though, Eddie thought as he awaited his turn at the cash register. Having turned his attention back to the magazine stand, Buck stood with his back toward Eddie, giving Eddie the opportunity to be the one watching from a distance this time around. And he had to admit that he didn’t mind this new angle of otherwise deadbeat Santo Padre at all.

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In retrospect, Buck recognized that it might not have been the most sensible decision to walk home from a bar several miles when he had definitely had more than his share of whiskey shots. On the other hand, walking was a good way to clear your head before going to bed, and being a tall able-bodied white guy, Buck usually had the privilege of not having to worry too much about what might happen to him out on the streets at night. Well, life has no guarantees, and today appeared to be Evan Buckley's unlucky night.

He sensed somebody following him, even in his drunken state, for several minutes, before he turned around for the first time. Two dark figures were walking behind him. They were still at a distance that could have also been pure happenstance. Apart from himself and the two others, nothing was moving along the moderately well-illuminated street that led from downtown toward a more residential area. Feeling suddenly exposed and defenseless, Buck picked up his pace. He was still walking, but briskly now, definitely not strolling along any more.

This acceleration turned out to be more of a symbolic action, however, and the next time Buck turned around, his face met with a fist right colliding hard with his left cheekbone. The impact sent his already destabilized body spiraling around and down. Buck managed to catch himself on two hands, coughing blood onto the gray pavement. Before he could form a clear thought, his head was ripped upward by his hair. He couldn’t clearly make out the face he was looking at underneath the guy’s dark hood. Buck felt another person’s boots pressing down on his calves and another fist in his hair on the back of his head. Everything felt sort of surreal as his dizzy mind tried desperately to become as alert as the situation demanded it. Bad guy nr. 1, in front of him, spoke:

“Wallet. Watch. Anything valuable you have on you.”

“W…”

The robbers didn’t seem to be in any way inclined to take Buck’s intoxication and resulting dimmed wits into consideration, Buck learned as an unrelenting kick to the stomach had him double down again.

“Ok, blondie…”

The tone of voice suddenly shifted from aggressive and demandin to aggressive and bewildered:

“…what the hell?”

Buck felt at least one hand let go of his hair as another commotion started, this time not involving him.

“Hey!”

The shout came from behind him.

Then the weight on his lower legs was lifted and Buck slowly raised himself to see the two guys that had assaulted him locked in an altercation with another man. One wearing black pants and something leather. The single guy clearly had the upper hand, however that was possible. Finally, Buck’s presumed savior had pushed the two assailants back enough to show them something on his jacket and to say a couple of words that sent them off positively running down the street.

Next, Buck found himself face to face with…

“Eddie?”

“You okay, Buck?”

Eddie, sunglasses Eddie, grocery store Eddie, was kneeling right in front of Buck. Unlike the robber’s face, the streetlights painted Eddie's face in stark contrasts. It appeared to be screwed up with worry as he scanned Buck in his admittedly not very fortunate position.

“Eddie, what…?”

“Are you feeling ok? Can you stand up?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Buck said the words as tentatively as he pushed himself onto his feet. He was swaying slightly and his arms wrapped themselves around his bruised abdomen seemingly of their own accord. Eddie stood up right next to him, and steadied him by gripping both his arms, firmly but not too tightly. Buck made his best attempt at a reassuring smile:

“Some of it is also the alcohol. I've gotten pretty hammered tonight.”

Eddie's concerned expression softened somewhat at that statement, and keeping eye contact, he smiled back at Buck.

“Yeah well, you’ve still been beaten up by a couple of idiots, so let’s make sure they didn’t leave any permanent marks, ok? Give me your address and I'll take you home, if that’s ok with you. Or do you need a hospital?”

Apparently trying to answer his own question, Eddie traced Buck's bruised left cheek carefully with his fingertips. Buck had to suck in a couple of breaths but all in all nothing seemed to be seriously damaged.

"I think I'm ok. Also feels like I still got all my teeth."

"Good, Good. How about your ribs? Your stomach? Are you breathing all right?"

Buck took a few deep breaths and lifted his shirt to feel along the big red spot on his left side where the robber's boot had connected with his torso.

"I mean, it hurts like hell, but it doesn't feel like anything's broken. Should be ok to wait until tomorrow to see if I need a doctor."

"Alright, Buck. Home it is then?"

"Yeah. that sounds good."

"It's just down this street. About a mile or so."

"Can you try to sit on the bike?"

Eddie looked away from Buck to indicate the huge black motorcycle parked at the side of the street. Buck thought that he must have been really preoccupied to not have heard the engine approaching but then again being violently assaulted while being boozed-up might do that to a guy. He nodded.

“I’ll try.”

"Great. I'm gonna sit down in front first, you'll have to climb on behind me. Take care to keep those long legs off the ground. And let me know if it hurts too much, then we'll walk."

"Ok, Eddie."

Buck tried for his own sake as much as Eddie's not to sound as if he was secretly planning to lie down on the concrete and suffer in silence as the adrenaline rush from the robbery finally died down and he became painfully aware that his bruises were just about to really start showing their true colors. Not to mention the drunkenness.

Still, Eddie appeared to realize that he had set Buck a task that was pretty challenging in his current condition. From his seat on the bike, he gave Buck an encouraging smile:

"Just a few minutes and you can lie down and let the painkillers do their job."

Buck brazed himself before swinging his right leg over the black leather seat behind Eddie. Careful to make the most of the limited space between Eddie and the rear wheel, he dropped down and found that the seat was surprisingly comfortable. It took a bit more coordination to position his feet on the footpegs.

"You good?"

"I think so, yeah."

"Ok, Buck. You'll have to hold onto me. Other than that, just try to relax and keep your feet and butt where they belong. We're not going fast and we're not going far, but remember to tell me if you don't feel alright. Sound good?"

"Yup."

As he put his hands gingerly on both Eddie's sides, Buck, for the first time since he had left the bar, was actually kind of glad for the last of the alcohol still circulating his system. Even though this was by far the most normal thing to happen in the last half hour or so, it still was a pretty awkward position, Buck found. Both he and Eddie were relatively big guys, and Buck at least was entirely lost on how to best position himself on a motorcycle. Eddie didn't seem fazed, though. Intentionally or not, his apparent calm helped center Buck in the moment, and to trust that he would be in the safety of his own home in just a bit.

As promised, Eddie rode along carefully until Buck told him that they were there. When Buck had stepped off the bike, they looked at each other in silence for a moment as they both tried to figure out what would be an appropriate good-bye after this particular meeting. Finally, Eddie said:

"Would you mind if I gave you my number? So can you tell me if you're still feeling ok tomorrow?"

Buck took his phone out of his jacket pocket, glad to see that it hadn't been implicated in the night's events. He held it out for Eddie to take.

"Go ahead."

As he watched the other man type, Buck realized that had no clue how to thank someone who had just saved his bacon from god knows what danger. Accepting the fact that he wouldn't come up with anything remotely worthy given how his head, hell, his whole body was feeling right now, Buck decided to keep it simple and true. When Eddie had finished saving his contact info and passed the phone back to him, Buck said:

"Thank you, Eddie. I really don't know what else to say, so thank you."

Eddie smiled up at him from the bike, another of those patient and sweet smiles that changed everything about his tough-guy appearance.

"Of course, Buck. Just be sure to check in on yourself before you go to sleep. I'll hear from you tomorrow, ok?"

"Definitely. Good night, Eddie."

Buck watched as Eddie started the engine, kicked off, and started riding down the street. Only then did he turn around and enter his house. Despite his bone-deep fatigue, he gave himself a moment to slide down with his back against the front door and let the turmoil inside him ravage the very last of his energy. When his body was finally all out of adrenaline, Be willed himself to walk to his medicine cabinet and down a couple of painkillers. He made sure to check his breathing and pain levels before he stumbled onto his bed. Buck was asleep before he even hit the mattress.

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Last night, Eddie had waited until he could check that Buck's front door had safely closed behind him before really beginning his ride home. He was glad for the cool night air clearing his mind and the headwind's white noise. Despite how relaxed he had appeared while Buck was around, the whole situation hadn't passed Eddie by without leaving a trace.

Since Buck had been down when Eddie had arrived, it had been a two-on-one fight after all. Or rather, it could have been. There had been no way to know for sure whether showing those guys his patch and threatening them with its implications would make them back off or become even more aggressive. Eddie thanked god for at least mid-sized mercies as he replayed the events in his head before sleep finally caught up with him.

The next morning, Eddie kept checking his phone even though he knew Buck probably should take all the sleep he could get. Finally, at about 11, there was the ping indicating a new message:

“hi eddie, it's buck. just wanted to let you know that apart from some big bruises, everything seems intact. i really can't thank you enough for stepping in like that. let me know if there's ever anything i can do for you! you have my number now :). other than that, i'm sure i'll see you around, hopefully under much different circumstances next time. take care! buck."

Eddie let out the breath he'd been holding since opening the message. It was then that he realized that he was actually smiling at his phone. Like a damn teenager texting their crush.

In his defense, this was the first real contact he had made outside the MC since he had arrived in Santo Padre. And Buck was right about seeing each other around. As hard as it was in an obscure small town like this to stumble upon real connection, its limited size also meant that you would meet people time and time again. For some mysterious reason, Eddie felt that he would get along pretty well with the guy he only knew from a couple of looks across the street, one awkward run-in, and saving him from robbers at 2:30 at night.

Buck, with his heartfelt and infectious smile, had washed up at the same unlikely place Eddie had. So, for the first time since he had joined the local chapter to try and escape his Texas past, the joyful rush of anticipation bubbled up in him. When he stepped out into the hot SoCal sun, Eddie felt his heart beat in his chest as he thought of future meetings and blue eyes.

note: title from love is a wild thing by kacey musgraves. introductory quote from i can't remember me (before you) by brothers osborne. more music in my buddie playlist as linked in bio.

#i didn't think i'd write fic again (so soon) much less an au but i guess this is what happens in my head when i'm stuck at a train station #in bumfuck nowhere for two hours. and the fact that i can't watch mayans season 4 right now. and my regrettably real passion for country #music. but mainly it's just a sunny setting for these two while 5b makes them suffer <3 anywhom #buck x eddie #911 fic #buck x eddie fic #mayans mc au (there are no firefighters here)#this used to be buddie meet santo padre in my drafts before i settled on a title and i think that's what describes it pretty well #911 on fox

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