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Look After You: Johnny 'Coco' Cruz x Reader

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Cold/Flu Season!

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx

It hurts, for Coco, it always hurts.

He’s used to living a life of agony.

He’s been born into it and before you he was sure he’d die in it.

It’s textured his world, scared his skin, even shattered his mind once or twice.

The pain he feels right now, it’s the healthy kind, the healing kind because he’s actually doing something good for a change, he’s taking care of his person.

He removes the blanket from the back of the couch, and it tucks it around your sleeping form. You were watching a Disney movie, something about an alien, that looks kinda like a dog. It’s not his thing but you always like a little comfort watching when you’re sick. It takes you back to your childhood when your Papi used to take care of you.

You’d told him not to come around, you didn’t want him to catch your cold, but he could hear how exhausted you were, how ill.

“Are you taking care of yourself?” He’d asked you over the phone.

“Of course.”

Yea, you can’t pull the wool over his eyes. He’s seen the inside of your fridge; he knows you haven’t had time for grocery shopping. He’d come over to your place with chicken soup from Mama Cena’s and enough groceries to feed the entire of Santo Padre.

“Oh Mami.” He murmurs when he catches sight of you because truthfully you look like hell.

Your nose is red and sore, there’s bags under your eyes. Your skin is sallow and dry. He shoos you towards the couch before taking stock of the situation. Your place is a mess, you’re shivering on the sofa despite the fact you have a temperature and yea, he was right there’s nothing in the fridge.

The first thing he does is make sure you’re fed. You manage to get half the soup down you before you start to fall asleep. He watches your eyelids flutter closed before he takes the container from your hand and sets it down on the coffee table. You try to fight it, but he can see how fatigued you are. His fingertips brush the hair away from your features as he leans down, his lips brushing over your forehead.

“Go to sleep Mami,” He whispers against your hairline “I’ll take care of everything.”

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[kikijackson-blog]

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.

[ficnation]

The Heart Wants What It Wants

Main Masterlist

Mayans MC Masterlist

Summary: This set of short stories explores individual Mayans' love journeys, following the characters as they discover, pursue, and grow their relationship with you.

!moodboards made by me!

Chapter 1: A Delightful Encounter

Chapter 2: A Sweet Connection

Chapter 1: Untitled

Chapter 2: Untitled

Chapter 1: Untitled

[cloveroctobers]

🌬️DECEMBER DRABBLES — 7. Johnny Coco Cruz

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve if you celebrate! & happy holidays to you and yours 🤍 This one might even be a short one 😱! I still plan on doing the whole 12 days of promptmas although Christmas is tomorrow but—you Christmas lovers celebrate until the new years right? Anyways here’s a little something for coco that’ll hopefully make you smile.

S/N: this was supposed to be queued until early tomorrow afternoon and I thought this got accidentally deleted and I was really about to throw a fit lmao! Just to realize it wanted to be posted today so this is brought to you guys early! Hope you enjoy this little thing 😬🫣 + GIF BELONGS TO: @thesewickedhands

PROMPT: #25. “I don’t care that you’re hanging up lights, get off the roof!”

WARNINGS: mentions of religion, drug addiction, & coco being hardheaded af.

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Why was the gravel ashy if Santo Padre hardly got any snow?

That was the main thing on her mind on her drive back to the house. Surely it would make sense if they lived in a climate where snow was common. Honestly it was a little aggravating witnessing this as the wheels rode over the pavement; she wished they were experiencing rain on this winter day to bring in some damn moisture for once.

As she approached the house, her large round eyes formed into slits as she noticed something on the roof of her home. She stopped chewing as she creeped the car along the sidewalk, getting closer to the cream-colored home.

Just to her suspicion she took in the frame of the long haired man crouched on the roof. Immediately her window went down as she leaned over the passenger side yelling, “Coco, what do you think you’re doing?”

He silently cursed to himself as he sniffed, flicking the buds of his cigarette, watching the embers float downwards before he proposed a question himself, “you’re back home early. Something go wrong at church?”

He silently cursed to himself as he sniffed, flicking the buds of his cigarette, watching the embers float downwards before he proposed a question himself, “you’re back home early. Something go wrong at church?”

The woman snickered to herself, knowing that Coco took the opportunity of her heading out to church to do—whatever it is that he’s doing on top of the house. Church was something that called her every so often (she came from a religious background so it was not a foreign idea to her but after living on her own, she didn’t find a true place of worship like back home) and even brought coco with her a couple of times. He enjoyed the singing portion and often felt anointed by the soulful voices after his struggles with drug addiction, yet he did not enjoy the long sermons.

The woman snickered to herself, knowing that Coco took the opportunity of her heading out to church to do—whatever it is that he’s doing on top of the house. Church was something that called her every so often (she came from a religious background so it was not a foreign idea to her but after living on her own, she didn’t find a true place of worship like back home) and even brought coco with her a couple of times. He enjoyed the singing portion and often felt anointed by the soulful voices after his struggles with drug addiction, yet he did not enjoy the long sermons.

She was climbing out of the emerald green Volkswagen Beetle then, boots on her feet as they clacked against the sidewalk to stand a great distance from the house but directly in Coco’s line of vision. His ink eyes scanned over her frame, a black leather jacket he bought for her last Christmas, tossed over a v-neck cut bodysuit…but most importantly the aluminum pan she was eating from, right in front of his face.

“I lied,” she answered around the shredded beef quesadilla with a lift of her shoulders, “I didn’t go to church.”

Coco blew his smoke to the side as a small frown appeared in between his brows, “where you go then? Aye…Don’t they say lying is a sin?”

She fought against the wind chill that surrounded her body, flicking her hair back from her shoulders as she fired back, “and isn’t waiting for you girlfriend to leave to do whatever it is that you’re doing, sneaky?”

“What’s sneaky about hanging up lights for the house?” Coco suddenly dragged the line of lights from behind him, holding them up in the air for her to see.

She blinked, “uh…maybe waiting until no one is around to help you?”

“I don’t need any help, I got it.” Coco stubbornly replied, “just like you didn’t need any help, lying about your whereabouts dressed like that and coming back eating that shit right in front of my face.”

The woman’s plump lips scrunched up at the slight attitude she was receiving right now. It was evident that Coco felt like he was being nagged but all she asked was a simple question.

Only for his well-being.

Taking a deep inhale and exhaling she took a different approach, “Pilates. I was at Pilates, okay? Yes, I’m following the latest trend, I fear, and I don’t wanna hear nothing about it. I Wanted to try something new and it was cool for like thirty minutes until I learned each session is a hour and sometimes a hour or more.”

Coco scratched at his hair with the hand that held his cigarette. “The hell is that?”

“What?”

“Pilates, you said?”

“Oh, it’s a strength training exercise.”

Coco pushed out his lips and shrugged, figuring he would just look it up later online. He had work to do but at least she was being honest…until another thought occurred to him.

“If you were out exercising…why you eating something so oily?”

Now why would he say that?

Was Coco a nutritionist instead of a Mayan?

Coco could see from on top of the house that she didn’t care for that response. The flare of her tinted button nose almost made him regret saying it. He wasn’t trying to knock his girl for her eating habits, it was only a question, but it was clear the holiday season was giving unnecessary stress to them both.

He watched as she stomped back over to her car, snatched her cotton tote bag from the backseat and slammed the door shut. With her head held high up the air, she began strutting down the rest of the sidewalk to head up the path that led to the house. She halted as she realized she dropped her dusty pink leg warmers, bent down to shove them back into the bag, not without giving Coco her full ass to kiss and knew he would be watching, as she held up her middle finger in between her legs and up at her blunt boyfriend.

Just as she turned around he said:

“My bad—

He started, knowing that he pissed her off.

“I don’t care that you’re hanging up lights, get off the roof!” Was all she shouted throughout the neighborhood, he was sure if anyone was around, especially that nosy old man, Hector from across the street, he would probably be on Coco’s head about this.

The glare in her large round eyes and the pointing was all Coco needed to know they were in argument right now. However he didn’t have any words to argue with, so he stood up from the roof, cigarette back in his mouth as he now held the lights in both hands, silently stamping his claim. This motion was enough for her to get that Coco wasn’t going anywhere, he was going to do whatever he set his mind to.

“Okay, Johnny.” Was all she said, sending him a sweet smile that was anything but, before entering the house with a slam of the door.

Coco laughed to himself, peeking back over at his lady’s car noticing that she didn’t bother to roll the windows up, (it was supposed to rain tonight) she was so annoyed with him. He knew he’d do it later just in case the automatic windows decided they wanted to get stuck again but his focus were on these Christmas lights.

Coco wanted to decorate the outside, that’s all he cared about; since he never got the chance to do it growing up with the kind of mother he had…however he was slowly building a family and felt like this was something he should do.

So he did.

Hours passed to the point she forgot Coco was even outside as she got wrapped up in other things around the house. From showering, to putting Christmas tunes on while tidying the house some more, to switching on the Christmas trees lights and faux poinsettias over the mantle, she was finally sitting down on the couch, finishing her leftover lunch when Letty entered the house, searching for her.

“Hey, do you know coco’s hanging from the side of the house?” Letty questioned, “he told me not to say anything but—when do I ever listen to what he says?”

A smirk appeared on her lips then, which made confusion wash over Letty’s face as she watched her take her time slipping on her jacket and Uggs. The teen just raised her hands, not wanting to be bothered with what those two had going on as she began making her way to the kitchen. The girl halted in the hallway, backtracking, doe-eyes scanning the doorway to make sure that she was in fact out of the house, as Letty plucked up the last quesadilla, running to her bedroom.

A sigh left her lips as she stood into the much cooler evening air. Her arms folded against each other as she watched coco dangle from the side of the home by the lights that held him hostage by his ankle.

“Hey there stranger,” she started, to get his attention, “how’s it hanging? Any blood rushing to your head yet?”

“Fucking Leticia,” Coco muttered not wanting her to see him like this, “Can you get me down, mamita?”

“Oh, so now you want my help?”

“I don’t exactly have my gun to shoot this shit off. So yeah.” He lightly spun, hanging upside down like a bat in its cave.

She was positive he would have done something exactly like that if no one was around. It was just humorous to her that he was not only in his predicament over some lights, but he was the one giving her attitude for not wanting him to injure himself up there in the first place and now look at him.

The nerve of this man.

“Maybe I should leave you here until midnight.”

“I’ll probably be dead by then.”

“I hope not.”

“Mamita! Stop fucking around, please! I’m starting to lose feeling in my neck.”

She would be lying if she said that didn’t spark her heart rate a bit. However she still took her time walking fully over to him, one hand in her pocket as she slipped out her knife and swiped it around his ankle. Quickly stepping back she watched at the lights unraveled the man, sending him head-first right into the grass.

Coco laid there for a bit on his stomach, before he lifted his head some, long hair in his eyes as she watched him. “Thanks.”

“Mhm,” she kicked the grass before holding her hand to help the man to his feet. Her hands went to his skull next, fingertips pressing into the scalp beneath his shiny hair.

Coco melted into her hands then, as she gave him a massage in a attempt to help the headache he was probably facing now. His hands went to her waist, mainly to steady himself before he completely pressed his head to her chest.

“My bad,” He whispered into the orange frosted sky, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings earlier.”

This she knew.

Yet coco didn’t receive a vocal response from her, she just held onto him like he wanted. They were both trying their best to heal from their own inner demons, so the couple knew they couldn’t take what was said personally.

So they’d blame it on the holidays for now.

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Continue along with my December anthology prompts here.

[myckicade]

WARNING: Contains reworked spoilers for Season Four.

Prompt: Can you do a Coco imagine and fix it please????

A/N: Ugggh. I still wish that I could properly fix it. I do. I'm so, so sorry that I can't, loves. All I can offer is this, and a massive hug.

As a further warning, I've played with canon (clearly), in order to fit the wider universe that this story follows. Since the events of Meth Mountain never would have taken place, Oakland wasn't a bitch detail for Coco.

P.S. This is over a year old, but I finally finished the bastard!!!!

Title: Catalyst

Pairing: Coco/Reader (F, Wife)

Teaser: You don't really know the realities of being a biker's wife, a fact that is becoming painfully clear. You can prepare for injuries, for accidents and scrapes and broken bones and concussions and-... Fuck, this? No, no, there's been no preparing for this.

There’s a high-pitched chirping coming from the nightstand, and it’s everything in you not to reach across the bed and fling the source of the noise against the wall. Fucking Club. They always need Coco at the strangest of hours, out to do fuck knows what, only fuck knows where. Under normal circumstances, you would let it slide, even at two in the morning. Unfortunately, normal circumstances are on holiday.

“Coco,” you groan, burying your face futher into your pillow. It muffles your words, but you know he’ll understand you, regardless. “Your phone…” You’re practically whining, but it’s… That sound, it’s grating on your nerves, ringing in the space between your eyes in a way that makes you want to cry. Another complaint is about to meet your pillowcase, when the tone abruptly cuts out. Thank fuck.

And, yes, you’ve counted those stars too soon. Almost as quickly as it stopped, the chirping starts again.

“Coco, what the fuck?” you hiss, pushing yourself up on your arms, to look over at the other pillow… Only to find it empty.

Oh. Oh, right. Coco’s still in Oakland. Sadly, this isn’t the first time you’ve gone to reach for him in the night, only to realize… Well. This is going to do nothing to rescue your mood. Because, for all you’ve been complaining to your husband’s temporary ghost, it’s most decidedly your phone that’s interrupted your sleep. Guilt settles in around the edges of your slowly-forming sense of consciousness. Eh. You’ll apologize to him when he gets back. You’ll say you’re sorry for yelling at him when he wasn’t around to hear it. He’ll laugh, and call you adorably crazy, and that will be that.

One more day, you tell yourself. Just one more day, and he’ll be home.

You stretch your arm toward the nightstand, intent to grab hold of the offending hunk of plastic and metal. Just as your fingers touch the surface, the ringing stops again. Huh. You’re beginning to grow concerned, the more alert you become. Coco wouldn’t call you in the middle of the night, not unless it was an emergency. Letty… Letty is safe in her bed, further shortening your list of potential callers. What if it’s from back home? It can’t be good, no matter who it is. Swallowing down a wave of honest terror, you pick up your phone, and-

Ding-ding.

The display lights up, alerting you to an incoming text message. It’s Gilly. Gilly never messages you. Your heart climbs into your throat, thumb shaking as you swipe up, and tap the icon to open your messages. You don’t want to know, and you can’t wait another second to find out what’s happened-

GET HERE NOW.

Your next breath catches in your chest, as you pull yourself upright in your bed. Get where? What the fuck is-

Ding-ding. Another message. It’s an address. You copy the address, and open it into your web browser, only to freeze up again as you realize... It's an address to a hospital.

A hospital? Oh, no, no, you’re going to be sick. The nausea is creeping up, burning in fear-

Ding-ding.

Tears fill your eyes. No, you can’t look. You just can’t. But…

COCO IN SURGERY. CALL ME.

Eyes frantically scanning the screen before you, you locate the appropriate icon, and smash your thumb against it. Every part of you is shaking, warmth slipping from your eyes, a sob fighting harder and harder to break free with every passing ring.

“Come on, come on, Gilly,” you whimper. The shaking has taken over every limb, so violent your bones are beginning to ache.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

“(Y/n)?!” It’s Gilly. His voice is such a relief, that sob finally forces its way out in a harsh cough.

“Gilly,” you plead. “What the hell happened?!”

*

The path before you opens up slowly, accompanied by a too-loud woosh of sound, and a burst of chilled air. You hate that you have to stop, even for the two or three seconds it takes for the glass doors to part far enough that you and Letty can get through them. Side by side, that's been the way since you'd had to wake her up, not an hour prior. Hands clasped together, a lifeline for one another. With a deep breath, you step through a second set of doors, and into the hospital's emergency department.

Six gunshot wounds. Fractured right tibia. Some kind of skull fracture. Gilly hadn't been terribly clear after that. Trying to get hold of a medical professional was a fuck of a struggle the entire way up, a wash of dropped calls, hold music, and after-hours answering services. Still, thanks to what Gilly was able to tell you, you aren't walking into it completely blind. Neither is Leticia, but, feeling the girl's hand tremble in yours, and hearing her half-stifled sniffles, you can't help but wonder which would really be worse.

The check-in desk is only a few steps away, but they seem to drag on for far longer than that. There's someone ahead of you, because, yes, of course, there is. Letty doesn't say a word of it, not right away, doesn't tell anyone to hurry their ass, or get the fuck out of the way, which says enough about how fearful the both of you are, concerning this discussion. The woman behind the desk could say anything, could be forced to direct you anywhere that would shatter the hope that Gilly left you with.

He's alive, though. Those were Gilly's exact words, and that's what you keep telling yourself. That's what got you into your clothes, and your coat, out the door and to the gas station. That's what kept you on the road, and not in a ditch, too blinded by tears and shaken with nausea to keep it between the lines. You're holding onto it now, grasping it with every last shred of your sanity. Coco's alive. He's alive, and he's a fighter, and if you find out who the fuck is responsible for this, you'll-

"Fuck this," Letty grumbles under her breath, taking a single step forward. Her mouth is open, surely ready to spout some obscenity that you can't find it in you to fault her for, when someone shouts from the left.

"(Y/n)!"

You jerk your head up, legs weakening at the sight of Gilly and Bishop hurrying over from the waiting area. They're still here, you tell yourself, as Gilly pulls you and Letty into a tight hold. That has to be a good sign, right? No one is off seeking... Shit, you don't know. Revenge or balance, whatever response the M.C. would typically have in this sort of a situation.

It strikes you suddenly. You don't know what the fallout from this is going to be. You don't really know the realities of being a biker's wife, a fact that is becoming painfully clear. Bits and pieces of conversation overheard during parties, and Coco failing at whispering over the phone, and that's it. He's never let you know, and you've always been fine with that, but now... Now, you'd give your left arm to understand, at the same time that you just don't fucking care. It wouldn't change a fucking thing, either way. You can prepare for injuries, for accidents and scrapes and broken bones and concussions and-... Fuck, this? No, no, there's been no preparing for this.

"What the fuck happened?!" Letty shouts, the second she's able to pull back from Gilly's arm. She looks between both men standing before you, expectant. You can't help but do the same.

Bishop sighs. "We don't know very much-"

"Bullshit," Letty spits. Reaching out, you place your hand on her forearm. She doesn't shrug you off, but it doesn't stop her argument. "You fuckers always know shit."

"Well, in this case," Bishop replies, tone firm, but not entirely unkind, "we weren't given much to go on." He glances your way, expression somber. "We know he's still in surgery. Bullets in his back, and his right leg. Fucked up the bone."

"G-Gilly," you begin, nodding, "Gilly said it was the tibia?"

Bishop nods, and Gilly hangs his head. "Right."

"The skull fracture?" Letty demands, when Bishop doesn't continue. You glance up, and find your daughter blinking back tears. Admirably, you might add.

Gilly shrugs, miserably. "Cracked his head when he fell, maybe. He was near his bike. Mighta' landed on it." Letty reaches out to grab your hand in hers. Good timing. It's all you can do not to bury your face away from the rest of the world. "The doctors've been waitin' on you. Won't give us the full story without family present."

Yeah, that makes sense. You look between the two men apologetically. Poor bastards. They've surely been trying to get every scrap of information they can, and here you two are, grilling them for details they've been prevented from learning.

Shaking your head, you sigh, a fragile, shaky sound. "Where is he?" you ask, glancing down the hallway from which they had emerged. You want to know what waiting room to pace, what nurse's station to post up at. Taking a deep breath, you focus as best you can. This is terrifying, but not all-together unfamiliar territory. "Where were you guys waiting?"

Bishop places a hand at your back, guiding you down the hallway. Gilly swings an arm around Letty's shoulders, leaning in to murmur something you don't bother trying to hear. Now that the fear of the unknown is simmering a little lower, the numbness is beginning to creep in.

Alive.

Surgery.

Shattered.

Christ, Coco, you pray, silently, as you lower yourself into an open waiting room chair. You had better be okay.

*

There are more tubes and wires attached to your husband than should be possible for one human being. Your cousin hadn't looked this bad after his car accident in '09, you can't help but remember, as your eyes wander across what little of Coco's skin is visible. A bit of forearm, between medical attachments. Shoulders, neck, and chin. Forehead. There are bruises across his face, and it looks as though the doctors have reset his nose. You've seen Coco through scrapes before, from bar fights to dumping his bike while intoxicated. Even then, even with bleeding legs and a bruised tailbone, he hadn't been this beaten up.

It's everything in you not to burst into tears, all over again.

Heaven help you, that you should cry anymore. Your throat is already so dry you're going hoarse. For better or worse, there's no one around to hear your voice, anyhow. Letty wandered off to the cafeteria a while ago, intent to get you something to drink, and a snack. You didn't have the heart to fight her on it. She's every bit as anxious as you are, and she needs something to do, something she can control to keep herself from falling apart. If she can seize the opportunity to keep one of her parents going, and healthy, you won't stand in the way.

A loud tone chimes in from the machine behind you, followed by a series of pulsating beeps. Time for vitals. When the results are displayed, you can't help but glance up. No change. In this instance, it's as good as gold. He's living off of so many aids - breathing tube, I.V. solution, anesthetics - any little change could be explained by just about any detail.

You sigh, low and slow. Fuck. You knew this could happen. You've told yourself as much at least half a dozen times tonight, alone. That doesn't change the reality. And didn't it just figure? It feels like you've been married for five minutes, and everything is going to shit. It had seemed so... Ugh, so fucking perfect, much as you hate to be that doe-eyed, but that's what it's been. Fucking. Perfect.

It's just your luck, Santo Padre doesn't allow for perfect.

Looking back to the bed, to Coco's closed eyes, and his exhausted form... Well, you smirk, just a tad. "Didn't need to go getting shot, just to get a good rest, y'know," you murmur, before blowing out a breath. Levity isn't going to make you feel any better, much as you'd like to try. The nurse said to talk to him, which makes perfect sense, but... You don't have much to go on, besides nervous joking, and desperate pleas.

"Maybe I ought to take a page from Leticia's book, and break something," you continue, now talking to yourself, just as much as to your husband. "You'd be so pleased." You reach out, and slowly slide your fingers into Coco's palm. He's a little chilly, unsurprising between the loss of blood, and the air conditioning blasting down from the ceiling. You grip his fingers as tightly as you dare, and lean in. "Come on, mi rey," you whisper, barely loud enough to reach Coco's ears, even if he was awake. "I have faith in you. You keep fighting. No matter who, or what comes after you, baby, you fight." Your voice catches, as you slide your free hand into your purse. "We need you to be okay, Johnny." It might sound selfish to anyone else's ears, but you know Coco would want to hear it, to hear that he is needed, and loved, and wanted. All the things he knows, but sometimes forgets.

The things you will work even harder to keep him from forgetting.

"We all need you to. Me, and Letty..." Bringing your hand up, you prop a small slip of paper on Coco's chest, tilting it in front of his face. Your jaw trembles, and your voice cracks as tears flood your eyes. "And your son, baby." You pause to get yourself together, which doesn't amount to much. There's more guilt behind this conversation than you wish you felt, the feeling drawing a sob from your throat. "I was gonna' tell you when you got back. I swear, I was." He's waited for this for so long. You both have. "So, you've gotta' fight it, okay? Take whatever time you need, but-..." Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself. "You need to get better," you instruct, in as commanding a voice as you can manage. "I'm not raising this baby without you, you hear me?"

There's no response. You don't expect one. This isn't a sappy romance movie, or the daily soaps. Coco will wake up when he's good and ready. And you'll be here, holding his hand, and chatting about what he's sleeping through all the while. You lean down and press your lips to his fingers, thumb brushing along the back of his hand. "I love you, baby," you murmur, pressing another kiss to his skin before you sit back up. Lean back. Try to relax.

Vitals sound again.

Someone wheels a cart by, just outside the room.

You sniffle. Just once.

"Y'know, I thought I'd be bailing our Princess out of jail, by now," you admit, thoughtfully. "She really kept it together. You'd be proud as hell of her."

*

Letty stands in front of a cafeteria display case, filled with questionable-looking salads and tempting baked treats in plastic clamshell containers. Each one makes her stomach turn. She's not here for her, though, is she? She's here for you. She's here to make sure her mother, after six straight hours of waiting in a lousy fucking hospital chair, isn't going to drop on her, too, from something as stupid as low blood sugar. If that was to happen? Jesus Christ, she doesn't know what the fuck she'd do. End up in the psych ward, more than likely. Or break someone's worthless neck. Yeah, that sounds more like it.

She's just about to reach for a slice of what she thinks is chocolate cake, when a hand comes to rest on her arm. It startles the living shit out of her, but when she looks up, ready to gouge out a motherfucker's eye with one of the plastic-wrapped sporks within her reach, Letty finds Gilly staring down at her.

Fuck. Yeah, that tracks. She's been in here for a good little while.

"Find anything for your Mom?" he asks quietly, removing his hand from her person to tuck it back in the pocket of his kutte. Letty turns back toward the display case, staring into the middle space for a moment.

"You're gonna' get the motherfucker responsible, right?" Behind her, Gilly sighs. She's expecting a comment about her language, or about how this isn't the time to be worried about something like vengeance. A truly ugly response is on the tip of her tongue, when Gilly surprises her.

"Yeah," he promises, voice quiet, but sure. "Yeah, kid, we're gonna' get 'em."

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[purplerain85]

The loss of Coco

Paring: Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Warning: angst, kind of mention of suicide by reader but it’s more of her cry for help, mental health issues due to the death of a loved one (soulmate), blaming Álvarez for her pain, swearing, so many tears.

A/N: I came across a Facebook clip and it just broke me. And all I could think of is how the reader would be months after the loss of Coco and how she blames Álvarez for her pain. I am ignoring the whole math mountain (Coco still had a drug addiction) and Hope.

Make sure you have tissues

Proof read by @withmyteeth and @yourwonkywriter thank you ladies so much 💗💗

Tags 🏷️ @withmyteeth @yourwonkywriter @raewritesfiction @darklydeliciousdesires @darqchilddaydreamz @redpoodlern @redwood-orginals @reyeswritesmc @chibsytelford @twistnet @twistneteclipse @nestorsgirlfriend @nessamc @blowmymbackout @drabbles-mc @rebelwrites @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @challengeahellcat @indefiniteimagines

Other characters: Angel, EZ, Bishop, Creeper, Gilly, Nails, Hank, and Letty

It’s been 6 months Six long heartbreaking months and nothing ever seems to be getting better, the brain fog, your drinking has picked up, Letty tried to help you but she needed out of that house and left Santo Parde two months ago, you talk (well she text and you sometimes respond, but she is flourishing in Florida).

Angel is the main one from the club who checks in on you twice every single day to bring you food and see how you are doin g. He knows how broken you are but isn’t sure how to help you and you really think the only reason he comes around is because he feels bad for ignoring Coco.

You show up to the club as today is Angel’s birthday he wanted you to stop by and see Nails and walk over to the bar and ask for a rum and coke. “How have you been doing girl? I miss seeing your beautiful face around here” Nails ask.

You look at her and shrug “I’m still here, it’s not any less painful then when I got the phone call I still cry myself to sleep every night.” You say. Nails looks at you with sadness in her eyes as she doesn’t really know what to say. Other than she walk over and hugs you.

An hour later you are 6 drinks in and you are borderline drunk and then men come out of church and you see the one person who you were hoping and praying you wouldn’t see Álvarez and you can feel the anger and the hurt build ten times more. Most of the guys check in on you from time to time but Álvarez has never even reached out to you which surprised you in the beginning but eventually it just made you angry.

Álvarez looks at you and walks over and says “I know you blame me but I just did what I thought was good for the club” your shocked and look at him and raise your “the best for the club!? Are you fucking serious? Instead of helping him, you sent him away! Away from anyone who could actually help him! You just threw him away!”

Everyone has stopped what they are doing and watching you two Álvarez stares calmly back at you “look at you! You can’t even help yourself how would you have helped him? And what are you doing drinking that crap? You need to take better care of yourself. Especially if you want to get better, and in time it will!” He turns from you while the tears form in your eyes and in a split second you grab his gun and hold it to your jaw everyone gets up and but cautiously surrounding you.

You scream “What the Fuck! Nothing’s getting better, it’s only getting worse! Why isn’t anything getting getting better! It’s like I’m drowning in my own fucking head!” Angel walks closer behind you “I can’t do this shit anymore I need it to all stop for two seconds” Angel and EZ tackle you with EZ grabbing the gun from you and Angel holding you in a tight grip while you two crumble to the floor “I just need everything to stop!”

After the situation the night before you agreed to go to rehab and therapy and EZ has called for Álverez to step down as president because he and most of the rest of the crew including Creeper, Bishop, and surprisingly Nestor think that what happened with you was his fault and him acting like he didn’t do anything wrong doesn’t sit well with anyone. Álverez calls for a vote and he in unanimously voted out.

A year has past since that night you have made a completely 360 change. You sold Coco’s home and decided to move to a little island in Cuba and found love again with someone you never saw coming even though he was always there Angel.

Side not this is the clip that made me think of this and it just broke me

[the-hinky-panda]

I’ve been really quiet lately and I’m sorry about that! I’ve been sick for three weeks and finally made it into the doctor’s to find out I’ve most likely had and am starting to recover from strep throat and now have a sinus and ear infection. But I have been writing and having some fun with @bullet-prooflove​ as I venture into the Mayan MC universe. So to prove that I have in fact been writing, here’s a sneak peek of what was supposed to be a one shot and well...now it’s not. 

Monsoons are incredibly beautiful and very dangerous. 

Everything starts when you see the small Audi hydroplane across three lanes of traffic and clip the back of a motorcycle, sending the bike and its rider sliding across the pavement. You’re out of your car and sprinting towards the prone biker before your brain catches up with your body. There’s another driver that has stopped and you turn towards them. 

“Call 911! Biker ejected on the roadway!” 

The driver nods and immediately gets on their phone. By the time the paramedics make their way through south San Diego traffic, you have the rider’s suspected broken leg splinted and his head and neck stabilized. He drifts out of consciousness but you manage to get his name. Angel Reyes. And promise to not let the paramedics cut his kutte off him. Unfortunately, that means when they load him into the ambulance, you are left standing in the middle of the highway, holding his leather Mayan vest in your hands. 

You know what hospital they’re taking him to so you go back to your car, sit in the traffic pile up from the accident and end up walking into the ER almost three hours later. Finding his friends is easy as there is a small gathering of men wearing similar kuttes with matching Mayan patches emblazoned on them. You return the vest to a man that introduces himself as EZ, Angel’s brother. Despite the tension of worry in the group, they all express their gratitude to you and your fast-thinking skills. You end sitting next to them as they wait for the doctor, between a tank of a man named Gilly and a thin, almost jittery man who introduces himself as Coco. 

The news is good: a severe bone bruise on his femur and minor whiplash. There were some minor fractures in his wrist but that is the worst of it. Thankful that the day ends on a positive note, you shake hands with the club members and head out to your car. Coco offers to walk you out to the parking garage, a show of thanks for your care and time. 

“So, how’d you know how to do all that?” he asks you when you get into the elevator. 

“I’m an ER nurse up in La Jolla. I also volunteer at a free clinic in Palm City near the Mexico border.” 

“You sound busy.” 

That’s an understatement. You had been valedictorian of your high school class, went on to Med School and your residency, dedicating yourself to your studies and career. What little spare time you had was spent at church with your family or volunteering at clinics, homeless shelters, or community events. “I am busy, yeah. You could say that.” 

He gives you a crooked grin when you reach your car. “Too busy for a little bit of fun?” 

You have no idea what he’s implying. Your religious upbringing and subsequent sheltering causes you to think the worst. “What kind of fun?” 

“There’s a community barbeque next weekend in Santo Padre. It’s not that far from Palm City. Would be nice to have Angel’s guardian angel be the guest of honor.” 

Guardian angel. Guest of honor. You laugh in mild embarrassment. “I don’t know if I would go that far but I do like barbecues.” 

He pulls out his phone. “You give me your number, I’ll give you the details.” 

It’s the most outrageous thing you’ve ever done. But “fun” is something that you’ve never made time for and perhaps it’s time to change that. 

You give him your phone number. 

[briefpersonenemy]

I feel like there are not a lot of Johnny Coco Cruz fanfics around and I want to write one or two but... of course. I know I'm not as good as these other writers here

🫠☹️

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Today’s About You: Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz

Mayans MC Masterlist

word count: 844

description:  Prompt used: We can do anything you want to do today.

It had been a few weeks since you had a day where you had Coco all to yourself but you understood with the club shit going on lately, you were grateful if you got a text from him or got to see him either in the morning or evening for a few minutes.

You were sleeping when you felt kisses being placed along your shoulder and back making you smile as you started to stretch and wake yourself up. You turned on your back and smiled when you saw Coco sitting on the edge of your bed looking at you.

"Morning Amour, to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing here?" You asked.

"Well we finally have a day off, so I figured we could spend the day together since we've hardly had any time together these past few weeks." He said lacing his hand with yours.

"Really? I get the whole day with you?" You asked wrapping your arms around him.

"You do, so we can do anything you want to do today. But first I demand a kiss." He said making you laugh as you gave him a kiss.

"And if I wanna spend all day in bed with you?" You asked with a smile as you gave him another kiss.

"That's fine with me...like I said today's all about you Amour." He said as your stomach growled making you both laugh.

"Well, maybe I should go get dressed so we can get breakfast." You said as he nodded.

About ten minutes you showered and were dressed and headed to the living room where you found him waiting on the arm of the couch waiting for you swinging your car keys around his fingers.

"We not taking the bike?" You asked him as you slide your shoes.

"Nah want to be as close to you as possible." He said grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles making you smile.

True to his word the whole way to the diner he kept his hand laced with yours while the other was on the wheel and after breakfast when you two decided to just go for a drive for a bit with no destination, he either kept his hand laced with yours or on your thigh while you drove.

"I just want you to know that I'm sorry we haven't been able to do much these past couple of weeks." He said.

"Oh amour, you don't have to apologize for that, I know what I was getting into when we started dating... I know it's not much to some people but those few minutes I get to spend with you in the morning before you leave or when you get home mean so much to me." You said looking over at him with a smile.

"Thank you for saying that, sometimes I wonder if you deserve better than me." He said.

"Never in a million years." You said placing a kiss on his cheek while he was driving.

"Now that's settled, are you up for a little competition?" He asked pulling into the arcade parking lot.

"Loser buys lunch or dinner?" You asked.

"Deal." He said making you smile.

The whole time you two competed against each other in various games and you two nearly caused a wreck with how aggressive you were being on the go-go karts. After the go-go karts, you two brought your tickets up to the cashier who could only laugh.

"Date night?" He asked as you two nodded.

"Well with the tickets and the score from the go-go karts, it looks like your boyfriend won this one." the cashier said as Coco cheered making your roll eyes in fake annoyance.

"Tell you what Amour, since you are such a good sport and gave me some serious competition, why don't pick out a prize?" He said lacing his hand with yours.

You scanned through the various prizes until they landed on the giant pink unicorn that sat at the top of the shelf, and you had to have it even if it was the most ridiculous thing ever.

"The giant unicorn." You said pointing to it.

"Why did I know you were going to pick that?" Coco said shaking his head as the cashier counted through your tickets.

"Individually you don't have enough but if you two want to put your tickets together, you would have enough to get it." The cashier said.

"Go ahead." You said before Coco could've asked you if you wanted to or not.

Coco swore seeing you smile like that was worth everything he had gone through before he met you, he knew he would do anything to see that smile.

"You know I could've gone back and won more tickets?" He asked as you two walked back out to the car.

"I know but I still owe you dinner since you won the competition, but still thank you for contributing so I could get this." You said placing a kiss on his lips.

"You know I do anything for you, even if that means helping you win the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen." He said placing your unicorn in the backseat.

[purestxblood]

𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝔧𝔬𝔥𝔫𝔫𝔶 '𝔠𝔬𝔠𝔬' 𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔷

"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵."

– JUST A DRABBLE I’VE HAD IN MY HEAD FOR A WHILE & NEEDED TO WRITE TO MEND THE BROKEN HEART I CREATED W/ THIS CONCEPT. enjoy ♡ 

“Hey,” Coco muttered, “te quiero.” 

Your eyes trailed the way the tips of his fingers brushed against your knuckles, lingering one after the other, before attempting to slide his fingers in between the gaps of your own. His touch felt foreign, merely an old faded memory, a touch that once made you melt into his embrace and seek to close the gaps – but now, now, his faint attempt at comfort only made you pull away and clasp your own in comfort.

You wanted his touch –

but you didn’t need it.

“I love you,” he repeated, his voice more hoarse and stern.

The tears that cascaded down the sides of your cheeks had begun to dry while your lashes clumped together from the wet droplets. You couldn’t help the frail half closed mouth smile that twitched. 

Once those words left his lips for the first time, Coco hadn’t been able to stop. His i love you’s and te quiero’s were laced to the tip of his tongue. He was addicted to the way it sounded aloud, hooked to deep eyes of longing you captivated when his voice of love soothed your ears.

Oh, how you wished you could go back. 

Coco’s verbal adorn seemed more scornful, it was as if he was trying to speak those three words into existence. His words felt as if he were trying to convince himself more than provide you with reassurance yet he was only validating the twisted pain rotating in swivels among your heart.

You licked your upper lip and met his eyes, “no you don’t,” you whispered. 

Coco shook his head in protest, “how do you know what I feel?” 

“You want to love me,” you stated, “as much as I love you… you like the idea of this, of us, but” you hesitated, blinking back the new welts of tears forming in the corner of your eyes. 

You had felt this feeling for weeks, however, you tried your best to tell yourself it was only your fears and insecurities creating these assumptions. Coco’s actions didn’t help soothe your worries, if anything, his actions that failed to match his words were exactly what provided you with the notion – that your fears were happening directly in front of you. 

“– you’re not ready for this Coco,” you said before your voice broke within the truth, “you’re not ready to love me.” 

𝗧𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁, @rkil98 @chazubagi @callmejaye 

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩!

[bullet-prooflove]

25. But fuck I'm glad she's mine

With that Johnny Coco Cruz!

It’s the coffee cup that makes Coco realise he’s fallen in love with you. You pressing the reusable bamboo fibre thing into his hand before he takes off in his car to the scrap yard. It’s not the first time you’ve done it and he knows as long as he stays over at your place it won’t be the last.

It means so much to him even if you don’t realise it. He’s not used to being taken care of, to having someone think of his needs. He’s always been the one doing the looking after but with you it’s different. You’re attuned to him in a way no one else has been before and it touches a place deep down in his heart because before you Coco has never been loved.

His relationships have always been transactional but you, you give so freely. It’s a breath of fresh air.

“Thank you.” he murmurs when he meets your gaze.

He hopes you know he’s not just talking about the coffee, that he’s talking about all the little things you do. Everything that makes this thing between the two of you seem real. He isn’t sure he’s conveying it right so instead he says it, because he knows to you words and actions mean everything.

“Thank you for loving me.”

[reyeswritesmc]

JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ MASTERLIST

-> one-shots

-> headcannons

[ficnation]

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐌.𝐂. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

♡ - fluff

● - angst

❧ - platonic

✿ - gender neutral reader

➼ - male reader

🍓 Imagines 🍓

600 WORDS>

☠︎︎ OBISPO “BISHOP” LOSA

Loss ●/♡

☠︎︎ EZEKIEL "EZ" REYES

Lying in Blood ●

Shadow of a Broken Heart ●/❧

☠︎︎ JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ

Double Trouble

Summary: When you and Letty get in trouble, you go to the only person that can help you out.

☠︎︎ MICHAEL “RIZ” ARIZA

The Hook of Attraction

Summary: Riz meets the newest girl at Vicki's. He's instantly hooked by your presence.

☠︎︎ NERON “CREEPER” VARGAS

Love Seed

Summary: Neron gets comfortable at Vicki's with a certain someone. Their connection blossoms.

☠︎︎ MIGUEL GALINDO

Consolation

Summary: After his son is kidnapped and his marriage with Emily takes the strain, Miguel seeks you out.

🍓 Series 🍓

☠︎︎ ANGEL REYES

“She” (ongoing!)

Chapter 1: The Comfort She Brings ●

Chapter 2: The Guilt She Bears ●

Chapter 3: The Desire She Stirs ♡/●

Chapter 4: The Love She Holds ♡/●

Chapter 5: The Secrets She Keeps

Chapter 6: The Pain She Endures

Summary: You are the bearer of bad news and the bringer of comfort. You are the reminder of his past and the hope for a better future.

☠︎︎ VARIOUS!

The Heart Wants What It Wants (ongoing!)

[cloveroctobers]

JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ x black! Reader / SPRING PROMPTS!

A/N: since I don’t/didn’t write nearly enough for him. *sigh* that’s all I’m going to say on that. My spring prompts were intentionally supposed to be fluff but…

WARNINGS; mentions of mental health, drug habits, some fluff, language, and dark times! Sad times!

Using: #11. fresh baked bread + #12. Walk in the woods from the spring OTP prompt list.

Track listened to while writing?

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They always say you don’t have enough time in the world. Most usually think the opposite and unconsciously live life like it’s any other day, that it’s limitless yet it’s anything but. For the last week it felt like there was just something weighing on your chest and your gut was telling you that time was running out. You tried to blame it on your clinical depression but this was different.

At the start of the new week you started to pay attention to everything more. How everyone in the house was on the go, you always at the bakery at the crack of dawn, preparing breads and pastries with your small crew for the morning rush, Letty doing instacart and showing up whenever she wanted or whenever her piece of shit boyfriend decided to pick her up, and with Coco…he was always on call. To you it just felt like none of you were spending enough time together lately and you wanted to change that.

Well…you attempted to.

The electric dough mixer down at the bakery decided to break after just spending $800+ on it a month ago—thankfully you had warranty on it so another one was being shipped out to you free of charge while the delivery service took the broken one off your hands. Bad news? It was on delay since apparently all the bakers wanted this dough maker so you had to wait two weeks for it. Which also means!! You all had to use your hands more, since there were only three available table top mixers.

“If the work becomes too much, just shut down for a few days, mamita. You deserve it.” Johnny suggested one night, the both of you sitting on your bed as he rubbed at your shoulders.

You leaned into his touch, reaching one hand up to rest against his hand, “Only if you take a break from the club.”

“…we’re not doin’ that tit for tat shit. And I already took a long enough break, don’t you think?” He stopped massaging you for a moment.

Sighing you answered, “yeah against your will, we all know you’re dealing with a disease.”

“Let’s,” he started to raise his voice and lowered his tone and softened his touch, “not go that route tonight. It was just a suggestion, you’re clearly stressed out and could use a break. And I’m trying to get back on track so it sounds like we all gotta do what’s best for us.”

You hummed, too exhausted to argue with your boyfriend for the night and slowly moved from his grasp. Coco’s intense eyes watched your entire being as you slid over to your side of the bed, reached into your night stand to tie your headscarf over your hair.

“Okay.” You finalized, reaching to toss the covers back as you rested underneath them with a yawn.

The man watched you for a moment before he got off the bed to flip off the light switch. Once beside you, he tangled your legs together and pressed his forehead in between your shoulder blades. Once you felt that you began to slowly close your eyes until he asked, “is it though?”

“I’m willing to spend time with not only you but letty. Our family. We have to find balance for each other here and you don’t want to call your health condition what it is…fine. You only want to share that at meetings? Oh-kay . We’ll do that your way but that’s part of life, we have to make time for each other. So…y’all let me know when we can fit into our busy schedule’s.” You mumbled, “goodnight.”

Johnny huffed out a breath against your back but tightened a hold on your waist for the night.

It was a Wednesday when Coco told you Marcus encouraged him and others to head out to Oakland this weekend and of course he took that opportunity. Coco could see that you were disappointed that he would be leaving and Letty seemed indifferent since she could always find something else to get into. Although the both of you shared deep conversations (only when Letty felt like being vulnerable that is) you knew that half of that was for show.

Although you knew this trip was for good measure, you had that sinking feeling sitting in your gut again. You were tight smiles as Coco talked about how good this would be to honor their fallen brothers yet you couldn’t help but to feel selfish about it.

“What’s your weekend, plans?” Coco asked, as he shifted you from the mirror as you finished twisting a section of your hair into a final knot.

He shuffled through drawers.

Pressing your tongue into your cheek, you breathed out a laugh and exited the bathroom. Coco shortly followed after you, tossing a arched tattooed leg up onto your bed to moisturize.

“What’s up your ass, huh?”

Your eyebrows raised as you glanced at him from over your phone. Facing your body in his direction, you turned your eyes into slits, “did our conversation two days ago not mean anything to you?”

The long haired man furrowed his brows, “you mean everything to me, you’re basically the other side of my heart, so yeah any conversation means something.”

Chewing on your bottom lip you deeply inhaled at that. You’d be a fool if you said those words didn’t make butterflies float around in your belly but you were more of a actions kinda person. Talking about the fairytales were always peaceful and it was always tough to get there but lately it felt like you were getting off track again.

Everything was becoming a routine rather than a necessity.

“So…you’re going to Oakland.”

He dipped his head, “I’ll be back early Sunday morning. You know it’s for a good reason.”

“Which I get…but it doesn’t feel right. Why can’t you honor your brothers here? Close to home instead.” You softly said.

Coco moved around the bed to plop down beside you, “‘Cause Marcus saw what efforts I’ve been putting in for this club. He trusts me to go out there and bond with another charter by paying our respects to something we share in common, the lost of family. I can’t pass that up. I know you understand that, right?”

“Of course I understand,” you huffed, “it’s a given when you get involved with someone in a risk taking club but sometimes I just wish you would put this family first too…what if you lose us?”

Instantly coco gripped your hand, getting you to meet his gaze. “Hey, I don’t ever want to hear you talk about that possibility. I don’t want to go back to that thought either, I had enough of that shit back on the mm.”

He searched your eyes which held worry in them. With his free hand he gripped your chin and ran his thumb gently over your brown skin, “I hear you though. As long as I got you and you got me, that’ll never be a lost. I even got plans for the both us tomorrow…oh yeah, I forgot to mention you’re taking a personal day from the shop.”

Coco watched as your frame brightened, almost like that special flower that needs the night to grow, at the news; despite the darkening bags that sat underneath your eyes. It was your turn to grip Coco’s now bare shoulder, “where are we going, johnny?”

“It’s a surprise, mamita. You better rest up.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to your cheek.

“How do you expect me to sleep when you just told me I get to spend time with my best friends tomorrow?”

Coco laughed pinching your chin, “you’re so fucken cute, mamita. I’m just happy that I can make a piece of my heart happy too.”

Pressing your lips to his, you pulled back while knuzzling your bulbous nose against his crooked pointed one.

“…Think you can help put me to sleep?” You questioned, caressing a finger against his bare waist.

His famous lopsided smile appeared on his lips, “I’d be honored to.” Before he pounced on you.

Letty wasn’t home by the time the two of you headed out. He sent her the address and told her to meet the two of you there if she wanted to be part of this moment and she sarcastically sent back some emojis in her typical teenage fashion. The two of you rode out of santo padre for at least half an hour and stopped on the side of the road, just for coco to blind fold you.

“So I know this is one of your kinks and everything bro but um, couldn’t we have discussed this before? I’m still trying to hold onto these lash extensions considering that money’s tight.” You responded, trying to loosen the hold on the back of your dome.

One thing about Johnny Cruz? The man was definitely heavy handed.

“We’re another ten minutes out, it won’t be that long. You can handle it, I promise.”

“I guess…” you trailed off, turning your head to where the passenger window would be.

You convinced your long time boyfriend that taking your car over his bike would be best, just in case Letty wanted to ride back home with you two. If you would have known you’d be off-roading a bit you would have saved your sweet Hyundai hatchback the trouble. Your eyes went wide as you felt the car rocking from side to side and thought you were on the verge of a car accident but Coco’s laughs and squeeze to your thigh gave some reassurance.

Once the car was in park, you sighed touching your chest before fumbling to unbuckle yourself from the car. Coco assisted you out of the car and stood in front of you to take the blind fold off.

Flinching at the partly cloudy sunlight you glanced around the man to see nothing but huge trees, dirt, and the smell of evergreen.

“Where are we?”

He didn’t answer your question, reaching forward to grip your hand, “Want to go for a mini hike?”

“Is that why you wanted me to wear these itchy ass gym pants?”

His free hand slid down your side before reaching backwards to give it a nice smack, “yeah…they’re also my favorite on you.” He winked while you shoved him back playfully.

“Nah, I just wanted you to be comfortable and enjoy the view. C’mon.” He led the way, intertwining his hands with yours.

The walk through the woods made the both of you feel at ease, despite you being clueless on the area ,you felt safe with the guy you’ve known since you were seventeen and it blew your mind to still be standing here after everything the both of you went through.

It truly was a blessing.

You felt yourself wanting to be closer and pulled yourself underneath his arm as you slowly walked through the woods, simply enjoying each other’s company. After a moment you found yourself looking up, feeling much smaller underneath the trees that stood above the both of you. You were chilly underneath the spring air and coco always felt cold but the weight of him surely blocked that feeling out. A white butterfly flew by your eyes, pulling you from the sky while the birds chirped along with each step you both took.

Once you approached a white bridge, you stopped to peer out at the lake to your right.

“…what you think?” Coco asked after a moment of white noise.

Blinking you looked at him, “there’s swans here?”

“Huh? Oh yeah they’re were fuckin’ annoying the last time I came out here so don’t get too excited about ‘em, they might turn up missing.” The braided-haired man glared at the green water while you snorted at the irritation on his face, “but I wasn’t talking about that. I’m talking about the house.”

The what?

Coco easily picked up the confusion on your face and lifted his chin in the direction of the said house that sat over and back from the water.

“Let’s go.” He smiled at your speechlessness and tugged you over the bridge and down a slope and over to what appeared to be a deep- red single family home.

Your eyes kept wandering around, the large plot of dirt that covered the driveway had you in awe. Even if you could afford multiple cars, it would take plenty to fill this lot but any parties hosted here you were sure everyone could fit here…as soon as you figured out another route to get here that is.

“That makeshift garage over there that Gilly fucked up, we can store the bikes and of course your car there, especially when we get those sandstorms.” Coco casually said before carrying on to the white picket fence that boarded the home.

He undid the latch before leading you into the front yard. A white door contrasted against the darker tone of the house and another covered by a Spanish lace black steel security door. There were large and medium sized windows on each corner of the house and to your left a white gated area (which also seemed to hold a chicken coop behind?) followed by a pathway in between.

“Want to head in?”

“Johnny…don’t play with me.” You started with a inhale, “what is this?”

He lifted his shoulders nonchalantly, “A house. Our house if you want it to be.”

Clenching your eyes shut you shook your head, “we can’t possibly afford this. How much is this? Is it renting or to purchase?”

“It’s ours mamita.” He pressed, gripping your forearms, “don’t stress, I got us. Remember months ago you said we needed our own space to grow together and it’s bigger than what we have now.”

Yes you liked the idea of having something new for the three of you, to grow better. It may have been what you needed but the both of you knew Johnny wasn’t the best when it came to money and that was before the dr*g habit swerved in.

“It’s got enough space for us, two bedrooms until leticia actually means what she says when she wants to get the fuck out, and two bathrooms. Our own laundry area, more storage space, a extra living space, our own lake.” He listed with his fingers.

You interrupted, “what is this madness, Florida?”

Coco snorted as he continued, “and the kitchen? I know you’re gonna love it. Me, Gilly, and Creeper just finished the floors the other day. Mind you it still needs a shit ton of work but I’m down to do it for us, you know?”

Your silence was beginning to make Coco anxious as his hold on your hand became fingers linked with yours instead.

“Take me inside then, show me what we’re working with.” You waved him forward.

It was his turn to beam at you as he gripped both sides of your face to kiss you. Smiling into the kiss, he gripped your hand and fished his jean pockets to find the key. As you stepped into the home you always kept in mind that the living situations here always required dim lighting since majority of the homes were built in the 1950’s and up. You were met with tile floors with a rug rolled off to the side, you weren’t sure what this open space was truly meant for but it could work for what it seemed like it was made for, a nice entrance way: coat racks, benches to put your shoes on your way out, large mirror against one wall, a runner on the floor, a large circle table with a floral arrangement, with possibly a nice light feature installed to brighten it up.

Excitement began to show on your face as you briefly touched the walls.

“This was originally a dining area? The kitchen is up to the right and the living room is right across from it.” Coco explained, “listen to me sounding like a preppy ass real estate agent.”

“If you were, maybe my room would be even bigger.” A voice called out making the man roll his eyes.

Easily recognizing the voice you followed it, glancing over at the carpeted living room which had a wood oven tucked in the corner, you entered the kitchen instead to find Letty leaning against the counter. The counters were on the lighter side, tan and looked fairly new. Your eyes immediately went to the floor and you were in love. Clasping your hands together you looked back at Coco who causally shrugged his shoulders.

“You did this?!”

“Mostly, yeah. The refurbishing the cabinets were a real pain in my ass though.” He commented.

“You did that!” You looked over at the white fridge, “I apologize to you Nene but as long as it works I don’t really care!”

Letty snorted as she also looked over at the fridge herself and then went over to the oven, “so what’s the verdict, y/n?”

“Oh I want it. It’s going to be a commute to work once we actually live in this but it’s a new beginning and I think we all need it.” You answered, still looking around, moving to peek at the indoor porch area?

“Are you sure?” Coco asked.

You stared out the window located in the indoor porch and felt a smile appear on your lips as you thought about the new memories that will be made here. Spinning on your heels you kept that smile on your lips as you held your arms out and tossed them around Coco’s neck.

“I still need the details about how this all went down but I’m too happy right now to worry about it.”

“Good,” he pecked your lips, “I don’t want you to worry about a thing anymore.”

“I love you, Johnny.”

“I love you too, even when you’re being all gushy and shit.” He smiled down at your lips which you smacked with a roll of your eyes.

“Alright enough of this romance shit, let’s eat this over baked bread which coco wanted me to bring here for you. Don’t worry before you even ask, yes it’s fresh…I think y/n!” Letty shoved her way in between you two; holding a charcuterie board?

Shaking your head at the girl you peaked down at the board spotting some type of cheese you wouldn’t be eating, grapes, salami, and your favorite: pumpernickel bread waiting for you.

“Did you call this over baked bread, leticia?” You pulled a large piece apart and shoved it into your mouth as the girl nodded, “it’s supposed to look like this. Just extra melanin to it, nothing wrong with that.”

“Well when you put it that way, of course not.”

“This is one my top favorite breads. Keeps you full since it’s heavy, slightly on the sweet side and made with sourdough and ground rye. Originally from Germany too.” You summarized as you held out the other piece to share with Johnny who tossed it into his mouth.

Letty widened her eyes and spun away, “and here I thought I dropped out of school.”

“Yeah…we’re gonna discuss that soon too.” Coco addressed, making the girl slightly frown at him but said nothing more, not sure if she really believed that.

You felt your own brows raise at that statement but the smile of your face out-beat it. You went over to the counter touching the material before grabbing another piece of bread.

“Did you show y/n the haunted part of the house, coco?” Letty grinned, lightly elbowing you.

Choking a bit, you peered at Coco who glared at his daughter who bit back a laugh.

“It’s not haunted.”

“Gilly thinks it is too.” Letty added, “it’s definitely eerie. You’ll see what I’m talking about soon, I’m sure.”

“Uh uh, now I don’t want to finish that part of the tour. I told y’all my grams is a preacher and she always told us any evil can latch onto you and that’s the last thing I need.” You did a cross motion over your chest.

Letty hummed, “isn’t your dad also a pro-golfer? Damn girl you should have brought a club with you then.”

“Letty shut the—stop talking! She’s kidding, matter of fact we’ll all go and see it’s not even that bad. We got to walk through there to get to the laundry room anyways.” Coco waved you along but you weren’t budging. 

Coco sucked his teeth and charged over to the both of you, grabbing the both of you and going out the other door which led back to the front yard. Down the first narrow pathway you went—against your will, which led to another wooden gate leaving coco to unlatch that as well before turning to the right which led to the supposed haunted area. You spotted a light switch to the right of the house and cautiously stepped forward with Letty’s arm holding onto yours.

Coco was up ahead, sliding some doors open to show what would be the laundry area. When he looked back at the two of you, he sucked his teeth.

“Could you two move any slower?!”

“Hey!” You called out, “I’m putting my faith in my girl here…this area is giving Jason voorhees.”

Letty exclaimed, “see!”

Once you got next to the man, you stood in silence for a bit eyeing the laundry area and slightly nodded your head before leaning towards the dark haired man.

“Ki Ki Ki, ma ah ma.” You muttered the famous theme song making Coco pull his body away from you in pure annoyance, while you and Letty both shared a laugh.

“Alright then,” Coco sniffed before he latched onto your wrist.

Oh no.

“Wait!” You pleaded, “I don’t think I should be man handled right now, I just ate. Can we do this a little bit later when my bread digests?”

Coco shifted his eyes, thinking about it. “No. you’ve been talking shit so it’s two strikes and you’re out.”

‘That’s not really how it works…’ you thought.

“What did I do?! I didn’t say anything negative, just that it’s giving Florida and camp crystal lake combined! You need to talk to your daughter and her smart mouth. I love our new home because it’s ours! I’m super thankful. So whatever idea you got stirring in your Scorpio brain just forget it, let’s finish the tour, papi.” You attempted to plead your case but there was no going back when you became coco’s target.

He latched onto your thighs and flipped you over his shoulders with ease. Letty followed after the both of you, phone out recording the whole ordeal as Coco wrestled you to ground and legit sat on you.

“Johnny!” You screamed, “Get off me! You’re getting grass in my hair.”

“You got those Bantu shits in you’re fine,” He dismissed, “Letty get the hose.”

“I think the fuck not.” You mumbled as your self-defense class skills came in handy as you wrestled with the man you loved.

Now sitting on coco’s chest, you scrambled as he bucked to get you off him. Letty tossed you the hose and now it was your choice to turn it on and when no water flowed through, you frowned.

“Ha! The water hasn’t been turned on yet but I could always throw your ass into the lake out back.” He explained.

“And you’ll never see me again if you do.” You rolled your neck down at the man.

Coco kissed his teeth, “you ain’t goin’ nowhere, you’re mine.”

“You promise?”

“Obviously. I’m letting that perfect ass crush our heart right now for nothing.” Coco slightly wheezed, making you roll your eyes as you leaned over to kiss his lips.

That’s when he flipped you two over, but you didn’t seem to mind as much with his tongue fighting for entrance pass your lips and him hitching your legs up and over his hips.

“Ugh! I thought we were gonna get a beat down but it looks like it’s headed The Kim k and Ray J route so I’m outta here, gotta cut the cameras!” Letty scowled going back to her phone while you laughed and you were pretty sure Coco flipped her the bird.

He muttered against your lips, “ours is better anyways, much better! Those two don’t even know what a true masterpiece is.”

“Johnny, shut up!” You covered his mouth while he winked at you and Letty scrunched up her lips as she went back inside and far away from you two.

He laughed, pecking your lips again but not without lightly nipping your bottom lip before he moved to sit beside you. He searched his jeans for a cigarette as you rested your head in his lap.

“Tell the truth, you like it, you love it, or you not feelin’ it?” He said around the stick in his mouth.

Which you snatched from him and lightly tugged on one of his pigtails to grasp his attention, “I love it, you said it’s ours. Its home and you’re here which is where I want to be so it gets a stamp of approval from me. Also I see so much potential here so I’m sold, that’s all.”

“Way to narrow it down, simp.” He teased.

“Just had to be clear.”

“Crystal?”

You gasped while he winked at you.

That whole day played in your mind constantly after you got the worst news of your life. It was forever embedded into your mind along with lifelong memories that bled into your brain. It was too painful right now but it wouldn’t stop even when you closed your eyes, he was there. His voice, his touch, his longing stare…except this time he wouldn’t be coming back and you didn’t know how to stomach that. First you were incredibly sad but more angry than anything and that only amplified once you caught angel fucking Reyes zipping up his pants inside of your house.

It didn’t take long for you to peek and see Letty curled up on a arm chair staring blankly at the tv, for you to go into full attack mode.

“Y/n.” The taller thick bearded man started, raising his hands in surrender, “it’s not—

You clenched onto a golf club by the door and dropped everything else you had in your hands. All you saw was black as you began to frantically take deep breaths, “For as long as I’ve known you, I didn’t think you could stoop this got damn low. You are a shit stain and I’m gonna swing until your big ass head deflates!”

The amount of fear that actually appeared in Angel’s eyes was evident as he began scrambling around the house while you banshee screamed; swinging everything in sight, hoping it would catch your supposed “old friend” on his way out.

“Y/n!” Letty yelled, “stop!”

“Don’t you look at her and don’t you dare come by here again, you hear me?! I’ll kill you! And I hope Johnny haunts you even after your death.” You managed to catch a nice swing to his shoulder as Angel struggled to get the door open.

He yelped, “Ow, fuck! That hurt!”

“Get the fuck out of our house!” You got another hit to his lower back as he finally got out of the house.

With one last chuck, the club left a dent in the front door. Panting you turned to Letty who eyed you, unsure what to do.

“The hell was that?!”

Your eyes flicked up to the girl who almost straightened up at your appearance. It was almost sinister with the way you stared at her, holding your hands out as you slowly backed away from the clueless teen. Stumbling into the bathroom, you locked yourself in there and turned on the shower. Struggling to get a grip you held onto the counter for a moment, your head was pulsating and it was getting harder to breathe. Snatching a towel off the rack, you dropped to the floor and curled up into a position and pressed the towel to your mouth as you let out some screams which quickly turned to sobs.

Letty sat right by the door, head in her hands as she could faintly hear you in pain. It would now just be the two of you picking up the pieces to be each other’s person now. The common denominator would always be Johnny Cruz but Letty always felt like her time was limited with him, she’ll always think about the what if’s but at least she knew what she had. No doubt it sucked and it would always hurt but at least she still had you. She hoped that gave her dad—her coco some peace in his final moments.

Time is not always on your side but sanguinely you conquer it with the life that you choose.

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Continue along with my spring anthology prompts here.

[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.”

[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.”