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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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you stress me.

HAPPY LOWMAN.

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❝ request by @mrsmarvelous1995: Hey Aurora, I would love you to death if you would write a random prompt nr. 7 with Happy for me 🥰. Pretty please 🥺 🙏

❝ request by @aimkatsz: Oh sorry I think I forgot to put the person haha. Could you do promot number 8 from the 'random prompts' list with Happy Lowman please and thank you 😅

❝ request by anon: Hola cariño! Can I please have from random prompt, 13 with Happy 😃? Gracias preciosa!

❝ prompts: “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” / “Please, stop getting shot, it stresses me out”. / “You’re a psychopath”. “I prefer creative”.

❝ words: about 700.

❝ a / n: don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

“Whoa, whoa, whoa… Take it easy, darling”.

As soon as you step out of your car, Chibs and Jax stop you to let you come inside the clubhouse. Saying that you're furious… isn't exact. It is not enough. You have been working for more than ten hours without having a damn break, and all you wanted was to go home and eat a bowl of Chinese noodles in the bathtub. But, no. Happy had other plans.

“Are you SURE I can't punch him in the face?”

The Sons look at each other with lips puckered, evaluating the situation. Maybe. Maybe he could be punched, but you just turn things worse. They finally nod their heads, although not very convinced.

“You should wait till tomorrow. What happens outside the club? We don't care”. Jax opines then, raising his hands from you and tilting his head to the side.

“Ye', take't ease', lass. He didn' wan's to call ye”.

“Of course, he didn't, you Scottish prick”. You grunt before passing them away, carrying the medical kit to heal your crazy husband.

Rubbing your forehead with your free hand, you roll your eyes when Tig welcomes you on the door. But one of your dangerous gazes is enough for him to not say anything, hearing in the background Happy complaining. As his orbs land on yours, he shuts up. You watch him licking his bottom lip, anxious to find any excuse to calm you down.

“Please, stop getting shot, I fucking beg you… It stresses me out”.

You roll your eyes when he pouts at you, trying to feel sorry for him. But you don't. He's an idiot. He has always been. He thinks he's immortal and that there's not a single person insane enough to mess with him. But again, he's wrong. In silence, you kneel near to him, placing the kit on the ground to open it. And you're not going to take care, you're going to punish him.

Grabbing a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide to disinfect the open wound, when Juice puts his hand away with a cloth covered in blood, you squirt the cold liquid straight to it. Happy has to swallow a painful grunt, just to not give you the pleasure, stirring over the leather sofa. Wearing two gloves and holding the tweezers to spill some peroxide on them, you raise your eyes to your husband. He's about to cry for the first time in your relationship. Rolling them, you focus on the next task before he loses more blood.

Slowly, you slide the tweezers inside the wound, slightly opening it, until they touch the metal under his skin. Carefully, you separate both extremes to grip the bullet and pull your hand back from it. Happy doesn't utter a single sound, keeping his abdomen tensed and his gaze away from your fingers, while having another sip of whisky.

It takes you a little more time to stitch him up, being assisted by Chibs to clean as you use the surgical thread to close the small hole. But as soon as you can remove the gloves from your hands and the guys decide to give you some intimacy, you grab your husband's chin to force him to look at you whilst pointing at him with the other forefinger.

“Next time… I'll shoot you twice, you hear me?”

“You're a psychopath”. He breathes through his parted lips, really enjoying that you camouflage your worry and how scared you are behind a threat.

“I prefer creative like you usually say”. Heavily snorting, you sit on the edge of the sofa, leaning your head on his chest. “Just… fucking take care, Hap. It's not th—”.

“Sorry, love”. Your husband interrupts you, placing a weak arm over your back as you slide yours under his neck. “I wanted a little of your attention”.

“You… asshole”. You growl in soft giggles, raising your head looking for his tired eyes. “Don't. Do. That. Again. You hear me?”

“Loud and clear, love”.

“And stop calling me love. It's not gonna work this time, Lowman. I'm really angry”.

“Baby”.

Squinting at him, you can't help but hit his shoulder; regretting it the second his laughs turn into a painful complaint.

“You've earned it…”

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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mom told me to do it.

ANGEL REYES. (and a little of Felipe and EZ)

MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by anon: hiya darling! hope you're doing good ❤ i love love your writing and was wondering if you'd be up to write prompt 20 with angel? with or without smut, it's up to you!

❝ prompt: “Stop putting your head down in my house. You know my rule. It’s all love and all pride in this house”.

❝ words: about 600.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

As every morning, the first thing you do after waking up is going to greet your mom's ashes. Despite the men of your family, you place a kiss on the top of the urn. Angel hasn't noticed your presence, his eyes are glued to the inside of his mug as if his coffee is the most interesting thing he has ever seen. He seems lost in his thoughts, going through some shit with the clubhouse that has him down and gloomy.

“What 'you say, mom…? Uh, sure”. Pretending you're talking to her, you walk straight to your older brother to slap the back of his neck.

“The fuck?” He grunts frowning at you.

“Stop putting your head down in my house. You know my rule. It’s all love and all pride in this house”.

Angel growls in a low tone, watching you kneel close to him to pinch his cheeks and bother him a little more until making him draw a grin.

“What happens, bad boy? Someone said your tattoos look fake?”

“Ha, ha. Very funny”. He replies by slapping your forehead and making you drop on your ass.

Squinting at him, forgetting you are near your twenties and he has passed his thirties, his eyes widen figuring out your intentions. But before you can scream calling your father, he jumps on top of you covering your mouth with a hand. You stir under his grip, between laughs and complaints, trying to set yourself free.

“You've started”. He chuckles lacing his legs around you to make you stop. “Don' be a snitch. What are you? Five?”

You like the palm of his hand, regretting after because who knows where this hand has been before, but being enough to release you. “POOOOOOOP! POP, ANGEL HAS PUSHED ME TO THE FLOOR!!!! POOOOP!”

“Shut the fuck up, you little rat”. He growls trying to keep your mouth covered, fighting and rolling around the kitchen.

“Man, you kidding me? I close the fuckin' club at six”.

You suddenly stop moving, raising your gazes to meet the middle Reyes who has just woken up because of all the noise coming from you. You pout at EZ, standing up and looking for a big body to protect you.

“He pushed me”.

“She slapped my head”.

“Mom told me to do it”.

“I should have given you up for adoption when I had the fucking chance”. Felipe whispers walking in.

“Thank you. I get that from you”. Angel and you say in unison, as the older stand on his boots putting his kutte in a better place over his shoulders.

“Say sorry to your sister”.

“She slapp—”.

“Now, son. Or I'll slap you for all the family”.

You stick out your head from behind EZ, still having your hands on his shoulder blades with a triumphant smile across your lips.

“I'm sorry… for the poor idiot who has to bear you all your damn life, mami”.

“Well, at least someone will love me, pendejo”.

Oh, no. Wrong words. EZ makes his way to your father, leaving you along for the ride. You have just one second to run away before your older brother chases you down all around the house until tackling you to your parent's bed. Angel tickles your side, not seeming he's going to stop soon until you say the magic words.

“STOP, YOU SHITHEAD!”

“MEC, WRONG ANSWER”.

“ANG— ANGEL, I CAN'T… BRE— BREATHE”.

“THEN YOU'LL DIE”.

“OKAY, OKAY! FI— FINE! I LOVE YOU”.

“See? Easy, little rat”. As he stops, he slaps your forehead again. “Don' make me do it twice. I won't show any mercy next time. Now, kiss”.

He only has to point at his cheek once to make you kiss it.

“See? I make you laugh”. You reply slapping back his head. “You're dumb like a rock”.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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boo, madafaka.

JOHNNY ‘COCO’ CRUZ.

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❝ request by anon: Hi aurora Can you write a nice relaxing bath with Coco where reader is treating him? Like washing his hair, giving him kisses and just taking care of him 🥺 pwease and tyyyyy

❝ words: about 350.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

The warm water filling the tub covers your bodies to your chests, relaxing every muscle and fading away the bad day he has been through today. When he has come back home with his head bowed and a heavy sigh stuck within his throat, your heart has broken a little. But Coco's gesture has changed a little finding you there, as you were supposed to finish working later than normal.

His arms are rested on the edge of the bathtub, keeping his eyes closed and purring softly while your fingers stroke his scalp to spread the shampoo uniformly, causing you to smile for how easy it's for you to husk his demons and calm him down. Your boyfriend urges you to wrap your legs tighter around his waist, dragging you slightly closer to him. He doesn't say a syllable, tossing his head forward —as he is facing you— to wash out his hair until it's completely clean. Taking your time, thoroughly, with gentle caresses. Closing the showerhead and putting it above the faucet, you brush his black raven locks with your fingers, back to his nape.

“I'd die for you, ma”. He whispers slowly, feeling like he could fall asleep right now.

“That's sweet, but I need you alive”. You hum placing your hands on his shoulders, leaning to peck his lips.

“If I die, I'd come back like a ghost. Like boo madafaka”. Coco laughs low, quite the opposite of how you break in laughter. “And amma' watcha' sleep every night”.

“That's creepy”.

“Every night I try to no' fall before you, so I can watcha' sleepin'”. He confesses then melting your heart in just a sight. “It's ma' favorite part of the day. You take care of me by day and I take care of you by night”.

You can't help but pout at your boyfriend, gripping his hand around his neck to crash your lips on his once and once, spreading more kisses all around his face when you hear him giggling, forgetting completely the shit he has been through today.

“I'll always take care of you, mi coquito. I promise”.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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muluc.

NESTOR OCETEVA.

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❝ request by @garbinge: Hi, Aurora 🖤 you beautiful being!!! Dropping a request for a headcannon or imagine (whatever you feel fits better and feel more inspired to write) with Nestor being the OC/Reader Insert’s best friend.

❝ request by anon: Hi,Aurora may I please have the head cannon hidden relationship with Nestor Oceteva please. And also this is my time ever request so I hoping doing this right. And I love your blog!

❝ words: about 400.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

You've waited all day for night to come. The only moment where you can escape from your room and spend some time with Nestor without the risk of being caught.

Being Miguel Galindo's little sister isn't easy, even less when you are in love with his best friend and head of his security.

And you have had to do your best to not jump onto him in front of everyone after coming home with his face covered in dry blood and a huge cut on his cheek.

Nestor has seen the fear in your eyes, your hands trembling and your heart about to stop.

But in silence.

You haven't acted like you'd like to act.

You haven't been able to take care of him like you'd like to do.

You have had to wait a whole eternity for the night to come.

You aren't going to lie, you have been worried for Marcus too. That's for sure.

But Nestor is the love of your life.

You can't imagine your existence without him.

And at this point, you don't care if Miguel approves it or not.

This time you've been too close to losing him.

So as soon as he reunites with you in the garage —where you usually meet when everybody's sleeping—, you jump onto his arms.

You can't control your bitter and painful crying.

You can't feel any comfort in his arms, still scared of what has happened in just one day. The worst day you can remember.

“Lo siento… Lo siento tanto”.

Nestor hates hearing you crying, but he understands it. He understands it because you have been in his mind the whole time. Your voice, your laugh. He has had in his mind the whole time the way you look at him. The adoration in your orbs. The shine that makes them the most magnificent pair of eyes in the world.

And he agrees without hesitating when you beg him to talk with your brother the next day. To tell him about your relationship.

Nestor can't say no. He wants it too. He doesn't want to continue hiding. He wants to hug you, kiss you, touch you at any time.

He wants to show everybody how much he loves you, how happy you make him any time you smile straight to him.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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keeping up with the arizas.

chapter 13: the white shirt and the red sock.

a series with MICHAEL ‘RIZ’ ARIZA.

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❝ words: about 600.

❝ a / n: it's been five months since the last update and i've really missed to write something for my favorite series ever, so here it is, another drabble teasing my baby boy 😌 as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

“What happens to your wife?” Your father asks, watching you pass them away without looking at Riz with your usual heart-eyes.

“She's mad at me”. He sighs then, having a sip from his beer, bowing his head down.

“The hell you've done to her now?” Bishop chuckles, always having so much fun because of your dumb fights.

“She came home fuckin' tired last night and I wanted to help her, so… ah, I did the laundry and… fucked up a white shirt with indigenous symbols because of a red sock”.

As he continues telling his brother what happened, his voice goes down and down and ashamed. The Mayans look at each other before breaking into a burst of laughter. Every one of them except your father. Taza is such a teaser.

“Man…” He says shaking his head, pretending to be surprised and feeling sorry for him. “You're in trouble because it was her favorite shirt ever! How could you?”

“Shit! It was a fuckin' mistake”. Riz replies standing up, watching you coming closer with the intention of continuing to beg you for forgiveness.

“What's the matter with the shirt?” Tranq whispers intrigued.

“Dunno the fuck Ariza was talking about”. Your dad tilts his head towards the other, earning more than giggles this time.

“You son of a bitch”. Creeper chokes on his beer, coughing and laughing at once.

“Baby… Mi amor, mi vida… I'm really sorry”. Your husband follows you throughout the yard, causing you to roll your eyes before facing him. “I me— mean it's not tha—”.

“IS FUCKING PINK, MICHAEL. WHEN THE FUCKING HELL I HAVE WORE SOMETHING PINK?”

He pouts at you in silence because he wasn't expecting you to yell like that. You never shout at him. And that makes you think that you should have to calm down, breathe and count to ten. Rubbing your face with both hands, you wave them after relaxing your clenched jaw.

“Don't do the laundry again. Never in your damn life”.

“Okay…” He just replies, tangling his hand in a fist under his abdomen, putting his head down and making you feel worse.

It's just a shirt and he only wanted to take off some pressure from your shoulders. Licking your bottom lip regretted, you pucker them getting closer. You wrap your arms around his waist, touching his nose with yours in a soft caress to call his attention until his brown breathtaking eyes are on yours.

“I haven't said today I love you”. You mumble with such a sweet tone of voice.

“It's okay, baby, you were pissed”. Riz clicks his tongue while shaking his head, landing his ringed fingers on both sides of your neck. Showing you his best puppy eyes, your man leaves a smoochie on the tip of your nose. “I'm so sorry, mi pedacito de cielo”.

“DON'T FALL FOR HIS LIES!” Your father screams high-pitched from the other side of the yard, not even knowing what you two are talking about.

Squinting at him over Riz's shoulder, you put your attention back to your husband. “Has he bullied you?”

His nod is all you need to glance at your father again. Placing a soft kiss on his cheek, you lead him to the crowd of Mayans sitting around the bonfire. Taza is starting to sweat as you come closer, clearing his throat pretending there's nothing to be worried about.

“Have you bullied my husband?” You inquire leaning ahead his chair and placing both hands on the armrest a short distance from his face.

“Me? No. Never” Your father replies puckering his lips, watching sideways their brothers shutting their giggles while sipping from their drinks.

“Have you ever told'em… you called me once, crying like a child because there was a flying 'roach inside the ranch?”

Even your husband breaks in laughter, still squinting at your father cursing you in silence.

“Lies”. Taza scoffs ashamed, confirming it's true.

“Only me bully my husband, you hear me?”

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