#Johnny Coco Cruz

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TW: cussing, medical descriptions

A:N: I do not understand this culture, heavy use of google, if anything is offensive or incorrect, please let me know so I can adjust -T.S.T.

Part 14

Spare Parts - Part 15

The car was quiet as you drove, only the hum of the engine and the occasional crackle from the radio filling the space. Coco sat in the passenger seat, slouched, legs spread out, watching the world pass by outside the window.

"Not bad, chiquita," he muttered.

You glanced at him. "What?"

"Your drivin'." He smirked, head lolling to the side. "Didn't know you had it in you."

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, please. You think I can’t handle a car?"

"Nah, nah. Just figured you were one of those ten-and-two, check-the-mirrors-a-million-times kinda girls." He grinned. "Cute, though."

You huffed but didn’t argue.

"How’s your shoulder?" you asked after a moment.

"Eh." He shrugged—then winced. "Still there."

"Amazing medical insight." You scoffed

"You know me, muñeca. Always the scholar."

You shook your head, pulling up to his place.

"C’mon," you said, putting the car in park.

"What, you comin' inside?" His brows lifted, teasing.

"Yeah, Coco. Someone has to make sure you don’t pass out in the doorway."

"Damn." He smirked, tilting his head. "Romantic."

"Fuck sake—get out of the car, Coco."

Coco sat on the edge of his bed, shirtless, watching as you dug through the first aid kit.

The dim light from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across his chest, highlighting the ink sprawled over his skin.

"You got experience with this, chiquita?" he asked, voice low, amused.

"A little." You grabbed the antiseptic.

"That’s not an answer."

You just gave him a look.

"A'ight." He held up his hands. "Do your thing, nurse."

You moved closer, carefully peeling back the old bandage.

His skin was warm beneath your fingertips, but you didn’t hesitate—not even when you had to steady him by placing your palm against his shoulder.

Coco, though?

He noticed.

He watched you.

Watched the way your brows furrowed in concentration, the way your hands moved without hesitation.

You weren’t flinching, weren’t tense—just focused.

For the first time in a long time, you were touching him without fear.

He swallowed.

"What?" you asked, glancing up.

"Nada." He smirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"Alright, you're good."

You smoothed down the fresh bandage over Coco’s shoulder, fingertips lingering without realizing it. His skin was warm, solid, and beneath your touch, you felt him tense—just for a second.

But you didn’t pull away.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t even seem to notice what you were doing.

Coco did, though.

He watched you, jaw tight, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression.

"You tryna cop a feel, muñeca, or just really committed to playin' nurse?" His voice was light, teasing, but there was an edge to it—like he was daring you to notice.

You rolled your eyes, finally drawing back. "You're impossible."

The kitchen smelled like garlic and warm spices, and burnt edges, steam rising from the pan as you stirred.

Letty sat at the table, scrolling on her phone, while Coco leaned back in a chair, stretching his legs out, watching you.

"So." He twirled a fork between his fingers. "You gonna tell me how you got so good at playin’ doctor?"

You paused for a fraction of a second.

"You learn quick when you don’t have a choice." you said, keeping your voice casual.

Coco’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"The fuck does that mean?"

You shrugged, focusing on the food. "Just means I had to be good at things. No big deal."

"Yeah?" He didn’t sound convinced. "Sounds like a big deal, chiquita."

You felt him watching you, felt the weight of his stare.

But you didn’t look at him.

"It’s nothing, Coco."

A beat of silence.

Then—

"You always this bad at lying?"

You finally glanced over, giving him a pointed look.

"You always this bad at minding your business?"

Letty snorted. Coco just grinned, but there was something softer in his eyes now, something almost thoughtful.

You set a plate in front of him, fingers brushing against his wrist for half a second.

He didn’t move.

Neither did you.

The air between you shifted, thickened with something unspoken.

For a second, just a second, you swore he was going to—

"The fuck is this?"

You blinked. "What?"

Coco gestured at the food. "You servin’ me some fancy-ass restaurant meal? Where the hell are the instant noodles?"

Letty kicked his chair.

"Shut up and eat, or I'll take it away, dumbass." You quipped.

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

Coco woke up slowly, the ache in his shoulder the first thing he noticed.

"Mierda." He muttered, shifting slightly, testing the soreness. It wasn’t as bad as last night, but it was definitely still there.

The next thing he noticed?

The smell.

Something sweet, warm, familiar.

Baked goods.

And then—the music.

It was faint, muffled, but Coco could recognize the rhythm. Some old-school shit, the kind of music that made him think of black-and-white movies and spinning skirts.

What the hell?

Pushing himself up with a low grunt, he rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, and made his way toward the source.

You had no idea he was there.

Coco leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching.

You were dancing, feet sliding across the tile as you swayed to the music, completely lost in it.

The kitchen was immaculate—the countertops wiped down, the dishes cleaned, and a fresh batch of something golden-brown and perfect cooling on a wire rack.

And you?

You were spinning, a small bounce in your step, humming along to a song only you could hear the words of through your headphones.

Coco smirked.

"Well, shit. I wake up and my house turned into a fuckin' musical"

You jumped so hard you almost dropped the plate in your hands.

"Coco!" You ripped off your headphones, spinning around to face him, wide-eyed and flustered. "Fuck!"

He chuckled, grinning that lazy, amused grin.

"Guess I should start stompin' around like a fuckin' elephant so you know I’m comin'."

You huffed, pressing a hand to your chest, trying to calm your racing heart.

"I didn’t want to wake you guys."

"Yeah? Maybe wake me next time so I can tell you to sit your ass down instead of cleanin’ my whole goddamn house."

You crossed your arms, giving him a look. "I was just trying to help."

"Uh-huh." He moved forward slightly, favoring his injured shoulder, and grabbed a fresh-baked pastry from the counter. He took a bite, chewed thoughtfully, then pointed at it. "You tryna bribe me with food, muñeca?"

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

Coco had been too focused on you dancing around his kitchen to notice it at first. But now, standing by the counter, he caught sight of the small, neatly packed lunch sitting off to the side.

He raised an eyebrow, grabbing it with his good hand, turning it over like he was expecting to find a note or some shit.

"What’s this?"

You glanced up from where you were wiping down the counter, expression casual. "Lunch. I figured Letty had school, so I made her something."

Coco blinked. A beat of silence.

Then—

"Damn, muñeca, you tryna make my kid fall in love with you too?"

You huffed, rolling your eyes. "I just thought, y'know... long night, she might need it."

"Uh-huh." He smirked, tossing the lunch back onto the counter. "You keep doin’ shit like this, you’re gonna give her the wrong idea."

You frowned. "What idea?"

"That you’re stickin’ around."

Your brows furrowed.

You opened your mouth—then shut it again.

You didn’t know what to say.

"How’s the shoulder?" You asked, needing to shift away from that heavy feeling in your chest.

Coco rolled it slightly, grimacing when the pain hit.

"Shit still hurts."

You sighed, stepping closer, instinctively reaching for him. "Let me see."

Coco watched as you peeled back the bandage, your fingers careful, delicate, but not hesitant.

He didn’t miss it.

Didn’t miss how you didn’t flinch when his hand brushed against yours.

Didn’t miss how your body wasn’t stiff anymore.

Didn’t miss how you were touching him without even thinking about it.

That was new.

That was different.

Coco tilted his head, watching you.

"You take care of everybody like this, muñeca, or just me?"

You froze, fingers stilling on the bandage.

His voice was casual, teasing, but there was something else beneath it. Something… curious.

You swallowed, trying to force a laugh. "Can’t I just help people."

"Yeah?" Coco smirked, but his eyes were sharp, knowing. "You sure it ain’t just me, chiquita?"

You didn’t answer right away—not in the way he wanted, anyway. Instead, you grabbed the fresh bandages and started reapplying them with slow, careful precision.

Then, without looking up, you muttered—

"You think a sandwich and a little first aid mean you’re special?"

Coco barked out a laugh, wincing when the movement pulled at his shoulder.

"Damn, muñeca," he smirked, voice edged with mock offense. "That’s cold."

"You’ll live," you deadpanned.

Coco shook his head. His eyes flicked down to where your hands worked, gentle but firm, brushing against his skin without hesitation.

That was still fucking with him.

He let it sit for a second before he murmured—

"You touchin’ me like this ‘cause you wanna… or ‘cause you just forgot to be scared?"

Your fingers paused for a fraction of a second.

Coco caught it.

He didn’t say anything else. Didn’t press.

Instead, he shifted slightly, leaning forward just enough to catch your attention.

You looked up at him—and he was already watching you.

The smirk was still there, but his expression had softened, something unreadable settling behind his dark eyes.

His hand came up, slow, fingertips barely grazing your cheek.

"Don’t freak out on me, muñeca," he murmured, his voice low, careful.

"Why would I fr—"

He dipped his head, pausing just before his lips met yours, waiting.

You swallowed—

He closed the gap.

The kiss was light. Tentative. A simple press of his mouth to yours, giving you space to pull away if you wanted.

It was soft.

Unrushed.

When he pulled back, his thumb traced along your cheekbone, just once.

Then—

"Still think I ain’t special?"

Coco pulled back from the kiss, smirking as he studied your expression.

You were frozen, lips slightly parted, eyes flickering with something he couldn’t quite read.

A heartbeat passed. Then another.

"You good, chiquita?" Coco teased, voice low and smug.

You blinked.

Then—your brows furrowed.

Not in embarrassment. Not in shyness.

No, this was something else.

Coco frowned slightly. What the hell were you thinking about so hard?

Before he could ask, you moved.

Abruptly.

You stood up, breaking the moment as you grabbed the half-used bandages and began methodically packing up the supplies.

Coco watched you, expression shifting from amusement to confusion.

"Damn, chiquita, didn’t know my kisses were that bad. You need a second to recover?"

You didn’t look at him.

Didn’t even acknowledge the comment.

That was when he knew something was off.

Coco pushed himself up from his chair, stepping into your space without hesitation.

"Damn, muñeca," he smirked, tilting his head. "I break you already? That’s a new record."

He reached out, fingertips brushing your wrist.

You stopped.

Not in the way he wanted.

Not like before.

This was different.

Your posture went rigid.

Your hand curled into a fist around the bandages you’d just folded.

Coco felt it—felt the tension in your body before you even said a word.

Then—

"You hurt me…"

Your voice was quiet. Steady.

"I’ll break your fucking nose."

Coco went completely still.

His lips parted slightly, like he was about to say something—but stopped himself.

You weren’t looking at him.

Not really.

You were staring past him, like your mind was somewhere else.

Somewhere old.

Coco exhaled sharply through his nose.

"Damn, muñeca." He let out a short, humorless laugh, shaking his head. "That’s a hell of a way to kill the mood."

With slow, deliberate movements, he stepped in close again, closing the space between you before you could pull away.

Then—his fingers brushed your chin.

Not forceful.

Not demanding.

Just enough to make you look at him.

"You got some trust issues, huh?" he murmured, his tone teasing, but softer now.

You didn’t respond.

Didn’t push him away.

Coco dipped his head—slow this time.

Gave you plenty of time to move.

Plenty of time to stop him.

You didn’t.

His lips brushed yours—not hard, not rough.

Just a taste.

A slow, lingering press.

His breath was warm against your skin, tinged with cigarettes.

He pulled back only slightly, his smirk almost lazy.

"See?" he murmured, his voice low and smug.

"Still alive. Nose intact."

Coco’s hand lingered at your jaw, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek.

"What’d you think I was gonna do, muñeca?" His tone was mock-offended. "Bite you?"

You shot him a glare.

Coco just grinned.

[mysticalmallard]

Heatwave

Description: It's impossibly hot, and Coco thinks of a way to beat the heat.

Word Count: 242

Warnings: none I can think of

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The scorching heat of the day has made Coco's apartment feel like a sauna. Sweat beads on his forehead as he turns on the ceiling fan, hoping for a small respite. His girlfriend sits on the edge of the bed, fanning herself with a magazine.

“I can’t stand this heat,” she complains, fanning more rapidly. “It’s like we’re in a damn oven.”

Coco grins, enjoying the view of his girlfriend's disheveled state. “Well, if it's that hot, why don't you just take off your clothes then?” he jokes, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

His girlfriend rolls her eyes, but a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "Is that your solution to every problem? Take off my clothes?" she retorts, arching an eyebrow at him.

Coco laughs and holds up his hands in surrender. "Hey, I'm just trying to help you beat the heat, that's all." He moves towards her, the heat of his body pressing against her as he grins down at her. "Besides, I wouldn't mind the view."

She swats at his chest playfully. "You're impossible, you know that?" But she doesn't push him away. Instead, she leans into him, enjoying the closeness even in this unbearable heat.

Coco wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer. He places a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "Impossibly charming, you mean," he says with a smirk, his hands now starting to wander down her back.

[mmccoco]

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Community Service

Pairing: Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Summary: Coco along with Angel, EZ, Creeper, and Gilly got stuck with a community service sentence. While it’s not typically their scene it’s better than doing time. And for Coco it might be the best thing that’s happened to him in a long time.

Trigger/Content Warning(s): massive amounts of fluff

Word Count: 2407

A/N: a gold star for whoever can guess who reader’s brother is from the hints in this fic!

Tags: @staley83

A group of bikers was not the usual sight in the lobby of the Santo Padre community center. The members of the local criminal motorcycle club stood out completely in all their leather and denim clad, tattooed glory.

They were intimidating just by reputation.

And they were used to that.

But the young woman standing in front of them, glittery pink clipboard in hand, showed no fear. She smiled brightly at them.

“Good morning guys,” She said, seeing far too comfortable and casual, “I’m (Name), I’m in charge of this youth outreach program you’ve all been slotted to help with.”

There was a mumbling acknowledgement from the guys, Gilly, Creeper, Coco, Angel, and EZ staring at her cheerful demeanor, confused, surprised, and even a little suspicious. She motioned for them to follow her to the back office where she would go over everything. When they had all filed in she grabbed five blank plastic name tags from the bin on the shelf behind her desk and passed them out to the guys.

“Now I recognize that you are all here for a community service sentence, and I really don’t care how or why you got it, or any criminal history…what I care about is that you all pull your weight and help make sure this event goes well.” She said simply, “Grab a sharpie,” she motioned to the jar she used as a pen holder that was full of different colors of markers and pens, “Write your name on that tag, nicknames are fine so long as they are appropriate for anyone under eighteen to hear. And pick a sticker to put on the tag.” She pulled out a small basket of stickers from the shelf behind her desk and set it in front of them.

That earned her some looks making her laugh and tap her own name tag. It was covered in many small stickers already.

“The kids are encouraged to give stickers to any volunteers they want to,” she said, “But some get shy, so starting out with one helps them feel more comfortable with it. And since this is a holiday event, there will be a lot of kids who have never been to our program before. And as far as they…and their parents…should be concerned you are simply volunteers…of your own volition, and not the courts.”

They men nodded and did what she suggested. Not wanting to ruin this chance. Because if they did this well they wouldn’t have to face any time in county or do another kind of community service that would be more difficult or humiliating. Though the sticker thing was almost too much. Before they pinned their tags on (Name) stopped them.

“I’m sorry, but I do have to show you to the employee and volunteer lockers because…the um…” she motioned to the kuttes they each wore, “Would throw some of the parents off. They are key locks and you will be given the key on a stretchy wrist strap to be sure you have it on you.”

There were some grumbles, “Are you kidding me?” One man asked, he was thin, but she could bet that he had some muscles hiding under his baggy t-shirt and jeans, his chin length hair moving as he shook his head irritated.

“Sadly no. Lucky for all of you tattoos don’t have to be covered, unless they contain nudity or curse words…then…just put a bandaid over the offensive part.” She said and motioned over to the pink band aid that sat on her own bicep covering the bust on the pin up tattoo of the Bride of Frankenstein that was inked there, she grinned at their surprised faces.

The tallest of the group asked to see the full tattoo and she removed the bandaid and showed them that she wasn’t fully nude, but explained she had gotten one complaint once that the bandage style top on the tattoo was too low cut. She replaced the bandage with a spider web patterned one.

“What about this?” A man with a shaved head and longer beard asked, tapping the ‘Mayans’ tattoo on his neck, he was already preparing to have to cover a few of his tattoos.

“That’s fine.” She said, “It’s not tits or the word fuck so…”

He chuckled and nodded. The five men begrudgingly removed their kuttes so she could show them to the lockers after she grabbed her clipboard.

“Okay, to kind of explain what this program is, we’re called Third Space because a lot of kids and teens don’t really have a place to go other than school or home anymore, we offer a program where they can go and their parents know they are safe and they know that they won’t be bored. Like I said, this is a holiday special event, and it’s October so it’s obvious for Valentine's Day,” she joked, “Anyway, put your name tags on and I’ll show you where each of you will be helping out.”

She led them through the large conference hall type room to different booths. The first they stopped at had several large plastic tarps on the floor under some folding tables with a larger folding table in behind them covered in vibrant orange pumpkins of varying sizes. There were baskets of sharpies and spoons and other carving supplies in the center of the four tables.

“Alright, Gilly,” she pointed to the larger man, “You’re gonna be here with Dezerai, helping with pumpkin carving.” She motioned to the punk rock attired black woman who was setting pumpkins on the tables for the kids, her only costume seemed to be the cat ears she was wearing and the whiskers she had drawn on.

She walked over and greeted the man with a smile of her own before the group moved on. Salacia led the group to the booth directly beside it. There were shorter, more toddler and younger elementary schooler sized tables. Each with some paper plates stacked in the center along with a basket filled with tubes of non-toxic acrylic paints, another basket filled with paint brushes, and small plastic cups of (currently) clean water. The back table had three large baskets of tiny pumpkins and different decorative gourds.

“EZ,” she pointed to the youngest man there, “You’re here with Carolina.” She motioned to the blonde haired, brown eyed woman dressed like she had stepped straight out of Woodstock, also with cat ears and drawn on whiskers as a costume, “You’re going to be helping with pumpkins and gourd painting for the kids a little too young to carve, or just don’t feel like dealing with the pumpkin guts.”

The blonde walked over and laughed, “Not everybody is as weird as you and Dezerai who enjoy that slimey crap.” She teased (Name) who rolled her eyes.

“Ha-Ha.” She mock-laughed and left EZ in the blonde’s capable hands.

She led the group to the next booth. These tables were set up with tons of crafting supplies in different baskets. Already prepared masquerade style masks in a few different shapes cut out of plain white card stock paper. Construction paper in every color imaginable. Markers. Feathers. Crayons. Glitter glue. Stickers. Stick on gems. And even Sequins. The volunteer was a young man with brown hair who had an honest to god sweater vest with a Halloween pattern of Jack-o-Lantern and spider webs on. His simple costume was a pirate hat he wore.

“Neron,” she pointed to the only one with a club nickname who decided against using it, “You’re here with Andrew, helping with decorating masks.”

Andrew walked over and nodded, “I hope you can at least draw, the younger ones always ask.” He laughed.

“I’m decent.” Creeper chuckled, “Are you?”

“He’s the one who did this.” She tapped her bicep with a grin, as she and Andrew laughed at their shock that the overly clean cut looking guy was a tattoo artist for his day job.

She led the last two past the next booth to the last one. This one was set up like a photo booth for a birthday party. Different costume pieces and props sat in bins and on tables around the orange and black striped fabric background. Wigs. Hats. Masks. Costume jewelry. Stuffed animals and brooms and plastic weapons. Capes and jackets. Even some printed and laminated cut outs of different Halloween themed pictures and sayings with Velcro on the back go stick to the background. Black cats and spiders. Bats and ghosts.

The volunteer here had long naturally white hair that went down to her butt usually, she had it tied up in a high ponytail and was sitting up her camera and being sure it was connected directly to the printer just behind a curtain to the side of the booth. Out of the way so the kids wouldn’t knock it over. Her simple costume seemed to be the spider web painted on her face.

“Alright, Angel,” she pointed to the taller of the two semi-forced volunteers left, “You’re here with Jessica helping with the photo booth.”

Jessica walked over, “Don’t worry, you got the easiest booth, just gotta put the photos that get printed in a card and give ‘em to the kids.” She said with a grin before looking at (Name), “Salacia’s all set up, by the way.”

(Name) grinned and nodded as she looked over and waved at the face painter they had hired for the day. She looked at the final Mayan, the one who had been vocally upset about removing his kutte earlier.

“And that means you’re with me for the day, Coco.” She said and led him to the booth she had set up.

Tubs of different pony beads and plastic charms sat on each table along with pre-cut, black elastic cord in baskets on the four tables.

“We’re gonna be helping the kids making Halloween kandi bracelets.” She explained.

“I don’t know anything about this kinda shit.” Coco said, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t worry it’s easy,” she assured him.

Before he could complain again she cut him off.

“Tell me something, do you sew the patches onto your kutte yourself?” She asked, slipping up a little without realizing it, by revealing she knew exactly what their vests were called, earning a raised brow.

“Well yeah,” he said.

“Then you know how to tie a knot in thread, so you can tie one in the cord. That’s pretty much all you’ll need to help with.” She said.

“Okay.” He said then smirked at her, “How’d you know it was a kutte, though?”

She flushed, feeling caught, images of her hometown and late older brother flashing in her mind. Losing his wife and father both to the whims and at the hands of the out of control club President had sent him spiraling, she still missed him every day.

“My brother was a biker, okay?” was all she said, turning away to regain control of her emotions.

“Was?” He asked.

“He’s gone.” She said after a deep breath before putting her smile back on, “Alright, like I said this is easy, just help the kids tie off their bracelets.”

He nodded, he could handle this. She was right.

“Besides, there was a reason you were each put at your respective booths.” She said with a shrug.

She pulled an already made one out of a basket and put it on her own wrist before handing one to him. He reluctantly slipped it on.

“So why did I get stuck with jewelry making?” Coco joked.

(Name) grabbed the witches hat from a table and put it on for her simple costume. Right when the first wave of kids entered the event hall. She told him she would answer him later.

She put her bright smile back on to greet the kids who came to her booth first.

“Happy Halloween, who wants to make some bracelets?!” She asked the excited group already sitting at the tables.

—

The day had been busy, but went well. And the group of Mayans were honestly exhausted. She walked with them back to their loaned lockers where they retrieved their kuttes. She and Coco had gotten along better as the day went in and he could swear she was flirting with him sometimes. He knew he’d started to flirt with her.

“Alright, you guys did great. I don’t know yet if this is the only time you’ll be helping us, I guess it depends on how the judge takes my feedback.” She said, leaning against a couple of the lockers.

They each either nodded or verbally agreed. They were ready to just get out of there.

Angel, Gilly, Creeper, EZ, and Coco followed her out, back to the lobby. She thanked them again for being good sports with the kids all day and went to head back to her office. Before she could get too far away Coco followed her and grabbed her wrist, figuring he would shoot his shot. Worst she could say is no.

“Tell me if I’m off base here,” He said, “But do you wanna grab a drink with me tomorrow night?” He knew she had a lot of picking up to do after the event that day.

He could hear his brothers behind him snickering, expecting him to get turned down by the overly sweet program organizer. Instead she grinned, cheeks slightly tinted pink.

“I’d love to. Pick me up at eight.” She suggested.

She let him put his number in her phone and she texted him her address. She was slightly shy about it but was excited at the same time.

“You also never told me why I wound up in the jewelry booth?” He asked, chuckling, “Since there was a reason we each got put in each booth.”

Her cheeks were a slightly darker red but she smirked at him, she knew the other guys were definitely paying attention she decided to be honest if not a little bold, “We were sent your mugshots when we accepted to be where you guys did your community service” she explained as she put her phone back in her bag and turning to head back to her office, “I just thought you were cute.” She said with a wink over her shoulder while walking off.

Coco was shocked but just laughed. This could be the start of something good for once in his life.

[menofchaos]

Coco

Note: Third time I'm trying to send this out! I missed sleep to write this, which usually means it'll end up being one of my favorites like the Vegas story. I do have more of this written, so please let me know if anyone would be interested! This is the first installment of Coco x museum! reader. Picture credit goes to @richardcabralofficial on ig & divider credit goes to @spideyspeaches. Enjoy!

Coco lit a cigarette as he walked down the sunny streets of downtown San Diego, Angel and Gilly planning their evening of bar hopping. They decided to head down to the beach for a long weekend, a getaway from the pressures of Santo Padre.

“Damn, that’s a big ass building.”

“Ain’t this the museum you wanted to go to?” Angel asked.

EZ nodded, “Yeah at some point. You guys don’t have to come in.”

The four of them turned down the street toward the entrance and Gilly laughed, “Oh I’m definitely going.”

Angel frowned, “You wanna go to a museum? You good, homie?”

“If all the chicks in the museum look like that? Fuck yeah, I do,” he scoffed and nodded over at the museum steps.

They all looked up to see two men in suits talking to a woman, her long curly hair flowing gently in the wind as she laughed. Coco’s eyes widened when he saw ink covering her throat, bright acrylics on her tattooed hands. His eyes followed her curves, covered up by her professional attire. He licked his lips when he heard Angel mumble, “Damn.”

EZ shook his head, “I didn’t mean we had to go now.”

“What better time than the present, boy scout?” Gilly smirked, “You guys in?”

Angel looked over at Coco, who shrugged, “Why not?”

“Alright,” Gilly clapped, “Think she dresses like that all the time?”

“She’s way out of your league,” Angel snorted, shaking his head as they crossed the street.

“You think you have a better chance?” Gilly arched an eyebrow.

Coco laughed, “You two gonna bet again? Since it went so well last time.”

Both men glared at him before going back to arguing over who would ask her out. The men in suits walked away and the woman turned to see the four of them heading up the stairs.

“Welcome,” she smiled and opened the door, “Ticket counter is to your left, let me know if you have any questions about the exhibits.”

Gilly looked her over slowly, “Thanks mami. I do have a question. Are you the exhibit?”

She laughed politely, “No, I’m not.”

“Too bad, I can’t stop staring,” he winked, heading inside. 

“All these artifacts and I can’t take my eyes off you,” Angel smirked and followed him in.

EZ shook his head, “I’m sorry about them, it’s their first day in public.”

Coco took off his sunglasses as she laughed, “It’s all good, I’ve heard worse,” she closed the door behind them, “Enjoy the museum,” she winked at Coco before a younger employee called her over.

Coco watched her walk off, hips swaying. Gilly and Angel were still quietly bickering over her. While they were distracted, he took a few steps toward where she stood with another woman wearing a regular museum uniform. The woman went into the exhibit and she turned to Coco.

“Can I help you?” she asked him.

“Just wanted to apologize again for my brothers,” he told her, “They’re harmless.”

She smiled, “That’s sweet, thank you. Like I said, I’ve had way worse pick up lines than that. I was a little bummed I didn’t hear one from you, though,” she admitted.

Coco’s eyes widened and he smiled, “Oh yeah?”

She nodded, “See if it was more original than your brothers,” she teased.

He laughed softly, “They didn’t exactly get creative, did they?”

“No but at least they didn’t say they’d nail me to the wall,” she shivered slightly in disgust, “That one grosses me out.”

He shook his head, “I wouldn’t have let them get away with that one.”

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Coco,” he held a hand out to her, “Yours?”

She introduced herself and shook his hand, “I guess you wouldn’t let them get away with that, would you, boogeyman?”

His eyes lit up, “You know that story?”

She smiled, “Of course,” she scanned the patches on his leather. Coco held his breath for a moment, waiting for her to dismiss him, “Santo Padre? What brings you to San Diego?”

“We wanted to get out of the desert for a few days,” he murmured, “Hang out at the beach.”

“That’s why I live here, so I can be on the beach whenever,” she smiled, “How long are you in town for?”

“Till Tuesday,” he bit his lip, willing his heart to slow down.

She nodded, holding his gaze for a moment, “So, you got a line?”

He shook his head, “No lines,” he licked his lips, “But I’d love to take you out later.”

She smiled, “I can’t tonight but I’ll take your number and call you tomorrow?” she pulled her phone out of her pocket.

Coco recited his number to her, smirking when he glanced over to see Gilly and Angel glaring at him. She nodded, “I’ll see you soon?” she took a few steps back, smiling.

“See you soon,” he smiled slowly, his eyes on hers.

She giggled and turned down a hallway, out of his sight. He rejoined the other guys.

“What just happened?” Angel asked, “You get her number?”

He shook his head, “Gave her mine. Thanks for making me look good,” he smirked as EZ handed him a ticket, “Thanks, bro.”

“Motherfucker,” Gilly swore, “You’re such a dick.”

After the museum, the four of them headed to dinner, then a bar on the beach. They stood around a pool table, EZ and Angel against Coco and Gilly.

“I still can’t believe you snaked her from me,” Gilly shook his head.

“You don’t have a claim on her, homie,” he smirked, taking a sip of beer.

“You come on too aggressive, bro,” Angel said.

EZ snorted, “You weren’t much better.”

Angel scoffed, “I wasn’t as bad as him!”

“All I did was give her my number,” Coco watched Gilly take his turn, “It’s not like I stole your girlfriend or some shit.”

Coco was in the middle of his turn when a loud cheer erupted behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see a high top all holding their drinks up, laughing.

“Wait, isn’t that her?”

Coco grinned when he saw her sitting at the high top, a pink margarita in her hand and a relaxed smile on her face. She caught his gaze and she smiled wider, waving at him. He held up a finger, turning back to finish his turn, “It is.”

He sunk two balls and missed the third, setting his cue down when he heard, “Lord have mercy. Look at that.”

All thought left his mind when he saw her heading toward him. She had forgone her professional attire, a longer asymmetrical skirt with a button up and blazer, for a tight black and white dress that hit mid thigh. Her long curled were tied up in a ponytail, two braids nestled among the strands. Her darker lipstick made him want to smear it.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“Hey,” he murmured, “You look beautiful.”

She giggled shyly, “Thank you. This is a coincidence.”

“Your plans for the night?” he asked, glancing at the table that was not so subtly spying on her.

She nodded, “College friends in town for the night. We’re going to the beach tomorrow before their flight leaves.”

Coco smirked, “We’re going to the beach too. The one down the road.”

“So are we,” she laughed, “Another coincidence.”

“Or fate,” he suggested, failing to keep himself from checking her out.

She felt butterflies under his gaze, “Could be. I gotta get back but how about this? If you find me at the beach tomorrow, you can take me out to dinner.”

His eyes lit up at the challenge. Between his military training and club antics, he knew he could meet it, “I’m down. See you tomorrow, ma.”

“See you tomorrow,” she kissed his cheek softly, walking back to her group. He couldn’t stop smirking the rest of the night.

Coco sat down on a lounge chair between Angel and Gilly, “Why the fuck do we stay in the desert when we could be here?” he asked as Angel passed him the blunt.

Angel laughed, “We should convince Alvarez to start a San Diego charter.”

“Coco just wants to be near his new girl,” Gilly opened a beer.

“You still bitching about that?” Coco arched an eyebrow, “How many chicks are out here, go pick up one up if you got that much game.”

“Oh now you got game?” Gilly asked, “With that crooked ass nose.”

Coco passed the blunt to EZ, retort on his tongue when his phone lit up with an unknown number. He opened it to find a picture of her smiling, sunglasses covering her eyes and her long hair tied up in a messy bun. He could only see from her shoulders up, a table with beer pong set up in the background. It was accompanied by a text.

I’m here! Ready for your mission?

He smirked, typing out, ‘Mission accepted’ before standing up, “Well you fuckers can keep playing with each other, I’m going to get a date.”

EZ grinned, “Good luck, bro.”

Coco fist bumped him, “Good luck with these two,” he joked and grabbed his phone and cigarettes, sliding his sunglasses on as he walked up to the top of the sand. He remembered the size of her group the night before and knew they wouldn’t be that hard to spot. He checked the picture again, his heart skipping a beat at her smile. Another text came in as he tried to study the background for clues.

No clues but I do have a drink waiting for you

He noticed rocks behind her and scanned the beach, grinning when he saw a cliff to his left. He walked down to the water, taking his time to smoke a cigarette as he made his way over. A large blue canopy with a long table under it was set up next to the cliff, coolers and bags scattered around towels and blankets set up on the ground. He swore under his breath when he spotted her in nothing but a black and green two piece, a drink in each hand. Tattoos covered both arms and curled around her long legs, a few on her back and sides. She was talking to two other women, one in a pink one piece and the other covered by an oversized white t shirt and men’s swimming trunks. Four guys stood at either end of the beer pong table in different colored bathing suits. He walked up, ignoring the looks the guys gave him as he tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and grinned.

“Coco!” she leaned in to kiss his cheek, “That didn’t take nearly as long as I expected.”

He laughed, “I was a Marine, baby.”

“That’s not fair,” she pouted, “Here’s a beer if you want it. Let me introduce you to everyone,” she offered him the bottle.

“Sure, thank you,” he took it and followed her around the tent, shaking hands with everyone. They all went to college together, getting picked up and invited in by others in the friend group. They used to be a bigger group, she explained, but fights, moves and break ups splintered the group until it was the remaining seven of them. She hung back with him as the guys kept playing, one white boy, Dan or Dave or something, glancing at him often with a glare.

“Your friend in the green doesn’t like me that much,” he teased a few minutes later.

She looked over at the canopy and sighed, “He claims he’s protective, but he’s not like that about anyone else. He’s just one of those white knight guys.”

“White knight guys?” he frowned.

“Yeah, if I do something he thinks could hurt me, he acts concerned for my well being but he just has feelings for me and gets jealous,,” she explained, “He did the same thing in college when he found out I was dancing.”

He arched an eyebrow, “Dancing?”

She nodded, looking up at him, “I didn’t come from a good family or anything, so I had to pay my own way through college. I got some scholarships but it didn’t cover everything so I started stripping to help pay my bills and shit,” he watched her as she spoke, knowing this was a test of his reaction.

“That’s smart, you probably made bank,” he winked.

A  smile lit up her face, satisfied in his response, “You know I did. No student loans for me.”

White Knight Dan/Dave called her over for her turn but she declined, telling him she’d play later. His disappointment was visible, tossing another glare Coco’s way as he went back to the game.

Coco smirked, “Damn, I’m making all kinds of enemies talking to you.”

She took a sip of her beer, “Who else?”

“My homie’s still mad,” he laughed.

“Tell him if he can find it in his heart to forgive you, I have a bunch of hot, single friends I can introduce him to,” she offered.

He laughed softly, “That might do it, thanks mami.”

[myakikijackson]

Blame It On The Moon

Coco x Reader

Summary: You finally formally meet your new neighbor who always made you nervous. A little bit of fluff here.

WARNINGS: Readers 18+ only. Light language. 

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It’s a quiet night. You stand outside looking up at the stars. Lost in deep thought. You and your husband had just moved into your first home just a couple of months ago. You hear the scurrying of chubby little paws headed straight for you. Your pudgy short legged dog Oliver is a sweet boy but mischievous. He playfully nips at your ankle wagging his little nub of a tail. He was your husband’s dog but you both knew he loved you more. Oliver being the carefree pup he was made no attempt to hide his preference for you. It was you after all who feeds him and gives him the most excellent belly rubs. Just like the one you’re giving him now. The chubster was in heaven enjoying every moment of it until something caught his attention.

Immediately he rolls over and is up on his four little feet, you try to hold him back but he shot up like lighting running to the edge of your property. 

“Ollie no! Get back here!” You try your best to get his attention in a whispering shout as you hear before you see what had gotten his attention. “Ollie!” you continue your quiet shouting. It was Ollie’s attention you were trying to get not his. Not the man riding in on his bike. You had noticed him the day you were moving in. He had made you a little nervous the way he stared you up and down as took a puff of his cigarette. His dark hair hung just above his shoulders and he was covered in tattoos. You immediately got prison vibes from him. As you went back and forth from the car to your new home carrying boxes, you found yourself sneaking little peaks at him convincing yourself that it was just in case he ever tried anything you could give an accurate description of him to the police.

He had never taken his eyes off you.

“Ollie! Get over her now!” you desperately pleaded with him, not daring to leave the safety of the dark little spot where you like to hide out when you smoke your cigs.

Ollie starts barking as your neighbor parks. Ollie dares to get closer and barks even more.

“Get away you little shit!” He says to the little fur monster that was once your sweet boy. You see your neighbor trying to shoo your dog. “Get back the fuck where you belong.”

You sigh knowing you had to go get your boy before he takes a bite out of this man and really pisses him off. “I’m so sorry. Ollie come here, leave him alone.” you apologize.

He looks almost surprised to see you. Since moving in you’d done your best to avoid having to see the man. Peeking out the window like a nosy neighbor and waiting until he wasn't around just so you could go to work. 

“He’s a sweet boy, really he is.” you explain, hoping to convince the unnerving man.

“Yeah, yeah, I see that.” He said sarcastically., clearly not buying a word of it.

“No really,” you let a weak laugh. “I promise you he is. He just gets triggered by loud noises. See.” You point to Oliver who is now wagging his nub again and looking up at your neighbor with the most derpiest face ever. 

He looks down and busts out laughing when he sees Ollie’s face. Ollie responds with an adorable little howl.

And just like that the two of them became best buds.Who would have thought a rough around the edges looking man would have a soft spot for furballs. Maybe it was seeing this man now giving Ollie head pats and belly rubs and how it made him look less threatening or maybe it was the moon but before you could stop yourself you held your hand out to him. “I’m sorry I’ve not had the chance to introduce myself, I’m y/n”

He takes your hand in his and looks at you. “Coco. And it’s cool. You have now.” He looks down at your pup. “And you’re Ollie, huh.” You nod all too aware of the fact that he hasn’t let go of your hand and the look on his face tells you that he’s aware that you haven’t tried to pull your hand away.

He flashes you a crooked smile and you blush. Which only makes him widen his smile more. He shows mercy and lets your hand go, takes a step back to give you both space. You appreciated his kindness but the truth is he needed a little space too. He pulls his box of cigarettes and lights one up.

He looks at the box in your hand. “Menthol's?” and rolls his eyes, “of course.”

“What?”

He shrugs, “nothing it’s just that you know, girls like menthol’s”

You laugh. “Not all girls. A lot of girls don’t like them.” You had plenty of girl friends who couldn’t stand them and knew of a few guys who loved them.

“The girlies ones do.” He states as a matter of fact.

‘Whatever. Some guys like them too. Have you ever tried one?” You ask him.

“No! And I don’t wanna.”

“Oh come on, try it.” You hand him your cigarette. “You might like it.” Daring the tough looking man to take it.

“Nah, I’m good.” He waves his hand trying to shoo it away.

“Aw. Come on, you know you want to try it.” You insist.

Coco eyes your cigarette for a moment and you can tell he’s thinking about it. He hesitates but then curiosity gets the better of him, he reaches for it and chuckles, “You’re a bad influence.”

He takes a puff and nearly chokes on it. “Ugh, that’s disgusting. You tryna kill me. Fuck. Ima hafta call the police on you. Officer, I swear this cute girl tryna murder me with her fuckin’ poison menthols.” He’s looks at you like you’re a strange creature he’s never encountered before, “You’re a fuckin’ weirdo. Seriously, that shit’s gross.”

You both laugh and Ollie looks at you two like both of you are weirdos but he sees you and his new best bud getting along and that makes him happy.

He grows silent studying your features in the moonlight while you hold at your sides unable to control your fit of laughter, he was positive that your ribs would be sore tomorrow. He's no longer laughing with you but his warm eyes are now filled with amusement. He can’t recall a time in which he made a woman laugh like that before. It was both mesmerizing and intoxicating to him.

You giggling ebbs slowly until it comes to a full halt.

You stare in each other's eyes, neither of you saying a thing to each other but you smile at him and he returns the smile. It was in that moment that you knew your brown eyed neighbor and Ollie weren’t the only ones who had just become best friends.

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More Coco? Yes! More Please!

[cloveroctobers]

JOHNNY COCO CRUZ — Spring Writings 🩵

A/N: Thank you to all those that voted on that poll and it has been awhile since I last wrote for coco so why not? This is definitely AU based for how I envision a better life for our coco bean and there’s no need to explain it any further. It’s spring and most of us are coming off that S.A.D. so we want happiness around here, so that’s what we’re damn well gonna get! This was also inspired by some events that happened last Friday 🤭

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & I’m using: 6. Hanging a porch swing together + 7. I don’t think she noticed my new cut.

WARNINGS: language, mentions of blood and body injuries + Letty’s smart ass mouth—the usual.

⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀

Getting back home was the best part of Coco’s day. The big move from Santo Padre to Ojai was the best choice all of you made years ago.

(Coco and Letty more recently.)

This was home.

A awful green ranch built in 1955 with .42 acres of land was not something coco ever really saw in his future. He never had a place that truly felt like his and all that hard work along with time finally paid off. In fact he didn’t think he’d actually be alive this long to showcase what a home should feel like. Day by day his purpose was still something he was trying to figure out without realizing that he’s been living it.

He rides up the curvy slope of the driveway, waiting for the gate to open up wide enough for his bike to fit through. The dark eyed man glances to his left towards the front door, sensing something even before he cut the engine to his bike. He’ll move it to the garage later, leaving it behind next to your car before carrying up the pathway to the front door.

Coco enters the home, tv on from his left showing some rerun of a reality show that Letty was binge watching. The mushroom play tent that blocks the front window of the home is bare and does not hold your three year old daughter, Haven. He thinks nothing of it until he makes that right down the hallway where the bedrooms sit, hearing crying from Haven and barking from your tosa.

His nostrils flare, hands going to his waist as he cautiously makes his way into the main bedroom. He immediately spots Letty bouncing a crying Haven on her knee as her other hand is moving rapidly against the screen of her phone.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Coco asks as he spots the dog still barking and scratching at the bathroom door.

Letty snaps her head up to look at him, “thank fu—fudge you finally got here! I’ve been texting and leaving you messages.”

His eyes are still locked on the door, which is now missing a door knob as he gently rests a hand down on Haven’s head to kiss the vitiligo patch on her temple. She makes grabbing motions for him which he obliges, tears streaming down her round cheeks, while he brings the toddler into his chest who rests her head there and seems to calm just a bit as she heaves to subside her cries.

Coco pats and rubs her back soothingly as Letty gets back to her feet, using her foot to nudge Jody the Tosa out of the way, “I went to a meeting after work, I sent that in the group chat before I shut my phone off.”

“Yeah newsflash, maybe you shouldn’t do that when you have a very vocal fucking baby at home.” Letty bites as she knocks on the door leaning downwards, “y/n, coco’s here!” She tells before whipping her head back to her father, “Now fix the door.”

He’s confused as he makes his way over to the bathroom door, spotting a stain of blood dripping from the outside of where the doorknob was supposed to be. “What the fuck did you do Leticia?”

“Me?! I didn’t do anything!” Letty yells while her brows immediately frown, “your girlfriend somehow locked herself in the bathroom and has been in there for I don’t know maybe an hour or an hour in a half? She managed to punch the knob out after I loosened it.”

Coco shakes his head, eyeing the tools tossed all over the floor and hands Haven back to Letty, “take your sister and go feed her, she’s probably hungry and it’s past dinner time.”

“Shit, I lost track of time.” Letty stands up straight and scrambles to leave the room but not without calling back out to you, “if coco doesn’t get it y/n, I’m calling the locksmith!”

Coco sucks his teeth as he shoos the girl out of your shared room, “I am the locksmith.”

Letty widens her eyes with a scrunch of her nose, “we don’t need anymore injuries in this household thank you, we have a baby in the house.”

Coco rolls his eyes as it’s his turn to go into a squat position and peer through the gap, it’s slightly blocked by the remaining latch bolt. He peeks in just enough to see you laying on your back on the rug, bandaged hand cradled to your chest as you’re staring up at the ceiling.

Completely over it.

“Hey, mamita. What happened?”

Your head lolls to the side to meet coco’s dark eye, “I went to unlock the door and it wouldn’t budge. Took Letty fifteen minutes to realize I was stuck in here since she’s so deep into Shahs of Sunset and I didn’t have my phone on me. I managed to punch the knob out.”

“Why not kick? Now you done fucked up your hand I see.”

“Rather that than my foot.” You wiggle your toes, “you gonna get me out of here soon right, johnny?”

A crooked smile appears on Coco’s lips then, “I’ll think about it.”

Jody growls at him from his left, making coco suck his teeth while you can be heard laughing from inside the bathroom. “I know this fool isn’t trying to raise up on me?”

“He likes me better.”

“‘Cause he likes to hump your leg.”

“Ew, shut up Johnny!”

Coco laughs and looks at the tools that were previously used: a hanger, a screwdriver, and some hair oil. He analyzes the door, then the mechanism and just shrugs grabbing the hammer to knock the latch clean off the door. It flies towards you, lying about an inch away from where your shoulder lays.

Coco instructs, “You might want to cover your face for this next part.”

“What?” You start just as Coco lunges the claw side of the hammer into the side of the gap, yanking it back with such force he thought the claw would snap. Thankfully it didn’t as it gave way, leaving him to keep swinging the claw into space before switching back to the flat side to knock out the edge of the cheap door.

The door creaks open as he pushes it back once a good chunk of the door is missing. Rolling back to face the door with an arm tossed over your forehead, you meet your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Hey,” he greets almost like a mad man as he’s breathing harshly now at that work he just put in.

You slowly get to your feet to meet both of Johnny’s dark eyes this time, “hey, we’re gonna need a new door.”

You grip the sides of his torso as you peck his jaw in thanks while he just scoffs, “fuck that door. It was a cheap piece of shit and I’ve got a better idea anyway.”

Which could mean anything.

He reaches down to pick up your wrist, examining your injured fingers, “think you broke any of ‘em?”

“Probably that middle finger but the rest im thinking a bad sprain,” you inform while Coco nods his head, figuring you would know better than anyone being a middle school nurse and all.

Coco shakes his head, a signature crooked smile playing on his lips, “Guess you won’t be giving nobody the bird for a little while, huh?”

“I’m left handed anyway.” You remind Coco who nods his head in realization, “thanks for getting me out. How did today go?”

Johnny gives a sharp inhale with a lift of his shoulders, “same shit everyday. We talk about feelings and shit. It’s the anniversary of Hope’s death and I was talkin’ to one of the sponsors there, he gave me some info to look into for Leticia.”

Letty losing not only one but two of her friends tragically was enough to mess with anyone’s mental. She already had a lot going on before that and the move out here steered her in the right direction somewhat. She openly talked about starting her own business after quitting (and being fired) from numerous of jobs. So far being a instructor that provided swimming lessons to toddlers seemed to be the one that stuck while creating a webpage for her upcoming house sitting business.

She was much like Johnny, not wanting to open up and when she gave just enough she didn’t want to be seen as weak. You had enough experience with that yourself, growing up with caregivers in the military that had their own battles which ultimately left you to be raised and adopted by your godmother who was far from rough around the edges. You learned to love Johnny and Letty through it all but you were also firm in letting them both know that you wouldn’t be their punching bag.

You completely changed the trajectory of Johnny and Letty’s life, making them often forget what life was like before you walked in. Yet there were always reminders in the black of their brain and sure you could hold them down but you couldn’t be their sole savior.

They had to find that within themselves.

That’s that deep shit Coco had to hear plenty of times and knew Letty wouldn’t want to but would eventually have to.

“That’s good, babe.” You offer a smile as you squeeze his upper arm, “we’ll talk about it some more when we put that swing up out front.”

You’re getting ready to exit the bathroom when Coco grips your wrist causing you to look back at him.

“The swing? Nah we’re not gettin’ into that with your hand all fucked up.” Coco already decided.

“I’ll supervise.” You beam, “c’mon I’ve been wanting that thing up since the first day of spring and summers approaching in the next few weeks!”

Coco blinks, “and I said I’d get to it.”

“Just like the emissions for my car when I was pregnant with Haven, got stranded and ended up with minor carbon monoxide poisoning?” You pointed out while the tatted man rubs his jaw in annoyance.

Which was enough indication for you to laugh and wrap an arm across his waist, knowing that you won, “fine but like you said, supervise. Not be in my fucken ear like a flea.”

“I know you like to get into your zone when you’re working but what we’re not gonna do is compare your girl and mother of your beautiful baby to an insect.” You yank on his earlobes making him hiss.

Smiling sweetly at him after, you quickly peck his crooked nose and bite his jaw before taking your leave, “glad you’re home, papa.”

Coco rolls his eyes and tossed the hammer into the toolbox, knowing he would get to it later before joining his family in the kitchen.

‘I don’t think she noticed my new cut,’ Coco finds himself thinking as he watches you move around the kitchen, working on heating up the leftovers while he’s tasked with making sure Haven doesn’t start throwing any vegetables she doesn’t like around again and Letty is screaming at the tv.

“Aye, who we yellin’ at?” Coco questions from the dining room which has three views: a sliding door that leads to the backyard to the left, straight ahead the kitchen can be partially seen, and then to the right flows into the living room.

Letty huffs as she tosses her phone down on the couch glancing in Coco and Haven’s direction, “fu—freaking Reza! He’s so annoying!”

“Then cut the shit off and go help y/n warm up the food.” Coco tells Letty who side eyes him.

She snipes, “I already took care of Haven and set the table…what’re you doing coco?”

“Paying bills.”

You twist your lips around in the kitchen, thankful the twenty-one year old couldn’t see your facial expression right now, not that you were ever scared of Letty but you also weren’t in the mood to deal with her mouth, especially being locked in the bathroom for forever.

“And I would be too if y/n didn’t give me a break!” Letty argued.

Finances became really rough once Coco got struck with addiction. Not that it was ever the greatest when Letty lived with Celia but she was the main one who had to hold it down once Coco got infected with the disease. So she didn’t appreciate Coco throwing that in her face when he should have been the adult who paid bills to provide for her and it was always a ongoing argument between the two, which is why you remained quiet once you sensed that starting to brew.

Thankfully with the progress of being sober and getting a job down at the shooting range as a range officer, Coco was on the path of being financially stable and you were the best at managing funds although Coco often clowned you for considering shopping for the house and the girls as “errands,” you were good at having a balance with money and into numbers a bit after living in a transformed school bus turned home (illegally if you want to be technical) with your god-mommy. She was a free-spirited woman who was into protests, loaded with money but still chose to park the bus/home out in the woods on some land that rightfully belonged to her ancestors before the law colonized it. It was sacred land and after her passing you did everything in your power to gain rights to that land yourself, later transforming it into a garden in honor of loved ones lost.

Life was forever blossoming and you always wanted to continue experiencing that growth. When coco came back into your life, it was unexpected but meant to be—you’d like to think. It’s like that saying, “if it comes back around then it’s meant to be.”

The both of you knew each other back in school and lost touch until he moved out here to Ojai. By then he was already in a program, leaving behind the Mayans to better his mental health. You already knew he was in some type of biker gang, thanks to being friends with Gilberto Lopez on Facebook. Curiosity always got the best of you and you didn’t have much to go off of since you couldn’t locate him anywhere on Facebook but found Letty through Celia’s page.

He was barely on Letty’s page too after spotting a comment where she went off on some lady who was friends with Celia, for making inappropriate comments on a picture the twenty-something year old shared for his birthday. It was causal lurking not anything stalker-ish and you didn’t want to reach out to Gilly about coco either since you didnt want to appear desperate—despite your besties begging you to just shoot your shot through Gilly.

That didn’t happen until coco came here.

It was like the universe knew to give you two a second chance and the both of you didn’t want to miss it. However you were content on just being friends but that wasn’t in Coco’s plans once he truly got to know the version of you now. Eventually he got you out of your own stubbornness and wasn’t one to beg but Coco knew you were worth it.

When you’re zoned back in on the conversation, bringing the food out to the table you spotted Letty now sitting in her usual seat resting her cheek into her fist while Coco shoved her shoulder with a snort, evoking the girl to shove him back with a smile just in time for them to start playfully throwing hands but you warn them to, “cut the crap you two, you’re at the table now act like you have some sense please.”

“My bad, mamita.”

“He started it.”

You playfully glare at them as you take your seat, lifting the silicone bib to wipe at the corner of Haven’s mouth before waving your hands along signaling for everyone to start serving themselves.

Johnny and Letty did not hesitate, which led to chatter at the dinner table, making Coco further grateful for this little life.

Later that night with the crickets chirping, the both of you have quality time as you’re seated on the grass while coco is drilling the chains to the swing into the brown beams out front.

“Hey babe, meant to tell you this earlier but I’m feeling the new look.” You announce after putting your phone down from taking many pictures of the process.

Coco glances over at you from the ladder, “yeah? I didn’t think you noticed.”

“Oh I definitely did,” you smile, “loved the Brazilian loose waves just as much as the Gretchen Grundler pigtails but hair grows back and it always fun to switch it up ya know?”

You don’t miss coco rolling his eyes at your attempt of dragging his hair but knows you’re joking nonetheless. He can also tell by the way you’re looking at him from the ground that you’re really a fan of the cut, “I’m almost finished here so you can show me how much you’re digging the hair up in our room, huh?”

Sighing you pout, “only if we weren’t getting up early to hang out with Bruno and Luis.”

That’s right ever since he got with you, he was able to reconnect with his two other kids. It took a lot of fight from Bruno’s mom for coco to be in Bruno’s life—who was now fourteen—threatening back child support out of pettiness (she honestly thought he died because of what Celia once told her after he got locked up) and Luis, who was ten and acting out way before coco came back into his life was still trying to get a feel for this stranger of a man who happened to be his father. Luis was quiet but there was a fire behind the shared eyes he has from his father.

Life was always a timely journey and you taught Coco patience.

“Look at it like this, I’ll have you out by midnight.” Coco smirks, checking his own phone for the time and to see a text from Bruno’s mom to confirm if you guys were still coming out to Montecito.

Bruno and Luis’s mom became good friends, often allowing the boys to spent the night at each other’s houses. Although Luis lived out in Carpinteria with his mother and siblings; which was nowhere from Montecito the two women made it their jobs for the siblings to have a relationship. Which was shocking on Bruno’s mom’s part to be honest. Bruno’s mother was still shady towards you, not liking the fact that coco picked you to spend forever with although she had a new man, she still felt a type of way but you knew not to take that personally…yet you were no punk and wouldn’t always bite your tongue.

You mockingly yawn, stretching your arms above your head, “you know I can’t get into the groove with open doors.”

Coco sucks his teeth, “well you better get used to it mamita, that doors not comin’ back.”

“Qué?”

“That open concept shit you always talk about when we’re watching that home channel…well you’re gonna get it for the bathroom.” Coco double checks that the swing is secure before he starts climbing down the ladder, “and I get a show every time you get out the shower. So everybody wins.”

Scowling at the smirk on your boyfriend’s face, you push off your ankles to your feet, making your way over to the cute farmhouse like swing, “You’re no better than Jody.”

“I’n the fucken man of the house, not the dog.” Coco tells as he slips a hand over your waist as you go to sit on the swing.

“Don’t think I know the difference,” you joke once more as Coco bumps his nose against your cheek, now sitting beside you as you softly sway into the night.

With your good hand, you run a hand over coco’s shortened hair with a smile before resting your head on his shoulder with another yawn, “seee, this is nice isn’t it?”

“Yeah it’s cool but now none of us are going to be in the house.”

All of you were always out and about. If it wasn’t work, coco was out riding or tuning up the bike or doing woodwork, letty was sunbathing and used to be in the hot tub a lot until you two took over and that was enough for her not to want any parts leaving her to run the streets with the car along with Jody in the passenger side or fix up the car coco let her keep. You just liked being in the backyard to be “corny,” in the Cruz’ words one with nature birdwatching or with Haven who liked running around letting you and coco know that she would probably grow up to be involved in some sort of athletics one day. However once those bugs wanted to be seen by you? Then it was time to wrap it up and go right inside.

“We’ll get to enjoy the inside more once we’re old as hell.”

“I like my own personal granny already,” coco laughs while you elbow his gut, “ow, what? You were the one crying about your back the other night?”

“That’s because you left one of your stupid chains to your jeans in the bed.”

“My bad, thought you were into bondage.” Coco felt his lips twitch in humor until you lifted your head to glare at him.

“Johnny.”

“Y/n,” he says back in a warning tone but teasing, “aye show me some love, I got you out that bathroom and put this grandma shit up. You don’t got to bring up old shit, you know?”

“That was two days ago but whatever,” you respond yanking his jaw to turn his lips to brush against yours, “love you papa, now sssh and let’s enjoy the warm night.”

Coco lets out a sigh, squeezing your waist as you get comfortable back against his shoulder. “You better, brat.”

“After you…butt sniffer.”

“Always got to have the last word, don’t you?” Coco sucks his teeth, ready to nudge your head off him if you didn’t look so cute relaxing against him, aware that you were comparing him to a dog yet again while you laugh, tossing your knee over his, intertwining your fingers (the good ones) with his as you sink into the freedom of the night together.

⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀

[drabbles-mc]

Lucky Charm

Coco Cruz x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!

Prompt: four-leaf clover

Word Count: 500

A/N: It's been so long since I've written for Coco but this was such a fun little tidbit to make for him 🥰

There were a lot of things that Coco believed in, but he wasn’t sure if luck was one of them. He was a big believer in fate, that all things both good and bad had to happen to get you where you needed to go. Luck always felt synonymous with chance and that didn’t sit right with him, especially when he thought about you, about the daughter you shared.

It wasn’t until he was elbow-deep in the hood of his car and she came bursting in the garage with a four-leaf clover pinched tightly between her fingers that he really started to buy into it. She was just so little, so excited as she skidded to a stop a few inches away from him.

“Dad!” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

He looked over at her, stray curls falling into his face as he did. He raised his eyebrows as he looked between you standing in the doorway of the garage and the little girl standing in front of him.

Setting down the wrench in his hand, he wiped his hands off on his jeans before crouching to get to her level. “What’s this?”

“A four-leaf clover!” she said, volume increasing along with her excitement levels. “Mama said they’re good luck!”

A smirk curled his lips as he spared you a glance. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” She moved it closer to his face, almost close enough so that he would have to cross his eyes to try and see it properly. “Here! For you.”

“Me?” he asked with a laugh, hand pressing against his chest in a gesture to himself.

“You!” She pressed the clover against the back of his hand, prompting him to turn it so that he could take it from her. “A good luck charm.”

He chuckled as he looked at it in his palm. “Ah, I got you and your Mama over there—I already got more luck than I need.”

“That’s luck you can take with you,” she stated it so matter of factly that he didn’t have any room to argue the point.

“Guess I will then, huh?”

She nodded, pleased with the outcome. She stepped in and threw her arms around him in a hug before taking off back towards the door. “I’m gonna go look for more! Bye! Love you!”

He laughed, calling after her as he stood up and made his way over to you, “Love you back!” He shook his head as he looked at the plant in his hand then back up at you. “Good luck charm, huh?”

You laughed, resting your hands on his shoulders. “I just told her what it was. The rest was all her.”

He smiled and shook his head. “I don’t know if I buy that.”

“You’re a lucky man, Johnny Coco Cruz.” You nodded towards the clover in his hand. “You got the proof of it now.”

He laughed as he pulled you tighter against his side. “Can’t argue with that.”

[broiderie]

Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 34

Sorry. I'm on mobile again to post this, so the Spanish characters are all screwed up. This is a filler chapter, but a fun one. Few tidbits and foreshadowing.

As always- don't steal my shit. It pisses me off.

Warnings: cursing. Me stumbling through the research about service dogs half asleep and hung over. I think that's it.

Once he was certain that Megan was fully asleep, Hank stepped out of bed. He pulled the covers up high so she wouldn't feel the chill as he made his way to the en suite for a warm washcloth. After they were both cleaner, he went over to her dresser and pulled some pajamas out for her and some sweats for himself. He took care, dressing her warmly, before unlocking the bedroom door so that Rex could join them if he felt like it. When he cracked the door, the big dog lifted his head before padding in to his fuzzy dog bed.

Finally, Hank slipped into bed with his love and felt her automatically cuddle close to his body heat. He fell asleep to the comfortable feeling of her steady breathing against his tattoos.

Megan woke slowly to the feeling of her hair being stroked. "Mm... time to get up?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, Creeper will be here in about 45 minutes. I wanted you to have time to shower before we ride," Hank murmered."We can tie your hair up so it's not wet."

"Mm Kay," she snuggled close to his chest and rubbed her eyes with her fist.

Hank chuckled and kissed her forehead. "You know that means you and I actually have to move, right?"

Megan whined softly and Hank fought not to react. It was a very similar sound to one she had made the night before. "But you're so warm..."

He laughed again and guided her face up to kiss her good morning properly. "I know, mi reina. Lemme go turn on the water for you so the bathroom's warm, too." He patted her hip gently and then slid out of bed, being sure to tuck the blankets close around her.

While he got the shower heating, Megan sat up in bed, drawing Rex's attention.

The big dog padded over for a morning greeting. She stretched and scratched his ears contentedly.

A knock on the door frame of the cracked door drew her attention.

"Morning, Chica- You alright?" Taza asked between yawns.

"Morning, Papa. Yeah, I'm okay. Not really awake."

Her father chuckled. "I figured. Did you get some sleep at least?"

Megan's face heated a bit. "Yeah. Hank got me to sleep."

"Good. Want me to braid your hair for you or are you riding with wet hair?"

"Would you go ahead and braid it, please? Just going to keep my hair dry in the shower."

"Alright, Sweetheart. Turn on the bed so I can reach and you can stay warm. We need to get a heater for in here. It's not normally this chilly in October." Taza gathered her extra hair brush and hair ties. "Warrior braids?"

"Yes, please."

By the time Taza had Megan's hair braided, Hank came out of the steaming bathroom. "Morning, Taza."

"Good morning. I've got coffee on and Creeper should be here soon." He tied off Megan's braids before going over to rummage through the heirloom jewelry box on her vanity. He came back with a set of silver hair sticks that he used to fasten her braids up out of the way of the shower water. "Just pull the sticks and your braids will come down." He kissed the top of her head. "Dress warm, Chica. We'll put on your braid wraps after your shower."

Megan yawned. "Thank you, Papa."

"You're welcome, Chica." She finally peeled herself out of bed and kissed Hank before stumbling into the bathroom for a quick shower.

Hank shook his head and smiled. "I loosened the lids on her skin stuff so she should be good."

Taza laughed. "She's still so groggy. Maybe, this once, you'd better pick out her clothes. Got a text from the Reaper. They say it's going to be chilly up there for the next few days. Might even rain."

Hank nodded and moved to the closet to grab a fuzzy pullover from Megan's wardrobe. He held it out to Taza. "Can you add that to the stuff for in the van? Gives her an extra layer option."

"Sure, Hermano." Taza took the shirt and smiled before leaving the room.

By the time he heard the water turn off, Hank was dressed in a Henley and jeans with his thick socks on. He had a hoody out as well as his rarely used leather jacket for under his kutte. He'd also laid out a layered outfit for Megan.

On the bed was a heavy pair of black jeans, her white sun shirt, a band tee to go over it and a heavy hoody. Her leather jacket was already under her kutte. Just as he pulled a pair of heavy wool socks from her drawer, Megan stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in her robe. She shivered in the cooler air of the bedroom. "C 'mere, Princessa. Let's get you dressed. I laid out some warm clothes you can layer. Your friends up north texted to be sure we knew to dress you warm enough for the ride," he said, opening his arms to pull her close. "That outfit, alright?"

Megan glanced at the bed and nodded before pressing close to take a steadying breath of Hank's scent. "Yeah. I'm nervous."

Hank tilted her face up to meet her eyes. "Why?" He didn't try to reassure her just yet. He knew she had every right to be nervy.

"My first run. And- what if the Kings find something wrong with the plan? It's my plan. If they don't take it- we're fucked."

Hank nodded. "I understand. The Kings know a good deal when they see one. I think they'll jump at this deal. As for your first run- yeah. I get that." He smiled down at her and kissed her lips softly as he rocked gently with her in his arms. "My first run, I was a prospect." He chuckled. "I'd partied the night before a big run and was so hungover I had to stop to hurl twice on the way to the clubhouse."

Megan giggled. "I can't imagine you as a prospect..."

Hank chuckled before helping her to ease out of her robe and begin dressing. "Your papa and tios have a ton of embarrassing stories about my year prospecting. They probably even have some old photos floating around."

"Who was your sponsor?" she asked as he helped ease the long sleeve over her soft cast.

"Your papa. Part of why we've always been so close."

Megan smiled and finished dressing. "I'd love to see those pictures-"

"What pictures?" Taza asked as he slipped into the room with a travel mug of coffee for Megan.

She sat on her vanity stool to pull on her socks as Hank gathered her holsters. He handed her the ankle holster to strap on, followed by her back up gun. "Pictures of Hank as a prospect. He was just telling me about his first run."

Taza laughed. "Oh, he was so hungover. He was practically green." He glanced mischievously at Hank. "Didn't you blow chunks at every stop before Vegas?"

Hank grinned sheepishly. "Yeah. And it wasn't any better when we got there and Bishop immediately made me take a shot of tequila." He threaded Megan's belt with the knife sheath at the small of her back and her small fighting knife tucked at her hip before helping her shrug into her holster. Taza grabbed her thigh bag and passed it to him, too, while Megan fastened her wallet chain and put her phone in the holster.

"He just wanted to celebrate your first run, brother."

"Bullshit. He wanted to drive home a point about parties before business and he did it well." Hank stood back to look Megan over. "I think you're good, mi amore."

"Almost." Taza held up the braid wraps they'd bought on the last trip. "What color?"

Megan looked them over and sipped her coffee. "Green, I think. To match my patch."

"Good choice," her father said as he quickly laced the leather wraps for her. "Creep got your bluetooth in your helmets this morning. And the new comms systems are ready to go on the bikes. The prospect is installing them during Templo."

"That'll make things a lot easier at the front of the pack," Hank noted as he came out of the bathroom after styling his own hair.

"Oh," Megan looked at Hank. "Is my dust scarf still in the saddle bags?"

"Yes, mi reina. And so are your back up sunglasses." He pressed a kiss to her nose making her giggle.

"Alright- Creep and I loaded the bags and blankets. He's got the crock pot and the condiments and tortillas in the van already. All that's left is to head to the clubhouse," Taza said.

In the Kitchen, Creeper was just packing up his micro-tool kit when they came out. "Mornin' Hank, Little Princess. You should be all set." He patted Megan's helmet.

"Thanks, Creep," Megan smiled and hugged him gently.

The road captain grinned. "Nah. Wasn't nothin."

"How's it work?" Hank asked curiously. "Well- you've got an earpiece since you wear a half-shell. It'll automatically be an open channel with the Princessa. If you wanna connect with the group speaker system, you'll press the button on your earbud." Creeper showed him the button. "It's got a clip to clip to your chin strap too so it don't fall out on you."

"And Megan's?" Hank asked.

"Same deal, just hers is wired into her helmet beneath the last padding layer. It doesn't look too different, but you can hear everything each of you says to each other on the bike." He tilted the helmet to show her a button on the hinge of her jaw piece of her helmet. "For connecting to the speakers."

Taza grinned." That's awesome, man."

Creeper smiled. "Wait until I finish with the princess' bike. She'll be the easiest run riding bike in the club."

After coffee refills in travel mugs, Megan loaded Rex into the passenger seat of the van. She pulled on her jacket and kutte and slid on her newly mic'd helmet for the trip to the clubhouse.

They spent the morning planning the route and trip back up to Charming. The suggestion to meet in Vegas had been shot down by the Irish Kings. They didn't want to be that far from their escape route. Instead, Santo Padre would come to them.

"Will we stay in Oakland again?" Megan asked.

"Not this time, Poquito. Your Tio Marcus has asked that Diana and Tessa focus on packing so that they can be ready to move down here as soon as possible," Bishop said as he sipped his coffee.

They'd ended up closing the bar completely so they could spread out to plan the trip while eating. With EZ on guard outside while he worked on the bikes, it was safe enough.The table in front of them had maps, coffee mugs, and dirty plates every where.

"No. We'll overnight in a motel on the way up, but once there, Charming has arranged accommodations on neutral ground," Riz explained. "They have a reservation near them as well and the tribe there have offered their lodge."

Taza nodded,"The Wahiwa are good people. They're allies to Charming, but no more than we are. Neutral enough to be safe."

Bishop nodded again. "We'll meet the Irish on Rez too. Safer for all involved."

"How many kings actually came?" Hank asked.

"Three. Brogan, Patterson, and O'Leary. Apparently they travel only in threes." Bishop chuckled.

Megan grinned a little too. "And what will my part be in this?" she asked. "Will I need to be silent or speak out if I see something?"

"Well, you'll probably have your skills challenged at some point. They'll want assurances you can do the job. And you can always speak out," her tio assured her.

"Will me being a woman cause issues? Should I act meek and mild or carry my rank?" Megan asked.

Hank snorted and drew her against his side. "The Army doesn't give a shit if you're male or female. Just that you can do the job. As for how to act- be you. If they've got a problem with it, they can get in the ring just like everyone else."

"Hank's right, Chica. Don't cow-tow to these Irish pricks. They'll walk all over you if you do," Taza nodded at the big man.

"So- like I was at the meeting with all the clubs before shit hit the fan?" she asked.

"Right. Keep your head high, but the Irish are an affectionate lot by nature. They won't bat an eye to the way we treat you. We'll introduce you by your title first before your rank. That'll make things a lot clearer to them," Riz assured her. Apparently, despite not holding office- these political games were Riz's specialty. He knew more about all the players than the others.

Bishop looked to Angel. "And Adelita? Did she reply to the message you left her?"

Angel nodded and sat forward. "She did." He cleared his throat. "She also agreed to keep the sat phone close for the entire run just in case the Kings want a conversation."

"Then it sounds like we're set. All that's left is to pack the van and check the bikes." Bishop looked around. "Brothers, this is an all hands on deck run, but it's also possibly the most important run of our lives. Don't fuck it up."

They quickly packed up all the maps and things and put the bar back together. Bishop went to give Chucky instructions about the scrapyard while Taza and Hank took Megan to get the back of the van set up as a rest area for her. She was nearly back to full strength, but she hadn't yet built the endurance for these long runs on a bike. They also weren't sure that the vibrations and leaning on the bike wouldn't irritate her healing bones over a long period of time.

They set up the back bench seat with the blankets and pillows they'd brought and stashed water bottles in a cooler for everyone as well as snacks for the ride. Megan also discovered that someone had found a dog bowl with a magnetic bottom and set it up on the steel floor of the van for Rex.

"All good, Little Princess?" Creep asked as he finished packing go bags in the cargo area.

"All good, Creep. Thanks for letting Rex ride along." Megan smiled and petted her dog.

"Course. Me and the pooch get along fine. Besides- where you go, he goes-right?"

"Right."

Hank pressed a kiss to her temple. "C'mon mi amore. Let's check the bike out. I'll show you how to do road checks for when you start riding."

Megan grinned. "Like you and Papa won't be going along right behind me checking and rechecking anyway..."

Creeper snorted a laugh and couldn't help but grin as Megan giggled.

Hank mock glared at his brother. "You stay outta this. She don't need the encouragement to sass me."

Creep threw his hands up in surrender. "Well she ain't wrong either."

Megan laughed again, "And like you won't be right behind them, Creeper."

"And half the club right behind HIM," Taza joked.

They spent the rest of the morning checking over all the bikes to be sure they were at peak performance levels. This was a long ride and the bikes had to be ready to take the wear and tear. They also tried out the new speaker systems on Hank, Taza, and Bishop's bikes. They could now communicate in more than hand signs and head nods while riding.

Bishop grinned and wiped his hands on a rag while he watched Hank guiding Megan through a basic fluids check on his Road King.

Taza joined him in watching with a smile of his own.

"He can't wait for that soft cast to come off so she can learn to ride, can he?" Bishop asked.

"No, he can't. I thought he'd be a wreck over the idea, but apparently he's not." Taza nudged Bishop with his shoulder. "You're waiting for it too. Want her back in the ring."

"You ain't wrong. Poquito and I have a blast during her lessons." Bish propped himself on his bike seat and crossed his arms across his chest. "We really do need to find someone to teach her to use those knives too."

Taza nodded. "Agreed, but have you ever seen her kitchen knife skills? Even left handed? I'm not sure la princessa was as innocent to knife work as we thought."

About then Coco walked past, snorting gleefully. "No shit. Didn't she say she hunted? Bet she could give Filipe a run for his money in a butcher shop."

That made them pause.

"Shit. Coco's right." Bishop smiled. "Another good skill to have..."

Once all the bikes were as perfect as they could make them, Bishop let out a high pitched whistle. "Let's go see Patty for lunch before we roll. We can leave from there."

Megan loaded Rex into the passenger seat of the van and kissed his head. "Be good for Creep."

Creeper ruffled the dogs ears. "We'll be fine, Little Princess. At least he won't complain about my music like Gilly does."

At the diner, Megan watched as those who didn't want to be associated with the club quickly got their food to go. In the meantime, the waitress dress code became much more risque.

The club settled at tables as usual and were swarmed by the wait staff. Megan found herself in a familiar position at the inside of a booth with Hank beside her. Across from her sat Taza and next to him was Bishop.

After ordering from the little blonde Hank put in her place before, Bishop sat back in his seat and looked at Megan. "So, Poquito, how's the panic attacks?"

Megan smiled. "Much better Tio. Haven't had one in a while. Well- an unprovoked one at least."

"Yeah. Galindo causing that one doesn't count. Not having the same trouble when you can't see Hank or Taza?"

She shook her head. "No. I think..." she paused and looked at Taza. "I think, knowing that Palo is dead and he was the last threat from my old life... I think that settled something inside me."

Hank slid an arm around her shoulders and squeezed gently. "She still doesn't like crowds, but she's no worse than Coco."

"And Rex really helps," Megan said, petting him under the table. Patty had allowed him to come in once Taza explained his purpose to her. They were going to look into getting him the training to qualify him as a service dog. He already was task training himself.

"He definatly seems to keep her calmer," Taza agreed.

Bishop nodded again. "Good. Keep him close. Don't let this meeting interfere. The Reaper understands your situation. The Irish will as well."

"I'll just stay close to my anchors. I shouldn't need to be out of sight of all of you at once, surely."

Taza thought a second. "You shouldn't need to be, but is there a Son you'd feel comfortable with, just in case? Venus won't be there. Not for club business anyway."

Megan tilted her head as she considered. "Happy, I think. I might do okay with Chibs too, but Happy is the most likely one."

Hank chuckled. "Well, he did give you his number, mi Princessa. Why not shoot him a text and ask him if he'll be there?"

"No reason he wouldn't," Bishop said. "He's SAA. He'll stick close to the Scot while the Irish are in town."

Hank shrugged. "Still can't hurt for her to ask. I'll talk to him either way when we get there." He smiled down at her before kissing her forehead. "Go ahead, mi amore. Text him."

The blonde waitress returned with their drinks as Megan texted the Son. Talk turned to plans while they were in Charming. The elder bikers were planning to keep the younger ones out of the Sons of Anarchy's way as much as possible. That meant keeping them away from Diosa and Red Woody unless it was a club function.

Before their food came out, Megan's phone buzzed on the table. She turned it over to check it and laughed a little.

"What's up, Chica?" Taza asked with a grin.

"I said I was checking to be sure he'd be there in case I need an anchor in the Reapers. He replied with a picture of, what I assume, is his anchor tattoo." She showed it to Hank, who confirmed it was. "Guess that's a yes."

Hank chuckled. "I'd say so, Princessa."

"So la princessa de los Mayas is also becoming fast friends with the Sons Sargent at Arms." Bishop shook his head ruefully. "Who'd have thought that nervous little thing that we met at the casino would become one of our clubs greatest assets."

Megan blushed and sipped her soda.

The food arriving broke the mood. The men all had cheeseburgers and mountains of french fries. Megan had ordered a patty melt and fries as well. They all dug in cheerfully. Hank watched in satisfaction as Megan finished her sandwich while chatting with Bishop about his plans to continue to upgrade the boxing ring at the clubhouse. She almost finished her fries as well before she pushed the plate away. She'd eaten well at breakfast too. He was proud of her returning appetite.

Once everyone was done eating and Bishop had paid, it was finally time for the entire club to head North to Charming.

"Alright, mi amore. I know we're mic'd now, but the signal if you need to pull over is the same-" Hank said, fastening his helmet before zipping Megan's leather jacket and then her kutte. "Three taps at my waist and I'll pull over as soon as it's safe to do so."

Megan grinned." Okay-" She pulled her helmet on and automatically lifted her chin for Hank to snap her chin strap.

Taza chuckled at her motion as Hank did up her strap. He couldn't help but notice that she always fastened her own helmet when she rode with him.

Hank handed her a pair of stretchy wool gloves. "Here. Use these since you can't wear your leather with the cast."

She pulled them on and giggled as she realized everyone else was already on their bikes and they were just waiting on Hank to leave.

"Good girl." He kissed her knuckles and handed her her sunglasses before getting on his bike so she could mount behind him.

"Ready?" Bishop asked with a smirk. Megan lifted a hand to give him a thumbs up.

The bikes started with a roar that sent gooseflesh down Megan's spine. Bishop gave the signal and started out with Taza and Hank with Megan next. The others all fell into formation with Creeper and Rex in the van guarding their six.

Megan and Hank enjoyed the new bluetooth system immensely. They were able to hold a full conversation on the bike and that made it the best thing ever. In fact they were so involved in their conversation about the books they were currently reading that Megan jumped when the new speaker on the bike echoed in her ear.

"Alright lovebirds. Ready for a fuel stop?" Bishop asked.

Hank chuckled and touched the button on the side of his earpiece that opened the wider channel. "Sure. Give la princessa time to stretch too."

He closed the channel and signaled to Coco behind him. Taza passed the signal back to Angel at the same time.

Megan giggled softly in his ear. "Didn't realize we'd been riding that long."

"Me either," Hank replied. "How ya doing? Any pain?"

"Stiff, but no pain. My legs might cramp though. Won't know until I get off."

"How chilled are you?" he asked seriously. "The wind is kinda brutal today."

"My legs are pretty cold and so are my hands, but the layers and being behind you are keeping my core pretty warm."

"Alright." Hank reached to open the comm channel again. "Can we let Megan warm up when we stop? The cold's cutting straight through these gloves."

This time it was Taza that answered. "GPS says the gas station has a coffee place next to it. Let's stop in there."

"Yeah. Could use a cup myself," Bishop agreed.

A few minutes later, they pulled off the highway at a tiny fuel station. As Hank pulled up to a pump, he guided Megan off the back of the bike. To both their surprise, her legs didn't spasam as they had her first long ride. They'd been going for over two hours.

"You good, Ma?" Coco asked from behind her as she removed her helmet.

"Yeah. I'm good, Coco. A little surprised at how good to be honest." She gunned at the sniper.

He chuckled. "Nah. Told you you'd get used to it."

As Hank filled the tank, Megan checked her cell phone. There were a few texts from Letty checking in and one from her Tia asking her to call when they stopped for the night to talk to Tessa. She quickly replied to those. There was another text from an unknown number though that didn't make sense.

It simply read "We're watching".

Megan frowned. She saw Taza was finished fueling and went to show it to him. "Papa- look at this."

Taza took the phone and frowned. "What the fuck?"

"I don't know. I don't know the number either."

Bishop joined them. "What's up?"

Taza passed him the phone. "Any idea who?"

"Nah. But it could be a burner phone too." He shook his head. "But why would they be texting Poquito? And on her personal?"

"No clue. Who all has this number, Chica?" Taza asked, handing it back.

"The club, Mama, Venus, Tia Diana, Letty, and Happy," Megan said as she tucked it back in her phone holster. "Anyone else has my old number- my burner."

"Don't answer it. It could be a wrong number," Bishop said.

"Or it could be someone trying to track your cell phone movements," Taza said. "Either way- ignore it. Once we're on the Wahiwa land they won't be able to track it anyway. Not without tribal jurisdiction."

Megan nodded. "Alright. I'll let you know if I get anything else."

"Good girl." Taza tucked her into his side while they waited for Hank. "You doing alright?"

"Yeah. Kinda chilled, but I'm not struggling like last time." She leaned into his warmth.

Bishop gently chafed her good hand. "Your hands are like ice, Poquito."

"I know, but my leather gloves don't fit over my soft cast. These wool ones help but the wind cuts right through them."

Angel sidled up to them just in time to hear that last bit. "Shit, Shorty. Your man's got kutte pockets for a reason. Put them hand-sicles in them as you ride." He smirked.

Everyone stared at the tall Mayan.

"What?" Bishop asked.

"La princessa should ride with her hands in Hank's kutte pockets. It's what I make girls do when they say the wind bothers their hands." Angel shrugged.

Taza shook his head in wonder. “Why didn't we think of that?”

Once they were all refueled, they moved their bikes to the coffee shop next door. While they sat at tables, EZ went up to order for them.

Megan leaned into Hank's side in a booth and petted Rex contentedly while the cold seeped out of her bones.

"Excuse me," a voice broke into their conversation, "but there's no dogs allowed in here." It was a barista with a sour look on her face.

EZ came back with a tray with everyone's hot drinks on it. "He's a training service dog," he said matter of factly. "He's a PTSD dog. You can't deny him entry."

She wrinkled her nose. "Yes, I can."

"No. You can't. There's no licensing for a service dog, just training, which he's doing right now. He's not being disruptive or damaging property. He's training with his person. Legally, all you can do is ask two questions- is he a service animal trained to perform tasks and what tasks he's trained to perform." EZ said as he handed out drinks. He winked at Megan. "I did my research."

The barista huffed off.

"Nice going, Prospect," Taza grinned.

"Well… I also may have covered our ass and enrolled la princessa's pooch in an online training course for service dogs." He shrugged a bit. "His patches are in the mail."

Bishop frowned. "You did that without consulting anyone?"

EZ held the open edges of his kutte. "Yes sir. I did. But this way no one can stop Megan from keeping Rex with her all the time."

"And who's paying for it?" Taza asked.

"I did." The prospect shrugged a bit uncomfortably. "I didn't want her denied access somewhere because of him."

Hank frowned. "You should have come to us, Prospect."

Ez nodded. "I'm sorry if I overstepped. I just knew that everyone else was tied up with this run and club business. I didn't want anyone to worry about it if I could just fix it for her."

Megan squeezed Hank's hand and looked up at him "He was only trying to help."

Bishop sighed. "Initiative is a wonderful thing- but don't do it again. Put it to at least one patched member first next time, Prospect."

EZ nodded again. "Yes Sir."

"And let me know how much it was for the course." Taza said "I'll reimburse you."

"Of course, Taza." EZ smiled at Megan. "l'll go over what to say to people like that with you this evening when we have downtime."

"Thanks, EZ."

They finished their drinks and loaded up to ride again. They stopped once more for fuel, but the third time they stopped they pulled into the parking lot of a motel. Megan stretched her back tiredly as Bishop took Angel inside to arrange for rooms for them all. As the new Secretary, this would be part of Angel's duties on long rides like this. The sun was setting and Megan shivered as she unzipped her kutte and jacket.

"You alright, mi reina?" Hank asked as he locked the bike down.

Megan yawned a little and grinned as Creeper released Rex so he could run across the parking lot to her. "Yeah. Tired and stiff, but I'm okay." She squatted down so Rex could sniff her ears.

"We'll be inside soon. We'll probably have to double up from the looks of this parking lot." Hank rubbed the back of her neck gently. The new Kevlar kept her from feeling more than pressure through her kutte.

"It's just for one night. We'll manage." She leaned against him when she got back to her feet.

Bishop returned triumphantly with Angel trailing behind as the lighted vacancy sign went out. "We got the last five rooms they had, but one room is a king and not two queens." He smirked at Megan and Hank. "Think you'll survive sharing a bed?"

Gilly snorted a laugh. "I think they'll live."

"Just keep it down. You're right in the middle of the block," Angel said laughing.

Megan and Hank got their backpacks and the one packed for Rex from the van before accepting their key from Bishop. They were between Bishop and Taza and Creeper and Riz. Coco and Gilly roomed together leaving the brothers to share as well.

Megan immediately put out and filled both of Rex's bowls when they got inside. Only after he was eating did she remove her kutte and leather jacket.

Hank chuckled and put their backpacks on the dresser. "Now, how sore are you, really?"

She smiled at him as she tried to work the buckles of her thigh bag to remove it. "Not too bad..." Hank gave her a long look and her facade crumbled a bit as she grimaced. "I feel like I've been worked over in the ring. Like I'm one big bruise."

He nodded. "About what I thought. You really should have taken a break in the van."

"But I was enjoying myself riding with you."

He drew her into his arms and stroked down her back soothingly. "I know, mi amore. I was too. But you shouldn't push yourself. Tomorrow, why don't you ride in the van for the first leg at least? You can try to nap with Rex and then ride with me later."

She grimaced again as his rubbing hit a particularly sore spot. "I don't want to give up."

"You aren't." Hank kissed her softly and cupped her chin. "Do you know why Creeper drives the van on long runs, Princessa?"

"He's Road Captain. Road Captain drives the van."

He moved to sit in the chair in the room and guided her to sit with him across his lap. "That's true here, but not everywhere. Creep drives the van because he has an old shoulder injury from a gunshot. It doesn't effect him on the day to day, but on long runs- the vibrations of the bikes put him in a lot of pain. Your Papa and tio noticed and made that rule." He cuddled her against his chest and nuzzled her hair. "There's nothing wrong with allowing your body the time it needs. The guys will agree with me."

She huffed a sigh. "My shoulder really hurts. My wrist too."

"Then you should rest them." He lifted her chin to kiss her. "Let's pin your braids up so you can take a hot shower. I'll ask your papa to bring us back dinner when they go out."

They did just that. After she got in the shower, Hank stepped out to knock on Taza and Bishop's door- leaving Rex on guard.

Taza opened the door, straightening the collar of the fresh shirt he was wearing after his own shower. "All good, hermano?"

Hank nodded. “All good. Megan overdid it a little bit today. I've got her showering now, but I'm going to try to get her to take some pain meds and rest. Can you bring us back some dinner when you guys go?"

Bishop appeared behind Taza worriedly. "Of course we will. Is Poquito alright?"

"She's very sore. Nothing some rest won't help."

"Why didn't she ride with Creeper part of the way?" Taza asked.

"She said she was enjoying the ride too much. She's going to start tomorrow in the van, though. Give her body a break before the ride into Charming." Hank rubbed his hair and sighed. "She said she didn't want to give up. I told her about Creep."

Taza blew out an exasperated breath. "Good. We'll bring back food. You go sit on her and make her rest tonight."

"We won't start too early tomorrow either. Not before nine. Try to get her to sleep in if you can," Bishop added.

"I'll try."

Back in the room, Hank found Megan on the floor using Rex as a pillow to read her book. He couldn't help but smile at the massive dog curled around her like a puppy. His head had shot up when the door unlocked, but he relaxed at the sight of Hank. "Comfy, mi Princessa?"

Megan smiled up at him from her cozy spot as she put down her book. She'd put on the sleep shorts and tank top with Harley Davidson logos all over them and topped it with his hoody. "Yeah. Didn't want to lay down on the bed and fall asleep in case we need to go anywhere else."

He settled himself near enough to her to touch without disturbing her. "Nah. Bish and Taza are going to bring us some dinner from wherever they end up eating."

Her shoulders relaxed a little. "Good. When are we leaving tomorrow?"

"Bish said he wasn't rolling his ass out of bed until at least nine, so we should sleep in." He leaned over to kiss her softly. "I think you should take some of the ibuprofen tonight, Princessa. Help with the pain some."

She wrinkled her nose at him.

"I know- but it's better to be ahead of it than to chase it. And we need you sharp tomorrow when we get to Charming. You can't be at your best if you're hurting and tired. It won't make you floaty either."

"I know. I just hate taking damn pills."

Hank retrieved the pills from inside his kutte and handed her two. "I know, but not as much as I hate seeing you in pain." He opened a bottle of water and watched her swallow the meds. "Good girl. Let me shower and then we'll see what's on this crappy t.v. until your papa gets back with food."

Megan giggled and picked her book back up. "Okay."

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Hello Loves!

This is the event page for my December 2025 event! These stories will come out in December. The plan is for these to be darker more out of character stories for our guys.

I will accept requests until 5/24/25 for this event!

When sending in your request please include that it is for the Dark Days event, character name and the prompt! Please feel free to message me with any questions! Below you will find Characters and the prompts! Please feel free to elaborate on them if you wish! I am also open to other ideas if you cant find a prompt that works!

Curious as to what to expect? Click here to see past Dark Stories!

Who You Can Request!

SOA

Chibs

Clay

Half-Sack

Happy

Jax

Juice

Kozik

Opie

Tig

RatBoy

Mayans

Angel

Bishop

Bottles

Coco

Creeper

Ez

Gilly

Guero

Manny

Nestor

Prompts!

Running doesn't matter. I'll hunt you down if I have too

You were beautiful in the photos I took....but even better in my arms.

No one else makes me feel this way! I can't lose you!

I did this out of love. I'm doing this for love!

I'd cut your tongue out if it would stop you from flirting with anyone else.

I'll let you know when you've learned your lesson.

Who were you talking to?

Give me your phone. I'm going to go through it.

Don't cry. He didn't love you like I do and he never could. Let me help you heal.

You are so cute when you are asleep

Don't worry, the blood isn't mine.

I will mark/claim you in front of everyone.

Why are you crying? Aren't you happy to be with me?

I claimed you with this tattoo.

This hurts me more than it hurts you babe.

Beg.

You think it’s funny to flirt?

You really should have known better.

You can trust me…..I would never hurt/lie to you

I wouldn’t have lost it if you didn’t push me! You make me act like this—do you even hear yourself?

Oh, so now I’m the bad guy? Typical. You always twist things to make yourself look innocent!

I made you who you are. Don’t forget that.

You’re overreacting. It wasn’t that big of a deal.

No one else would ever put up with you. You should be thanking me

If you really loved me, you would do this for me.

I noticed how long you spent getting ready today. Who are you trying to impress?

Oh, so you had time to hang out with your friends, but not with me? That’s cool… I guess I’m not that important anymore

Why is there a stranger in my bed?

You’re no longer of use to me

Do you know how easy it was to get inside your house?

You were screaming too loud. I had to make it stop.

Don’t bother calling the police. I cut the lines ten minutes ago

Guess what? I can see you

I’ve been watching you for weeks. You never even noticed, did you?

Let’s play a game… how fast can you run?

You scream, you die. Understand?

Do you think locking the door will stop me?

You’re not seriously wearing that out, are you?

You don’t need to go out with them tonight. Stay with me instead.

Don’t you want to make me happy?

Everyone thinks you’re a whore.

I could be gentle, but where’s the fun in that?

Oh? Are the handcuffs a little tight?

Run. Please. I do love a good chase.

I’m in control here

Did you move my things?

I should kill you for what you’ve done.

A little girl shouldn’t be roaming around here by herself

I need to know where you are at all times.

Say that again, and I swear I won’t hold back this time.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Killing you would bring me nothing but joy

This would be much easier for you if you just held still.

This will be the last time you lie to me.

What do you mean you kissed them?

How dare you speak to me like that!

That's right, princess. fight back. make it difficult... give me a reason to get rough.

You're mine, and if you ever forget that, I'll remind you.

You will always be my property.

You look so pretty when you're helpless.

Why did you stay out so late?

If I can’t have you, no one else will.

Who keeps calling you?

I paid a good sum of money for your body tonight.

You belong to someone else. I know that. It doesn’t matter because you will submit tome tonight.

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Tw: Cussing, author might be butchering Spanish

A:N: I do not understand this culture, heavy use of google, if anything is offensive or incorrect, please let me know so I can adjust -T.S.T.

Spare Parts - Part 1

The heat in Santo Padre was stifling, the sun beating down on the cracked pavement as you walked, your expression tense with confusion.

The streets all looked the same—dusty, sun-bleached buildings with hand-painted signs, some in Spanish, some faded beyond recognition.

You had been walking in circles for the past twenty minutes, clutching your phone that refused to load a map, growing more and more frustrated.

"Fuck you, stupid roaming wifi fucker" you cursed into to your phone, like threats would actually help your situation.

You weren’t exactly dressed for wandering—your light-colored clothing made you stick out against the earth-toned backdrop of the town.

You stood near a corner, glancing around, hoping to see someone who looked approachable enough to help.

That was when you heard them before you saw them—three men walking together, laughing, their voices carrying down the street.

A shorter man was in the middle, his cap turned around on his mop of curls, his vest hanging open over a t-shirt. His arms were inked, cigarette dangling from his lips as he nudged a tall man with cropped hair beside him.

The third was a bearded man the bore a resemblance to the second man he was saying something under his breath, shaking his head with a grin.

The three of them walked like they owned the town—casual, unbothered, dangerous in a way you didn’t quite recognize yet.

Coco spotted you first. His sharp brown eyes flicked over you, immediately noting the way you stood—a little lost, a little unsure. You were definitely not from around here.

“Damn,” he muttered, exhaling smoke. “Who let a little muñeca wander around Santo Padre by herself?”

EZ followed his gaze. “Shit, she looks lost.”

Angel just smirked. “She looks like a whole-ass tourist.”

Coco, however, was already stepping forward. “Yo, mamita,” he called, his tone as lazy as ever. “You need help, or you just sightseeing?”

You turned at the sound, relief washing over you at the sight of someone actually talking to you. “Oh! Um—yeah, I think I’m lost.”

Coco’s lips twitched. “You think?”

His accent was thick, his voice teasing, but you were too focused on trying to explain yourself to notice. “My phone won’t load the map, and I don’t know where I am. I’m looking for—” You trailed off, struggling to pronounce the name of the street.

Coco made a low sound in his throat, amusement flickering across his face. “Yeah, you’re real lost, huh?” He tilted his head, watching you. “Where you from, muñeca?”

You hesitated. “Uh… Aotearoa?”

EZ raised a brow, while Angel huffed a small laugh, but Coco just frowned slightly, processing. “Aotea—what?”

He squinted, as if that would help him place the accent. He could tell it wasn’t British, but beyond that, he was blank.

“That’s a long way from home, chiquita.” He leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing playfully. “You runnin’ from somethin’? ‘Cause I gotta tell you, Santo Padre ain't exactly the place to get lost.”

You shook your head quickly. “No! No, I just—”

“Damn. That’s a shame,” he muttered. “Could’ve had fun helpin’ you hide.”

You blinked at him, completely missing the way his lips curled as he waited for a reaction.

You just nodded, earnest and unaware. “I’d really appreciate some directions.”

EZ choked on a laugh, and Angel outright snorted. Coco rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, alright, let’s see,” he drawled, shifting his cigarette to the other side of his mouth as he gestured lazily. “Go straight down that way, past the panadería—"

You frowned slightly. “The what?”

Coco sighed dramatically, turning to EZ and Angel. “She don’t speak Spanish?”

Angel grinned. “Not a word.”

EZ smirked. “You gonna be okay, bro?”

Coco ignored them, turning back to you, his voice slower, exaggerated as he pointed again. “The bakery, mami. Then take a left, keep goin’ ‘til you see the liquor store. After that, you’ll wanna take a—”

He paused, giving you a long, assessing look. “You write directions down, or you just gonna get lost again, bonita?”

You straightened, indignant. “I’m not—”

“You’re totally gonna get lost again,” Coco finished, amused.

You huffed slightly, looking away, and Coco felt an unexpected tug of something warm in his chest.

You were short enough that he could probably pick you up with one arm—and despite your irritation, you had this softness about you. A kind of wide-eyed curiosity that wasn’t put on, wasn’t fake.

And that? That was rare as hell in Santo Padre.

Angel nudged him, smirking. “Damn, bro, you slippin’? Usually, girls at least notice when you’re flirting.”

Coco exhaled slowly, flicking his cigarette away. “Man, shut the fuck up.”

EZ chuckled. “That hurt a little, huh?”

Coco shook his head, brushing it off. “Nah. She’s cute. Dumb as hell for wanderin’ around alone, but cute.” He glanced back at you, smirking. “You ever get lost again, chiquita, you ask for Coco, yeah? I’ll make sure you don’t get snatched up.”

You didn’t fully understand the weight behind his words, but you nodded anyway. “Thank you, Coco.”

He grinned. “De nada, muñeca.”

As you turned to leave, Angel and EZ watched Coco closely.

“You really gonna let her walk off like that?” Angel teased.

Coco exhaled, eyes still lingering on your retreating form.

No idea what kind of shit she’s in the middle of.

He grinned lazily, masking whatever that feeling was in his chest. “What, you think I should offer to hold her hand next time Boy Scout?”

EZ shook his head, laughing.

Coco scoffed, but didn’t argue. Instead, he watched as you disappeared down the street, the heat settling heavy around him.

By the time you found your hotel, your nerves had settled, but the day’s events still clung to you. You hadn’t meant to wander so far from your destination, and despite Coco’s playful jabs about you being lost, you knew he had a point.

This wasn’t a place you wanted to be roaming alone.

The hotel receptionist was polite enough when you asked about dinner, listing a few options nearby.

Some were clearly meant for tourists, she pointed you toward a small spot just a couple of blocks away—nothing fancy, but 'authentic'.

You thanked her and headed out, the night air cooling the heat of the day. The streets felt different after sundown—quieter, yet somehow more alive, shadows stretching long under the streetlights.

You pulled your cardigan a little tighter around you, focusing on the directions you’d been given.

And then—

“Damn, muñeca, you really out here tempting fate tonight, huh?”

Your stomach dipped at the familiar voice, and when you turned, Coco was there—leaning lazily against the wall just outside a liquor store, one boot kicked up behind him.

The glow of his cigarette lit up his face in brief flickers, casting shadows under his sharp cheekbones.

His kutte hung open, revealing the faded band tee underneath, and his tattoos looked darker in the dim light.

He took a slow drag, exhaling smoke before giving you a once-over. “Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon, chiquita. You followin’ me?”

You blinked. “I—what? No, I’m just going to get dinner.”

Coco smirked. “Yeah? That why you look like a lost little rabbit again?”

Your lips parted, ready to argue, but you hesitated, realizing he wasn’t wrong. You hadn’t exactly walked these streets with confidence.

Coco exhaled again, shaking his head. “Damn, you lucky as hell, you know that?”

You frowned. “Lucky?”

He flicked his cigarette away, straightening. “Yeah, lucky it was us that saw you first. Santo Padre ain’t Disneyland, mamita. You look like you don’t even know when you’re bein’ watched.”

Your stomach twisted at that, but Coco just grinned, as if he hadn’t just dropped that unsettling fact on you.

He stepped closer, tilting his head. “So where’s this place you’re headed?”

You told him the name, and Coco let out a low hum of approval. “Alright, you got taste. That place is solid.”

You hesitated. “Do you… eat there a lot?”

Coco chuckled. “Nah. I usually eat at the clubhouse. But…” He smirked. “Thinkin’ maybe I should come with you, make sure you don’t end up sittin’ in some random alley tryin’ to read a menu.”

You rolled your eyes, but Coco just laughed.

He turned, starting to walk. “C’mon, chiquita. If I let you wander off alone again, EZ and Angel’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

You hesitated, but something about his confidence made it easy to follow. He didn’t ask if you wanted him to come—he just decided.

And for some reason, you didn’t mind.

The restaurant was small, cozy, with low lighting and a handful of locals sitting at worn wooden tables. The air smelled like grilled meat, warm spices, and something rich simmering on the stove.

You followed Coco inside, feeling slightly self-conscious under the gazes of a few patrons. You weren’t exactly dressed up, but something about being here, made you feel even more like a tourist.

Coco, however, looked completely at ease. He guided you toward a table near the back, sinking into a chair with the kind of lazy confidence that made it clear—he belonged anywhere he decided to sit.

You hesitated before sitting across from him, glancing at the menu.

Coco watched you for a moment, then sighed dramatically. “Tell me somethin’, muñeca—what exactly do you eat?”

You frowned. “What?”

“You vegetarian, vegan, some kinda gluten-free shit?”

You blinked. “Vegetarian, actually.”

Coco groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Of course you are.”

Your brows furrowed. “Is that a problem?”

“Nah, nah,” he muttered. “Just means I gotta make sure you don’t order somethin’ that’s gonna make you cry later.” He leaned back, waving down the waiter. “Let me handle it, bonita. You trust me?”

You hesitated. "You kill me ... I haunt you, deal?"

Coco looked like the kind of man you shouldn’t trust.

Coco grinned, rattling off an order in Spanish before glancing back at you, watching the way your eyes followed his words, your expression unreadable.

“What’s that look for, chiquita?”

You shrugged. “I just—don’t know what you ordered.”

He smirked. “Guess you’ll find out, huh?”

You gave him a dry look, but before you could say anything, the waiter walked away.

Coco leaned forward, forearms resting on the table. “So. You gonna tell me what you’re doin’ in Santo Padre, or you just gonna let me keep guessin’?”

You hesitated. “I’m just… traveling.”

Coco snorted. “Yeah? This the kinda place you travel to?”

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He studied you, expression unreadable. “Just means girls like you don’t usually end up in towns like this on accident.”

Your stomach twisted at his words. “Girls like me?”

Coco’s lips twitched. “You know what I mean, mamita. Pretty as hell, but got no fuckin’ idea what kinda people you’re sittin’ next to.”

You stiffened slightly, unsure if that was a compliment or a warning.

Coco just watched you, something unreadable in his eyes. Then—

“Relax, chiquita.” His voice softened, just a little. “Ain’t nobody gonna mess with you while I’m here.”

You weren’t sure if that should make you feel better.

But it kinda did.

Coco didn’t even try to hide his amusement when he saw you eyeing your plate like it might bite you. Arms folded across his chest, he leaned back in his chair, head tilting as he watched you poke cautiously at the food.

“Damn, muñeca,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Ain’t like I just fed you somethin’ I scraped off the street.”

You shot him a look. “I don’t know what this is.”

Coco smirked. “Yeah? And? You think I’m tryna poison you or somethin’?”

You hesitated. “Maybe, you got that look"

He barked out a laugh, sharp and genuine, before rubbing a hand over his face. “Shit, chiquita, that’s cold.”

You lifted a brow. “You did refuse to tell me what it was.”

Coco rolled his eyes, nudging your plate with a finger. “It’s chile relleno, bonita. Ain’t gonna kill you. Just eat.”

You still looked doubtful, but, after another moment of hesitation, you took a careful bite. The flavors hit all at once—spiced but not overwhelming, rich, with a depth you hadn’t expected.

Coco watched your expression change, smirking as you chewed.

“Aha,” he said, pointing at you. “See? That’s the face of someone realizin’ they ain’t been set up.”

You swallowed. “ok... ok ... It’s… actually good.”

Coco groaned, throwing his head back. “Actually good, she says. Dios mío, the disrespect.”

You bit your lip, suppressing a smile. “Fine. It’s really good.”

Coco grinned. “There she is.”

Still, your suspicion lingered as you took another bite. “What if you only picked this because you knew it wouldn’t be bad?”

Coco smirked. “You sayin’ I got some kinda master plan, chiquita?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Maybe.”

Coco clicked his tongue. “Damn, and here I thought we were buildin’ trust.”

You shot him a look, but he was already focused on his own food, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

Despite your initial wariness, you actually enjoyed the meal. But what really caught your attention was the horchata.

Coco noticed the second you took your first sip.

Your eyes widened slightly, your lips parting just enough to let out a quiet, surprised hum. The drink was smooth, sweet, spiced with cinnamon, and cold in a way that was instantly refreshing. You hadn’t expected it to be this good.

Coco raised a brow. “Damn, mamita, you drinkin’ that like it’s holy water.”

You lowered the glass slightly, swallowing. “This is amazing.”

Coco chuckled. “Yeah?”

You nodded, taking another sip. “Why don’t more people talk about this?”

Coco smirked. “’Cause white people be too busy hypin’ up pumpkin spice.”

You nearly choked. “Coco!”

He grinned. “What? Tell me I’m wrong.”

"Fuckin' hate pumpkin spice, you don’t put sweet shit on vegetables" You huffed, before going back to your drink.

Coco watched as you took slow, appreciative sips, your expression softening after your outburst.

For some reason, that sight settled something in him.

He propped his chin on his hand, watching you. “Damn, chiquita, you really this easy to please?”

You frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

He gestured lazily toward your glass. “You act like you just had the best shit in the world. Over horchata.”

You tilted your head. “I just appreciate good things when I find them.”

Coco went quiet for a second, something unreadable passing through his expression.

Then—he smirked. “That so, muñeca?”

You nodded, completely unaware of the weight behind his words.

Coco just huffed, shaking his head. “Mierda,” he muttered under his breath, taking a sip of his own drink.

You didn’t catch the way he watched you after that.

Coco wasn’t even trying to hide his smirk as he watched you wrestle with the crumpled bills in your hand. You had this little crease between your brows, lips pursed in concentration as you tried to make sense of the unfamiliar currency.

It was too fucking cute.

Leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, Coco tilted his head. “Damn, muñeca, you tryna solve a math problem or pay for dinner?”

You shot him a look, still frowning at the bills. “It’s confusing.”

Coco let out a low chuckle, reaching for his cigarette. “What’s confusing about it?”

You sighed. “They’re all the same fucking color.”

Coco blinked, then snorted. “What?”

You waved the money slightly. “Your money. It all looks the same. In Aotearoa, our notes are different colors for different values. This is just… green and more green.”

Coco laughed, shaking his head. “Damn, y’all got Monopoly money over there.”

You huffed, refocusing on the bills. “I just need to figure out how much this is…”

Coco watched as you carefully counted the notes, muttering under your breath. He could have helped, but watching you struggle with something so simple was too entertaining.

“Shit, chiquita,” he teased. “They really don’t teach y’all how to count?”

You glared at him. “I can count just fine. American money is just dumb.”

Coco smirked, tapping ash from his cigarette. “Sure, bonita. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Eventually, you managed to hand over the correct amount, though the relieved little sigh you let out after made it clear how much effort that had taken.

Coco shook his head, still grinning. “Next time, just let me pay, mamita. That was painful to watch.”

You frowned. “I can pay for my own food.”

Coco chuckled, exhaling smoke. “Yeah, I saw that. You made it real hard for George Washington, muñeca.”

You groaned. “Shut up"

Coco just laughed harder.

You took another sip of horchata, sighing in appreciation. Coco watched, smirking, as you leaned back in your seat, fingers lazily tracing the rim of the glass.

“This is still the best thing I’ve ever had,” you murmured.

Coco smirked. “Damn, chiquita, you tryna make me jealous?”

You blinked. “What?”

Coco chuckled. “You keep makin’ that face every time you drink it. Lookin’ like you in love.”

You rolled your eyes, taking another sip. “It’s just really good.”

Coco smirked, flicking his lighter open and shut. “Yeah, yeah. What’s next? You gonna move to Santo Padre just for the horchata?”

You hummed, considering. “Maybe…” Then, after a pause, your expression shifted slightly. “Hey, Coco?”

He raised a brow. “What’s up, muñeca?”

You tapped a finger against your glass. “Do you think this would taste good with vodka?”

Coco stared at you.

Then slowly leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Hold up. Say that again.”

You tilted your head. “Horchata. Vodka. Can that be a thing?”

Coco shook his head, a slow grin creeping onto his face. “Damn, chiquita, you tryna start a revolution?”

You frowned. “No? I just think it might taste good.”

Coco let out a low whistle, looking you over like he was seeing you in a whole new light. “Look at you, bonita, tryna get creative.”

You shrugged. “I just like experimenting.”

Coco smirked, reaching for his own glass. “Shit, I respect it. But if we do this, you know we gotta test it properly, right?”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

Coco chuckled. “I mean, muñeca, you can’t just guess if it’s good. We gotta try it. For science.”

Your lips twitched. “For science?”

Coco nodded solemnly. “For science.”

You exhaled a laugh. “Okay, fine. But if it’s bad, you’re drinking it.”

Coco grinned. “Damn right I am. No way I’m lettin’ my little chiquita waste good alcohol.”

You blinked. “Oi ... enough of that 'my' shit”

Coco chuckled. “whatever you say, chiquita"

You had no idea how fast that nickname was going to stick.

[mysticalmallard]

Parcels of Hope

Description: Coco has a crush on the delivery girl who is always bringing them car and bike parts

Word Count: 679

Warnings: none I can think of

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Another day, another shift at the garage. The crew is hard at work, sweating it out under the Californian sun. For Coco, however, the day holds a different kind of anticipation. Today is the day that the parcel delivery service girl would arrive with her usual load of bike parts.

As he hears the sound of tires pulling up outside, his heart starts racing. He quickly wipes the grease off his hands and walks out to the garage entrance, trying to act casual.

The delivery girl hops out of her van with a clipboard in her hands. She's dressed in uniform, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail. As she walks up to him, she gives him a friendly smile.

"Hey there," she says, looking down at the delivery manifest in her hand. "I've got a bunch of stuff for you guys today."

Coco's heart skips a beat as he hears her voice. He tries to play it cool, even though his heart is racing a mile a minute.

"Hey," he says, forcing himself to sound casual. "Yeah, we're always ordering parts for bikes and stuff. You know how it is."

He can feel his palms getting sweaty and quickly wipes them off on his jeans, hoping she doesn't notice.

As she hands him the manifest to sign, he catches a whiff of her perfume, something light and floral. He swallows hard, fighting the urge to say something stupid.

"Any of these are particularly heavy?" he asks, trying to prolong the conversation while he signs his name.

She glances down at the manifests and points at a couple of parcels. "Nah, not really. The heaviest ones are those two right there."

Coco follows her finger and nods, pretending to make a mental note of it. They're close enough now that he can see every detail of her face - the small freckle above her lip, the way her eyelashes flutter when she blinks, the way her eyes light up when she smiles. He has to force himself to keep his cool.

As she turns to retrieve the parcels from the back of the van, Coco can't help but watch her. Her uniform fits her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure in just the right places. He catches himself staring and quickly looks away, feeling his cheeks heat up.

She walks back towards the garage, carrying the parcels with ease. "So, what are you guys working on today?" she asks, still in that friendly, casual tone.

It takes Coco a moment to realize she's talking to him. He clears his throat and tries to sound nonchalant. "Oh, you know. The usual. Bikes, engine problems, some upgrades here and there."

She nods, setting the parcels down near the tool bench. "Sounds like you guys keep busy."

Coco can't help but notice how her ponytail swings back and forth as she moves. He takes a step closer, under the pretense of helping her with the parcels.

"Yeah, there's always something to fix or improve," he says as he picks up one of the parcels. It's heavier than he expected, but he doesn't let her know that. He pretends to look at the label, just to have an excuse to keep her near a little longer.

She smiles and thanks him for his help, her gaze lingering on him just a moment too long. Coco feels a flutter of hope in his chest. Maybe there's a spark there, after all?

As they finish up, she hops back into her van, waving goodbye. Coco watches her drive away, his heart heavy with a mixture of hope and doubt. He sighs and goes back to work, his mind still on the parcel girl.

[mmccoco]

[fanfictionsweetheart]

Old Friends, New Lovers

Chapter Five: Two First Dates

Pairing: Angel Reyes x OC x Johnny “Coco” Cruz

Summary: After moving back to Santo Padre after ten long years, all Salacia wants to do is find her old friends again. / Angel is used to being second choice, and when his old friend comes home he remembers what it’s like to be truly appreciated. / Coco’s not used to kindness, there was only one person who ever treated him that way, and she’s finally back. / Some things change…some things don’t. Life is crazy and predictable…until feelings get involved.

In this chapter: Angel and Coco take Salacia on what they would consider the perfect first dates for her.

Trigger/Content Warning(s): fluff, so much fluff, a touch of angst.

Word Count: 5576

A/N: umm…I have no excuse…I wanted this all one chapter…cross posted from, my ao3.

Tags: @staley83 @wheresmyscrunchie

Previous Part(s):

Masterlist

Angel and Coco decided to play a rather intense game of pool at the clubhouse that next Saturday day, Salacia had the day off and was hanging out. She was half watching them, half talking to EZ at the bar.

“I’m sorry if I put you in a weird spot that night.” She murmured, “I just wanted to know what was going on with them.”

“It’s alright. I knew something was up when they showed up here instead of hanging out with you like usual.” He said.

“I was worried that maybe they felt it was too soft to keep hanging out with their girl best friend all the time…” she half lied.

“Or that they realized you were hot for the two of them.” EZ teased.

“Ezekiel. Shut up.” She hissed.

“Come on, you have patched everyone in this club up at least once, and you don’t look at any of us the same way you look at either of them when they take their shirts off.” He chuckled, “Well except for the very obvious blush when you had to dig a bullet out of my thigh.”

“It’s kinda embarrassing kneeling in front of my best friend's younger brother who has his pants off in front of a group of men.” She said, making him snort at her word choice.

“Yeah, sounds like the start of a bad porno.” He admitted.

She snickered and looked over at the game. She rolled her eyes at how seriously they were taking it. Aside from it being silly since they would both end up taking her on a date over the next two weeks…she also felt her heart pound that they were taking it so seriously because they wanted to take her on a date. She never expected anything like this.

It made her feel ridiculous with how she was feeling as giddy as a teenager when she was a grown woman with a college degree, pretty much running a clinic as a nurse practitioner.

“What are they betting over this time, seems intense.” EZ asked.

“Which one gets to take me on a date next weekend.” She said offhand, but her cheeks were blazing red.

She looked back at EZ who was staring at her in shock. She just shrugged and smiled. It really wasn’t a big deal.

He leaned in and hissed, “They’re betting on who gets you? How are you okay with that?”

“Oh…no, no, it’s not like that.” She laughed softly, “Everything came out on Wednesday. They are both into me. I’m into both of them. But I can’t choose. They don’t wanna put me in a weird spot. So they each get to take me on one date. Just to see if it’s just thinking they’re hot or if there is something more with one or the other. And if I don’t feel it with either of them, hey we tried.”

“Oh…so if they both get to take you out…why the bet?” He asked before her raised brow made him think that over, “Right, right. If you pick one for a date over the over it would be messy.”

She giggled, “You’re supposed to be the smart one, EZ, keep up.” She teased, “Their natural competitiveness made them choose this for this bet.”

“Better than cards cause the other guys would wanna play too…and Rock Paper Scissors would be so juvenile.” EZ agreed.

“Yep. We have kinda laid out the ground rules. They do get to pick what we do, I made sure to say don’t go overboard…make it real. How they would actually take me out. And…I’m not fucking them. I mean I’m not above fucking on a first date…but with this situation…no.” She explained simply, sipping on her drink.

“Sounds like a good plan,” EZ said, “You know it could be simpler if you three just dated each other.”

He was joking but her cheeks heated up as she laughed and scoffed at the idea. If she were honest a tiny part of her had thought about that option, but she knew that it wasn’t really an option. Those two could not share a woman. They were the possessive and protective type. No way could they ever be in a polyamorous relationship.

—

When the game finally ended Angel had won the bet. He would be taking her out that next Saturday. Then Coco would the next. She was slightly nervous about how this would go.

Would it be awkward?

Probably.

But she had a feeling it would all be worth it in the end.

She looked at EZ and he chuckled, “You ready to be wined and dined by two different men?” He teased.

She shoved his arm and laughed, “Shut up.” She blushed darkly as the reality sunk in.

She really was about to go on a date with one of her first friends in Santo Padre that weekend. Her stomach erupted in butterflies as she looked over at the two guys who had gone back to a more casual game now. It was always crazy to her how they could be so insanely competitive with each other one moment and then laughing and joking with each other the next.

She may not understand, but she accepted it. They were her friends. And she loved them for all they were. Even the ways she didn’t fully get.

—

Salacia didn’t know where Angel was planning to take her, all he told her was to wear nice clothes that she could still ride in. Her stomach was in knots but she was still excited.

She’d dated in college and during her residency. She was even engaged for a time when she started working properly. He’d been a doctor. She left him when she caught him in bed with another woman and he’d been angry at her for interrupting. She didn’t need that bullshit in her life.

She hadn’t been on a date since.

A few months after that she moved back to Santo Padre.

Even with her experiences in the past she was nervous about going on a date with Angel. Her almost two decades of attraction had just built up. And she was finally getting that chance.

She had dressed in some nice black jeans and a deep green off the shoulder blouse. It had a fluttery neck and hemline. It almost matched the color of his bike. She wondered if he would notice.

She smiled softly as she fixed her ruby red lipstick in the mirror and spritzed on some of her favorite perfume.

She wondered where they were going. How this night would turn out. If there would be a real romantic spark with Angel. If he would want to kiss her at the end of the night. They had agreed to no sex…that didn’t mean she couldn’t kiss him. Would he want that? What would it feel like to kiss him like that?

She shook her head, telling herself to relax.

Before her mind could wander anymore Angel’s knock sounded on her door. She smiled as she answered.

Angel was on her front porch with a grin on his handsome face. His cologne filled her senses when she hugged him. He was so warm as he held her. His strong arms wrapping her in a safe and welcomed embrace. She leaned up and pecked his cheek.

“Hola carino, ready to go?” He asked.

“Yep.” She said with a smile, the look in his eyes as he set his hand on her lower back and led her to his bike.

“You look so fucking gorgeous, by the way.” He said, his eyes running up and down her body as he mounted his bike.

“Thanks Angel.” She giggled and slipped on behind him, putting on the second helmet he offered her, “So where are you taking me?”

“That’s still a surprise.” He said with a chuckle.

Salacia rolled her eyes and giggled wrapping her arms around his waist. Angel knew the perfect place to bring her. There was a restaurant in town that she had talked about enjoying for girls nights with a few of the nurses from the clinic. But she always wanted to go there on a date. Dinner and dancing.

He and Coco both knew that she loved to dance.

It was perfect.

When he pulled up in front of it she was pleasantly surprised to find out where they were going and what he had planned for their date

“Since when do you dance, Angel?” She joked.

“I’m a class act, baby.” He joked as they got off the bike.

He wasn’t wearing his kutte but the tattoos on his arms were still visible due to the sleeves of the dark red button up he was wearing being rolled up. He may be dressed for a date but he was still a Mayan through and through. He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her inside.

She felt her heart battering the inside of her chest being by his side. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed being out on a date with a man as sexy as Angel. They were led to a table and he pulled her chair out for her.

“You really are a class act, huh, baby?” She giggled.

“I told you so, Mama.” He chuckled and sat in the chair to the left of her so he could sit right beside her, a hand on her jean clad thigh under the table as they ordered their drinks.

She knew what she wanted, it was what she got the last time she was there. Angel looked over the menu, his hand still on her thigh with a smile. They ordered their food. She took a sip of her wine with a smile.

She looked at him, taking the man at her side in. Deep golden skin and slightly sad but soulful brown eyes. Puppy dog eyes she’d always called them. His dark hair and well cared for beard complimented his facial structure. She’d always thought he would look good with facial hair, even when he was barely able to grow more than the kind of goatee style his brother was sporting lately.

But this fuller beard gave her bad ideas. Of what it could feel like between her thighs. She blushed and looked away, her mind having wandered to a place it shouldn’t right now.

This was a first date of course, but it was also a test run to see if there was more here than just friendship. She didn’t need to be thinking about climbing the 6’2” man at her side like a damn tree.

She leaned in and kissed his cheek softly. She could feel the warmth of a slight blush on his cheek when she did so. He was so handsome and sweet to her. She could feel warmth spread throughout her when he rubbed her thigh before lifting his hand and moving to grasp her hand on top of the table.

“I haven’t been on a date in a while.” She admitted after taking a sip of her drink.

“How long is a while?” He asked.

“A little over a year now.” She said honestly, “Maybe a year and a half.”

Angel was surprised, sure he hadn’t seen or heard of her dating anyone since she moved back, but that sounded like even before that. She was gorgeous and sweet and funny and her newfound confidence was enticing. Perhaps he was biased, but he didn’t get how anyone could not want to take her out. Have her as their woman.

“Guess luck is finally on my side since you’re breaking your dry spell with me.” He joked, that charming smile he had always had spread over his face.

She blushed at how sincere he was in his joke. And the way that sounded though made her wish he could help her end her other dry spell tonight. But she was going to stay within the boundaries they agreed to. And get off alone when she gets home.

Angel’s eyes were on her and her alone. She smiled sweetly at him. It was nice to have his attention on her. They chatted for a bit before their food came. She grinned, she ordered something light enough that she could still dance easily.

“I’m really glad I moved back.” She said after a moment, “I may not have been born here but this town is my home. Maybe it’s the people.”

Angel chuckled, “You pretty much fell out of the damn sky one day and suddenly I had a second best friend.” He joked.

“You were the one to initiate that, though.” She said sweetly, “I never would have been brave enough back then to approach you.”

Angel smiled softly. He knew how shy she was back then. But he also knew that she was the sweetest person he had ever met. Her and her sister kept their home open for him and Coco whenever they needed it. She always made time for them.

He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “I’m still lucky you even trusted my delinquent ass.” He joked, cupping her cheek.

She leaned into his touch, “You may have been a delinquent, hell some would say you are still a degenerate,” She winked, “But you are still one of my best friends. I’m a lucky girl to even call you that.”

She turned her head and kissed his palm gently. He took a chance and leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She smiled and kissed back. She couldn’t help but lose herself to the feeling of his kiss. It felt as good as she had imagined.

They broke away and finished their food before he stood up and held his hand out.

“Come on querida, I promised you dinner and dancing,” he said.

Still slightly surprised at the romantic date he had chosen, Salacia took his hand and smiled sweetly at him. He led her to the dance floor as the next song began to play. His hands met her hips as she began to sway to the beat. He wasn’t usually a dancer, but he wanted to make her smile, and thankfully he could follow a beat and had rhythm.

The way her hips moved as she danced with him, her body pressing close to her and leaned into him, her low cut top accentuating her breasts as she pressed their chests together, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Even if she chose not to date either him or Coco he felt like he had won just having her here with him. This date felt like a grand prize for some competition he didn’t know he was taking part in.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmured looking down into her silver eyes, “I don’t think I’ve told you that enough.”

She blushed, “You tell me all the time.” She giggled softly.

“And I mean it every time. Not just as your friend either.” He said.

“And you’re handsome.” She said moving her hands from his shoulders to cup his cheeks, leaning up to kiss him softly.

Angel kissed back. The sincerity that her words and this kiss held made his heart hammer in his chest. Their bodies still moved as they danced. She pulled back and set her hands back on his shoulders smiling. She couldn’t believe this night was real.

She was here with Angel. His hands were on her hips and his lips had been on hers. Their bodies moved together with the music as their hearts seemingly beat as one. His eyes were locked on hers. That smile was for her only. His flirtatious comments and compliments as well.

At the same time Angel felt the same. He was here with the girl he had been crazy about for years. The one that he had tried to fill the place of even though she had never truly been his.

This night was theirs. On this night she was his and he was hers. And that was all that mattered in the moment.

—

The date seemed to end far too soon and Angel was pulling up in front of Salacia’s modest home. He shut the bike off and got off first as usual, holding his hand out to help her off. He walked her to the door. He knew he had to just drop her off. End the date traditionally, a chaste kiss and a goodnight.

She grasped his hands and pecked his cheek, “Would you like to come in and hang out like usual?” She asked with a playful grin, “The date was perfect, I don’t want this night to end just yet.”

He smiled and nodded, “I would be a dumbass to say no. We can even watch that stupid cooking competition you like so much.” He joked.

“Now you like Worst Cooks just as much as me. Both you and Coco never turn me down when I put it on when we’re hanging out.” She joked.

He shook his head, still playfully trying to deny it but let her lead him inside nonetheless. She grabbed them both a beer from her fridge and plopped next to him on the couch. It hadn’t been that long since they hung out alone. But coming home from a date...the energy was different.

Angel seemed to feel it as well. Setting his hand on her thigh and giving it a squeeze as she curled up on the couch with him, her shoes falling off as she tucked her feet under her. She leaned into his body when he moved to wrap an arm around her. God this felt good.

This felt right.

Her heart was pounding.

The scent of cigarettes wasn’t too much. And and his cologne, deep and rich, he always did have good taste in that department.

Her head was swimming.

The TV show long forgotten as they sat there trying to figure out how to navigate this new step in their relationship. If it was indeed that step.

She realized after a moment that Angel wasn’t sure what to do either. He wanted to make a move...but he didn’t know what kind of move to make.

So she decided to choose for him. She sat up on her knees and leaned over cupping his cheeks, running her fingers through his neatly cared for beard. His soulful brown eyes seemed to shine with unspoken words. She felt her heart flutter.

“You grew up to look real good Angel.” She murmured, “Never thought I’d be into a full beard like this on a guy...but damn…” she leaned in and kissed him before he had the chance to respond.

Angel felt his whole world spark to life in a new way the second her lips touched his. He set his hands on her waist and pulled her into his lap. He kissed her back, letting out a soft groan at the feeling of her finally in his arms the way he has been dreaming of.

Her lips tasted better than he imagined. And his felt like heaven to her. She could hardly breathe. Hands moving to slide into his hair pulling him closer. She didn’t take charge of intimate moments often. And she was quickly letting him take the lead.

His hands moved from her waist to grasp her ass. She was filled out in the best of ways. A plump ass and large tits that looked amazing in her favored low cut tops. Angel wanted to know every inch of her with his hands and his mouth. But he was behaving, keeping his hands in nearly only appropriate places. No matter how hard that was.

Salacia pulled away from his mouth and looked into his eyes once more. She knew they couldn’t have sex tonight. They had both agreed on those boundaries. But it was hard. To deny exactly how worked up he had her so easily. She rolled her hips against his, feeling just how much he wanted her.

“Your bad, Ma.” Angel groaned, “Gonna make me break the fuckin rules if you don’t stop that.”

She giggled and leaned in to murmur against his lips, “What’s the matter Papi, no self control?” She didn’t know where that confidence came from but the wild look in his eyes was well worth it.

He swatted her ass with a grin. He had self control and he was about to have control of her right along with it. He pulled her into a rougher kiss. Moving one hand from her ass to slide up her top. Roughly playing with one of her breasts with his large hands. She whimpered and arched her back, physically begging for more.

They wouldn’t break the rules...they would just work around them. After all…kissing was okay...and groping hadn’t even been brought up.

—

With a soft kiss Salacia bid Angel goodnight as he left her home that night. They had obeyed the rules they had set for themselves. He barely got to second base with her. His hands were hot and they had been everywhere but down her pants. His mouth eagerly claiming hers every chance he got.

But he was leaving before they could fall into bed. It was hard for both of them to part ways that night. But they were doing what they agreed on. Salacia felt her heart still fluttering in her chest as she curled up under her sheets that night.

Tonight had felt good.

It had felt real.

There had been a spark.

—

The next Friday night was there before anyone expected it. It was Coco’s turn now. He knew what Angel had done and cursed him for taking the idea of going dancing. He didn’t want to look like he was copying Angel’s idea so he went with his backup plan.

It was still one he knew she would like.

He picked her up early in the evening. He had been in the more downtown area earlier that week and seen a poster that inspired him. It was a cheesy idea, but she liked that romantic shit. He told her to dress casually.

But even casual, knocked him flat. The light blue jeans that hugged her ass just right and the white crop top that was printed with cherries that gave a peek of a tattoo on her side. Her bright red lips in that smile he found himself craving to see was almost too much.

“Fuck, Mami, I don’t think I can take you anywhere looking this good, gonna have to fight some idiots off.” He joked.

Salacia laughed and slapped his chest playfully, “Idiot.” She teased.

“You love me.” He reminded her.

“Lucky I do.” She pecked his cheek and took the helmet he offered her, “So do I have to beg you to tell me where you’re taking me?”

“Won’t work, but you can beg me for other things, querida.” He flirted shamelessly.

Salacia just barked out a laugh and slid onto the bike behind him. He and Angel were always like this, but it was almost like they had increased their flirtation by ten since she agreed to this crazy idea of two first dates.

They were playing by the rules but just barely.

Texting day and night more than ever.

Compliments of both the chaste and sexual variety.

Lingering touches and pecks on the cheek or forehead.

Everything was heightened and it made her insides twist with both desire and fear. She wanted them. They all knew that. They wanted her. Again that was something they all knew. But she was afraid of so much.

Of losing one or the other.

Or both.

Of being unable to actually go back to normal after this if she didn’t want to date either of them.

Of just ruining everything because they couldn’t pretend any longer.

She didn’t want to have come home to lose everything she missed all over again.

And more permanently than before she was certain.

She gripped Coco around the waist tightly as they took off. She just wanted to enjoy their night. She was determined to.

They pulled up to the park beside the community center not long after. As a way to try and revitalize the town, the volunteers there had the idea to do a movie night in the park once a month. And when Coco saw the movie they were playing he knew that he had to take her, it was one of her favorites. He was glad that his date night had managed to coincide with this event.

Luck had decided to be on his side for once.

He had packed a blanket for them to sit on along with making sure he had cash for the food trucks. When he parked his bike he could practically feel the shock radiating off of the girl on the back of it. He held his hand out to help her off like usual. She took her helmet off and blushed at his crooked grin.

“Well now, who knew you were such a romantic, Coco, movie in the park? Doesn’t seem like your speed.” She teased.

“But, it’s yours mi corazon,” He said with a smile, “It’s one of your favorites too.”

“Oh?” She asked as he led her to an open spot to spread the blanket.

Kind of in the back away from the crowd where they wouldn’t be disturbed but could still see the screen.

“The Princess Bride.” He told her.

“Wow...you remember that?” She was stunned.

No guy had ever even tried to remember small things like that about her. But Coco said it like it was nothing to remember one of her old favorite movies.

“Si, of course Sal, the number of times you forced Angel and I to watch it with you when we were in high school.” He rolled his eyes as she giggled.

“Now come on, you enjoyed it just as much as I did.” She crossed her arms and poured.

Coco was bolder than Angel had been as he leaned in to kiss that pout away. It was quick but it definitely made her cheeks warm up to feel his lips brushing hers so sweetly. They set up their blanket and she settled onto it happily. He asked what she wanted to eat and after looking around st the trucks she stood back up to walk with him. There was a new truck at this event she thought looked good but she needed to actually see the menu. Coco left their helmets on the blanket to signify he was taken and they walked off.

His hand was on her lower back as they waited in line.

“Creep wanted me to thank you for helping him out last weekend.” Coco said, “Didn’t know you made house calls.”

“He tore the stitches on his side, no way could he ride his bike to my place.” She shrugged, “I’d do the same for any of you guys. Just doctor shit.”

“I know.” He joked, “Better be all it was.”

She turned and set her hands on his shoulders, “Why, you think it was more playing doctor than actual medical care?” She purred with a wicked grin.

“Don’t tease me, Mama.” He warned her, making her grin widen.

“Why not, it’s fun?” She giggled and pecked his lips.

“Always so much trouble.” He joked.

“And yet you wanted to take me on a date.” She reminded him.

They got their food and returned to their blanket to settle down for a night in the park with one of her favorite movies and one of her favorite people.

As the night wore on and the movie played their position shifted from side by side to him with his back to the tree behind them and her sitting with her back to Coco’s chest. His knees were up and boxing her in a bit but she didn’t mind. Resting her head to the side on one. It wasn’t the most comfortable pillow but she wanted to be sure he could see the screen.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back into him more now, her head leaned back to rest on his shoulder. This was more comfortable than she would ever say aloud.

The night was slightly chilly and Coco was like a space heater. It was nice. This date was really nice.

She was kinda sad to see the movie ending. Because that meant she would have to come untangled from Coco’s embrace. He chuckled and gave her a squeeze.

“Relax Mama, we can wait til more people clear out to leave.” He teased her and kissed the back of her neck.

“This date was amazing, thank you.” She said looking over her shoulder at him.

She nodded and settled back into his hold. She smiled, relishing in his warmth. She set her hands over his. She was so comfortable with him. Just like when she was with Angel this felt so easy.

Also just like the date with Angel she smiled and invited Coco inside to hang out for a bit when he dropped her off. His arm was around her shoulders as she leaned into his side. A smile graced her lips as a blush dusted her cheeks.

His embrace was just as warm and comforting. And he was also on his very best behavior. Normally he knew exactly what he was doing on dates. He wouldn’t be keeping his hands to himself.

Salacia took a deep breath, she had expected him to want to get closer. But she also knew he was trying to obey the boundaries that they had agreed to. She sat up making him look at her curious as to what she was planning. She smiled coyly and leaned in cupping his cheeks. His facial hair was more sparse than Angel’s but it was there.

“You’re always complimenting me lately…but you grew up to be pretty fine yourself, Johnny.” She said with a grin.

She leaned in and kissed him, a soft sigh of pleasure leaving her at the feeling of his lips. He kissed back, his hands moved to grasp her hips as she slid into his lap, straddling his hips. Their mouths moved together like they were meant to. A moan escaped from her, eyes slipping as she let herself truly enjoy this moment.

The feeling of her in his lap was perfect to Coco. He had been dreaming of this moment for years really. Even more so now that she was back in Santo Padre and his life. Her body was filled out and plush. Her breasts pressed against his firm chest made it hard for him to not let his hands wander.

She broke from the kiss to look into his intense brown eyes, her cheeks dark with a blush. Coco’s eyes were half lidded as he looked up at her. There was something so sexy about how casually Coco was leaned back on her couch, hands comfortably settled on her hips. A smirk she could get was a real panty dropper playing on his lips as he looked at her. His soft golden skin was slightly flushed as well.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Salacia…what are you doing in the lap of a man like me?” He chuckled and playfully pretended to push her off, “You shouldn’t be, I’m dangerous.”

She smirked and ran her hands down his chest, she could feel that he really enjoyed having her in his lap. She couldn’t help but grind down against him.

“Maybe I like the danger…same way you like trouble.” She teased and leaned, brushing her lips against his, “And for someone so dangerous…you seem to have plenty of self control…especially considering this?” She rolled her hips again.

“Watch it, baby,” he warned, swatting her ass before gripping it tightly in both his strong hands, “Want me to lose control…break the rules you set? And here I thought you were such a good girl.”

“I am,” She giggled, leaning in to graze his ear with her teeth “But I get so much better when I misbehave.”

He groaned and quickly reached up with one hand and dug it into her thick, red hair to pull her into a fiercer kiss than before. She moaned and kissed back. Teasing him was so worth it. She decided to push it a little further as she had with Angel, when his hand left her hair as their mouths kept moving together she caught his wrist to subtly guide it to her chest.

She needed to feel his hands all over her as far as they could take it for the night.

—

Salacia’s arms were wrapped loosely around Coco’s shoulder as they stood on her front porch, saying goodbye. His arms were around her waist as they smiled at each other, the embrace comfortable and perfect. So much more chaste than the embrace they had shared on her couch only moments before. They had to stop before they could go too far.

She leaned up and gently kissed his lips once more with a breathy murmur of ‘goodnight’ before he left. She was still smiling as she shut her door behind her, hearing Coco’s Harley drive off. Her heart was pounding.

Tonight had felt good.

It had felt real.

There had been a spark.

She was completely screwed now.

[menofchaos]

Coco

Note: Helloooo ya girl is back with another Cocoxreader story. I still have museum!reader in the works too! Sexy mentions, could be a part 2 if you guys are interested! I can't remember where this pic is from but credit to the photog and Richard Cabral for that face!

Ma you up?

She always despised those texts. They always made her feel a little cheap, especially coming from men who only seemed to text after dark when the clock hit double digits. Men who didn’t care if she finished, they were just sick of their hand again. Men who wouldn’t give her a second glance in the daylight but blew up her phone for another chance. Her women hook ups were usually more fulfilling, not leaving her feeling as empty when they went home.

Until him.

She met him at a casino with her friends, his friends and hers pairing off after a while of their groups mingling. His intense gaze, crooked smile and overabundance of tattoos caught her attention immediately. He looked her in the eye, not the chest, he paid for the entire night without so much as a frown and his laugh was contagious. The leather he and his friends wore was a red flag in itself but one night wouldn’t hurt.

Then he took her to his room.

She wasn’t sure what it was about him but as soon as he slid inside her, intense gaze locked on hers, she felt a shift. With each thrust, she became more and more addicted to the delicious feelings he pulled from her. He became addicted to her reactions, smirking as he played her body over and over all night.

She remembered watching him gently clean her up through the smoke of a cigarette he lit for her, her legs twitching at his touch. His eyes darkened and the wash cloth lay abandoned next to the bed as they started yet another round. Nobody saw her for two days, her friends mercilessly teasing her on the drive home.

But he didn’t call.

She waited a couple days, glancing over at her phone and tapping the screen in hopes to see his name on one of the notifications. She texted her group chat of girlfriends, who reassured her that he had looked at her as intensely as she thought. Then finally one night, her phone lit up with a text.

Hola it’s Coco. Been on a run. You up? I just got home.

The dance began. He would text, she would ignore it for as long as her will power would allow until she remembered the heartbeat between her legs after one particularly harsh session and she would invite him over. She would wait with bated breath until she heard the rumble of his bike, his heavy footsteps up her stairs and a knock on the door.

I’m here.

She would let him in, sometimes they would have a drink. Sometimes she would feed him some dinner, other times they would talk or he’d fix something for her. Sooner or later, they would end up tangled up together on some surface of her apartment, calling his name over and over like a prayer. He was always present, always focused on her pleasure. It was intense, all consuming and so fucking good she saw stars. After, they would lay tangled together and talk in hushed whispers until it was time for another round. 

He was always gone when she woke up.

The first few times, she would try to reach out to him. She would text him to make sure he got home safe. He would send a simple reply, then nothing for days. She felt like an addict, needing the hit only he could provide. She tried to hook up with other people but nobody could measure up. She tried to pursue more but he would always blow her off, either by not responding or by pulling her into another session until she forgot what she said in the first place.

This is the last time.

She started telling herself that. She started telling him too, whenever she opened the door for him at a late hour. He protested the first few times but then he would just smirk, kiss her and reply with a soft, “I know, baby.” It just became another step in their dance.

Her friends tried to free her from his ties. She tried to resist him. One night, she managed not to text him back but a couple hours after he texted, he was at her door. He claimed he was checking on her safety then ate her out until she had to push him away, even his glistening smirk and dark eyes too much for her overstimulated body to handle.

She felt obsessed.

He had no social media to stalk. She googled him once when she finally found out his real name. All she found was a Disney character and some old charges. She thought putting his mugshot as his contact picture would help her stop until she opened it to see his middle fingers up. 

The blowjob he got that night was her best performance to date.

She sat in her office, rubbing her temples as the numbers she stared at swirled back at her. Her phone lit up with a text from her girls group chat and she picked up her phone, needing a little reprieve from working on payroll. It was a memory from a year ago, the girls all packed into a car heading to the casino. 

It had been a year since she met him and they were still doing the same thing. She wasn’t sure if it was PMS, her mind-numbing work, the fact that she hadn’t heard from him in weeks or a combination of all three but anger sparked hot in her veins. She texted the group chat, asking for ideas on how to shake up her situationship and stop feeling so goddamn powerless. A few replies came in before one made her eyes light up.

Do what we do best bitch! Make him jealous

She walked into the bar, arm wrapped around her date’s as he led her to a booth. She was already bored and knew the date wouldn’t go beyond the night. But she had nothing else to do and wanted a drink so she sat down, ordering off their drink menu. She knew his MC frequented the place and if he wasn’t here, at least one of his brothers would be. Her date ordered them some food to share as he told her all about his recent promotion to partner at his law firm. She asked him questions as they ate, ordering another round of drinks.

A few patches walked in, settling down at the bar.

She tried not to outwardly react as her heart sped up while she scanned the group. Her date looked over and reassured her that the bikers only bothered people who bothered them, mistaking her reaction for fear. She turned her attention back to her date for the remainder of the evening, turning her phone on Do Not Disturb when it started vibrating.

Her date got a kiss on the cheek and they each went home alone.

She changed into some cotton shorts and an oversized shirt, settling onto her couch for some trashy tv and more admin work when there was a harsh knock on her door that made her jump. She unlocked her phone to see over 20 notifications from him. There was another loud knock and she jumped up to pull it open, unphased by the glare on his face. 

“It’s late and my neighbors are asleep,” she hissed.

“Should’ve answered the fucking phone then,” he walked in, “Where is he?” he started searching her apartment.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Nobody’s here,” she locked the door, “What right do you have anyway?”

He turned to her, “Who is he?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was practically seething, “No? You’re not dumb, mami. You know exactly what I’m talking about. My brothers saw you out tonight with some gringo.”

She shrugged, “He’s not here.” 

“That’s all I get?” he arched an eyebrow, “He’s not here?”

“What else is there to say, Coco?” she challenged, “I don’t owe you an explanation, do I?”

“I thought-“ he tried to explain but she cut him off.

“I’m not your old lady or whatever you wanna call it. I’m just some fucking late night booty call. I don’t know what you’re out there doing,” she snapped, “You could be married with a family and I would have no clue.”

He frowned, “I’m not married,” he looked her over, “And you’re not just a booty call.”

She laughed bitterly, “That’s such bullshit, save it for the next bitch in your rotation.”

His eyes narrowed, “I don’t have a rotation, you know that.”

“How would I know?!” she exclaimed, “You don’t tell me a goddamn thing! We’ve been doing this for almost a year, Coco! I know you’re in the club and you were a Marine sniper till you got discharged. I know you have a kid who lives with you and some who don’t. I know what you like in bed and that’s fucking it. You know what I do know though? I know I can’t fucking do this anymore.”

His eyes widened, “What?! What the fuck do you mean you can’t do this anymore?” he reached for her but she stepped back.

“You can’t fucking touch me right now,” her voice cracked and his face softened, “Nobody makes me feel like you, Coco. I’ve tried to move on, I’ve tried to hook up with other people but honestly it’s not even worth it. When we’re fucking, you give me everything. I can see it in your eyes. But outside of that? Nothing. I can’t do half in, half out. If you don’t wanna be with me, then don’t be with me.”

“No, it’s not that,” he insisted, “I do want you.”

“Then what is it?” she threw her hands up, “Tell me the truth for once in your fucking life. I’m a grown ass woman, I can handle it.”

He sighed, “I wanted to protect you.”

She rolled her eyes, “Coco, for real?”

He nodded seriously, tapping the patch on the right side of his chest, “Do you know what this means, sweetheart?” she nodded, taking a shaky breath, “It means I do dangerous shit with dangerous people. People who wouldn’t hesitate to hurt people in my life just to get to me and my brothers.”

“Coco,” she frowned.

“So yeah, I was keeping you at arm’s length because you’re so out of my league, it’s insane,” he admitted, shaking his head when she tried to disagree, “It’s true. My mother was a whore and I never knew my father. I only went into the Marines because my other option was prison. I’ve done a lot of bad shit. You own a business, you have a fucking college degree. I didn’t finish high school and I work in a scrapyard when I’m not doing illegal shit in an outlaw biker club.”

“Coco, I don’t care about that,” she told him softly.

“I did,” he touched his chest, “I do. But I couldn’t stay away either. That’s why I always ended up back here. Because no matter what girl I was with, I was always thinking about you. Comparing her to you. None of them are even close. Then I heard you were with that dude tonight and I thought…”

She smirked, “So you were jealous.”

He scoffed, “Nah I…fine,” he rolled his eyes and smiled softly, “I can’t lie, I was jealous as fuck. And I’m sorry, baby. I never meant to hurt you.”

She took a shaky breath, “I forgive you,” they both stayed quiet for a moment until she asked, “So now what?”

“What do you wanna do?” he asked, “Do you still wanna be done?”

She shook her head, “With that dynamic? Yes. But not done with you.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the smile on his face, “Why don’t I take you out tomorrow?” he asked.

“On a date?” her eyes widened.

Coco nodded, “On an official date. I’ll pick you up like a gentleman and shit.”

“So poetic,” she teased as she felt butterflies in her stomach.

“Kinda is, no? Tomorrow is a year since we met,” he grinned and hooked his index finger with hers to tug her closer.

She pouted, “You remember?”

He nodded, kissing her bottom lip, “Of course I do, baby,” he whispered, “What do you say? Can I take you out?”

“Yes,” she smiled, “I’d love that.”

“I’ll behave tonight then,” he joked and kissed her softly, “I’ll leave you to your housewives or whatever the fuck that is,” he nodded to the tv, “Call me in the morning?”

“Okay,” she giggled as he kissed her again, “Good night, Coco.”

“Night ma,” he squeezed her chin and headed to the door, reaching for the handle.

“Or you could stay…”