Angel is paused comically in the doorway, first raised to knock again. “Yo, what the fuck?” he shouts, looking between you and Tig. “Who the fuck is this?”
“Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?” Tig spits back.
You stare in shock as Angel’s eyes fall to the kutte discarded on the floor. “A Reaper? You blow us off for a fucking Reaper?”
“Angel, no, it’s not…”
“Clearly, she had to go looking for someone to satisfy her elsewhere,” Tig says with a smirk.
SUMMARY: Tig sneaks out before the guys return. Taza gets a call about Bishop’s condition that drastically changes your plans for the night.
WARNINGS: 18+ only; food mention; 2.5k words.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Another monster chapter, whoops!
Tig easily followed through on his promise, coaxing another two orgasms out of you before Nestor knocked on your door, saying the other guys were on their way back and Tig needed to go.
“Will I see you again?” You felt ridiculous asking, sounding like a love struck teenager, but you had to know. He hasn’t even left the room yet and your body yearned for him. The ache between your legs not satisfied unless he is buried inside it.
He pauses buttoning his pants to lean over, grabbing your chin between his fingers and pressing a hard kiss to your lips. “There’s no keeping me away now, doll.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling the burner phone out of this pocket, tossing it to you. “Put your number in there for me.”
You move through the screens, adding your contact information as he finishes getting dressed. You flip it shut, holding it out to him as he finishes buttoning up his shirt. “Consider this my glass slipper.”
SUMMARY: After going toe to toe with Nestor, you get intel from an unexpected source.
WARNINGS: 18+ only; oral sex; 2.3k words
AUTHOR’S NOTE: buckle up, folks.
You crawl out of bed, not bothering to change, and creep out of your room to see who is around. Somehow, you are not surprised to see Nestor sitting on the couch with a paper, sipping a coffee.
“Any of that left?”
He raises his eyebrows. “I thought you didn’t drink coffee?”
You wave your hand. “Desperate times and all that.” You grab a mug off the hanger, emptying the rest of the pot into your mug before refilling it and starting a new one. You only have about half a mug but you take a deep breath, tipping it back as you swallow the bitter liquid as it scalds your throat.
“You can try creamer and sugar, maybe you won’t hate it as much.”
You rinse out the mug, face turned up in a grimace, already regretting your choice, knowing everything you eat today will be tainted by the taste. “I’ve tried it all before, just can’t do it.”
SUMMARY: Still waiting to hear about Bishop’s fate, you take comfort in your club.
WARNINGS: 18+ only; food mention; 1.5k words
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Is this one of the most self indulgent things I’ve ever written? Maybe. Tay - I’ll be waiting for you in my DMs.
Eight hours.
Eight hours and you still haven’t heard anything. You move about the room restlessly, throwing yourself from one chair to another, your body refusing to relax enough to get comfortable. You eye your phone on the bed, still in the same spot Tig left it, fighting the urge to reach out to literally anyone because you know everyone will be busy and on edge. Once anyone has information to share, they will reach out to you or Nestor and you will know it.
At some points, you drift off, body falling into exhaustion only to jerk back to consciousness when you feel yourself slipping to sleep. Suddenly the door bursts open and you and Nestor jump to attention, him jerking a pistol from under his jacket, moving to stand in front of you.
SUMMARY: Bishop puts himself between you and danger.
WARNINGS: 18+ only; blood mention, panic attack mention; trauma mention; car accident; 1.9k words
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Y’all remember that post floating around about whether you’d read MCD?
Squealing tires catch your attention as Bishop spins, looking for the cause of the noise. A small SVU comes barreling across the garage, engine roaring as it gains speed.
“That your guy?” Bishop growls, gun already in his hand.
“Don’t think so,” Chibs answers, pulling his own firearm. “Close it!”
The door starts to close, but it’s too slow. You hear a couple pops and some whistling and the glass on the guard booth cracks, but doesn’t break. Bullets, your brain supplies and suddenly, everything is moving in slow motion.
Bishop is yelling, tugging on your arm, but you are frozen in place, a literal deer in the headlights. Bishop lets go of your arm, raising his hands and taking aim at the car, firing off a few shots. It reacts the same way as the guard booth, the glass cracking but not breaking and you frown, tilting your head, wondering why as it gets closer and closer. The headlights are too bright to see who is driving and you know you should move, but you are still glued to your spot on the floor.
A/N: This is written for and dedicated to Cricket and @fandomfaeryreads, but everyone else is welcome to enjoy it too lmao I had no right to have this much fun writing this. I hope it’s what you guys had in mind! xo
A/N: It’s a bear of a chapter, but I’d like to think its worth it. I don’t really know what to put here for this chapter. It’s fuck Miguel Galindo Hours out here, but then again, when is it not?
Pairing(s): Miguel Galindo x Reader, Dad!Miguel x Daughter
Warning(s): fluff
Summary: And just as he always had, Miguel was there with his protective arms around your baby girl.
A/N: Wanted to write something different while I continue my Massimo Torricelli series and I realized I haven’t written for Miguel where he wasn’t an asshole lol, my bad! Enjoy papa bear daddy Galindo.
‘’Miguel, you know she won’t break if you put her down, right?’’ you joked, taking a sip of the first caffeinated Starbucks drink you’ve had in the last 9 months.
Your husband gave you the side eye as he gently rocked your newborn daughter in his strong arms. You smiled at the sight of your powerful, at times even intimidating, husband fawning over something so precious and tiny. Your two most favorite people completely enamored with one another.
‘’Don’t listen to her, bebita. Mommy is just cranky because she’s not the princess anymore,’’ Miguel cooed, grinning as y/d/n gripped his index finger with her tiny hand and let out a series of babbles. You scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes as you settled back into the hospital bed.
‘’Daddy’s just in denial that he has a rude awakening with two girls now,’’ you retorted as he sat down on the side of the pristine white bed. After giving you a loving kiss on your temple both of you smiled down at your little bundle of joy.
‘’No, she’s going to be daddy’s little princess forever.’’
‘’Daddy, I’m scared,’’ your sweet five-year-old girl pouted out her bottom lip as she held onto both of your hands, stopping just shy of the entrance to her new school.
You and Miguel shared a look, with you nodding and stepping back to talk to Nestor as Miguel went into papa bear mode.
‘’Why are you scared, princessa?’’ he asked, kneeling down on the concrete despite the fact that he was wearing his expensive suede pants.
‘’It’s new, daddy. I don’t want to leave you and mommy and Tio Nestor and Abuelita,’’ y/d/n’s big brown eyes were shiny with unshed tears at this point. Miguel sighed, setting her glittery pink backpack to the side as he took her small hands in his.
‘’I know the first day of school can be a little scary, sweetheart. I was scared my first day of class too.’’
‘’No way, Daddy! You’re not afraid of anything!’’ your daughter gasped in disbelief, causing your husband to chuckle.
‘’Well it’s true, nena. I was nervous just like you. But I realized there was nothing to be scared about, I made new friends like Nestor’s big brother. I had fun at recess and learned all sorts of cool things, I even met your mommy when I went to big-kid school,’’ he grinned.
‘’Really?’’ your daughter seemed more at ease, smiling and wiping away her tears.
‘’Really, really. I promise you’ll have fun, y/d/n and daddy never breaks his promises,’’ he held his large pinky up to the delight of your little girl who quickly returned the favor.
‘’Kiss,’’ she ordered and giggled when Miguel covered her chubby cheeks in kisses and held her in his arms.
‘’I love you, princess.’’
‘’I love you too, daddy.’’
As your daughter waved to the two of you from doorway of her new classroom, you struggled to hold in your tears until she joined the other children. Miguel simply smiled and kissed your forehead, leading the two of you back to the limo. You rested your head on his shoulder and smiled.
‘’You’re amazing, you know that?’’ you beamed up at your husband.
‘’Gracias mi amor,’’ he kissed you softly. His smile then shifted into a sly, teasing smirk as he whispered in your ear, ‘’you can show me how amazing I am when we get home.’’
‘’WHY THE HELL NOT?!’’
‘’HE IS A BOY, HE IS NOT STAYING THE NIGHT!’’
You sighed, tugging on your silk robe as you headed down the grand staircase of your home. You reluctantly made your way into the kitchen, entering no man’s land as you brewed a fresh cup of coffee. Something told you that you were definitely going to need it.
‘’You’re such a dictator! Mom!’’ your angsty teenage daughter shrieked, throwing her hands in the air the same way you did when you were upset.
‘’Don’t talk to your father like that, y/d/n. Now what is this all about it’s not even 8 o’clock yet…and it’s a Sunday!’’
‘’Dad won’t let my friend stay the night and we have a project due together on Tuesday,’’ your daughter pouted, giving Miguel the infamous Galindo stare.
Miguel clenched his jaw, running a hand over his face as he struggled not to get hot coffee on his crisp suit.
‘’He’s a boy, y/d/n! Do you think I’m stupid??’’
‘’You really don’t want me to answer that!’’
‘’ENOUGH!’’ you barked, slamming your coffee mug onto the granite counter. Both your daughter and husband tensed up and looked up at you. Before they could open their mouths in protest you held a hand up.
‘’I don’t want to hear it. When you both have calmed down then we can work something out.’’
Your daughter let out a huff that resembled a baby elephant and stomped her way back into the room, slamming the door shut for a dramatic flare. You just scoffed and smirked, turning to face your husband.
He huffed, rubbing his temples as you wrapped your arms around him from behind.
‘’This is your fault, she gets it from you, you know,’’ he muttered, placing his hands over yours as he slowly calmed down.
‘’I know, mi amor. I know.’’
‘’She likes this boy…I know she does,’’ he sighed, sagging against you. You quirked a brow.
‘’How do you know?’’
‘’I read her diary.’’
‘’Miguel!’’
‘’Y/n!’’ he mocked, turning to face you and cup the side of your face. You smiled up at him, grinning as he leaned down and kissed your lips.
‘’I love you.’’
‘’I love you too.’’
‘’Tell me it’ll get better.’’
‘’It’ll get better, Mikey. We’ve got this,’’ you held up your pinky, to which Miguel laughed and wrapped his own around yours and sealed the promise with another kiss.
Miguel was currently downstairs, looking over the blueprints that Nestor had dropped off on the latest warehouse building that he was overseeing. You had gone to bed about an hour ago and your daughter was out galivanting with her boyfriend and Miguel was enjoying a night of silence. He sighed, settling into his favorite lounge chair with a glass of scotch in his hand.
SLAM.
He sighed, ready to lecture y/d/n for slamming doors at such a late hour when he froze. Your daughter currently had her hands over her face, sniffling as the mascara ran down her cheeks.
‘’Y/d/n?’’ Miguel was immediately up, the blueprints easily cast aside as he walked over to ensure she wasn’t hurt.
The look your daughter gave him broke his heart. His strong, sassy, moody baby girl was completely broken as she cried.
‘’D-dad,’’ she whimpered, collapsing into his chest. His strong arms immediately embraced her and held her close.
‘’What happened?’’ he asked, panic and rage filing his entire body. Whoever hurt his princess was going to pay.
‘’H-he cheated on me, dad. I’m so s-stupid,’’ she sobbed against his chest. Miguel physically felt his heart break at the sound of his daughter crying. He never wanted her to feel this pain, he and you did everything in your power to shelter her from this pain, but a parent could only do so much.
‘’He’s an idiot, y/d/n. Look at me, princessa,’’ Miguel cradled your daughters face as she looked up at him with big tears in her doe eyes.
‘’You are the most beautiful girl in the world, aside from your mother. If he can’t see that, then he’s the one who lost out, not you. I love you, bebita,’’ his words seemed to comfort her as she nodded and cried into his chest.
You slowly crept down the stairs, woken up by the sound of your daughter crying. And just as Miguel always had, he had his arms wrapped around your baby girl. You smiled sadly and when your daughter finally noticed your presence, she cried to you as well.
When the two of you had gotten y/d/n to calm down and fall asleep you and Miguel sighed, sitting next to one another at the bottom of the stairs; hand in hand.
‘’I’m going to kill him,’’ Miguel murmured as you stroked his massive hand with your thumb.
‘’No,’’ you response made him sit up immediately, brows furrowed in anger and annoyance.
You held up your pinky finger.
‘’If we kill him, we do it together.’’
Miguel smiled and nodded his head, entwining his pinky with yours and sealed the promise with a kiss.
