#soaimagines
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Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader
Request: Hey! Can I please request something Can you write one where you’re nervous about having Angels baby but he reassures you? Hope that’s okay Loving your writing
Warnings: language, pregnancy, I think that’s it?
Authors Note: I did this as a headcanon, I hope it’s okay. also loosely inspired by Jane the virgin and the office
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- Angel coming home and being concerned when you don’t greet him at the door like you usually do
- He calls out to you but there’s no answer
- He finds you in the nursery, rummaging through the drawers
- Tiny clothes scattered on the floor around you in various piles
- “Fuck ma, why you not answer me?”
- You ignore him, pulling out a white onesie.
- “What you doing mami?”
- “We don’t have any prem clothes” you sigh, “What are we gonna do if she comes early?”
- “He ain’t coming early mama. Relax.”
- you roll your eyes and continue folding the clothes
- Angel leans on the door frame and watches you
- He notices the length of fabric wrapped around your body
- “The fuck you wearing?”
- “It’s a boba wrap.”
- He just stares at you, mouth open
- “For baby wearing.”
- He tuts and shakes his head.
- “It’s a baby ma, not an accessory.”
- Rolling your eyes is far too common in this relationship
- “Baby wearing has many benefits, actually.”
- Angel watches you waddle over to the rocking chair in the corner of the room
- He notices the way you winced as you sit down
- Your hands cradling your bump
- The bags under your eyes
- “Look, mami, we can get some prem clothes. You don’t need to worry.”
- “It’s not just the clothes, Angel. We don’t have a change table, I haven’t even found a doula yet, I need to sign up for lactation classes, we do-“
- Angel interrupts you
- “Why do you need lactation classes?”
- You scrunch up your face
- “I’ve never had a baby before, I don’t know how to breastfeed! I want to be prepared.”
- “Don’t you just push it out?”
- Is he serious
- “How? How would I push it out?”
- “Shit I dunno,”
- He hunches his shoulders and pushes his chest forward
- “Like this.”
- “Jesus Christ.” You shake your head.
- And maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones
- Or the fact that you’re dating a buffoon
- But tears start welling in your eyes
- Angel notices straight away and he kneels in front of you
- His ringed fingers covering yours as they run over your belly
- “What’s wrong, mi vida?”
- And you tell him
- You tell him you’re scared. Scared of all the things to come
- Cause what if you can’t do this? What if you’re a bad mother?
- Angel watches you in disbelief
- He had been so busy worrying about being a father
- The constant threat of being inadequate at the forefront of his mind
- He had no idea that his own fears mirrored yours
- Because of course you can do this
- “Mama, you’re gonna be amazing. Shit you’re already amazing. Look at this room. All the shit you have for this baby? He doesn’t need it. Especially them shoes. You think he’s gonna walk outta that pussy? Naw. He doesn’t need any of that. He’s got you. You’re all he needs”
- “She.”
- It’s Angels turn to roll his eyes
- “Look I dunno what the fuck I’m doing. I don’t know anything about babies. I don’t know how to be good. But you?”
- “Querida, you’re nothing but good. I been spending all this time thinking I’m not gonna be good enough for this kid. But I know no matter how much I fuck up, this kids gonna be fine. He’s not gonna be a fuck up cause he’s got you.”
- You’re crying, and it’s definitely not the hormones
- You pull him to you and kiss him softly
- “Thank you, Angel.”
- He shrugs and kisses your belly before sitting between your legs
- His head resting on your thigh
- Your fingers running through his hair
- “Hey ma?”
- “Yeah?”
- ….
- “What the fuck is a doula?”
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Request: imagine Jax and Opie being aged 13-14 and going to Chibs for advice on girls
Warnings: language
Authors Note: ive been struggling to write lately and found this request from like two years ago from @evie001 . hope it’s okay and I’m sorry it took me so long! i’ve also used a combined soa taglist from a couple years ago so if you wish to be added or removed from it please let me know ♡
Word Count: 1020
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“Go on.”
“No you go.”
“I can’t even understand him, you do it.”
Chibs rolled his eyes and folded the newpaper he had been reading before tossing it onto the table in front of him.
“What the hell do you two wan’?”
Jax and Opie exchanged a nervous glance before Opie pushed Jax forward.
He stumbled out from their position behind the wall and Jax shot his friend a glare before adjusting his stance and swaggering his way over to Chibs.
Opie followed behind him sheepishly, his eyes darting around the room in hopes that no one else would enter.
“We uh.. we wanted to ask you something.”
Chibs looked between the boys, studying the uncomfortable expression on their youthful faces.
“Well go on, Jackie Boy, spit it out.”
Jax rubbed his neck and brushed his light blond locks out of his face.
“There’s this girl,”
“Ah.” Chibs nodded and removed his reading glasses. “So you’ve come to the master for advice.”
Opie raised an eyebrow at that, with a tilt of his head and he glanced side eyed to Jax. He cleared his throat and nodded.
“What’s her name?”
“Tara.”
Chibs nodded and glanced between the two boys once more.
“Christ, you two aren’t after the same girl, are ye?”
“No, no, I like Donna.” Opie explained.
Chibs let out a breath of relief and leant back in his chair.
“‘Ave a seat, boys, an’ I’ll tell ye all abou’ the language of love.”
The following Tuesday, Jax and Opie stood huddled together on the school field. Last period had been released, and most of the students were headed home.
After much debate, they had agreed that Jax would try out his newly taught skills first.
It hadn’t taken much convincing, Jax had been spending a lot of time at home in front of the mirror and was rather proud of his appearance, even taking extra care to style his hair with some of his mother’s products this morning.
He had even gone the extra mile, dousing himself in his father’s cologne before leaving the house.
His teachers, and most of his class mates, however had been rather unimpressed by this act and had spent most of the day pinching their noses or opening the classroom windows as wide as possible.
Thankfully, the two boys had planned their approach meticulously and by the end of the school day most of the cologne had worn off.
Opie had been laying great ground work, doing something which Chibs had labeled “sticky eyes” in which he made eye contact with his crush, Donna, before looking away. He then glanced back in her direction, as if his eyes were stuck on her, and smiled subtly.
He had practiced his smile in the mirror this morning, but not for long as his father stumbled upon him and had been rather alarmed to find his son grinning like a mad man at his own reflection.
His first attempt at Sticky Eyes was during Chemistry Class, which he found rather fitting and it had been a success, sending Donna into a blushing flurry and knocking various items over. Poor David Hale ended up with a beaker of diluted hydrochloric acid spilt on his trousers and was quickly escorted to the emergency shower, to be on the safe side.
The debacle had Opie questioning his tactics, but a thumbs up from Jax reassured him.
The last bell had finally rung, and the boys had been quick to meet on the edge of the field, knowing that Tara often took this shortcut on her way home.
After mere minutes Opie nudged Jax when he spotted Tara walking out of the corridor, alongside two of her friends. She held a binder in her arms, her backpack slung loosely over her shoulder and she giggled at something her friend said, unaware of the watching eyes.
Taking a deep breath, and reminding himself that confidence was key, he strode forward towards the trio.
“Tara.”
She looked up, a blush immediately rising to her cheeks as her friends watched eagerly.
“Can i have a minute alone with ye, lass?”
Opie watched, a smirk on his face as Taras expression changed to one of confusion but she nodded, ushering her friends to carry on without her.
“What’s up, Jackson?” She asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.
Jax hooked his thumbs into the belt holes of his jeans and took a stance, unaware that the cool composure he was aiming for was failing.
Tara eyes darted down, her confusion only growing by his posture.
“I think there’s somethin’ wrong with me eyes.” Jax said in his best Scottish accent.
Tara, though confused, immediately grew concerned.
“Oh are you okay? Do you need a doctor?”
“I can’t take ‘em off of ye” Jax finished, flashing her a wink.
“What?”
Jax didn’t say anything else, just grinned almost maniacally and winked once more.
“Are you feeling okay, Jax?” Tara whispered. “Why are you talking like that?”
It was his turn to blush now, his confidence faltering for only a moment, but he remembered what Chibs had said, about faking it til you make it.
“Aye, lass. I just think ye dropped somethin’”
“Oh,” Tara glanced around her feet, wondering if it was the maths homework she had received only moments before.
“My jaw.”
Glancing up, Tara was met by another wink and a lopsided grin.
“Jax what is going on? Why are you talking like that? And why is Opie hiding behind that tree?”
Alarmed, Jax turned around just in time to see Opies sniggering face ducking behind the aforementioned tree, which was frankly an awful hiding space considering Opies size.
Jax rubbed his neck and turned his attention back to Tara, whose puzzled face was watching him with raised brows.
He sighed. “I was uh.. I was trying to ask you out.”
“Oh. Oh!” Taras cheeks flushed pink. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
She cleared her throat nervously. “I’d like that.”
Jax smiled widely. “Yeah?”
Tara nodded, a shy smile on her face. “But please don’t talk in that accent.”
He laughed, albeit rather awkwardly but nodded.
“Deal.”
