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Hello my lovelies!!! Here you will find the complete list of my wonderful stories I have posted! I’m so glad I could finally get it all set in one spot!! 💜💜
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Love Me Like You Do **Juice Ortiz/Reader
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Gotta Be Somebody **Angel Reyes/Reader
Hello Luna 😊
I have a request for steve S5 vol 2 and dustins sister reader.
So when Dustin and Steve are in the lab in the upside down and Dustin bugs Steve again about having feelings for Nancy, Steve does not just deny them but in his rage he admits that he is in love with Dustins sister and she overhears it. So when they are all getting ready for the final fight in episode 7 she pulls steve aside and kisses him before confessing her feelings. Saying she had to get it out before their final battle.
Thank you so much ❤️
Hi, anon 😊 I love this request so much! I actually don't think I've ever written a Henderson!reader x Steve fic before, which feels like a crime! I absolutely love this pairing.
I hope you enjoy, and, as always, please show love and support! ❤️✨
Word count: ~2k
Warnings: fluff, Steve and Dustin fighting (S5 accurate)
Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader
🌻 Wildflowers
“Dustin, I sincerely hope you’re right about this place,” you said as you entered the lab. “It’s insanely creepy in here.”
“Will you just shut up and trust me?” Dustin spat.
“Dustin, man she’s got a point,” Steve said firmly. “We’re just following you in here on some random idea of yours with almost no explanation. And direct your sucky personality at me, will you? Your sister hasn’t done anything.”
You, Dustin, Steve, and Nancy had gone to the Hawkins Lab in the Upside Down in hopes of finding some answers about it. Dustin was leading the way, despite being increasingly irritable. You looked over at Nancy, who gave a shrug and sighed. The entire time, you two had been dealing with Dustin and Steve’s constant bickering.
“Whatever, let’s just make a plan,” Dustin said, not even looking at Steve. “Sorry,” he said half-sincerely to you.
“Well, how about Nancy and I go up and you and Steve go down?” you suggested.
“Do you mind if we switch up the groups?” Steve said. “I need some distance.”
“What kind of distance?” Dustin interrupted. “More distance from me or less distance from Nancy?”
“More distance from you,” Steve snapped. “I’m tired of your attitude.”
“Same with yours,” Dustin said.
“Well, look at that, we’re finally agreeing on something!” Steve yelled.
“Calm down, calm down!” Nancy yelled. “Let’s just stick with our original groups and get to work,” she said impatiently. “Y/N and I are going up, you two go down.”
“Will you be able to manage, loverboy?” Dustin said, glaring at Steve, who glared right back.
As you and Nancy walked up the stairs, you could see Dustin and Steve shove each other a bit, bickering quietly. You sighed and looked over at Nancy.
“Don’t worry about them, Y/N, they always figure it out,” she reassured.
“They’ve never fought like this,” you said quietly.
“They’re best friends, they’ll sort it out eventually,” Nancy said. “This’ll be good for them, and even better for us ‘cause we don’t have to hear them complaining,” she chuckled, making you laugh as well.
“We can only hope, Nance,” you said, shaking your head.
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“Nancy, are you sure about this?” you asked. You and Nancy had found the shield, and she was ready to shoot it.
“Positive,” she said confidently, but quickly saw your face. “You want to check with him, don’t you?”
“Dustin’s the smartest kid I know, and something just doesn’t feel right,” you said. “I’m sorry, Nance, but I think we need to triple check.”
“That’s fine! I’ll monitor the situation, and you keep me posted on our walkies.”
You made your way down the stairs, unfortunately led by the sound of Dustin and Steve bickering. You sighed, ready to break it up, but you paused when you heard them clearly.
“You just had to be with Nancy, didn’t you?” Dustin yelled. “That’s all you ever think about! You never think about anyone else besides yourself! Have you ever stopped to think about what she wants? How Johnathan feels seeing you go after her like some pathetic puppy?”
“Will you shut up, Henderson?’ Steve yelled. “I swear, you’re so dumb! Everyone’s always saying ‘Oh, Dustin’s so smart, Dustin’s a genius, Dustin’s the best!’ but you know what, buddy? You’ve been oblivious to what’s been in front of your stupid face the whole time!”
“And what’s that?” Dustin yelled back, getting close to Steve’s face.
“That it’s never been about Nancy!”
“Bull!”
“It never has because you know why, Henderson?”
“Oh, humor me!”
“Because I’m in love with your sister, Einstein!”
“What?”
You tried to mask your gasp as your heart leapt in your chest. You breathed out a soft sigh, your feelings muddling together, trying to navigate your anger with the boys and Steve’s unexpected confession. You crept up the stairs then walked back down, banging a bit on the steps as you made your way down to make your presence obvious. As you entered the room, Dustin and Steve were apart, but their chests were still heaving from their argument.
“Hey, um, Nancy and I found something,” you said awkwardly.
“Great, what is it?” Steve said, breathing shallowly.
“Um, we don’t really know,” you continued. “We wanted you to take a look, Dustin.”
“Is it a dome in the sky?” Dustin asked, making your eyes widen.
“Yes!” you exclaimed. “Do you know what it is?”
“Unfortunately, I do,” Dustin said, lifting a journal. “Please tell me you didn’t do anything to it,” he said desperately.
“No, Nancy was going to shoot it, but I wanted to check with you first,” you explained.
“Oh, thank God!” Dustin said in relief.
“Yeah, at least one Henderson has a brain,” Steve half-mumbled. “Show us, Y/N.”
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As you led the boys upstairs, your mind was going in circles trying to make sense of what you had just heard. Steve had never shown you obvious signs that he liked you, or loved you for that matter. To be honest, you had always thought the same way Dustin did--that Nancy would always be Steve’s first and only love, maybe even his soulmate, if those existed. Sure, you and Steve spent time together and always enjoyed each other’s company, but he never gave any sign of it being more than platonic. But then again, had he? You wracked your brain, trying to figure out how you felt about the situation, about Steve.
Suddenly, memories flooded in as you reminisced about how Steve was when you were both in elementary school. You two would take turns pushing each other on the swings, then you taught him how to pump so you could swing together. You would gather wildflowers out on the playground and put a few in his hair. One day, he asked you to be his girlfriend forever, and you accepted.
In middle school, when everyone was getting a date to the dance, you felt hopeless until Steve stopped by your house with your favorite candy and asked if you’d go with him. That night, you both had your first slow dance and first kiss. It was the most magical moment of your life, and after you went home, you dreamt that it would change everything, but it never did. You were still friends, but it was always just that--friends.
In high school, it felt like you had lost Steve forever. Suddenly, Nancy Wheeler was the object of his affection, and all those late-night talks over pizza and soda when no one cared what the other looked like were gone. Now, Steve couldn’t come over because he had a date. Even after he and Nancy broke up, he didn’t exactly come back to you. He chose Dustin--not that you minded, Dustin needed a friend, but you had always suppressed jealousy. Whenever Steve came over to the house, you’d answer the door and be overjoyed to see him, but it was always to pick up Dustin, not you.
“Y/N? You okay?” Steve asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“What? Yeah, sorry,” you said quickly, trying to act casual. Steve looked at you closely, examining your expression.
“I’m fine, really,” you insisted.
“You know, I don’t believe you,” Steve said, then leaned in close. “I know you better than that,” he whispered, then winked at you.
“You sure do,” you said to yourself. Steve frowned in confusion and looked at you. He hadn’t looked at you like that in a while, and you could have sworn he blushed a bit, but you talked yourself out of it.
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“Alright, everyone get ready. This is it,” Hopper said.
Everyone was preparing for the final battle, gearing up, making final plans, everything. You were prepping some things with Robin, but your mind was elsewhere, reeling from what you heard in the lab.
“You’re distracted,” Robin said quietly with a smile.
“Sorry,” you breathed. You looked up at Steve and sighed. You shook your head and tried to focus back on your work. Robin had followed your gaze and looked at Steve. She chuckled softly then looked back at you.
“Y/N,” she said knowingly. “You should go for it.”
“What are you talking about?” you chuckled, trying to play dumb.
“You. Steve. Staring at each other. All the time,” Robin said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I don’t stare at him!” you defended. “And he certainly doesn’t stare at me.”
“Oh, okay, sure, Y/N,” Robin laughed. “That man can hardly take his eyes off of you. And you do stare at him. A lot,” she said, eyebrows raised. “It’s actually a miracle you two never look at each other at the same time.”
“I don’t know, Rob-”
“Yes, you do, Y/N/N. You’re just scared. And that’s okay, for the record,” she said, taking your hand, “but if there was any time to take a risk, now’s sort of the best time to take one.” She squinted a bit as she smiled, and you nodded slowly. You took a deep breath, and Robin patted your hand encouragingly.
You walked over to Steve, who was talking to Dustin. They seemed happy again, and you smiled softly. You tried not to ruin the moment, but they both noticed you.
“Hey, what’s up?” Dustin asked.
“I, um, I actually need to talk to Steve,” you said awkwardly.
“Oh, okay,” Dustin said as he shrugged. As he walked away, Steve looked at you nervously and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Listen, Y/N, I wanted to apologize to you,” he started. “I’ve been a real jerk to your brother, and it’s just because I’ve been jealous,” he admitted.
“Don’t worry about it,” you said, touching his arm. “You’ve always been a true friend to him, and I appreciate that. Besides, I know a thing or two about jealousy,” you said quietly.
“Aw, come on, Y/N/N, you’ll always be my number one Henderson,” Steve smiled, grabbing your hand and holding it.
“It’s not Dustin I’m jealous of,” you half-whispered. Steve tipped his head to the side and looked at you in confusion.
“Then who?” he asked.
“It’s… complicated-” you started.
“I’m listening,” Steve said softly.
“It’s ridiculous, I shouldn’t-”
“Y/N, please,” Steve said, holding both of your hands now, pulling you closer. “I want to know what’s on your mind.”
Steve looked deeply into your eyes, and you felt your heart beat quicker. Between his secret confession and the current look in his eyes, you felt overwhelmed with emotion. Suddenly, you had your Steve back. You opened your mouth to say something, but your impulses took over, and you broke your hands away from his to hold his face, and you reached up and kissed him, your hands feeling his warm cheeks. He kissed you back, his hand going up to hold one of your cheeks. You felt a tear run down your cheek, but you didn’t know if it was yours or his. As you broke away, Steve’s brow was furrowed, but he had an undeniable look of love on his face.
“Y/N,” he said tenderly. “I-wow,” he breathed as he smiled wide.
“I heard you talking to Dustin when we were in the lab,” you admitted, and Steve’s eyebrows raised in shock. “And I feel the same, Steve. I was so stupid, I was hung up on you and Nancy. But I love you, Steve. I have for a long time. And if we make it out of this alive, I’m totally taking you on a date,” you giggled, and Steve laughed as well.
“Wow,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe it. I love you too, Y/N/N, a lot actually,” he smiled. “Since you used to put wildflowers in my hair. I meant it when I asked you to be my girlfriend forever, you know.”
“Well, what’s taken you so long to ask me again, then?” you smirked.
“I guess Henderson’s right,” Steve shrugged as he chuckled. “I can be pretty stupid sometimes.”
“I think you’re pretty smart, for what it’s worth,” you smiled, kissing him again. “I don’t think my brother could’ve come up with that plan, but I think your best plan was back on that playground” you whispered, giggling.
“Agreed,” he said, kissing you again.
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You were getting drinks for you and Guero when you felt rough hands on your bare hips. Lips smashing against your neck before he was biting down making you moan. Heat once again pulling between your thighs. “Need to taste you again” murmured Guero before he spun you around, strong arms flexing as he tossed you up onto the counter top sending the drinks off to the floor.
Gotta Be Somebody-Part 15
Angel Reyes X Reader
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Y/N
Our two weeks in Puerto Rico were the most amazing of my life. Angel and I hardly left the villa. When we did leave, we explored the area and ate the local foods. We didn’t want it to end, but knew we had to get back to our life in Santa Padre.
When we got back, Angel got back into his routine at the clubhouse and the shop with dad. I got back into my job at the local floral shop. In between orders I was looking at homes for Angel and I, and found a couple that would be perfect for us and set up a walk through.
*Hola Mi Amor. I found a couple of beautiful houses! Can you meet me later to look at them?*
**Hola Corazon. I should be free in a couple of hours. I’ll come pick you up when I’m done?**
*Sounds good, amor.*
A few hours later, Angel was picking me up and we made our way to the homes. The first one was a small little cottage style with two bedrooms and a small backyard. It was in a nice neighborhood about twenty minutes away from both of our jobs. The second one was a more modern home, three bedrooms, a garage with an above apartment, and a big backyard. It was closer to our jobs and just two streets over from both of our dads.
We ended up choosing the modern home. It was perfect for what we both wanted. Angel could have the garage for his bike and the apartment for if any of the guys needed a place to crash. And the backyard was perfect to host parties. We both decided to pay half the cost each so we didn’t feel as if one was doing more than the other.
The next week had us moving in. Dad and the guys from the club were helping us move our things in. Some from my old apartment and things from Filipe’s where Angel stayed. I made sure to have a nice supply of beer for everyone and asked the girls to help me cook for them everyone since they worked so hard to move us in.
I had finally got to sit for a moment and had a beer in my hand. I took a drink and instantly felt sick. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up. I was starting to get worried because it was happening more often and I was afraid I had caught some kind of sickness from out honeymoon.
“(Y/N)? You okay?” Angel’s voice come from outside the door.
I washed my mouth out and opened the door. I gave him a smile. “I’m fine, amor. I think I’m coming down with something from the honeymoon. I’m going to the doctor tomorrow.”
Angel pulled me close and kissed my head. “It’s late. You want to send everyone home?”
I shook my head. “No. I’ll go say goodnight then I’ll head to bed. You can stay up with everyone.”
I went to say goodnight to dad and Filipe and waved at the others and went to bed. The next morning had me waking up sick again. Once I was able, I got ready for the day and headed out to the doctor’s office. Thankfully they were able to get me in pretty quick.
After having blood drawn and peeing in a cup, I sat and waited for the doctor.
“Hello, Mrs. Reyes. I’m Dr. Salvatore. I hear you’ve been sick lately.”
“Yes, ma’am. It started not long after my husband and I come back from honeymooning in Puerto Rico.”
She just smiled as she looked at my chart. “Well, I assure you, you’re not sick like you think.” She took a paper from the chart and handed it to me. “Congratulations. You’re pregnant.”
My mouth fell open and I couldn’t speak. “Pregnant?”
She nodded. “The blood work and urine both confirm it. I’d say with the time frame you’re about four weeks. We can schedule for an ultrasound to confirm how far you are.”
All I could do was nod. She gave me instructions for prenatal vitamins, the lists of things to avoid eating and drinking and an appointment with the OB/GYN in a week to have an ultrasound. I left the office and went back home, wanting to tell Angel in private before we told anyone else.
Once home, I began preparing everything for dinner that night, thoughts of the little life growing inside of me making me more excited. Before I knew it, Angel was walking in the door and I was just about done with dinner.
“Hola, amor. Smells good.” He came behind me and kissed the top of my head.
“Hola, mi amor. It’s almost ready. Go get washed up and we’ll eat.” I kissed him and shooed him away.
I placed everything on the table, the paper with the positive pregnancy just under his utensils so he could see it. We sat, filled our plates and started to eat.
“(Y/N)? What’s this?” Angel asked holding the paper.
“It’s why I’ve been feeling like shit lately.” I said with a small smile.
He opened it and his eyes went wide. “Are you serious?” I nodded. “I’m going to be a dad?” Again, I nodded. “Oh, baby.” Angel come to my side and pulled me up. “I’m so happy. I get to be a dad, with you as mom.”
“I’m happy you’re happy, baby. We go next week for the ultrasound to see how far I actually am.”
“I’m taking off work. I’m going to be by your side through all of it. I won’t miss anything.”
The next week come quickly and we were sitting in the waiting room of the OB/GYN office.
“Reyes.” We stood. “Follow me please.” We were taken to a small room with a screen and the machine. “Before we go the ultrasound, we’ll need to take weight, vitals and blood and urine samples. Once that’s done we’ll see that little one.”
Twenty minutes later, I was laying on my back looking at the screen. My nerves getting the best of me.
“There we go! There is little baby Reyes.” The little speck showed up and I teared up. “Wait a minute. Congratulations mom and dad, there are two baby Reyes in there! See this? This is two separate placenta sacks. Both of them have strong heartbeats.” The sound filled the room and it was overwhelming to say the least. “I’d say you’re about four and a half weeks. I’d say around mid August, if not sooner, we’ll be having twins.”
After printing out photos and making appointment arrangements, Angel and I left. The shock of being told we’re having twins is still fresh. Once we got home, we celebrated in our own way.
Four weeks later had us at our next appointment. We done another ultrasound and you could see both babies better. I was three months along and doing great. We decided it was time to tell everyone. We called everyone to meet us at the clubhouse from all over. Once everyone was gathered, we called dad and Filipe to us and announced they would be grandfathers. Dad, unashamed, began crying and held me. He couldn’t stop looking at the pictures. Everyone congratulated us, then throwing a huge party.
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Angel
“What’s the craving this time?” Deidre asked as I walked into the little 24 hour store.
“Hot Cheetos and chocolate ice cream.” I said as I shook my head. I grabbed a few bags of the chips and a gallon of the ice cream.
“Not the craziest craving I’ve ever heard of.” She laughed. “How much longer?”
“Within the next few weeks. Doc put her on bed rest until it’s time. She was doing too much and wouldn’t let us help. She’s lucky she’s still carrying.”
“Well I’m glad she is. You tell her to take it easy.” Deidre handed me my change and the bag and I gave her a nod.
Back home, I walked in and heard the bath water running. I put (Y/N)’s snacks away and went to check on her.
“Mi amor. Are you okay?” I asked as soon as I walked in the bathroom and seen her laid back in the giant tub.
“Yeah. I started hurting and though if I relaxed in a warm bath they would settle down. It’s not helping yet.” She was taking deep breaths and exhaling to steady herself.
I knelt down and began to rub gently on her stomach and her lower back. I could feel the babies moving around as I did. I turned off the water and sat with her for as long as she needed.
“Babe, the pain’s getting closer together. I think we may need to go to the hospital. I want to be safe and know it’s nothing than not go and it be something.”
“Okay, corazon. Let’s get you out and dried off. Then we’ll dress and I’ll get you there.”
I helped her out and dried and into something comfortable. I helped her out to the car and off to the hospital. Her pain was increasing so I sped faster to get there.
We got there and I ran inside to get a nurse to come out and help us. We got (Y/N) into a wheelchair and into a room. They got her hooked up and took her vitals.
“Well Mrs. Reyes, it looks like you’re in active labor. It could take awhile, but you should try and get comfortable. Your doctor will be here soon.” The nurse said as she finished the IV hookup.
“I’ll call pops and Bish. Let them know. Get Guero to go by the house and get your bags since he’s closer.” I kissed her head and walked out to make my calls. I also called Emily to let her know so (Y/N) could have her here for support.
Within the next hour everyone was in the waiting room, Emily in the room with us. Within the next two, baby cries could be heard all the way there. I went to let everyone know they were here and they could come see (Y/N) and the babies.
(Y/N) smiled as everyone gathered in. She was holding both babies in her arms. “We have a boy and a girl. Meet Marisol Emilia and Aidan Ignacio.”
Pops and Bish started crying hearing their names. They each took a grandchild and held them. I sat next to my beautiful wife and couldn’t help but smile at our family.
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Sooooo sorry this part took soooo long to put out! Life has been lifin lately!!! Well, this is it my fine friends! I hope you’ve enjoyed this little tidbit from my brain!!! Thank you everyone who has loved it!!💜
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Gotta Be Somebody- Part 14
Angel Reyes X Reader
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Angel
I stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom fixing my hair and straightening my shirt, nerves running wild in me.
“Nervous, son?”
I looked up in the mirror to see pops at the door. I nodded at him. He chuckled as he walked further into the room.
He put a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t be. It happens when you find the right one. Your nerves going haywire on your wedding day is a sign of good things to come.”
“What if I screw it all up, pop? She’s everything to me. I don’t want to fuck this up.” My voice low.
“Son, if there’s one thing your mom and I knew from the time you were a kid is this. When you love something, you love with all you got. We knew one day you’d find a woman who would give you a run for your money. (Y/N) does that. You won’t fuck it up with her. Just remember this, always listen to her, love her fiercely and never go to bed angry. Never walk away from her when she’s in a bad mood. Find a way to get her out of it. If you fuck up, tell her you’re sorry. She loves you, Angel. I can see it. She reminds me of your mother with the way she looks at you. Your mom would be proud of the man you are and she would adore (Y/N).”
I smiled. “Yeah. Mom would love her. Thanks, pop.”
“I’ve got something for you.” He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a ring. “It was your mother’s. I had it cleaned and added to. She’d want you to have it.”
Tears hit my eyes when he gave it to me. He pulled me in for a hug and patted my back.
“Come on. Let’s go get you hitched son.”
I laughed as we walked out of the room. As we walked out to the back I was speechless. (Y/N) had decorated everything in both of our favorite colors and it was a perfect scene overlooking the valley.
The guys began to arrive and we all stood around and talked until Emily walked up.
“It’s time. In a few minutes we’ll start the ceremony. Angel, she asked me to tell you to stay facing away from her until I get down the aisle. I’ll let you know when to turn around.” She smiled.
I nodded. “Whatever she wants.”
She nodded and everyone got to their seats. What felt like hours before the music started was actually just a few minutes. I stood staring out at the valley. The sun had just started to set, making the area glow in a warm orange light.
When Pop and Emily walked up and took their sides, my heart pounded. I looked over at Emily who gave me a smile and nod. I turned around and instantly my breath was gone. Standing on the small hill leading up from where I was was the most beautiful sight I’d have ever seen.
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Y/N
I stood watching out the window at everyone mingling around until it was time to start. My heart pounded and my nerves started going haywire.
“(Y/N), your dad is ready. Are you ready?” Emily asked from the doorway.
I nodded. “Yeah. Did you tell Angel what I asked?”
“I did. He said whatever you want.” She chuckled.
“Sounds like him.” I took a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
I grabbed my flowers and walked out to meet dad at the entrance hall.
“You clean up nice, old man.”
He turned and instantly tears filled his eyes. “Baby, you look beautiful.”
I smiled. “Thanks, papa.”
He pulled me in and put his forehead to mine. “I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t know he’d take care of you. You know that, right?”
“Yeah. I know.”
“That man went through hell when you were gone. I seen the look in his eye when he finally was able to see you again. He loves you, and I know he’ll make sure you always know it.”
“You’re going to ruin my makeup, dad.” I said as I gently swiped a tear away.
He grabbed my face gently with his hands and kissed my forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Let’s do this.” He held his arm out for me to take. I wrapped my hand around his arm and he led me outside.
When we got to the top of the hill I nodded to Emily. When Angel turned around my heart went haywire. He looked amazing in his pressed shirt and jeans, vest sitting proudly on top. Our eyes locked and stayed that way all the way down. When we got to the bottom, dad held my hand on his arm.
Marcus was an officiant and decided to do the honors for us. “Who gives this woman away today?”
“I do, proudly.” He took my hand and kissed it, kissed my head and put my hand in Angel’s.
“You’re beautiful.” Angel whispered to me.
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
“We’re gathered here today, to bring together two people before God and their loved ones in a union that’s unlike any other.” Marcus began. “Angel and (Y/N) have come together to unify their bond in love and strength. I understand they have wrote something of their own for today. (Y/N)?”
I nodded and took a deep breath. “When I first met you at the clubhouse, and you readily agreed to help me with my bike, I didn’t know then how much that you’d be the biggest part of my life. From that day we have been inseparable. My favorite part of the day was throwing cheesy good morning quotes at each other when we’d have breakfast. Then I was made an offer that to me, I couldn’t turn down. You had become my best friend and I couldn’t let someone take you away from me. Those nights spent out in the desert were the hardest because I couldn’t stop thinking about you and our nights we’d spend together, just having a beer and talking about anything and everything. When I come back and I looked at you, my world was whole again, and I knew at that moment I loved you.”
I took a shuddering breath, trying not to cry. “I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you, seeing where the roads take us, and waking up next to you knowing it’ll be forever.”
Angel wiped the back of his hand across his eyes and smirked. “Guess it’s my turn. Um, where do I even start, mi amor? When we met, I was scared shitless. Not only were you the most beautiful woman I’d have ever seen, but because you’re Bish’s daughter and I knew if I tried anything he’d have my head.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that, so did the others.
“You quickly turned into my best friend, someone who I knew would always be there. When you left, it tore me up because I couldn’t see you or talk to you every day. I lived to hear how you were those few times. I started to realize that how I was feeling was because I’m madly in love with you. And I didn’t care if your dad knew. But he did, and he accepted it. I’m still in shock that you chose someone like me to be your somebody, but I thank God every day you did. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”
“Now, it’s time to place the rings on the hand, symbolizing the forever love and commitment.” Marcus nodded to Emily and Filipe to hand the rings to us.
“Do you (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) Losa take Angel Ignacio Reyes to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold forever, to love and cherish, through sickness and health, through the good times and the bad as long as you live?”
“I do.” I replied as I slipped the ring into his finger.
“And do you, Angel Ignacio Reyes take (Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) Losa to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold forever, to live and cherish, through sickness and health, through good times and the bad as long as you live?”
“I do.” He replied as he slipped the ring onto my finger.
“It is with great honor and my pleasure to now announce you, husband and wife. Angel, you may now kiss the bride.”
Angel smiled as he grabbed my face and kissed me with all the passion and love he could put into it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back just as passionately. Cheers went up all around us. We faced everyone and began our walk back to the waiting area before the reception.
Once inside, Angel pulled me flush to him and kissed me again.
“You are absolutely stunning corazon. Driving me crazy.”
“You look pretty good yourself mi amor.” I kissed him back.
After a few minutes, Emily come to get us to take us to the reception. We were introduced and then the party began. Everyone cut loose and had fun. We cut the cake, had our dance to “Gotta Be Somebody” and had emotional speeches from the guys.
After a few hours, I went to change and met Angel back at the front. Miguel surprised us with a two week honeymoon to Puerto Rico that I was dying to get to. Everyone lined the driveway to see us off.
I tossed my bouquet, to which Guero caught, much amusement on my part. We loaded into the car and the driver took us to the airport and to Miguel’s private jet.
“Next stop, the honeymoon of our lives.” Angel said as we took our seats.
“And I can’t wait.” I said, leaning in and kissing him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I’m so sorry it’s been so long!!!! Life has kicked my ass lately but I’m back and stronger than ever! I’ve got one possibly two more parts left to our lovely story!!! I hope y’all have enjoyed this wild ride!!!
@ravennaortiz @spnaquakindgdom @tinyshyteacup @staley83 @meera10 @lilac-tea-time
Hello you beautiful writer!😍 I’m so excited for Kinktober!!! There’s sooo many good ones!! I’ll be back multiple times for many sneaky peeks!! Can I pretty please start with 146 please??🥹 that one sounds interesting 😏
Thank you lovey!💜
Hello you gorgeous soul! 💜 it's going to be so much fun!!!!! 🧡😈 lol I'll be here to supply the sneek peeks! Why of course love! 🧡🤗
Opie moaned as your teeth slid into his shoulder as you pinned him to the ground with a snarl. Grabbing onto your fur he tugged gently making you whine before letting go and stepping back.
With a wolf ish grin you turned around and lifted your tail
🥵 ohh it’s gonna be a good one!
Hello my lovely!! I’ve been away far too long!😭 may I please have a request for the bingo with my beautiful long haired biker Opie & #19 please?? Thank you love!
Hello love! 💜 so happy to see you back!!!!!! 💜🤗
Why of course you cN have opie with prompt why is it so hot in here? Fan and ac broke. What? How? I shot them.....long story
This is gonna be a good one!
This is what makes me happy!!!😍 those colors and that scenery
Tw: cussing, tooth rotting fluff
Part 21
A Charming Detour - Part 22
His heart was pounding in his chest, and his hands were sweaty, and he knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn't fucking help it.
Juice’s brain decided to just malfunction.
He saw you standing in the kitchen, your back turned, casually reaching for a mug in the cabinet.
Okay.
Breathe. Just—tell her the plan.
“Hey, babe—uh, so, I was thinking—”
You turned around, looking at him with that sweet, soft expression, and Juice panicked.
“I mean—fuck, okay, don’t—don’t say anything yet,” he rushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just—just hear me out, okay?”
You blinked.
Juice kept rambling.
“So, like, I know we didn’t really do the whole, uh, dating thing—’cause, y’know, fake marriage, then—then feelings, which is totally ass-backwards, but, uh—” He let out a breathy, nervous laugh. “Whatever, that’s not the point.”
You tilted your head slightly, listening, which only made him more anxious.
“Like, an actual date. No club shit, no favors, no—none of the fake stuff. Just—me and you. I, uh—tonight” he blurted.
You blinked again.
Juice swallowed hard.
“So?” he asked, voice cracking slightly.
There was a pause.
Then—
Your lips parted slightly, a flicker of hesitation crossing your face before you spoke.
“Juice… we have work tomorrow.”
Juice froze.
His stomach plummeted.
Fuck.
Juice stared at you for a second, scrambling to process.
Because—
Fuck, he didn’t even think about work.
He was too busy being a lovesick moron to remember that you both had responsibilities.
“I mean,” you continued, biting your lip, “I’d love to, but I don’t think a late night out is a great idea.”
Juice felt something in his chest sink—but before he could get too deep into his own disappointment, you took a step closer.
“But…” You smiled softly, looking up at him. “How about takeout and video games?”
Juice blinked.
You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a little shy now. “It’s not a date-date, but… it’s still just us, right?”
Juice’s brain stalled.
Because holy shit.
That was—
That was even better.
"We could save your idea though, until the weekend ?" You said, hopefully
Juice had spent the whole day stressing about where to take you, how to impress you, what the perfect first date should be.
But the truth was—
You didn’t need some big, extravagant night out.
You just wanted him.
His shoulders slumped in relief, and a huge grin spread across his face.
“Babe,” he exhaled. “That’s—fuck, that’s perfect.”
You giggled softly. “Yeah?”
Juice nodded quickly. “Yeah.”
Because nothing—nothing—sounded better than a night on the couch, eating shitty takeout and kicking your ass in video games.
Or, more likely, you kicking his ass—but whatever. He’d take it.
The smell of greasy fries and takeout containers filled the living room as Juice flopped onto the couch beside you, controller in hand.
“Alright, baby,” he said, nudging you playfully. “Hope you’re ready to lose.”
You let out a huff, curling up beside him. “Oh, please. I’m way better than you.”
Juice snorted. “Oh, now you talk shit? Alright. Let’s go.”
The game loaded, and you both settled into a comfortable rhythm—laughing, teasing, stealing each other’s food between rounds.
And Juice—
Juice couldn’t stop staring at you.
Because you looked so happy.
So at ease.
And this was actually real.
He felt something warm spread through his chest.
Juice was not cool.
He knew that.
But fuck, he was trying.
It started when you leaned over to grab a fry from his container—totally stealing his food, but he couldn’t even be mad because your sweater slipped off your shoulder a little, and it was so distracting.
Juice’s brain short-circuited.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath before he could stop himself.
You paused, blinking at him mid-bite. “What?”
Juice froze.
Shit.
Uh. Say something smooth. Say something—
“Your—your, uh—” He gestured vaguely at your shoulder, floundering. “It’s—uh, you’re—”
You glanced down in confusion, then tilted your head. “Juice, what are you saying?”
Juice panicked.
“Your skin,” he blurted, way too loud. “I mean—it’s, uh, soft.”
There was a beat of silence.
You stared at him.
Juice stared back.
Oh my god.
What the fuck did he just say?
Your lips twitched, and then—
You burst into laughter.
Juice groaned, dropping his face into his hands. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered.
“I—” You wheezed, clutching your stomach. “My skin?”
“Shut up,” Juice whined. “It was supposed to be a compliment!”
“I mean—thank you?” you giggled, still watching him struggle. “That’s so—God, you’re adorable.”
Juice died inside.
A little later, you were curled up against him, casually scrolling through something on your phone while Juice tried to act normal on 1V1 mode.
Which was hard.
Because every time you shifted, every time your leg brushed against his, every time you tucked yourself a little closer to him—
Juice had to remind himself how to breathe.
But then—then he had an idea.
He saw an opening.
You stretched, arms lifting above your head, letting out a soft little sigh—
And Juice, in a very brave (and totally not well-thought-out) moment, decided to pull you back down against him.
Smooth. Casual. Effortless.
Or at least—
That was the plan.
What actually happened was—
He miscalculated horribly.
His arm yanked too hard, and instead of a cute, flirty moment—
You yelped and practically toppled into his lap.
Juice panicked.
“Shit—fuck—sorry, babe, I—”
You blinked up at him, stunned, your hands gripping his shirt.
Juice’s brain blue-screened.
Because—because you were so close.
Your nose nearly brushed his, your wide eyes looking up at him, your lips right there, and—
Juice forgot how to function.
“Uh.”
Silence.
You tilted your head, face crimson.
Juice swallowed.
And then you—
You just settled.
"This ok Juice?" You ask in that soft little voice.
Like it didn’t completely ruin him.
Juice nodded and barely managed to keep his brain from exploding.
Later, Juice was mindlessly playing with your fingers, tracing circles on your palm while you rested against his chest.
It was so easy to just be with you.
So easy that—
He kind of forgot to keep his mouth shut.
“You know I'm pretty sure I'm in love you.” he murmured absently.
Silence.
Juice blinked.
Then froze, realised what he said.
Then panicked.
Oh.
Oh fuck.
His heart stopped.
He did not just—
Slowly—very slowly—you shifted agasint him.
Juice stared at you, horrified.
He panicked.
“I mean—fuck,” he rushed, voice cracking. “I mean, like—not—not in, like, a weird way, just in a—I mean, not that it’d be weird if I did, but I just—” He wheezed. “Oh my god, kill me.”
Juice stared at the ceiling, heart racing.
He was so fucked.
Then—
He dared to look down.
Your eyelashes fanned your cheeks.
Your fist was curled up under your cheek.
Breathing even.
Holy shit.
You
You where asleep.
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
And Juice?
He was freaking out.
Not in a bad way.
Just in a holy shit, I get to hold her kind of way.
For a long moment, he just stared at you, heart hammering against his ribs.
Your cheek was pressed against his shirt now, your fingers loosely curled against his chest. You looked so peaceful like this, so soft and warm and—
Fuck, he was in trouble.
Carefully—so carefully—he shifted, easing an arm beneath your legs before scooping you up entirely.
And immediately—
You whined in your sleep, instinctively burying your face against his throat.
Juice’s entire brain blue-screened.
His arms locked up, breath catching as your nose nudged against his skin, warm and trusting and—
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath.
This was dangerous.
Juice wasn’t sure what made him do it.
Maybe it was the way you sighed when he tucked you under the covers.
Maybe it was the way you rolled towards him instinctively, like even in your sleep, you wanted to be close to him.
Or maybe—
Maybe it was just the fact that you were his now, and for the first time, he didn’t have to pretend this whole thing was fake.
Either way—
He hesitated for way too long.
He was so used to trying to keep space between you in bed. You’d slept next to each other a bunch of times before, but always with a boundary—a line neither of he had never crossed.
But now?
Now, you were actually dating.
Now, he had every right to reach for you.
Right?
And the second he did—
You melted against him.
Juice sucked in a sharp breath as your body pressed flush against his, tucking yourself right under his chin like it was natural.
And it was.
Too natural.
Too easy.
Too perfect.
Juice’s throat went dry, heart pounding as he let his arms wrap around you fully, drawing you closer.
And the worst part?
You sighed in your sleep, nuzzling into his chest like you belonged there.
Juice was the human embodiment of a dial tone.
Juice tried to be smooth.
He really did.
But the thing was—
His brain stopped working whenever you were this close.
It started with his fingers lightly tracing up and down your back—innocent, just casual, nothing weird.
And then, in a very bold move, he tipped his head just slightly so his lips brushed your hair.
Soft.
You shifted at the touch, stirring just enough to murmur, “Mm… Juice?”
Juice froze.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
Abort. Abort.
“Uh—nothing, baby,” he rushed, way too guilty. “Go back to sleep.”
You hummed sleepily, eyes barely open. “Y’sure?”
“Yeah,” he choked out. “I was just—uh—” He scrambled for an excuse. “You—you smell nice.”
Silence.
Then—
Your lips twitched.
Juice panicked.
Oh no.
You were fully awake now.
And you were grinning.
Juice groaned, immediately hiding his face in your shoulder. “Oh my god.”
You giggled. “I smell nice?”
“Shut up,” he whined.
You giggled harder.
You were warm.
That was the problem.
You were all soft limbs and gentle touches, your fingers absentmindedly brushing along his wrist, his arms and fuck—Juice was so gone for you.
“I like this,” you murmured sleepily.
Juice swallowed. “Yeah?”
You nodded against his chest. “Feels… safe.”
Something in his chest ached.
His arms tightened around you without thinking, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pressed a slow, almost reverent kiss to the top of your head.
“I got you, baby,” he murmured before he could stop himself. “Always.”
You hummed softly, completely at ease, and Juice—
Juice realized too late what he’d just said.
Oh shit.
Oh, shit.
His heart stopped.
Did you hear that?
Was it too much.
Did you—did you realize—
But no—your breathing had already evened out again, your body loose and trusting against his.
Juice exhaled.
He was so in trouble
Oh I hope there’s sooo much more to this!!! 💜💜💜💜
“Im pretty sure your mom hates me.” with jax please
˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; mothers judgement (jax teller x fem!reader)
˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; “Im pretty sure your mom hates me.” — from fluffy prompts
˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; established relationship, gemma not being readers biggest fan, jax sharing his feelings, they kinda talk about having kids (it got away from me, my bad😣☝️), but that’s it i think? (792 words)
˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; i’m actually so sorry for being such an unreliable writer
— thank you for celebrating with me || submissions are now closed!!
REBLOG if you are old enough to remember what a VCR is.
Yeah…I’m that old..
February 2025 Bingo Masterlist
Here is the final board! As a reminder all stories will be posted in February! I will make sure everyone gets tagged in their respective requests and of course go by the tag list on here and google docs. Let me know if you have questions! Schedule below!
2/1 A: Double Date with Chibs
2/1 B: Double Date with Coco
2/2 A: The Advent with Juice
2/2 B: The Calendar with Angel
2/3 A: We broke up with Bishop
2/3 B: We broke up with Chibs
2/4 A: A Box of Chocolates with Tig
2/4 B: A Box of Chocolates with Chibs
2/5: Crashed Your Date? My Bad with Coco
2/6: If we were dating with Chibs
2/7: Our First Valentines with Jax
2/8: Take Two with Bishop
2/9: Pictures with Chibs
2/10: Sooo... with Tig
2/11 A: Love Letter with Bishop
2/11 B: Love Letter with Chibs
2/12 Snow Moon with Juice
2/13:Assumed (You Knew)with Juice
2/14: Choose your own Adventure- Valentines Day with Each of the guys
2/15:Marry Her with Chibs
2/16:Sick with Jax
2/17 A : Drunken Love with Happy
2/17 B: Drunken Love with Bottles
2/18: Why? with Gilly
2/19 A: Are you dating? with Ratboy
2/19B: Daddy Daughter Valentines Day with Opie
2/20: Flowers with Bottles
2/21 A: Secret Admirer with Creeper
2/21 B: Secret Admirer with Half-Sack
2/22:An Accidental Marriage with Coco
2/23 A: Its not much with Tig
2/23 B: Its not much with Bottles
2/24 A: Slow with Happy
2/24 B: Slow with Bottles
2/25 A: Playing Cupid with Jax
2/25 B: Playing Cupid with Half-Sack
2/26: The Heart Shaped Bed with Kozik
2/27: Announcement with Chibs
2/28: Me or Chocolate? with Guero
All good things must come to an end......I hope you all enjoyed the February Bingo! Thank you to everyone who has liked, commented and rebloged!
What a spicy 🌶️ February it was!!!🥵🥵
2/26: Of course the only bed is heart shaped with Kozik requested by @mischiefnevermanaged89-blog As always 18+
“Awww, this is cute” you stated as Kozik held the hotel door open for you as he laughed. Of course you would be seeing this in a positive light. “It is!” you exclaimed as you looked at him over your shoulder as you dropped your bag on the heart shaped couch as you kicked your shoes off padding barefoot across the plush red carpet as you looked around.
Ooohhhh weeeeee!!! 🥵
*Slams open the swinging door to the kitchen*
I need a BIG CUP of coffee please!?!?
Opie saving reader from an abusive relationship possibly?🥹🥹
Thank you!!! 💜
* the slamming of the swinging door is killing me lol* I cab get you a big cup of coffee dear no worries!
Opie usually kept his mouth shut when he observed a couple having an argument but when the guy spun around and you jumped back he was moving down the aisle of the gas station
Your face was already a mix of bruises and your eyes shined with tears as your eyes met over the guy you were with shoulder
When the guy turned he was met with Opies fist that sent him flying to the ground at your feet.
"Do you need help getting somewhere safe?" Asked Opie gently as he turned his attention from the man growing on the floor to you.
"Please" you whispered as you nodded. Relieve flooding through you as you took the giant man's hand and stepped over your ex husband.
Opie listened as you told him about how you had been divorced for a week and he had shown up kidnapping you. You had escaped tonight and made it to the gas station before he caught up.
Well your safe now. He won't bother you anymore. Stated opie as he made a note to ask Happy to stop by and collect your ex husband who was gagged and bound in the dumpster behind the gas station.
Opie. My knight in shining leather😍😍😍
2/18: You crashed my date with Gilly requested by @mischiefnevermanaged89-blog
You were barely listening to your date as he droned on about his life. The man had been talking since he picked you up and hour ago. Barely greeting you before going into his day and then just going from topic to mind numbing topic. You had reached a coupe of conclusions. One that this would be the one and only date he would have with you and two that he must love the sound of his own voice. Though to you it was like nails on a chalk board at this point and you were highly considering excusing yourself to the bathroom and jumping out the window to ditch him.
Hello Loves!
This is the Masterlist for the 2025 February Bingo Choose your own adventure! All stories have a little fluff and a little smut! As always 18+!
Stories will post in small groups all 2/14! So make sure to come back and read the rest!
Angel
Bishop
Bottles
Chibs
Coco
Creeper
EZ
Happy
Jax
Juice
Opie
Tig
Oh my!!! What sweet Valentines dates 🥵🥵
