Summary: (Name) is Tranq’s adopted daughter. No man let alone Mayan has ever been good enough for her. Which is fine, she accepts it. Until a new prospect makes her heart skip a beat or ten.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): light angst, mutual pining, Bottles being a cutie
Word Count: 830
A/N: I just wanna squish this adorable dork. Bottles is precious.
Sitting curled up on a couch in the Mayans clubhouse was the way that (Name) spent most of her afternoons. Being the adopted daughter of a member granted her that ‘luxury’. Tranq was protective of her, and with all the nonsense going on he wanted to keep her close. Keep her safe.
EZ agreed to let her hang around like Bishop had.
Still, she didn’t have any real social life away from the Mayans. And she definitely had nothing resembling a dating life.
That was until the adorably dorky new prospect caught her eye.
Bottles. That’s what everybody called him. On account of the big, thick glasses he wore. They were geeky, but suited him.
She found herself watching him more often than reading or working on her writing. She was a poet at heart. And dreamed of one day publishing a book of her life told in poetry.
From the heartbreaking loss of her parents to her being saved from the system by her father’s best friend Hank Loza, but she’d always called him Uncle Tranq.
She thought she could do it. And Tranq supported her.
Still she was uncertain about sharing her work with the people she knew.
Especially with the subject of her latest work.
She looked up as Bottles walked over to replace her beer. He’d been instructed to keep his eyes (all four of them) on her while most of the fully patched members were taking care of something.
The only full patch who was left at the clubhouse was Guero who loved to give Bottles a hard time. And he’d recently noticed the longing looks that (Name) had been sending the prospects way.
“Thank you,” (Name) said with a smile at the cute young man.
“Anything else you want let me know,” he insisted with a bashful smile.
When he walked away she heard Guero snickering from the chair beside the couch she was lounging on. She looked over her shoulder at the other young man.
“I bet I can think of something you want,” he murmured to her, “And I’m sure he’d be more than willing to give it to you.”
(Name) rolled her eyes and flicked her hand dismissively at him, “¡Cállate!” She hissed.
He just snickered, “Come on, we both know that I know who you’re writing about,” he joked, “And I mean...I may not get it...but he can’t be that dreamy. You just haven’t dated enough.”
(Name) turned to glare at him, his shit eating grin making her cheeks darken. He knew just how to mess with her.
“We’re friends why?” She asked.
“Cause we’re both kids of old school patches,” he said.
“But only one of us is an actual legacy...I’m just a daughter...and no patch has ever been good enough for me,” (Name) said with an unamused laugh.
“Let alone a prospect,” Guero said with another shit eating grin before he got up to answer a call.
“Asshole,” (Name) cursed him under her breath.
He was right...her dad would never approve of Bottles if he didn’t approve of any fully patched member she’d shown interest in in the past. But still, maybe it was because of their more womanizing reputations. She got up with a sigh., walking over to the bar that Bottles was restocking.
She leaned against it and waited for him to notice her.
“Hey, you didn’t have to get up,” Bottles said, “I could have brought you anything you wanted.”
“Take a break,” She said, “What I want is to just talk to someone other than Guero’s dumbass.”
And to get to know you more. She thought before scolding herself.
She could see Bottles blush a bit, “And you wanna talk to me?” He asked.
“Yeah...we haven’t gotten a lot of chances...Uncle Tranq keeps me on a short leash lately and these idiots run the prospects ragged...I swear EZ is worse than anyone about that...I think he got power too soon after the patch…” she said.
Bottles stared at her, “I can’t say anything like that,” he mumbled.
“Duh,” She said with a laugh, “But I can,” she grinned, “Benefits of being just a daughter.”
He shook his head, “I guess.” He said.
“Come on, Bottles, I’m so bored,” she cooed, “You’re supposed to keep an eye on me right...you could do that so much better from the couch while we talk.”
Bottles looked nervously down the hall towards where Gueo had gone to take whatever her call was.
“He’s on the phone with his girl...probably a video chat…” she alluded, “He’s gonna be busy for a little while.”
Finally Bottles gave in and came around the bar. She leaned up and pecked his cheek. Making him blush more.
She was taking a chance. She wanted to live for once. She could make Tranq see reason. At least Bottles didn’t have a reputation with the club girls yet.
Summary: They’ve been through a lot together and Bottles knows (Name) better than anyone. And he uses that to his advantage to pop the question.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): idiots in love, tooth rotting fluff, Bottles being an adorable dork.
Word Count: 1187
A/N: this may or may not be loosely based on my own current habit of saving Monster can tabs. 😅plus Bottles is too adorable!
Tags: @staley83
(Name) has been dating Bottles for almost a year now. They’d grown up next door to each other, best friends from the moment they could walk. Even when they began to drift apart in social groups they stayed good friends outside of that.
When he started prospecting she’d supported him. Making jokes about him being sure she would never beat the ‘trailer trash’ allegation. Dating a biker and all.
He always shot back that her addiction to energy drinks, particularly Monsters, did that better than he ever could.
Their relationship was one of mutual teasing. They gave each other a hard time but always wound up kissing right afterward. When she was around he seemed more confident. Like instead of being a bumbling idiot around the insanely confident girl his dorky ass had managed to bag he was the man she knew he could be.
He was still dorky and soft hearted with her, but that was what she liked about him. How sweet he was with her. She wasn’t used to being treated tenderly, except by him. Everyone else she’d dated or had been interested in her in the past had used or abused her in some way.
But not Bottles.
He treated her like a goddess. Made her feel safe to be vulnerable. She liked that about him. That she could cry and he would do his best to fix what was wrong if he could. He was willing to talk about their relationship. Make plans.
She spent long hours up at the clubhouse as he got nearer to earning his full patch. Because she knew the second that he was a fully patched member he’d be asking her to take the title as his Old Lady, he’d been talking about that a lot. And she was excited for it. It was like one step more in their relationship that she could not wait to take.
—
She’d broken her wrist recently so she hadn’t been up at the clubhouse as much, as it hurt to drive. It had to be her dominant hand too. But a lockdown was called so she had to make her way there. Bottles would be staying behind as the prospect to keep things under control. He knew this was a big responsibility.
The afternoon the guys would be leaving (Name) was sitting in a lawn chair outside reading a book, the clubhouse being too stuffy for her and she enjoyed feeling the sun on her skin. There were a few guys milling around waiting for all the big bosses of the club to finish their private Templo meeting.
She was drinking her usual before lunch Monster and enjoying the moment of peace before all the club members leaving would be rolling out. She sighed as she’d killed the last of her energy drink. Frowning slightly as she looked at the top of the can.
She looked up when she felt a presence she knew beside her. Bottles was clearing up trash again. He held his hand out for her can and she handed it to him. Instead of just crushing it and tossing it like he’d done with the soda and beer cans he was picking up he set the trash bag down, and fiddled with the tab until it popped off easily. She laughed and held out her hand for him to drop it into.
“Your Monster tab, weirdo,” he teased her before continuing his rounds to pick up trash.
“You knew I was like this when you asked me out, dork!” She called back.
“I still swear I wasn’t in my right mind,” he called back.
“Well it’s too late to get rid of me now!” She said laughing.
Not that Bottles would ever want to get rid of her. He was crazy about her.
—
A few days passed, club members coming and going, but their families and loved ones were expected to stay put at the clubhouse. And every day when she finished her Monster, Bottles would come grab the empty can and pop the tab off for her since she couldn’t with her broken wrist. The others had caught on to what he was doing and she’d had to explain she collected the tabs.
It was kinda common to do. She made jewelry and other little art pieces out of them.it was fun. And they came in so many colors it was easy to make something unique out of them every time.
When the lockdown was finally over everyone knew of her weird tab collection.
—
Even after her wrist had healed, and even at home, Bottles kept up the habit of popping the tabs off for her. It almost hurt his feelings if she did it before him. So she just let him keep doing it. It made them both smile. And it had become second nature.
Even the day he got his full patch, having come home that afternoon telling her about a party that night, with his kutte displaying the proper patches proudly. She had kissed him deeply and he’d called her his Old Lady for the first time. She’d smiled widely and kissed him again. She liked it.
He’d brought her back to the clubhouse with him, buzzing with excitement for his new status. Lowest rung on the ladder or not. He was a full patch, not a prospect anymore. She knew it was going to be a late night so she was drinking an extra cup nearby drink for the night. She typically only had one around lunch and it lasted her. But with the late night a party celebrating her man was promising she wanted to be able to be up for most of it.
Everyone was having a good time and it was nice to be able to mingle with the guys who had become her friends and not have her boyfriend…Old Man…behind the bar or doing other bitch work.
When she’d finished her Monster like usual, Bottles had taken the can and popped the tab off. She was engaged in the story that Guero was telling and just held her hand out to Bottles for the tab, like she always did. It was second nature after all. But what he’d dropped into her hand wasn’t the tab.
She jolted and looked into her hand where a simple golden engagement ring sat. She looked at Bottles then, who had the goofiest grin on his face. He’d asked Guero to distract her for him so she wasn’t paying attention when he popped the tab off her can for her. And his plan had worked out perfectly.
“Weird way to pop the question, “ she joked, but there were tears in her eyes.
“Seemed to fit,” he replied, “So, is that a yes?”
“Yes, you idiot, yes,” she said and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply while their new Mayans family cheered for them.
When they pulled apart she let him slip the ring onto her finger, their smiles impossible to fight. She may have liked being called his Old Lady, but couldn’t wait to be called his wife.
