#coco!self insert

[vrnicky]

Okay so

Made some quick sona references heheh

Cat in the dark: the artist basically, taken!

Coco: the self insert accurately of the artist lol, free to use for self ships, simp attacks, etc!!!

Of course, Nicky is still free to use like Coco! Coco is just a cat monster sona lol

Anyways, that :] @wuilll

[tohruies]

it smells of marshmallows and talcum powder and sugared milk in this part of the store. faintly sweet, in the way babies usually are. and it’s warm, pale starlight through the windows catching on the soft pastels of hanging onesies and plush animals with button eyes, the lull of a music-box from the next aisle down—it all makes your little heart beat a little harder.

you hold up a tiny dandelion-yellow dress to karasu’s hand, marvelling at how it’s no larger than the size of his open palm. “this one’s so cute.” you giggle, bite back a silly, lovestruck smile.

“yeah, it is,” and you realise with the way he gazes at you what it is that he truly finds cute. when he leans in just close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek, reaching past you to place the dress at the top of your near-overflowing cart. “think we’re goin’ a bit overboard?”

“but it’s for the donation drive!” you place your hand on your boyfriend’s arm, shyly making some distance between the two of you.

even after all of this, you still fluster as though it’s your first time.

“mhm.” he follows in tow as you continue down the aisle, his arm reaching blindly for the nearest plushie. “and you sure yer not tryna send me some kinda subliminal message?” 

he reaches out to nuzzle it against your nose and grins, slow, amused, when he recognises the stuffed animal in his hold, “think our baby would like reindeers?”

“our baby?!”

karasu breaks out into a peal of laughter at your bashful response—lips spread wide and eyes squinted shut, in a way that hides his beauty mark beneath his lashes. “what—can’t a man dream a little?” he continues, a little quieter this time, almost offhand, “you’d make a good mom, anyway.”

it’s tucked beneath his teasing; the warmth, the tender ache. he’d always been somewhat afraid of his own heart, but these days, with you, he finds himself reaching for gentleness without a second thought.

your throat tightens and the world in front of you turns glassy. so you do what you do best and smile—lopsided, sincere, cradling that overwhelmed type of joy you feel when you’re with him.

the reindeer stays in your cart.

it’s world health day today!!!!!!! 🍼🧸 the campaign for 2025 is maternal and newborn health—this is how i think karasu and myself would celebrate, if it’s okies to share hehe >v<

[mess-is-where-brain-is]

I just have this mental image, when I see people shipping with a character from same show/game, I have self-ships from, I just image us sitting around in that universe. Hanging out and talking how cool our f/os are.

[seoulmatez]

HSR selfship voice lines :3

SUHILL

About Sua

“Sua? I wouldn’t cross her—she may be small but she sure knows how to swing that scythe. She always shows me a good time when we’re together, causing trouble and wreaking havoc. We’re partners in crime really! What’s not to like about that little spitfire?”

About Boothill

"The cyborg cowboy, eh? He’s a bit brash, a little rough around the edges, but he has his charms. Quite likeable in my opinion. He’s got no filter, other than the obvious one, so I never have to guess what he’s thinking. I like a man who speaks his mind."

About Sua II: Nicknames

“I call her the Grim Reaper. The little lady tends to bring death wherever she goes. Certainly takes the ‘dead’ in wanted dead or alive to heart—well, I suppose I’m the one exception to that. I can only hope that when my time comes, she’ll be the one to show me my end and drag me down to hell!”

About Boothill II: Revenge

"Who wouldn’t hold a grudge after losing their home? Their family? It’s villainous exploitation and the perpetrators deserve to pay for it. Boothill could burn the entire IPC to the ground and I’d watch with a proud smile. A show like that definitely deserves a standing ovation."

DANNON

About Sua

She is certainly talented in her tracking skills… perhaps too talented. She managed to hunt me down upon hearing of Dan Feng’s reincarnation—and has yet to leave me alone since finding me. It seems as though she too cannot let go of the past.

About Dan Heng

I’ll admit, my motivation for meeting the guard of the Astral Express was born of my own selfish desires, though, I don’t regret it at all. I am quite taken with the man Dan Feng has become—although, the gentleman doesn’t seem to feel the same. Maybe I’m coming on too strong?

About Sua II: Galaxy Rangers

I’ve met my fair share of Galaxy Rangers and… they’re a unique bunch. Sua specifically is an enigma. She values pleasure above almost everything else and persistently wears a smile, even when cutting criminals down. The only thing capable of wiping it off her face is seeing the lives on innocents trampled on.

About Dan Heng II: Data Bank

I was truly surprised when he didn’t kick me off the moment he found out I snuck onto the express—even more so when he didn’t deny my request to have a look at the data bank. It’s rather impressive. I wonder if he’s interested inputing some information regarding me…

[selfship-dreamland]

Guess these gals have something in common by saying their own names.

[cozy-writer]

 • Johnny 'Coco' Cruz  • Let me take care of you  •

Summary: You take care of Coco after he comes back home hurt.

Wordcount: 500+

Masterlist

It was a rainy night when you were waiting for Coco to come home to you. He’d been gone on a mission with the Mayans for a couple days now, but had called to let you know he was on his way over. You kept yourself busy by watching TV and cooking dinner, but after that was done, you silently paced the room waiting for him to come home. He hadn’t said anything about being hurt, but you just knew something must be aching. 

You heard the familiar sound of a bike revving and you walked over to the front door to open it. It was dark out, so you had a hard time seeing what he looked out. You waited impatiently in the doorframe for him to come to you. 

Right as he reached you, you opened your arms for him, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. You pulled back way too soon for his liking, but you needed to check him over. He had a gash above his right eyebrow and his eye was dark and purple, his chin had a scrape on it and blood was trickling from a cut on his lip. 

“What happened?” You asked concerned, walking him into your shared house. “Just ran into some trouble.” “Trouble seems to find you anywhere you go.” You sighed. He only shrugged his shoulders. You took a hold of his hand and dragged him to the bathroom, where you made him sit on the toilet. You rummaged through your cabinet and pulled out some gauze and peroxide. 

“Oh not that shit again.” “If you can handle getting hurt, you can handle this.” You assured. You put some of the peroxide on the gauze and pressed the dressing on the gash above his eyebrow, holding Coco’s face with your other hand to keep him from moving away. He hissed loudly at the contact and tried to run from your hands. “Coco, seriously?” You complained. “Sorry, ma. It just stings.” “It’ll be over in a second, besides we do not want those cuts to get infected.” 

He let you take his face in your hands again, while his own roamed over your butt. You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “What? This is my support while you cause me more pain.” You rolled your eyes, he was being so dramatic. “Just let me take care of you.” “I know a way you could take care of me.” He suggested. You shook your head laughing. “Only you would think about sex after getting beat up.” “What? this?” He said, pointing to his face. “That’s nothing.” 

He pulled at your legs so you sat down on his lap, straddling him. You tried to keep his head upright so you could treat his wounds, but his lips had already found their way to your neck, where he sucked softly. “Coco.” You sighed again. “Forget about that,” He said, motioning at the gauze still in your hands. “And let’s have some fun.” 

He stood up, his hands under your ass to carry you away. His lips caught yours as he walked, which then ended up with your back being pressed against different surfaces as he made his way to the bedroom. Finally, he dropped you on the bed and crawled over you, hand roaming over your body. So much for taking care of him.

[misiahasahardname]

the tdd cast have many reasons as to why they signed up to total drama!

[venusdian]

The Black Aesthetic - 003.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

"Being Black isn't an Aesthetic, It's culture."

(This is a mixture of 1st & 3rd POV) - 2.7K Words

omniscient

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Greg hated having Car rider duties. It meant he had to stay until every student was picked up. Sometimes, it could be hours before they were picked up. Luckily, it was also Janine’s week as well. So he wasn’t going to be alone. Janine and Greg were making small talk when they heard King Von’s Went Silly, coming from the Car ride line. They furrowed their eyebrows, trying to find where it was coming from.

It was a white 2023 Audi A4 pulling up.

“That’s a choice.” Janine mutters to Greg. Greg chuckles.

“I feel bad for any kid that has to go home to that.” The driver’s door opens. They expect a young man in their 20s or 30s, dressed in streetwear and maybe wearing a shiesty too. They take a deep breath, knowing they will face a confrontational person as they must ask for ID before releasing the child.

“Should I call security?” Janine worriedly asks. Greg shakes his head.

“Nah, we should be good.” The radio turns off. A foot swung out, and it was Elmo slippers on the person’s feet. They groaned. Even worse, somebody’s ghetto-ass momma, who probably has an expired license.

“Ok, you might have to call security.” Greg worriedly says. The person finally got out of the car, and to his shock, it was Marí, and she looked fine as hell. She wore a Strapless Crème Blouse that accentuated her breasts. Her blouse was tucked in her navy blue pencil Skirt. She had taken off the Navy blue blazer she wore with it. Her hair was in a bun with curly sideburns. She walked up to them.

“Hey, I’m here to pick up Gigi.” Greg was speechless and confused. Janine noticed. She cleared her throat.

“You have your ID?” Marí nods.

“Yeah, Let me go get it.” She returned to her car, and Greg watched as her hips swayed left to right. She opens her car door and leans in the car, Seeing how her butt poked out the door. Greg could feel his pants tightening. Janine tapped him. Greg shakes out his thoughts and looks over at Janine.

“You ok?” Greg hummed.

“Yeah, just tired.” He mutters. Marí walked back over to them and handed her ID to Janine.

“I’ll be back.” She says, going back into the school.

“King Von?” Greg asks as Marí rolls her eyes.

“That’s my nigga. Rest in Peace.” Greg chuckles, shaking his head.

“You’re still the same ol’ Marí.”

“You already know you can’t take the Clinton out of the girl.” Greg bit his bottom lip, with his arms folded, nodding.

“Yeah, you’re right. You lucky it looks good on you.” Greg knew he shouldn’t have said that, but he couldn’t help himself. She blushed, looking down.

“Greg, You better stop.”

“Or else what?” His tone deepens an octave. She looks up at him. Those eyes, he noted to himself. Her brown eyes and that look of desire always made him ready to strip her out of her clothes.

“AUNTIE!!!!” Genesis screams, breaking the sexual tension between the pair. Marí knelt as Genesis ran into her arms. Marí embraced her and smothered her with kisses as Genesis giggled. Greg looked at her, admiring their bond. Greg always thought that the look he gave to Marí and Genesis would be with their own kids.

He thinks about all those late-night talks they had in her bedroom. How they planned to get out of Anslem and move to Washington to start their own family. He would be in education, and she would be doing something lucrative. A career didn’t matter to her. She just wanted to be happy and so did he.

They were each other’s happiness.

“Bye! Mr. Eddie! I’ll see you tomorrow!” Genesis happily says, walking away with Marí. They walked off, and Janine watched his face as they walked off. This worried her. She didn’t want to think that Greg was still in love with Mari, but his actions weren’t helping. When they’re together, her insecurities go away, but as soon as Marí pops up, it’s like Greg forgets all sense and focuses on Marí. Maybe she needs a third perspective on this situation. Maybe, she was worried over nothing.

It’s not like Marí is always going to be around. Right?

Courtney

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I sat at my piano, writing a new song. I’ve always been a singer and songwriter since my days in E.W. I used to write songs while Marí played the piano. I fell out of touch with it when I got older, and Instagram was really getting big. I became an influencer because it was easy money, but now the influencer lifestyle was growing very tiring. I was getting bored with putting a camera on my face and lying about how I use whatever brand that pays the best.

I’m still a party girl, of course! You can’t take the party out of me! But, I really want to want to hone in my craft! See that?! I used Hone, learned that in my daily learn-a-new-word app! I only downloaded the app because I wanted to sharpen my skills when it comes to this writing shit. I don’t want to be another stupid influencer turned musician.

A knock on the door disturbed my craft. I got up and walked over to the door. I looked through the peephole, and it was the man of the hour. Noah Laurier, the man who has been ignoring me for the past few days. I unlocked my door and opened it with a slight attitude cause I wanted him to feel my anger.

“Look, I’m sorry that I’ve been ignoring you. It’s that Alex Crane is working on a comeback tour after having her—” I put my hand up.

“It’s fine,” I muttered. Noah gives me a smile, which is kind of cute, I won’t lie.

Honestly, Between you, me, and god? I’ve always had a crush on Noah. He’s tall, built like a Greek god, and has these beautiful green eyes. AND DO NOT GET ME STARTED WITH HIS VOICE! His voice is like butter, he could read me a sex scene any day! But, I have 1 strict rule and that is to not mix business with pleasure. I do not form any romantic or sexual relationships with people I work with. Honestly, personal too, but Marí broke that rule by offering to be my manager and she did a damn good job at it too!

She gotten me brand deals only big influencers get, like I mean people with over a Million followers, got me invited to events, and had me doing more than just walk-throughs and partying. She made me a viral name. So you know how pissed I was when she took that promotion, but I couldn’t blame her. She went from making 5-figures yearly to 6-figures with the job change.

But I still miss her as my manager. Noah is great, but I don’t feel like he’s listening to my desire to become a musician.

I let Noah in, closing the door behind him. He takes a seat on my White Italian leather sofa. I got that one of my many splurges. It wasn’t in the budget, but I made it fit. I got an earful from my finance advisor, but it was totally worth it! I sit beside him and smile.

“So Alex Crane will be in Town since her producer is here for a family emergency.” I hummed, nodding. I heard about Max is on Fire!’s Mom getting ill. I know Max is Alex Crane’s go-to producer, I’ve been trying to work with him for MONTHS!

“Well, I booked you a studio session with him at around 8:30 PM at Royal Studios.” I gasped.

“YOU DID NOT!” I said, shocked. Noah smiles, giving me a small chuckle.

“Yes, you don’t have to worry about the bill. Marí is paying for the Studio time.” I hummed, nodding. This must be Marí’s doing. Which is disappointing, but expected. The one person who truly believes in me isn’t on my team, anymore. It hurts knowing that Marí suggested this and not Noah. I know people think, I’m some ditzy girl who uses my looks to get ahead in life. And—That might be true.

But I’m more than that, and I’m ready to show the world that. Noah looked over at me, and his happy face turned sad. I guess he can pick up the vibes. He places his hand on my thigh.

“Hey, I want to clarify that I’m not putting you on the back burner. I’m unfortunately juggling a lot of other responsibilities as well. When Marí insisted I take over her clients, I didn’t realize how many influential ones I would be handling. These clients are already well-established, and Marí’s role is primarily to ensure everything runs smoothly. I now have to manage both her workload and mine. I hope that once I get the clearance for Alex, I can focus more on you. I know how serious you are about music, and I assure you that we will get you to where you want to be. Please give me some time to prove that I can do this job.”

His sincere words warmed my heart and my pussy too. I wanted to say some out-of-pocket shit. Like, Show me in the bedroom or something cool. But, I needed to control myself. I needed to act professionally.

“Ok, thanks,” I muttered. Noah gets up.

“It’s getting pretty late, I should get going.” I followed.

“Yeah,” I muttered. I did not want that man to leave. We walked to my door and he looked back at me before I opened the door.

“I’ll make sure I call you to remind you.” I smiled and nodded. Whew! His lips look so good. I wanted to sit on them. It was better if I didn’t say anything. I opened the door and Noah left my apartment. I closed the door and turned my back against the door, taking a deep breath. My rose Toy will hate me tonight.

Marí

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I placed Gigi’s Doctor Mcstuffin’s plate in front of her. She picks up her small pink fork and spoon, digging into the dinner I made. I made Macaroni & Cheese, Grilled chicken, and Sweet corn. Her chicken was already cut for her. I returned to the stove and made myself a plate before sitting at the table with Gigi.

Moments like these make my childhood self, happy. I’ve always wanted My mom and me to have dinner together. I didn’t even realize parents have dinner with their kids until I went to Tailah’s house in 1st grade. They said grace and then ate dinner while talking about their day.

That was when I first felt envy. Because once I went back home? I was left to my own vices. My aunt Ava had gone to Philly, running after her first husband. So, I had to quickly learn how to heat up my TV dinner because, if I didn’t? I was going to go to bed hungry. I had nobody to talk to about my day.

It was just me and those goddamn bullets outside cause niggas don’t know how to fight.

So, I cherish these moments with Gigi.

“How was your day?” I asked Gigi, cutting into my grilled chicken. Gigi swallows her food and wipes the corner of her lips with a napkin.

“It was fine, and yours?” I chuckled.

“It was ok, Gigi.” Gigi hums.

“Auntie?” I looked up and nodded.

“Yea?”

“Do you still love Mr. Eddie?” I choked on my food, stunned by the question. I stammer a bit while trying to find the words.

“Uhm, why do you ask?” She takes a sip from her cup and smiles.

“I see the way you look at him. You look at him like mommy looks at daddy. I think Mr. Eddie loves you, too.” I hummed.

“Well, Mr. Eddie is with Ms. Teagues.” Gigi shrugs.

“But, you two love each other.” I sighed. I didn’t think we would be having this conversation now. I was expecting her to be a teenager, and in her first real relationship, but I was sadly mistaken. Gigi is just too damn smart.

“Well, just because two people love each other, it doesn’t mean they can be together.” Gigi hums, nodding.

“That’s stupid, Auntie.” I chuckled.

“Well, it’s life, Gigi. You’ll learn that life doesn’t make sense nor is fair.” Gigi nods.

“Well, I want you to be with Mr. Eddie. You deserve love too, Auntie.” My eyes watered as she said those words. It was like I was talking to my younger self. I gave her a small smile, deep down, she was right. After Gregory and I broke up, I started to wonder if love was meant for me.

The man I planned my whole life with was gone. Yes, it was my fault because I allowed fear to get in the way, but I guess, I was hoping that Greg would rescue me like he always did. He’s been rescuing me ever since I was ten. He knew all my fears, my weakness, my pain. Starting all over was hard.

I dated around, but they never compared to Gregory. The love they gave wasn’t like Gregory’s. That’s why I’m in therapy now. To understand myself and save myself, but every time I see him—

My younger self wants me to be with him and make things right. We were each other’s safe haven. When he dealt with the loss of his mother, I was right there. When he had those insecurities that stemmed from his father’s ignorance, I was right there. My younger self needed him, and I was too stubborn to let him be there for me.

But he had Janine, and I need to learn to have myself.

“I know, Gigi. It’s just not my time yet.” I assured her. Gigi looks down at her food, then looks up at me.

“It will be soon. I know it!” Gigi assures me. I smiled.

“Thanks.” My phone rings. I get up from my seat and go to the kitchen counter. Tailah was calling. I answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, can Genesis stay the night? I just got called into work, and Devin’s mother is in the hospital. He’s driving to Knoxville to be there with the family.” I hummed, nodding.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Do they know what’s wrong?”

“Uhm, no. All I know is, that Dexter called saying she was in the hospital and it’s urgent. I’ll keep you posted.” I nod.

“Alright, Do you need me to pick her up too?”

“No. I’m going to pick her up and take her with me to Knoxville so we can be there for Devin.”

“Ok, Tell Devin, I’ll keep him in my thoughts.”

“Alright.” Tailah hangs up the phone. I placed the phone back on the counter and looked over at Gigi.

“We’re having a slumber party.” Gigi’s eyes lit up in excitement.

“YAY!!!!! Have you finished reading The Dark Side of the Moon?” Gigi questions. I listened to the audiobook on my way to work. For a sixth-grade book, it’s actually not bad, just a bit confusing. Since Gigi and I both like to read, Every month, depending on how long the book is, we read it together, and then, we discuss it, answering any questions Gigi might have.

“Uhm, I did, but I was confused about Jahil’s role in the book.” Gigi nods.

“I did too at first, but I think it’s up to interpretation.” I nod. I furrowed my eyebrows. What did Gigi think about the gifted program?

“Gigi, how would you feel about joining the gifted program?” Gigi shrugs.

“Mr. Eddie let me sit in with them during recess. It’s cool. My daddy doesn’t want me to do it, though.” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, I heard Mommy and Daddy fighting about it. I don’t want my parents to break up.” Gigi confesses. Her tone saddens me, making me feel bad. I walked over to Gigi and kneeled to her. I grabbed her small hands and made her look at me.

“Gigi, your parents love each other very much. They will not break up, but if you want to join the gifted program, you can, ok?” I assured her. Gigi looked down. I could tell she seemed unsure about my words.

“I promise.” Gigi looks up and smiles at me.

“You do?” I nod.

“Of course.”

“Then, yes. I like the gifted program. They have an amazing book selection.” I chuckled, kissing her forehead and getting up.

“I know, they do.”

[thedollybombshell]

"If you're sad, add more lipstick and attack."

⚝ Coco Chanel

[thepianofairy]

OCtober watercolor doodles, it's not possible to do a full month for me so I just picked a few I want to draw.

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner drabbles since I need to get back into writing it.

Robber, bursting through the door, gun already pulled out and shouting: EVERYBODY PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP AND OPEN UP YOUR WALLETS

The whole God damn Batfam just looking up from their respective places in the diner:..

Danny, behind the counter, tired as hell from basically taking over feeding them all: Take the fucking shot.

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Nightwing, laying dramatically over the breakfast bar as Danny walks in, a rose between his teeth: Hi~ I need to place an order

Danny, woke up 15 minutes ago: It is to early for this (it's 7 pm)

Nightwing, watching as Dany just turns around and leaves the diner: Wait no.

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Bart/Wally/Berry, finally done helping their respective Bat with Gotham Things ™️, stumbling upon the Diner:Sweet, no need to run back home on empty!

Danny, seeing the one that he has seen Clockwork scream about walk into his diner: shit I gotta make a call.

(15 Minutes later)

Bart/Wally/Berry crying into a massive plie of pancakes as Clockwork reads them yo filth.

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Wes, grumbling as he is kicked out of the diner for the fifth time this week: God damn it Fenton! Stopping hiding your ghostly existence! The people demand the truth!

Bernard, there because Tim recommended it, trying and failing to hit taking him there for a date, head snapping over to Wes like a horror movie: I sense a conspiracy theory.

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Cass, squating on a bar stool: *pouting face*

Danny, squinting at her: No.

Cass, looking up at him with the most hurt expression: *kicked puppy look*

Danny, feeling terrible:Okay! Okay I will get Cujo to come over! A-and I will throw in Ellie!

Cass, breaking unto a smile: and hot coco?

Danny, fully broken by her: Sure, why the hell not.

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Tucker and Sam, finally coming into the diner: honestly? Not as bad as I thought it would be.

(A Bat getting chucked through the door, and Rouge following after)

Tucker:Holy...is he okay?

Sam: I take back what I said.

Danny, looking at the property damage:Nope...nope this is normal, Red Hood your tab just doubled.

Jason, fully concussed: Sure thing...babe...

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Based on an idea I have for later on, Jason and Danny are in the middle stage between friends and Dating and Jason finally gets to meet the other two of the everlasting trio...

Sam, has a baseball bat in hand that is starting to sprout out branches: You hurt Danny and you'll end up dead again, and this time you won't have the hands to dig your way out.

Tucker, with sparks flashing in his eyes and a grin on his face, his PDA blinks with info that no civilian should have: Jason Peter Todd-Wayne, I know all about you, mess things up with Danny and your Pride and Prejudice Self insert fanfiction gets shared with your family, as well as your Wattpad and Tumblr accounts will be sent directly to the Justice Leauge.

Jason, crying a little bit:Danny your friends are terrifying.

Danny, walking out in a pink apron:Oh shit...ugh, Sam! Tucker! I told you dont do that!.

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Vlad, being a creep to Danny: Oh little badger...truly looking forward to seeing you begging for your life once more

Jason, equidded with Fenton works guns: Anyway I started Blasting.

[vrnicky]

Babs groans an rolls her eyes

"not what she meant. But ya got the spirit"

Pom snorts.

Pom: the other girls are like me honestly

Pom: except Coco, she never interacts with us

[tohruies]

down so bad i’m punnett squaring probabilities of the blood types our children could have at 4 in the morn

[mess-is-where-brain-is]

Thank you @cherubdulce for this amazing commission of my s/i getting kissed by Deadlock.

[mess-is-where-brain-is]

Ooh, power rangers my childhood. My love, Korsica pls. I am curious what, you'll assign her.

this is gonna flop but autism be damned

rb with a f/o and ill assign them a power rangers season ❤️

[cozy-writer]

Summary: Coco doesn't realize you are hurting until it ends with you both fighting.

Wordcount: 900+

Masterlist

You huffed loudly as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You had agreed to a club get together two weeks ago, but now that you and Coco were fighting, you dreaded spending time at the clubhouse, knowing that the guys would try and figure out what was going on between the two of you. 

You met Coco when you were stranded on the side of the road in your rental car. He helped change your tire and asked you out on a date. You were still in Santo Padre for a couple of days and decided you would take the risk. If the date didn’t go as planned you would be gone by the end of the week, to never see him again.

That was a year and a half ago and now you had moved in with Coco about 4 weeks ago. At first you loved it. The two of you had done long distance for so long that being together forever was heaven, but then it seemed like he didn’t care that much and you felt used more than anything. 

“You ready to go?” Coco said as his face appeared in the bedroom doorway. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You muttered. He looked you up and down appreciatively and was about to make a comment when he saw the sour look on your face. He turned around and left the room. You looked yourself in the eyes and mumbled, “You got this.” 

You stepped out into the warm breeze and cherished the sun shining down on your face. Coco handed you your helmet and you put it on, then moved to sit behind him on the bike. During the ride to the clubhouse your hands barely gripped Coco's waist, you knew it was petty, but you were so tired of his shit. So once you made it to the junkyard you quickly jumped off the back of his bike and walked over to Stephanie, who already knew what was bothering you. 

The two of you had talked a lot the last couple of days. She was the only person you could see becoming a friend of yours. 

“You two still haven’t made up?” She asked as you got close.

“I don’t think he even knows why I am mad at him.” You hissed. 

“Oh come on,” She groaned. “He still hasn’t figured it out?” You raised an eyebrow at her and shook your head. “Nope.” 

The rest of the night you stayed far away from Coco and the Reyes brothers seemed to have noticed it, too, because when you weren’t looking for a minute the boys cornered you. 

“So, what did he do?” Ez asked. You looked at them confused. 

“Coco.” Angel elaborated. You sighed. 

“He clearly did something that upset you. Normally you guys can’t keep your hands off each other.” Angel said. 

“That’s something between me and Coco.” You commented. 

“Well, figure it out, our boy is looking sad over there.” Ez said as he pointed to where Coco sat at a table, the guys laughing with each other while he sat unmoving, looking into the void, silently sipping a beer. 

You blew a raspberry. “I’ll go talk to him.” Angel clasped a hand on your shoulder and sent you in the direction of Coco. You dragged your feet as you moved towards your boyfriend, dreading the conversation you were about to have. 

“Coco?” You started. His eyes found yours and he sat up straight. “Can we talk?” He sat his beer down on the table and stood to follow you outside. You hoped it would give the two of you some privacy but you were still surrounded by club members. 

“Can you just please tell me what I did wrong?” You sighed once again.

“How do you not notice these things?” 

“Y/N, I really don’t know what I did.” 

“I moved heaven and earth to be with you. I have no family here. No friends!” Your voice rose over the chatter of the club members. “I had to figure all of it out on my own, because you couldn’t care enough to help me out. And now that I asked you to help me find a therapist who is covered by my insurance, you just simply tell me you can’t be bothered.” You let out a big breath of air and your heads were shaking. You steadied them by forming them into fists. 

“Why do you need a shrink, you’ve got me to talk to?” 

“That’s not the same!” You and Stephanie yelled at the same time. You turned towards her and thanked her with a simple nod of the head. “I have to deal with losing my life and you know I struggle with depression. I need someone to talk to. Someone other than you.” 

“I didn’t realize this was so important to you.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry, mi vida. I’ll start looking tomorrow morning.” 

“Why couldn’t you be so forthcoming when I first asked you?” Coco walked towards you, pulling you into his arms. 

“I’m sorry, mi amor. I’ll try to listen more and help you out whenever you ask. But you need to learn to communicate. This whole thing could have been prevented if you just talked.” You nodded your head slowly. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry, too.” He smiled at you and bent down to kiss you, his arms encircling your body. 

“Now, do I get to take you home?” He asked, winking at you. A shy smile spread across your lips and you nodded at him. “I would like that.”