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samcro-before-hoes · 2 years

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Biker Born and Bred

Chapter 1: Patch Party

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Author note: Hey! Here’s the first chapter, I hope y’all enjoy it. It’s a little short the others should be longer.

TW:

This is a 18+ page therefore is an 18+ story. Language, drugs, alcohol, guns, sexual situations/smut, serious themes such as domestic violence, rape, abortion, miscarriage etc. will be mentioned throughout.

I do not give anyone permission to copy or translate on their own pages.

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-samcro before hoes

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{The Clubhouse around 10:00 am}

[3rd pov]

Jax walks out of the onsuite bathroom of the clubhouse apartment with a smile as he watches Natalie pull her tiny black lace thong up her tanned thighs. She makes eye contact with him, then her eyes examine his body.

The towel he's wearing from his shower hangs low on his hips, this muscular body is slicked with water droplets. “Where you goin' babe?” he asks.

“The guys are here,” she sighs, he nods. Walking over to her wrapping his arms around her naked waist, her arms go around his neck. Her bare chest touching his upper stomach. His hand grabs her ass. Her fingers play with the ends of his wet hair. He kisses her deeply, she deepens the kiss, one of her hands resting on his tattoo for Abel for a second before going to the towel he had around his waist making it drop to the floor. He smirks into the kiss at her boldness, both of his going to her ass before squeezing it roughly. She moans into his mouth.

There's a knock at the door. “Church. 10 minutes.”Happy's voice comes from behind the door. Jax pulls back from their heated kiss.

“Kay'!” Jax yells to the door. Nat groans letting her forehead rest on his chest. He chuckles.

“Later babe, later.” He kisses the top of her head. She lets him go so he can get dressed. He walks over to the dresser filled with his clothes. She looks to the chair next to the bed grabbing her black t-shirt.

“Are you going on the ride to Oakland today?” She asks as she puts her shirt on not bothering to look for her bra. Jax nods from across the room now wearing a pair of white boxers.

“Nah, Tripp is taking Chibs and Jag with him.” He says walking back over to her. Natalie’s dad, Rob or Tripp, is president of the club and her older brothers and uncle are members, she was raised around the club, it was all she ever wanted to be apart of.

Jax is finished getting dressed before Natalie. She looks at him as he waits on the edge of the bed.

“Go ahead. I'll be out in a minute.” he nods standing up he kisses her quickly before he walks to the door looking back at her as she wiggles into her jeans. He throws his hoodie on before shrugging on his kutte. She puts on he she her leather jacket and kutte. She looks to Jax who is watching her with a small smile she raises a brow.

“What?” She asks looking at the blue eyed man standing in front of her. She grabs her her knife holster from the nightstand and snaps it onto a belt loop of her jeans.

“You look good in a kutte Nat.” he states before opening the door and walking out, he closes the door behind him. She smiles.

Natalie grabs her gun that was also on the nightstand. She drops the magazine and checks it before putting it back into place making sure one in the chamber, ready to shoot. She tucks it in the back of her pants. She takes a look in the mirror, running her fingers through her hair to smooth out the serious case of sex hair that she has. She flips her hair into a ponytail. She checks her pocket for her phone making sure it's in her jackets pocket before she walks out of the dorm door. She walks down the hall way then into the main room of the clubhouse. She walks to the bar where her mom, Gemma, and Gen are sitting.

“Mornin' baby,” Beth smiles holding her arms out for her daughter, Nat hugs her mom.

“Mornin' Mama.” Nat whispers in her ear before pulling back and kissing her moms cheek. She picks up her moms coffee taking a sip. Beth runs her fingers through the knotted ends of Natalie's hair.

“You own a hair brush.” Beth states looking to her daughter who is drinking her coffee, not approving of her daughters messy appearance. Natalie winces with a nod grabbing her mom's wrist to stop her from detangling the ends of her hair.

“I slept here last night,” Natalie sets the coffee cup down not bothering to look towards Gemma who she knows is staring holes into her. “It was a late one for me, so I crashed here. Didn't bring a bag.” Nat lies with ease. Beth nods not believing her daughter's story. She knows that Natalie is keeping something from her. She's painfully aware of the fact that as of recently her and Natalie are not as close as they once were, she noticed a shift in Nat's behavior since before the divorce but recently it's like she's a million miles away from Beth.

"Nat," Ope calls from the meeting room door, "We're ready." She kisses Beth's cheek then turns and kisses Gen's before walking to 'chapel' as they call it. She drops her phone in the box with everyone else's before walking in and closing the door behind her. She sits down next to Chibs who is her dad's Sargent in Arms. Her older brother Jagger sets down next to her and Tig sits beside him. Happy and Opie are right next to the end. Jax, Juice, Bobby, are on the other side. Cowboy, Gemma’s old man is sitting at the end of the table. Half-Sack and Danny are setting in chairs on wall since they are prospects heavily.

“Okay,” Tripp hits the gavel against sound block once everyone is settled, starting church. “Jagger, Chibs, Bobby, Cowboy, and I are going to meet Leroy in Oaktown today, Jax, Happy, Nat, go to Cara Cara make sure everything is good there. Tig, Juice and Ope go check on the gun warehouse, prospects, stay here and help set up for tonight.” Tripp states leaning back comfortably.

“Hale has been up all our asses lately so we may have baby sitters, be careful.” Jax warns, Natalie looks around the table, she can tell Jagger isn't happy he's not going to Cara Cara, and seeing Jess.

“I gotta have a talk with Unser. Maybe I can convince him to put a leash on his deputy dog.” Tripp agrees. Nat rolls her eyes.

“Unser's just waiting for the clock to run out.” Jax shakes his head “Old mans a lame duck.”

“We gotta do something about Hale. There has to be something he something he wants.” Bobby says from his usual spot.

“We've offered everything, he wants nothing from us. He's just wants the MC out just like his dad and his corrupt brother.” Natalie shakes her head putting her cigarette out while blowing out smoke.

“I'll have a chat with Unser. We will figure it out, we always do.” Tripp assures with a nod. He leans further back into his chair. “Also our matriarchs have been talking and have decided they wanna do a dinner Friday. It'll be at my house so I expect you all to be there, and don't forget about the party tonight it should start bout start at 8:30 or 9:00, that's when Ric said he and the guys will get here.” Nat glances around the table and nods. Her uncle Ric, her brother Derek and Nicky’s two brothers have been nomad for almost a year, but they are coming back to Charming.

“Okay let's go.” Tripp orders as he slams the gavel. Everyone get up and starts to head out the doors. Natalie watches as her dad heads over to her mom and Genevieve wrapping an arm around each of the women. How the three of them blend together perfectly.

Beth and Rob have been together since Beth was 18. Rob was already a member of the club when they met. They married when she was 19. Then babies started.

Kaden was born in 76, about a year later Rob and Beth met Gen at a party the club was throwing, what was supposed to be a one-time wild night, became a frequent thing. All three of them became very close that's when Rob and Beth knew the relationship changed, they had fallen in love with her and she with them.

Jagger by Beth in July by Beth and Derek by Gen in August of 78’, Brady in 80’, Natalia in 84’, Kade in 85’, Blake in 90, and John Luke in 96’

Over the years the family grew together. Almost like Beth, Gen and Rob were all married to each other, obviously not legally but in their hearts. They all love each other. Women would say it's weird. Men would say it would be a dream come true. But for them it is normal. It’s always been normal to Natalie.

Genevieve has always played co-mom to Beth's kids and vise-versa. When Nat needed someone to fight for her she called her mom, when she needed someone to be a voice of reason she called Gen and when she needed someone to save her ass she called her dad.

{30 minutes later Cara Cara Studio}

[3rd pov]

Jax, Happy, and Nat, pull up together. Jess and Charlotte are standing outside. Charlotte is in a dressing gown, smoking a joint. Jess next to her.

“Just be grateful you don't have scenes with that cunt.” Charlotte grits to her sister taking another hit off the joint between her fingers.

“Char, I need you to not be at her throat for an hour so we can finish this god damn scene, if you don't wanna be eating her out for the next two weeks I need you to just go in there and pretend she's your best friend or something.” Jess pleads with Charlotte. Jax, Nat and Happy get off their bikes and walk up to the two.

Tina comes out the warehouse door slamming it closed in anger

“Miss Ima-Bitch is in there being a diva. She is demanding we skip the scissor-sisters scene because it 'doesn't feel authentic to her' who the fuck does she think she is?” Nicky rants to Jess. Luann is on a vacation thanks to a nice pair of new tits so Jess is in charge of CaraCara productions. Jess asked Lyla to help her out, then when Nicky started doing some shoots for CaraCara she asked her. Jess rolls her eyes.

“Can y'all just be adults? Nicky go in there and tell her she either does the scene or she's out of the movie entirely, and if she has a problem with that then she can go to a different studio. Charlotte, go in there and be nice to her. I don't care if you hate her, all you have to do is fuck her convincingly.” Jess scolds and orders them around like she does her own children. Nicky and Charlotte both do as told and walk into the warehouse. Jess cross her arms.

“Problems in Pussy Paradise?” Natie questions with a playful tone. Jax looks to her and rolls his eyes, Happy has an amused look on his face.

“You have no idea,”Jess rolls her eyes. “What's up? Is something wrong?” She asks concerned holding her growing baby bump almost protectively. Last time they just showed up at the studio was when Jagger was shot. Jax shakes his head.

“Rob just sent us to check in on the place, make sure you guys moved in okay.” Jax assures. Jess nods her head.

“Come on in, see for yourself.” the three bikers follow Jess into the warehouse. The scent of cheap perfume and sex is heavy in the air as they walk in. Nat eyes trail around the open room, there are different sets divided, crewmen all around as well as half naked to fully naked women.

“It looks good.” Natalie praises, looking around the place. “Yeah, it does.” Happy nods in agreement, his raspy voice filling the air. Nat rolls her eyes, Jax chuckles. Ima walks over completely ignoring the three bikers and going straight for Jess.

“This whole thing is bullshit Jessica and you know it.” Ima barks. Jax clears his throat, that's when Ima looks to him seductively.

“We better get back to the clubhouse. See ya later.”Jax nods towards Jess touching her arm, ignoring Ima much to Natalia’s pleasure. Jax turns around and starts walking off, Happy and Nat behind him.

“I'll see you at the Patch Party tonight!” Ima calls toward Jax. Patch Parties or any club party used to be Nat's favorite thing, the booze, the smoke, the dancing, the overall party. Everyone came. But lately it became something that made her uncomfortable. She wasn't certain of the emotion but it made her skin crawl.

{Natalie's house around 7:30}

[3rd pov]

Nat hears the rumble of a bike outside and immediately know who it is. Jax.

Jax takes a deep breath as parks his beloved Dyna in Natalia's driveway. He turns it off looking up at Natalie's house.

Jax has been with a lot of women. There is no denying that. The majority of his hook ups, consisted one-night stands with any and every crow eater, in the clubhouse dorm, usually in his preferred doggy style position so he didn't have to see their faces, and wasn't reminded that they weren't her.

Nat had known Jax since she was a little kid, Jax and her older brothers Jagger and Kaden were/are best friends, and him being 5 years older than her he took on a protective role towards her.

They stayed like that for year's until she came home and prospect with SAMCROW.

Once she graduated high school she was gone. She left Chariming the day after graduation, riding her bike to wherever she wanted. She had lovers. A messy breakup. But she always wanted Jax, he just never saw her that way.

Jax had married Wendy because he wanted something more than just fucking the crow eaters, but even after he married her there was nothing intimate about their marriage. Sure they fucked. A lot, that's what their relationship was built on, but they never really connected. She was usually to loaded and he never comfortable enough with her.

However, this, what he is doing with Natie - his best friends baby sister, his club mate…His Talia was different. It felt different; he felt different. He couldn’t sleep without her beside him. He worried when Rob sent them on separate missions. When his phone rang he prayed it was her, and that was something Jax Teller had given up on a long time ago.

Jax gets off his bike and walks into Natalie's house and goes straight to her room.

“Hey,” Nat smiles from her bed. A black silk robe on her tanned body. Her raven hair is knotted to her head with a claw clip. She raises the remote and pauses the tv.

“Why aren't you dressed?” Jax asks sitting on the bed next to her. Nat shakes her head and shrugs.

“I just don't feel like going,” Jax raises an eyebrow sensing the bullshit. She loves a good party. But lately everything is different.

Jax being in the club and VP not to mention his looks made him popular with the ladies; Crow Eaters, Sweet Butts, the CaraCara girls, Natie always knew that and it used to not bother her but since her and Jax's relationship had changed her feelings had too. As soon as the clubhouse gossip got a whiff that Nat and Jax we're hooking up the Crow Eaters and Sweet Butts, and CaraCara girls fell in line. Jax was no longer on the menu. But Ima doesn't see it that way. She completely disregards Natalie's presence in the room, let alone on earth.

Nat plays her emotions as close to her leather as possible. Shes a hot head, shes fearless, strong and independent, she's outspoken, direct, she's not afraid to get her hands dirty, she’s a good shot. Good hand to hand fight. Can and might kill you with a spoon. But when it comes to Jax. She's melted.

“Come on Squirt. We're going.”

{1 hour later The Clubhouse}

[3rd POV]

Jax and Nat walk from the bikes and to the first picnic table where Jagger, Ope, Lyla and Jess are sitting.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” Jess smiles handing Natalie a beer. Nat smiles as Jax wraps a arm around her shoulders.

“What we miss?” Jax asks as Ope hands him a beer. Nat takes a sip of the cool, bitter liquid.

“Tommy called next with Hap. He's gonna go after someone wipes Jared from Rogue River off the mat floor.” Jagger nods towards the ring. Happy is on one corner of the ring, the guy from Rouge River on the other, beaten to a pulp.

“Christ.” Jax rolls his eyes at his brothers misplaced bravery. Nat watches as Happy and Jared start sparing again.

“Ric, .” Ope nods toward the clubhouse. Jax nods.

“Oh Blakd was looking for you, your mom too.” Jess tells Nat taking a sip of her non-alcoholic beverage. Natalie looks down from the fight and to Jess raising an eyebrow.

“I don't know the full story but I do know Blake and Beth got into it over something, then Blake asked if she could stay at our place for a couple days, I told her our house was full because Char and her latest boy toy broke up. So my guess she wants to see if she can stay with you.” Natalie nods.

“I thought Char and Danny were a thing.” Nat says as she sees Char with her tongue down Danny’s throat in a far corner.

“They are but Blake doesn't know that. I got enough drama to deal with at Cara Cara, I don't need Beth-Ann and Blake Grace starting world war 3 in my living room.” Natalie nods understanding her sister-in-law.

“Is that who I think is?” Lyla asks looking toward the right the parking lot. Natalie and Jax look to the gray Ford Truck that just pulled in. A very familiar little brunette and a very familiar man step out.

“Owen.”

That's when Natalie knew she should have stayed home.

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whatupitsastarrynite · 3 years

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It Was Always You

A/N- HEY HEY! This was our first time writing for Coco and we had so so so much fun and we are now starting to feel our boy Johnny more. (or at least I know I am- Britt)

Cheers to Coco, the man who deserves so much more than he has been given thus far! 🥰😘😍

We also have a group chat that you can join and we will post our fic updates in that!

Thanks so much everyone! We love youuuu!!!

Imagine: You and Coco grew up together. The pair of you were the best of friends, inseparable right up until he met the woman who would eventually become the mother of his child. From there, you started studying hard in an attempt to get out of Santo Padre and into New York's best writing program. Coco on the other hand spiraled out of control, he was incarcerated and then later he enlisted into the marines. You kept tabs on him, but ultimately you focused on school. You got into the writing program of your dreams, you moved to New York and everything was perfect...so yeah, every now and then you had to ignore the voice in your head that told you that you missed Coco and should call him..but you leaned to cancel that voice out.

Every year for your parents birthday you would facetime them and send them a gift in the mail. As a huge editor to a very popular magazine, you couldn't afford to take time off. This year however, your father was sick, and you knew you needed to see him.

So you packed your bags, jumped on a plane and flew out to Santo Padre. The entire flight you were nervous and you kept fidgeting in your seat.

You had not set foot inside Santo Padre since you were 19 years old. You were in your early 30s now. So many things had changed, but deep down you knew in your soul that one thing remained the same....

Your love for Coco.

You parked in front of your parents’ home, letting out a sigh. Driving through Santo Padre, memories hit you left and right, thinking of shooting the shit with your cousins, sneaking out to smoke some weed at the outskirts of town around a bonfire.

Santo Padre held such sweet memories for you, but they were also bittersweet. You passed by the park where you and Johnny used to play as children, your love for him growing from there. You passed by the elementary school where you and Johnny held each other down during the third grade, shared lunch since Celia was the worst fucking mother. You passed by the middle school where you realized you had a crush on your best friend. You passed by the high school where you and Johnny eventually grew apart.

Coco, it was a nickname you fondly gave him, a nickname you made for him and it just stuck. You can’t even recall why you called him Coco, but here you two were now, apart and strangers. But you had to do what you had to do. Seeing Coco with another woman was hard enough, knowing they had a child? It was even worse. But in some ways, you were happy for Coco, it was his chance to have a family.

Even though your family was essentially his. Your parents adored Johnny Cruz. He was always so good with them, helped your mother whenever he was over, learned the ins and outs of car mechanics with your father. He was essentially an adopted son, but when you pulled away, your parents respectively did as well.

You were startled by the knock on your window. You looked to the side and found your father, looking frailer than usual, but a bright smile still on his face. You returned his smile and quickly got out of your car. Feeling your father’s warm embrace, it made you regret not coming home much more often. You weren’t obtuse, you knew your time with your parents were slowly dimming, it was the harsh reality of life. But you were going to make sure your father was going to be healthy so he could come visit you as he intended to later this year for Christmas.

“How are you?” You questioned as you pulled away.

“I’m fine, your mother was overreacting. I had pneumonia, it takes the wind out of you, but I’m feeling better. I even helped Coco with this car he got for his daughter.” Your father froze at his words and he sighed. “You know we’ve been talking to Coco.”

And you did, your parents were always honest with you and when you left, they rekindled their relationship with Coco. They excused that one kid was out of the way, at least they still had their other. It made your heart clench when they said that, it was even worse when your mother wanted to update you about Coco, but you refused. No matter how much time had passed, your love for Coco was still ever present, but you figured it would.

He was your first love, and you never had closure.

“Pops, thanks again.” His voice made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy, you almost felt embarrassed how juvenile it was. “Leticia should be coming in a few hours, if she gives you shit let me know.” He couldn’t see you since your father was blocking your way. As frail as your father was, he was 6′4, 250 pounds, he covered anyone.

“Coco, you know Leticia loves us, she can be like you, but we’ve done well with you.” Your father moved to the side and Coco’s steps halted, stopping at the middle of the street.

“Hello Johnny.”

Coco blinked a few times as he continued to stare at you. The expression that was plastered on his face made him look like he had seen a ghost.

Your father cleared his throat and that seemed to snap both you and Coco out of your trance.

“I’ll be inside…oh and Johnny, Selena is making dinner tonight if you want to stay. It's homemade enchiladas.”

Coco let out a tiny groan that made your stomach clench as the sound made your thoughts darken to a more impure path.

You felt the blood rush to your face- you had not even been home for thirty minutes and you were already thinking about dragging Coco to your old room.

You took another kick to the stomach as you remembered that Coco never belonged to you that way, he never wanted you that way and he never would. In the past you had hoped, but almost a decade had passed by and he never bothered to reach out.

If he had truly had anything to say to you he would have at least sent you a damn text message.

“Yeah- yeah enchiladas sounds good pops… I just gotta call Letty.” Coco responded

Your dad waved him off.

“Nonsense, she is welcomed too. It’s a family reunion.”

You bit down in your jaw and tried not to outwardly cringe at your dad. He truly was making this more awkward than it needed to be.

“See ya kids inside” He said as he walked off.

Coco watches your dad for a second before he looked back at you. It seemed the initial shock had worn off because he gave you a small smile and shuffled over to you.

“Damn long time no see chica, how the hell have you been?” Coco asked

His voice sent goosebumps crawling up your arms and you couldn’t help the warm feeling that spread through your body as you locked eyes with him.

“I’ve been good, busy… but ya know. Good…..you? What’s um… what’s a Mayan?” You asked as your eyes hovered on the leather kutte he was wearing.

Coco glanced down at his kutte as if he didnt wear it all the time. His eyebrows furrowed before he looked back up at you and huffed out a nervous sounding laugh.

“Its a motorcycle uh club.” He responded

You leveled him with a look, half of you wanted to push him for more information because he was clearly hiding something, the other half just wanted to catch up with him like the old days.

“Ah… so what’s been going on with you? I see you’re still stalking my parents.” You joked as you moved to pick up your suitcase.

Coco laughed and moved quickly to scoop up your bag. As he took the handle in his hand, his fingers brushed over yours and it sent a shockwave through your body that you had not been expecting.

You let out a small gasp and Coco just stared at you with his intense, soul piercing gaze.

You swallowed thickly and moved around his body so that you could make your way to the house.

“I don’t stalk, I’m welcomed here. I’m like their son they never had.” Coco joked back

You snorted but didn't respond. How could you when his joke had landed harder than he had meant for it to.

“So you and Leticia are close huh…I’m glad to hear that Johnny. If I’m being honest I was worried about you… especially since I never heard from you after I left.”

Coco stopped walking and his actions halted yours. You glanced over your shoulder and raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

“What?” You asked as he stared at you.

“I’m sorry you know…. for like never reaching out. I-I figured you were out in New York doing big things and uh..I–I didn’t want to bring you down so uh, I never reached out.”

Your heart clinched at his words and you turned your entire body around to face him. Your feet began to take on a mind of their own and you found yourself walking over to him, stopping only when you were about a foot away from him.

“Johnny…seriously? You were my best friend, I cared about you, I could have never seen you as someone who would have brought me down.”

Coco dipped his head and stared at the ground in silence as he took in your words. You desperately wanted to know what he was thinking, but you knew you couldn’t push him, so instead you stood there in silence, waiting for him to respond to you.

You sighed, somehow you always found yourself waiting for Coco Cruz.

Coco knew you were waiting for him to respond. But where does he even begin? He was sorry he basically walked away from you after he met Alejandra? That he was sorry that he didn’t have the balls to talk to you? To reach out to you? That every day for the past decade, the itch to call, to text you was always great, but it heightened during your birthday or the holidays? It was acceptable to text people during the holidays with no pretenses besides the fact it was the holidays, but you were too special to Coco for that.

And he was a fucking idiot.

He didn’t know where exactly it went wrong. He just knew that after he met Alejandra, you ceased to exist in his life and he didn’t even know how to make it right. If anything, he didn’t want to make it right since he spiraled out of control. If Coco was going to ruin his life, he would do it on his own, he could never drag you down with him. It would kill him, knowing he was the reason you were stuck in this god forsaken town. He got out and came right fucking back.

But not you, you were Ms. New York now.

Missing you never became easier, but it became easier to hide it. Though during the time he was intoxicated, where his inhibitions were low, he called out for you then, it was pathetic, but he couldn’t help it. You were the best part of his life and he was blinded by everything. In hindsight, he felt that he did it himself, to let you see your potential, but he couldn’t credit your greatness to him.

You’ve reached your dreams and it was further proof that you didn’t need him, that you were much better without him.

You waited patiently at what seemed like forever, but Coco finally opened his mouth to speak.

“Because after what happened, how I abandoned you during your time of need, I never forgave myself for that. You may not see me as someone who brought you down, but I did. Look at where you are now, if I stayed put, you would be stuck in this fucking town with me.” He grimaced, saying it aloud hurt him much more than he would like to admit.

“What do you mean?” You were confused as to what he was referring to. High school was tough, but it wasn’t unbearable.

“When your abuela died, I was so fucking high, you called me ten times and I didn’t fucking answer.” You couldn’t recall that day much, the only thing you remembered was your mother holding you, trying to soothe you the best you can.

But you guessed that was when things changed for you two. You began to stop relying on Coco, replying to his messages, but not going out of your way to talk to him. It wasn’t all on him, losing your grandmother was hard on you and the following years went by like a breeze. You immersed yourself in school work because you knew she wanted you to further yourself.

So you did. Trying to distance yourself from Johnny, find a way out of Santo Padre and make your grandmother proud, it was your driving force.

“It’s fine Johnny shit happens.”

“Stop that, don’t brush it off like it didn’t mean shit.”

“It’s not that it didn’t mean anything, why am I gonna hold it against you that you had a life?”

“I was your best friend, but Alejandra just had this fucking hold on me.”

“She gave you the attention you wanted, can’t fault you for that.”

“What?”

“Alejandra made you feel good about yourself, there was no pretense with her. She didn’t know you well enough so whatever you gave her, that’s what she knew about you. And she worshipped you, you were basically the greatest thing since eyeliner for her. Can’t fault you for that, you loved her.”

Alejandra did a number on your relationship. She didn’t like how close you two were, boys and girls couldn’t be friends. They could be, but Alejandra saw how you looked at Coco and made it a mission to break you two apart.

“I gave up Letty since Alejandra turned up to be the bitch you told me she was.” And he didn’t believe you then, he told you that you were just jealous because you had no one.

But you did have someone, you had him. When those words came out of his mouth, you realized you didn’t have him after all and it hurt you, but it pushed you away, just like what he wanted to do.

“I never cared for Alejandra, but I wanted to be there for you. You were my best friend, I could swallow whatever Alejandra threw my way as long as I had you, but you know, I didn’t.” The chuckle you let out, Coco could hear how forced it was, how you were trying to make light of the situation in some ways. “But, what’s done is done. I’m glad that you’re doing well for yourself Johnny. And it seems like you’re doing well with your daughter.” You offered him a small smile. “I always knew you would be an amazing father, you wouldn’t be like Celia or your deadbeat dad. My parents would have killed you.”

“It does matter, what happened between us, how much time I let pass, it should have never happened. It killed me that I couldn’t bite the bullet and just call you, shit,” Coco sighed. “You were the best part of my life, you gave me a family and you gave me a reason to keep pushing forward.”

“Let’s not dwell on the past, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

If you were being honest, you just didn’t want to hash it out with Johnny in the middle of the street. Your neighbors were nosey and it was not needed drama. You also didn’t want to tell him that your mother kept you updated on the latest happenings of Johnny’s life. As much as you tried to defer, your mother knew you wanted to hear how your old friend was doing. You knew about Celia, his daughter, and how he was doing better, to some extent. You didn’t know what the hell the Mayans were, but from what you gathered, they were like a family to him. “You live across the street from my parents?”

“Yeah, your pops helped me out with it and it was easy cause I served.”

You nodded your head. “Son they never had.” You shook your head playfully rolling your eyes.

Coco couldn’t help but look at your left hand and noticed that something was missing.

“Where’s your ring?”

At the mention of your ring your left hand clenched shut. You hid it behind your back and grimaced.

“How did you….” you asked trailing off “My dad talked to you about it??”

Coco sighed and nodded.

“He didn't mention that you broke up though… or why.” He stated

“I didn’t tell him! ” You snapped. Your ex fiance was a sore subject for you, especially since you had just called off the engagement a month ago.

Coco evaluated your body language… he knew you well enough to tell that there was a story there. He didn’t want to pry or upset you, but he also needed to know what happened.

“What happened Y/N?” He asked

“It's a long story.” You replies shortly. You didn't want Coco to find out the reason you dumped Adam. Besides, who was Coco to know practically everything about you when you knew nothing about the man he was today.

“I got time. Shit….its not like I live across the street or anything”

You rolled your eyes at his dry sarcasm as you messed with the finger that used to hold the diamond ring on it.

“It's nothing Johnny….turns out Adam wasn’t who I thought he was.”

Coco gave you that intense stare again and tgrb he smacked his lips together.

“He cheated?” Coco grilled

“Amongst other things.” You shrugged.

Coco took another step forward, effectively making the distance between your bodies smaller.

“What, is he a drunk? A liar? An addict? Controlling? Abusive?” Coco listed off all the reasons he thought you would leave someone over. He gauged your reaction for each one and then stopped when you flinched at the word abusive.

“I’ll fucking kill him.” Coco growled.

You watched his whole body transform in front of you. He went from soft and sweet to angry and murderous in two seconds flat.

You sighed as you ran a hand through your hair.

“It's over with Johnny.” You stated

‘The fuck it is!!! I’ll cut his hands off and make him eat them, then I’ll kick his ass, then I’ll kill him.“

You couldn’t help it- a chuckle escaped your lips and you shook your head. Maybe a normal person would find this declaration insane, but you knew Coco, and you found it charming that he was so upset and ready to commit literal murder in your honor.

“I’m fine Johnny, please…please just dont tell my dad. He’s already sick and I don't need him worked up over this.” You pleaded taking another step towards your best friend.

The muscle in Coco’s jaw twitched dangerously, and you knew he was still angry, but you also knew that he would keep this secret…for you.

“Fine….but lemme see this dick on the street. I’ll have him dead on the sidewalk in no time.”

You let out a loud laugh now and before you could stop yourself you threw your body into Coco’s surprised arms. Your chest hit his firm one first , and then after the shock wore off his strong arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you to him tightly.

His chin rested on the top of your head and you both took a moment to learn each other's new bodies. You breathed in his scent, a deep cologne mixed with cigarettes and leather. You memorized it and decided then that it was your favorite smell in the entire world.

Above you, Coco’s lips brushed your head as he kissed it gently.

“I missed you…” Coco whispered into your hair

“I missed you too…” you said without hesitation.

You could feel Coco’s lips pull into a smile before he placed another kiss on your head and pulled back to look at you.

“Listen mama, I gotta tell you something…. but you gotta hear me out and promise not to get mad, okay?”

You looked up at his worried face, and nodded in confusion.

“What is it Johnny?”

He inhaled and then slowly breathed out before the words tumbled out of his mouth like a stolen train.

“"After Alejandra I…I didn’t think I would fall for anyone again….she fucking wrecked me….but the day you moved away to New York was the day I realized how badly I fucked up. I..shit…I loved you more than anyone else and I didn’t even know it, shit maybe that was part of the reason she and I broke up, because I always loved you….. and I- I still do. Ya know….love you.”

You wanted to slap yourself, pinch yourself, anything that would give you painful stimuli so that you could wake yourself up. Were you still on the plane? Was the flight attendant about to wake you regarding your arrival to the airport?

It had to be a fucking dream.

For years, you’ve had different versions of this dream, you’ve had different versions as to how Coco would confess to you. One was back in high school, another one when he came to stop your wedding and another was during your Christmas visit, which was totally out of one of those Hallmark films. Regardless, you always thought it would remain a dream. That you would never hear such sweet words come from Coco.

Coco watched as you looked at him, speechless. Dread seeped in. Maybe it was too quick, this was your first meeting in so long. Maybe you didn’t feel the same way, he couldn’t blame you. What would you want with someone like him? Even his own flesh and blood didn’t want him. He was waiting for the let down, the ‘I’m sorry Johnny, I just see you as a friend’. He felt like he was taken back to high school, to where girls made him fucking nervous. But it was the worst with you because your opinion mattered most.

Just as you opened your mouth to reply, you heard your mother shriek out your name. You turned around and caught her, wrapping your arms around her. She pulled away, pinching your cheeks before pulling you into her embrace again. Coco loved your mom but for once, he was not happy to see her.

“My baby is home.” She cupped your cheeks. She turned to Coco and she clicked her tongue.

“Johnny, cut your hair, you look so unkempt.” She sighed. “Trying to make me bring out my scissors.”

Coco laughed and shook his head. “I told you mama, I like the wind blowing through my hair.”

“Stubborn as always.” She shook her head but had that smile she always had for Coco. “Come, I prepared snacks. And don’t you even try to get out of it, I had Bishop give you the day off so we can spend family time.”

It dawned on you that your parents were trying to set up a reunion between you and Coco. While your father was sick, he was fully recovering. Your parents were such meddlers.

“I know what you’re doing.” You informed your mother.

“What am I doing baby?” She looked at you with such innocence in her eyes, it almost made you feel bad about accusing her, but you also knew your mother.

“Don’t faux innocence with me, I see you.” You playfully narrowed your eyes at your mother.

Selena laughed. “I think you need more sleep.”

The day went off without a hitch and you met Coco’s daughter, Leticia. You were grateful that Leticia hardly had any of Alejandra’s features. She was definitely Johnny’s child. Dinner was served and the laughter and conversations you all had was nostalgic. You felt like a child again, enjoying dinner with your parents and Johnny. Having Leticia as an addition was even better.

“Are you sure you’re okay with watching her tomorrow?” Coco questioned as you two made your way towards the front door.

“Not at all, as much as I want to get my nails done, I do not want to do it alone. This town pounces on you.” You’ve been gone for quite some time, you knew the people of this town never forget and they would be on you regarding the various rumors they heard through the years. “See you tomorrow Letty!”

She waved goodbye, crossing the street to go to their home. Coco watched her till she was inside. He turned to you and smiled. His confession from earlier was still replaying in his brain but you two have had no moment alone. With your parents in bed, it was just you and Coco.

“This was nice.” You commented.

Coco nodded his head.

“Yeah it was.” He didn’t want to keep you up, it seemed like you had a busy day tomorrow.

“Good night preciosa,” it was Coco’s nickname for you and to this day, the butterflies in your stomach still went wild.

“Good night Coco.”

He smiled and turned to make his way to his own home. He wanted to kiss you, to finally feel your lips against his, but he didn’t even know how you felt about him.

“Wait,” you called out, going down the few steps on your porch. “About earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it, I get it, you don’t feel the same way.” The smile on his face hurt you, it was the one he gave people to show he was okay, but he was hurting inside.

“I love you.” You didn’t beat around the bush. “It was the reason I worked so hard to leave because I couldn’t be in a place where I would have to see you be a family to someone who made it a mission to drive us apart. I couldn’t bear seeing you two together because Alejandra was right, I wish I was her, I envied her.” It felt good to let it out. “I love you Coco, I loved you then and I love you now.”

Coco froze and you watched his body transform as he took in your words. At first it didn’t seem to register with him, what you said, but then his eyes widened and a smile broke across his face making him look 10 years younger.

He let out a laugh and shook his head as he half jogged over to you. His hands came to rest on either side of your face and his thumb caressed your cheeks.

“Shit, we wasted so much time when we could have just been together.” Coco whispered

You shook your head and brought your hands up to rest on his forearms.

“We didn’t waste time Johnny, we were just getting ourselves together.”

Coco huffed but didn't disagree.

“Say it again…” He said in a way that sounded like both a command and a beg.

“I love you Johnny Coco Cruz.” You said softly while you absentmindedly traced this vein on his forearms.

Coco stared at you for two more seconds before he dipped his head and connected his lips to yours. His hands slipped down to your waist and he pulled you flush to his body while he pushed his tongue into your mouth. Coco kissed you passionately, aggressively and soft all at the same time. He took control of your mouth and he had no plans on giving it back.

Coco knew that if humans didn't need oxygen to breath, he would spend his entire life kissing your lips.

Butterflies flew in your stomach and goosebumps broke out on your skin as he traced your bottom lip with his tongue. You were trying your best to keep up with his energy but he was like a man starved.

He slowly walked you backwards, your back hit the side of your house and everything faded away. All you could focus on was Coco’s lips and how they felt so perfect against yours. His hard body was firmly pressing yours into the wall while his fingers squeezed tightly into your hip bones.

You bit down on his bottom lip and he let out a small groan. You shifted your body a tad to the left and felt a shift in the energy.

What was a simple sweet, much over do, was now quickly turning into a hot, desperate attempt to get each other in bed.

You gasped as you broke free of Coco’s lips. He tried to chase after you but you pushed him backwards by his chest.

“We need to get a room…” you laughed

Coco was quick to respond. Grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his house.

“Wait, letty….” you started

Coco ignored your question and gripped your hand tighter. He walked faster and you struggled to keep up.

The next thing you knew you were standing in Coco’s living room.

“LETICIA- I need you to leave. Go hang out with Gabi.” Coco yelled

You heard Letty open her door and listened as her footsteps made their way to the living room.

“Oh great, your having sex…. just use protection. You don't want another me.” Letty said before she smiled at you and brushed past her father.

She shut the door and left you and Coco in silence. A nervous energy washed over you as Coco leveled you with a look that sent your libido into hyperdrive.

“You sure about this?” He asked

You rolled your eyes, still surprised that he was questioning your intentions. You wound your arms around his neck and pulled him closer before you smiled.

“I’m 100% sure Coco.” You whispered before you brought his lips back down to yours.

Coco lost himself in you.

Years of longing, wanting, loving, it was all coming down. He was able to push all of this for years, fucking bitches didn’t require anything, just his dick to be hard. But with you, it was different, of course it was. He didn’t want to just devour you, he wanted all of you. The cries of pleasure, the feeling of your body in one with his, he wanted it all. He always imagined how it would be to kiss you, to be with you.

This was knocking every expectation out of the park.

He’s never made love to a woman before and he knew if he ever did, it would be with you. For years, he wanted to contact you, to swallow his nerves, his fear, his pride, but now, the wait was well worth it. You were right, you were working on yourselves and now, he would never let you go.

He pulled you closer to him, one hand cupping your face, while the other rested against your hip. You couldn’t believe this was happening, whatever you imagined before, this blew it out of the water. You never felt this when you kissed your ex-fiance. This was something else, something more.

Coco lifted you up, carrying you to his bed, gently, he placed you down and reluctantly parted with you. He looked at you as your chest rose up and down, letting the oxygen trickle in once more. Removing his clothes, he left his boxers on, making his way over to you, causing you to move back on his bed. He wrapped his fingers around your ankles, pulling you towards him.

“These leggings are going to fucking kill me.” His hands moved up and down your legs, shivers going down your spine. You were wet, you’ve been wet, but the way Coco’s voice dipped a lower octave, the way his hand was just hovering over your clothed core, you wanted to scream. But you didn’t want to rush through it. You’ve only had a handful of partners and you knew Coco was the far more experienced one.

He pressed two fingers against your clothed center and you let out a low moan, which in turn made him moan.

“Fuck, I’m never going to get tired of that.” Coco’s fingers went to the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down. He threw the article of clothing behind him while you took off your shirt. His eyes roamed around you, taking in every part of you. It made you flustered, flushed, and scrambled to cover yourself. He smacked your hands and made a ‘tsk’ sound.

“Don’t let me admire my girl.”

You smiled. You were nervous, this was Coco. This wasn’t anyone else, this was Coco.

“Hey, don’t overthink it, just let me make you feel good ma.”

He crawled over to you, hovering above you, he kissed you once again, his hands were all over you. Wherever he touched, your skin burned in the most delicious way. He slipped his fingers under the band of your underwear, teasing your aching pearl before slipping a finger inside you. Moaning into his mouth, you arched against him, one hand caressing his cheek, while the other slid down his stomach and inside his boxers. He groaned against your lips as you wrapped your hand around his cock.

“Fuck princesa,” you took your hand out of his boxers, spitting on it before putting it back inside, sliding your hand up and down his cock just as he added another finger inside of you.

“Fuck Coco, that feels so good.” Your ex hardly provided foreplay. He lubed it up, condom on, and you two fucked. No emotions or regard for you, it was just sex. But this, this felt so much better.

“Yeah, that pendejo didn’t know how to pleasure you?”

You shook your head, you let out a breathy gasp as his thumb made contact with your clit. You clenched around him and it didn’t take long for him to get an orgasm out of you. You whimpered, moving your hips down to meet the thrust of his hands. Before long, you were both naked, Coco slipping on rubber.

He tapped his cock against your folds, the tip hitting your clit. You looked at how well endowed he was, which almost made you laugh. You always thought Coco was gifted, but to confirm that suspicion? It was fantastic.

“You ready preciosa?”

You nodded, never more ready for anything. He bent down and kissed the tip of your nose and then he slowly pushed the head of his dick into your wet, awaiting folds.

You let out a low, broken sounded moan. Seeing Coco’s dick had been one thing, but feeling it as it stretched you out almost to the point of pain was a completely different experience.

Coco’s left hand grabbed onto the sheets by your head and he clinched them while his other one stayed firmly on your hop- helping to ease him in without hurting you.

He was so close to bottoming out, but before he could fully set himself in you, bubbles of laughter started coming out of your mouth.

Coco moved his head so that he could look at you, his body hovered over yours and he froze, mid stride, with his dick more than 80% of the way in you.

"What?” He asked

You laughed again and pushed Coco’s stray hair behind his ear.

“My mom was right, you do need a haircut.”

Coco tsked and shook his baby hairs out of his eyes.

“Don’t be jealous because my hair is more luscious than yours.” Coco joked back

You laughed some more and Coco took this opportunity to push himself the rest of the way in you. Your laughing faded off and turned into moans and despite trying his best to make this all night, he couldn’t stop the quick pace he had set from happening.

His senses were overwhelmed by you, he wanted to fuck you deep and slow, but he also wanted to fuck you hard and quick. He wanted to kiss your lips, but he also wanted to kiss your neck and map out your entire body with his mouth. He wanted to intertwine his fingers in your hair and pull just enough for it to sting but not too hard to where it pulled out your roots, but he also needed to touch every part of you.

There wasn’t enough time.

He wanted all of you- he needed all of you but the way your warm heat wrapped around his dick and pulled him in was intoxicating him more so than any drug he had ever used.

“Fuck! You feel so good. I’m never letting you go again.” Coco said into your ear.

His breath ghosted across your skin but you were too blissed out to respond. One of your hands found their way into Coco’s thick hair and the other gripped tightly onto his forearm.

Your body bounced softly as Coco rammed into you. He kept pounding your G-spot over and over again to the point where you were now seeing stars. Your moans were now just whispers, and all you could say was Johnny over and over as if you were praying to him.

He lowered his head down and caught your lips with his. He kissed you once before you broke apart and simply breathed each other's air. Your lungs were burning and your breaths were coming out ragged.

Your orgasm was quickly approaching, and despite never having sex with you before, Coco knew you were right there on the edge.

He gripped your body tighter and forced himself to slow down his thrusts.

As he did, you let out a needy whine which caused Coco’s heart to melt. Seeing how much you needed him was all he ever wanted from you. Selfishly, he wanted you to need him so that he could always be apart of your life

“Don’t worry preciosa. I got you.” Coco whispered.

His next movements were smooth and calculated. He pulled himself all the way out and before you could complain, he grabbed your legs and roughly flipped you over onto your stomach. His hands found your hips and he yanked them upwards so that your ass was sticking out and your head was down.

You glanced over your shoulder and locked eyes with Coco as he pushed back into your pussy. He let out a groan and your head fell back onto the bed. You gripped the seats as the muscles in your stomach clenched.

You were so close, so fucking close you just needed–

Coco knew what you needed. Fuck he always knew. He moved his body so that it draped over you more, and his long arm reached under you and his fingers found your clit. He began to rub on it and press down on it while he fucked into you with a precision that was blinding you.

Your body was overheating and shaking, your mouth was spilling Coco’s name along with a stream of cuss words and you knew that if you didnt come soon, you would die from overstimulation.

Coco let out another moan and he wrapped his free arm around your waist and yanked you up, making your back flush with his chest. The new angle caused you to let out a louder scream. Coco pressed on your clit harder and started licking at your neck.

It only took two more thrusts before your body broke. Your legs shook so badly that they threatened to give out on you, your moans suddenly cut off and your breath left your lungs. Stars exploded behind your closed eyes and you realized that this is what they talked about when people said orgasms were like little pleasure bombs.

Your body was lit up with ecstasy and you rode it for as long as you could before your limbs went numb and refused to hold you up and longer.

Coco eased you down onto the mattress, still on your stomach. He pushed your legs together and straddled you as he gently pushed on your lower back and fucked in and out of you.

“Shit Y/N. This pussy is addictive.” Coco groaned out

You pushed your ass back as best as you could- attempting to meet Coco’s rough thrusts head on. Based on the way he was moaning and cursing you must have been doing a good job, so you kept doing it until you felt his thrusts becoming shaky and uneven. The fingers on your back dug into your skin causing you to hiss in pleasure.

You turned your head to the left and let out some breathy moans.

“Johnny…I… I need you to come for me. Come for me please.” You begged

“Fuuuuck, you’re sinful as shit and I love it.” Coco groaned out.

He thrusted into you a couple more times before he stilled.

You couldn’t feel his seed due to his condom, but you could feel his dick pulsing in you and your needy walls contracted around him, begging him to rip that stupid condom off and fill you properly.

After a couple of minutes, Coco gently pulled out of you. You slowly rolled over and groaned as your back popped slightly.

You tracked Coco as he made quick work of peeling his condom off and taking it to the trash can in the corner of his room.

You sat up on your elbows and admired him from afar. You cataloged every tattoo and vowed to ask him the story behind each one.

“Imma add today’s date to them…” Coco said as he caught you staring.

“To what?” You asked in confusion as he made his way back over to you.

The bed dipped as he climbed on it and crawled in between your still shaking legs.

“My tattoos. I’m getting today’s date tattooed on me.”

“But…why?” You laughed out

Coco smirked and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“It's the day you and I changed forever. The day I got to be with my true love. Why wouldn’t i want that on my body as a reminder.”

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menofchaos · 3 years

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8. “Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”

For Angel and Violet please ☺️

Note/Warning: Here is the 2nd story. Its long, its smutty and I hope you guys like it! I also wanna shout out @angelreyesgirl and @blessedboo for being so wonderful and helping me come up with this idea!

Gif credit to sethkate!

Angel and Violet “Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”

Angel pulled up to Violet’s shop and got off his bike. He took his helmet off, grabbed the bag of food he brought for her and walked in. Nobody was in the front so he walked down the hallway to her room. He frowned when he saw another man sitting across from her, his hand on her knee. Violet looked up and smiled.

“Hey baby,” she stood up, “Come in.”

Angel walked in as the other man stood too. After a quick assessment, Angel decided he could take him, “Hey, I brought you dinner.”

“Thank you,” she kissed him, “Angel, this is Shawn. Shawn, this is my boyfriend Angel.”

Shawn smiled and held a hand out for Angel to shake, “Nice to meet you, man. Violet told me all about you.”

Angel arched an eyebrow at Violet as he shook Shawn’s hand, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, she said you’re a good dude,” Shawn nodded, “I gotta head out but I’ll see you tomorrow?” he looked at Violet.

“Definitely,” she smiled and hugged Shawn. Angel’s eyes narrowed when he let out a soft sigh, rubbing her sides.

“Nice to meet you, man,” Shawn nodded at him before walking out.

Violet covered her mouth and looked up at Angel, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“What’s going on?” he asked, sitting in the tattoo chair, “Isn’t that the dude from the Inked magazine on your coffee table?”

“Yes,” she moved between his legs, “He mentioned me as one of his favorite artists in that one. He came by today and told me he wants me to tattoo him and do a whole feature on me!”

Angel’s eyes widened, “Holy shit, baby. That’s sick,” he smiled and touched her hips, pulling her into a slow kiss. Her back arched as she pressed closer to him, “Talented little baby,” he whispered against her lips.

She smiled, “Thank you,” she murmured.

“Wait,” he frowned, “Your ex’s name is Shawn.”

“So? I’m with you. I don’t want him,” she ran her nails through his beard gently, “And if he tries to touch me, I’ll stab him.”

“With the tattoo needle?” he joked.

“Nah, I got a knife,” she grinned.

Angel nodded, “Good girl,” he kissed her softly, “I gotta head back. See you later?”

Violet pecked his lips and stepped back, “Yes, come to my place. Thank you for dinner,” she smiled and watched as he stood up, straightening his kutte.

He winked, “I got you,” he smiled before walking out.

Angel knew it was a mistake to mention Shawn to his brothers but he couldn’t help it when they asked how Violet was. They riled him right back up.

“He fuckin moaned when he hugged her? Nah, you shoulda knocked him out,” Coco shook his head, smoke clouding his face.

“You can’t let her do it, bro,” Gilly agreed.

“It’s for her career,” EZ tried to reason.

Coco and Gilly immediately disagreed, “She can’t be alone with that bitch, hermano. I’m telling you.”

By the time Angel got to her place, he was all hyped up. He found Violet curled around her sketchbook, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. A candle was lit on the coffee table in front of her and soothing music played from the stereo.

“You can’t tattoo him,” Angel internally winced as he blurted out the words.

Violet frowned, “Excuse me?”

“Shawn,” he explained, “You can’t tattoo him.”

“No, no, I heard you,” Violet sat up, “I just wanna know who you think you are to tell me what to do.”

Angel glared, “Watch how you talk to me.”

She stood, not even clearing his shoulder, “The boys talk you up? Tell you not to trust me? I’m not a weak little bitch, Angel,” she hissed.

“He fucking moaned when he hugged you, Violet,” he arched an eyebrow, “It’s creepy as fuck and I don’t trust it.”

“Trust me!” she snapped, “I’m not gonna give into him if he even makes a move. I don’t want him.”

“You’re gonna be alone with him, Vi,” Angel crossed his arms over his chest, “You’re not doing it.”

She scoffed, “You’re not my father. Do you understand what a huge move this would be for my career? The amount of traction this magazine gets?”

“Then I’m coming to the appointment,” he shrugged.

“You better not,” she shook her head, “I swear to god, Angel, I’ll have you thrown out.”

“Yeah? You’d have me kicked out? Doesn’t sound like you,” he shook his head.

Violet pushed at his stomach, “You keep threatening me like I can’t handle myself! I literally told you I would stab him if he made a move on me and you’re acting like some fucking Neanderthal!”

Angel’s eyes flashed darker, “Don’t put your hands on me, Violet.”

“I know you didn’t just threaten me again,” she glared and went to push him again. Angel covered her throat with his large hand and pressed her against the wall, his body covering hers.

“I told you not to push me,” his voice rumbled in his chest, “I do trust you. But I don’t trust that motherfucker. You’re mine.”

She licked her lips, “Prove it.”

Angel kissed her hard, Violet’s tongue almost immediately meeting his. She unbuckled his belt and tugged his jeans down, rubbing over his boxers.

His hips twitched and he tugged her shorts down, licking and sucking the skin of her neck. She shivered and pushed his boxers down past his ass, using both hands to get him hard. He growled and grabbed her thighs, picking her up. She gasped when he rubbed his tip along her folds.

Angel looked down to watch his tip push into her, splitting her in half. Violet tilted his head up to kiss him, moaning against his mouth as he started fucking her hard. She gripped his hair, trying to hold onto something as he kept fucking her roughly. He locked eyes with her, watching the pleasure clear on her face.

“You’re mine,” he growled, pounding into her.

“Fuck,” she cried, “I’m yours! Angel!”

“That’s right,” he smirked, “Scream my name, baby.”

It was only a few minutes later that Violet came, her nails digging into his shoulders. He pushed them off the wall and bent her over the kitchen table, holding her hips and fucking her with the same brutal pace.

“Who can give it to you like this?” he panted, his hair falling in his eyes.

Her back arched, “Only you, baby. He could never, oh my god,” she gasped, “Angel, please!”

After each orgasm, he moved her to a different surface. The stool at the breakfast bar, the counter, the couch, the hallway. He eventually tossed her onto the bed, sliding back into her quivering pussy with her legs over his shoulders.

“I’m close,” he groaned, “Fuck, come with me.”

“I can’t,” she cried, “Angel!”

“One more, baby, you can do it,” he smirked when she nodded and rubbed her clit, unable to keep his eyes off her as she fell apart again, sobbing his name with tears running down her cheeks. He pushed deep inside her as he came, grunting. He collapsed next to her and by the time he caught his breath, he looked over at Violet to find her asleep.

Angel was sitting at the table the next morning, drinking coffee and texting EZ when Violet came out of the shower.

“Good morning, baby,” he greeted her.

She smiled and walked over to him, kissing him gently. He reached across the table for the mug he prepared for her. She sat in his lap, wincing as he rested a hand on her thigh.

“Sorry, did that hurt?” he frowned.

“No, I’m just a little sore from last night,” she murmured before taking a sip of her coffee.

Angel smirked, “Let’s see homie try to make a move now.”

She shook her head and kissed him, “You’re crazy. How could I leave after you fucked me within an inch of my life?”

“That was my plan,” he joked, bringing her back in for another kiss.

Angel ended up giving her a hickey on her neck before she left, smirking when she didn’t cover it with make up.

#angel reyes imagine #angel x violet #mayans imagine #prompt list

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bellisperennis0 · 3 years

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The Bet

Word count: 1,924

Warnings: None

A/N: Two stories in two days, who even is she? Feel like there isnt enough Coco, so enjoy some sweet Coco fluff. As always Thank You for reading. GIF credit to @angels-reyes ❤️

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Walking out the Police Station, you roll your eyes as you spot Coco out front leaning against his car.

“I hate you for calling him Franky.” You say as you look over at Franky, who was walking you out.

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll thank me later.” He tells you.

“Hay, thank you for this Franky. I owe you.” Coco tells Franky as you two approach him.

“Did it more out a favor for her then anything.” He tells Coco. “You good?” he then turns to ask you.

“I would rather sleep on that nasty ass cell bench, then go with him.” You spit out, crossing your arms across your chest.

“You going to be okay with her?” Franky asks Coco.

He just chuckles, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” Coco tells him as you just roll your eyes at his comment.

“Please don’t give him a hard time, Y/N. Get home safe.” Franky tells you as he gives your arm a gentle squeeze before heading back into the Police Station.

“Let’s get you home, querida.” He says.

“You have no right to call me that.” You shoot at him.

“Let me take you home, please.” He says as he opens the car door and waits for you to finally slide in.

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Two months. That is how long it had been since the last time you had seen Coco before tonight.

The last clubhouse party you went to, a drunken Gilly had let slip that the reason Coco was with you, was because he had made a bet with him that he couldn’t get you to sleep with him. Your entire relationship based off a stupid bet; nearly a year down the drain.

To say you weren’t taking the break up well was an understatement. Most nights EZ or Angel was around to keep you from completely spiraling out of control. Tonight was your rock bottom.

After much convincing from your friends, you decided to get out for the night and enjoy some drinks at the local bar with some of your girlfriends. You were having a great time, until you spotted, Marie, one of Vicki’s girls at the other end of the bar. She was always trying to push up on Coco, even though he always turned her down and was well aware that you were with him. She was also the one you found sitting on Coco’s lap, tongue down his throat, the night you decided to try and talk things out with Coco a couple weeks after Gilly told you about the bet.

The second you spotted her at the bar, you instantly saw red. Next thing you knew you were being pulled off her by security, hand cuffs being slapped onto your wrist shortly after. Leading to Coco coming to your unwanted rescue.

Now you were sitting next to Coco as he drove you home. As angry and hurt as you were, you couldn’t deny how much you have missed him. The scent of his cologne, mixed with smoke and exhaust, wafting in the car overtaking your senses. A part of you wanted nothing more than for him to reach over and just take you into his arm. Another part of you wanted to yell and scream at him, letting him know how hurt you were.

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At some point during the drive you had fallen asleep, slightly waking up as you felt Coco gently lying you down in your bed.

“I hate you so much, but I love you even more.” You mumbled as Coco went about taking off your shoes.

Placing a kiss to your head and pulling the covers over you, “Get some sleep, querida.” He tells you as he gently moves a strand of hair from your face.

“Please don’t go.” You mumble again as you roll over and cuddle more into the pillow, his pillow.

“I’ll be on the sofa if you need me.” He tells you as he makes sure you are fast asleep before slipping out to the living room.

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Waking up the next morning, you grumble as everything that happened the night before hits you like a freight train.

Looking over to your night stand you make note of how late in the day it already was, but then notice the bottle of water and Gatorade, and a couple Advil’s also sitting on your night stand. Clearly placed there by Coco.

‘Fuck’ you grumble under your breath. Completely embarrassed at the way you acted, and that fact that Coco had to see you the way you were last night.

After getting a well needed shower in, you prayed Coco had some club business to deal with and was long gone. The second you stepped out into the hallway and heard the TV playing in the living room, you knew he was still around.

Walking into the Living Room you couldn’t help but smile as you found Coco sprawled out on the sofa, fast asleep, with some well forgotten sports game playing on the TV. How you would usually find him on most Sundays or his days off.

Tip toeing past him, making your way into the kitchen to make some coffee, you do your best not to wake him.

As you waited for your coffee to brew, you were staring into space, the night’s events on a constant loop in your head.

“How you feeling?” you hear Coco’s voice, causing you to jump slightly, bring you out of your daze.

“Like a fucking idiot. I’m really sorry about last night.” You confess.

“Think I’m the one that should be apologizing.” He tells you, unable to meet your eyes.

Unsure of what to say or even if you were emotionally ready for this conversation that you knew you two needed to have, you fidgeted with your hands, avoiding his gaze.

“You want some coffee?” you finally break the silence as you go about grabbing a couple mugs out of the cabinet.

“That’ll be great!” he says.

You poured him his cup, adding in sugar and a splash of milk, just like he likes it. He gives you a smile as you handed it to him.

“Sorry. Old habits.” You shyly tell him.

“Its perfect. Thank you.” He smiles as he takes a sip.

Trying your best to keep yourself busy and put some distance between you two, you make your way back to the living room, finding anything that you thought could use some tidying up. Clearly there was nothing.

“You didn’t have to stay all day, I’m sure the club needed you more.” You say from the other end of the living room.

“It wasn’t a problem. Bish understood.” He tells you as he finally makes his way into the living room.

Making his way towards you, he gently reaches out to grab your arm, as you absentmindedly fidget with the magazines on your coffee table.

“Hey.” He whispers to get your attention.

Exhaling you finally look up to meet Coco’s eyes, your heart clenching at all the sadness you find.

“Can we please talk?” he asks as he steps back a little, pointing towards the couch.

Nodding your head you make your way to sit on the couch, your breathe catching in your throat at the closeness between the two as he takes a spot on top the coffee table in front of you.

Without warning you burst into tears, hands instantly covering your face as you sobbed. On instinct, Coco is quick to pull you into his arms.

“Hey. Hey. It’s okay.” He whispers as he gently stroked your hair, trying his best to calm you.

“I miss you so fucking much.” You manage to say in-between sobs.

“I know, querida. I know. I’m so fucking sorry.” He says as his voice slightly cracks.

After releasing all that pent-up emotions, you pulled away from Coco sitting back onto the sofa. Giving him a small smile as he wiped away your tears.

“I know no matter what I say, it won’t make the situation any better. Yes, I had a stupid bet going with Gilly when I asked you out. The only reason I agreed to it was because I’ve been wanting to ask you out for the longest time, but was too scared to ask you, afraid you didn’t see me in that way. The bet with Gilly was a push to man up and finally ask you.” He started, his thumb rubbing small circles on your hand, letting you process everything he was throwing at you.

“Why didn’t you just ask me? Why did you need a stupid bet to do it?” you ask him.

“Come on querida. No way someone as perfect as you falls in love with a complete fuck up like me. I always thought you were too good for me.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Coco always told you he was not good enough for you, you knew how he felt, but you never saw him that way.

“And look how well we work together.” You tell him, giving him a smile.

He smiled back, “we are pretty fucking perfect together.” He says giving your hand a kiss.

“Sure at first I wanted nothing more than to sleep with you, but then I got greedy, and I wanted you to love me. I’m sorry for everything. For that stupid ass bet, you seeing that sucia on my lap, tongue down my throat, not fighting for us. For all of it. And I’ll spend forever and a day proving that to you.” He tells you as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’s going to take some time to get over the hurt, but I can’t go on without you, Johnny. I love you!” you tell him, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over.

In an instant Coco’s lips were on yours, taking you into a passionate, needy kiss. Moaning into the kiss, you bask in the moment. In how much you have missed his kisses, his scent, his touch, him.

Coco breaks the kiss, both gasping for air, your lips tingling from the slight stumble on Coco’s face. Moving to sit on the sofa next to you, he pulls you to straddle his lap.

“Do you know what today is?” you ask him as you gently caress the nape of his neck.

You sit and watch as he places his back onto the couch, trying his best to figure out what day it was. You giggle when you notice his eyes go wide.

“Holy shit! Is that today?” he asks you in surprise.

“Mmm-hmmm, that’s today.” You tell him

“Well that’s a good thing I have this with me.” He says as he reaches over for his kutte that was lying on the arm of the sofa, pulling out a small velvet box. You gasp once you catch sight of the small box.

“Johnny?” you whisper, eyes once again filling with tears.

“I love you, Y/N. These last two months made me realize I never want to spend another day without you.” He opens the box to reveal the gorgeous diamond ring. One you obviously knew Letty had a hand at helping pick out.

Taking your shaky hand, “Will you marry me, baby?” he asks, a proud smile on his face.

“Of course. YES!” you practically screamed in-between your sobs.

Taking the ring out of the box and sliding the ring onto your finger, “Happy Anniversary, my love.” He says before claiming your lips once again.

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#coco cruz #coco cruz imagine #coco cruz x reader #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc x reader

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newmysterygirl · 3 years

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After All.

I'm stocking the shelves and Shelly's sitting at the register, reading a magazine when the Prince of Charming walks in. I glance at him but only because someone walked in not because I was trying to be another notch on his belt like Shelly and every other girl in Charming.

I went to school with Jax but he always seemed like a douche and the leather has never impressed me. I mean if the guy behind it is a dick then he's a dick. I don't care if the person has a police badge or a kutte or if he's the damn president. If your a dick your a dick.

Anyways I walked behind the register to grab another box when Shelly lifts her tits. I roll my eyes and shake my head.

As I'm lifting the box Jax ask "You need help with that darlin'?"

"Nah I got it. Thanks though." I say as I turn around.

He nods then ask "How you been?"

I stop my movements and look at him then Shelly, both of us confused because me and Jax have never really had a conversation. Just polite smiles in passing or if he bought something and I was behind the register.

I look at him and slowly say "Fine."

He nods then I say "You?"

He shrugs and says "Good as could be."

I give him a lip tight smile and nod. I barely take 3 steps before we hear an explosion. Jax runs over to the door and then curses before running out to his bike. Shelly looks at me and I just raise my eyebrows and shake my head then walk back over to finish stocking the shelves.

#sons of anarchy #soa #jax teller x oc #jax teller imagine #jax teller #jax teller fluff #soa imagine

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chibsytelford · 4 years

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Farmer’s Market

*** GIF CREDIT TO OWNER ***

@everyhowlmarksthedead requested - Oh, hey, it's me again. Prepare yourself. Drabble challenge. My husband aka Riz, numbers: 54 and 64.

Prompts - “He thinks he’s a mind reader.” and “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.”

Authors Note - 2 fics in one night. I was in the mood for writing, what can I say. I hope you enjoy. And my first time writing for Riz.

Word Count = 778 - short but sweet.

Translations - Mi hermano = my brother, amigo = friend, gilipollas = idiots

Mayans Taglist - @everyhowlmarksthedead @rebel-without-cause-x @whyisgmora @talicat713 @fangirlingaesthetics @jadesamhart

The farmers market was coming to Santo Padre for the first time ever and the Mayans were so happy, especially your boyfriend Riz. He loved every animal, especially goats for some strange reason. When Bishop made the announcement that the Mayans were having the day off from their usual business to visit the farmers market, Riz came home as if he had just won the lottery. He had asked you to come along, but unfortunately you had to work that day or you would have happily tagged along.

You woke up at 8am and found Riz sitting up against the headboard reading a farm magazine.

“You’re up early” you snuggled up against him.

“I’m so excited Y/N, I’ve never been to a farmers market before!” he exclaimed.

Your big scary biker man was mean with a gun, but when it came to animals he would never hurt them. He turned to mush every time he saw a dog or a cat wandering in the street.

“I’ll make you some coffee whilst you get ready, you don’t want to be late” you told him and gave him a kiss on the cheek and headed to the kitchen to put the kettle on. Riz arrived thirty minutes later, freshly showered with his long black hair sticking to his face. He was beautiful. When you first laid eyes on him 3 years ago, you knew he was going to end up being yours, you made sure of it. You handed him his flask of coffee and put your hands around his neck.

“Have fun today Rizzy” you said fluffing his hair. You walked him to the door and walked with him over to his motorcycle which was parked in your drive. “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats” you pleaded with him as you gave him a kiss and waved goodbye.

RIZ’S POV –

The farmers market was very busy and you all looked a bit out of place with your leather kuttes and big leather boots on.

“Don’t go fucking any sheep mi hermano” Coco said to Angel causing you all to laugh. Out of the corner of your eye you saw some goats and practically ran over to them.

“How much for one?” you asked the man standing beside the small wooden fence. The man told you they weren’t for sale but you didn’t back down. “My girlfriend loves goats, and it’s our anniversary next week so I really want to surprise her amigo”. The man told you he would sell you a goat for 100 dollars and you walked over to the group of Mayans with a delighted look on your face.

“What the fuck is that?” Bishop asked as he noticed the goat in your arms.

“A goat, for Y/N, she’s gonna love it” you grinned.

“He thinks he’s a mind reader” Gilly said. “He thinks that Y/N is going to love having a fucking goat in their house”. At this point all the Mayans were in fits of laughter, slapping each other’s backs.

You didn’t notice that EZ had taken a picture of you with the goat in your arms and sent it to your girlfriend.

“Yeah yeah, keep laughing gilipollas” you hissed at them.

Y/N’s POV –

You were finishing an email when you received a text from EZ. It was a picture of Riz holding a goat with a massive grin on his face. Blowing some air out of your mouth, you stood up from your desk and told your manager you were taking an early lunch and you would be back in a couple of hours. You jumped in your car and headed for the farmers market to have a word with your beloved boyfriend.

He was easy to spot. He was the only one in the whole market holding a motherfucking goat. You stomped up to him tapping his shoulder. He spun around and looked like he saw a ghost when he realized it was you.

“What the fuck is that?” you asked him with your hands on your hips. The rest of the Mayans were watching the scene unfold trying to hide their laughter.

“A goat, I know you said don’t buy a goat, but when I looked at his face I couldn’t resist”. Riz turned the goat around so you could get a better look at its face. “You can tell him he is going back then mi amor if you don’t want him” Riz told you.

You had to admit, the goat was cute. “Fine, he can stay with us, but you need to build a barn for it, and feed it, and clean it every single day, all by yourself Michael Ariza” you scolded him.

#michael ariza fanfic #riz ariza fanfic #mayans mc #riz ariza x reader

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vudmurk · 4 years

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Chloë Sevigny by Martien Mulder, KUTT MAGAZINE #1 Spring 2002

#chloe sevigny

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venactricisfics · 4 years

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Malibu Desert

Guess I shouldn’t make assumptions

Mayans Based Story Adult Content

Master List

Chapter Eight

The days had gotten more interesting and the nights, well the nights became much hotter. We traded off where we slept. If Bishop had an early morning with the club we stayed at his, if I had to be at the hospital early we’d stay at mine. I still wasn’t able to convince him that I didn’t need a bodyguard every moment of the day. So the nursing staff got used to seeing Angel, Creeper, EZ or Gilly either sitting with me at the desk or waiting in the lounge. It was all I could do to keep them from following me into patients’ rooms.

“Why don’t you go grab us some lunch from the deli across the street?” I ask Angel as I fumble through my purse for cash.

“Na, then your pendejo ex will come in here and blow you away and Bish will give me shit for days,” he responds.

“Glad to know you care,” I plop down in the chair trying to figure out how else I can get an hour without a Mayan. I draw in a breath and decide the most direct approach would probably be the best, “Alright. I have an appointment upstairs. Come on.”

“What kind of appointment?” he asks dragging his feet as he follows me to the elevator.

“Just come the fuck on before I’m late,” I push the button for the fourth floor. “I need you to keep this between me and you.”

“Why?” he asks as the doors of the elevator open and we step out. He looks around seeing the doctors and nurses in pink scrubs, “Are you fucking pregnant? I can’t keep that shit from Bish.”

“Oh fuck no,” I give him a sideways look, “I’m not pregnant. I just have a gyno appointment. You coming with?” I smile seeing him get squeamish. “Just wait there, read a magazine or something.”

“Right,” he slumps down in the waiting room and starts thumbing through an issue of Cosmo as I’m called to the back. There’s so much they can test for in a cup of pee and a few swabs inside you. Let me tell you it is not as fun as it sounds. But I needed it. Especially if I was going to offer him what I was gonna offer.

“Have fun?” I asked as I kick his boot off the table.

“Did you know they make facials for your ass?” he tossed the magazine back on the table.

I snort a laugh, “I did not know that. You ready to get outta here?”

“Yeah,” he rests his arm over my shoulder, “you still buying lunch?”

“You gonna keep my appointment to yourself?” I quirk a brow in his direction.

“I don’t get it, Malibu,” he says as we walk across the parking lot, “Bish knows you gotta pussy. And you gotta get that shit checked out.”

“That pretty much sums up the gyno visit in a nutshell,” the bell over the door of deli jingles as I push the door open, “I just want to keep it to myself for now.”

“Bish asks me specifics like did you let some guy look right up in your coño I’m not lying,” he says.

“That’s all I’m asking,” I order a couple sandwiches and we sit.

“We’re going to Vicki’s tonight,” he sounds overjoyed at the idea.

“Riz’s sister?” I recall exactly what Vicki did. “Guess you’ll finally get laid.”

“I get laid plenty,” he responds. “When I want.”

“Sure you do,” I chuckle as I finish my sandwich. “I need to stop by the drug store before we head over there.”

“She has rubbers you know,” he says. I chuck my wrapper at him.

After a stop at the drugstore, a quick shower, and a change of clothes, I climb on the back of Angel’s bike to ride out in the middle of the desert. I run my fingers through my hair and straighten my clothes.

“You look fine,” he gives me a shove. “Come on.”

“Dick,” I walk with him up the steps. I never had brothers before. I was an only child. But the Reyes boys had become the closest thing to brothers I could have. He yanks open the door and we walk inside.

If I had pictured a whore house, Vicki’s place would be the furthest place from my imagination. I mean yeah there were scantily clad women everywhere but other than that, the place looked like a home. I scan the room looking for a particular Mayan.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I meet his eyes, then the woman’s draped over his lap. I turn on my heel and head toward the door. Ignoring Bishop’s voice as it calls after me. “Angel, I need you to take me home.”

“What’s going on Malibu, we just fucking got here?” he responds confused.

“Please, just take me home,” I bite my lip to keep the tears at bay.

“Wait, querida,” Bishop voice soft from behind me, “talk to me.”

“It’s ok, Angel,” I wipe my eyes and suck in a breath, I couldn’t ask him to take my side over his president’s. I don’t turn, I just walk out the front door. I sit down on the steps and fumbled with my phone. I hear his footsteps stop just behind me. “You have until my Uber gets here.”

“That’ll be a long ass time. Surprised you got signal,” he sits down beside me.

“I didn’t,” I keep my eyes focused. Trying to get some kind of connection.

“That wasn’t what you think,” he said lifting my chin so my eyes meet his.

“I know what a half-naked woman in your lap looks like,” I responded, “I know we don’t have anything official but I just wasn’t expecting to see that when I came. And I didn’t like seeing you with another woman.”

His thumb brushes away a tear that trailed down my cheek, “That wasn’t anything.”

“Right,” I scoff pushing his hand away and stand holding my phone up trying to get a signal. “I just have to get used to your hands on other women, right? And I’m just a pinche guera who doesn’t know her fucking place?“

"Wait a fucking minute,” he was pissed now too. “You are putting words in my fucking mouth. Sit down a goddamn minute and listen to me if you still want to leave the Prospect will take you."

"Alright, fine,” the word came out emphasizing that it was not in fact fine.

“Crystal,” he starts. I roll my eyes. Of course, the whore’s name is Crystal. “Was the girl I saw the last time I was here two fucking months ago.”

“And you thought you’d reminisce?” I asked, glaring darts in his direction.

“Will you shut up and fucking listen to me,” his voice raised. “She thought we’d pick up where we left off. I was telling her as you walked in that it wasn’t fucking happening.”

“So you weren’t trying to fuck her?” I relax my face slightly.

“No, that’s what I’ve been trying to get through your thick fucking head,” he places his hands on either side of my face holding my gaze to his, “I don’t want to fuck anyone else but you.” His lips are on mine before I could respond. Those words were everything I needed to hear.

The world could have folded in on itself and I never would have given it a second thought. Not for as long as Bishop’s lips were pressed against mine. Time stopped the bullshit faded to black and I was just his. And he was mine.

“Are you done being a jealous bitch now?” he asks as he breaks the kiss. His palms still holding my face.

“I think so,” I catch the breath he had taken away. We turn to walk back toward the house and my face flushes bright pink as everyone was standing on the porch watching us.

“Is the telenovela over now?” Angel asks. “I went to get popcorn.” Bishop pops him on the back of the head as we walk up the steps and back into the house.

“I’m sorry about the drama,” I offer a smile to Riz and Vicki. “I think I had temporary insanity or something.”

“No worries, sweetheart,” Riz responds. Vicki brings me a beer. I settle down with Bishop on the couch. We talk and laugh for the rest of the evening away.

Riding with my arms around Bishop had become second nature to me now. I felt apart of the ride. The night air blows in my face and I look up taking in the view of the night sky. Everything was right here. More so than it had ever been in Malibu.

He pulled his bike to a stop beside my SUV and helped me down. I slip my hand in his as we stroll up to my walk to the door. “You did want to come in still, right?” I asked as I fish my keys from my jeans’ pocket and open the door. I drop the keys in the bowl.

“You gonna shout at me some more?” he quirks a brow.

“Probably not,” I give his hand a squeeze, “I hadn’t planned on it anyway.”

He smirks pressing a kiss to my temple, “Though seeing you pissed was pretty fucking hot.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I lead him by his hand to my room. Smiling at the traces of him that had intertwined themselves in my place. The book he’d been reading lay open on the bedside table. His shirts and jeans that were hung up in my closet. The docking station he set up on the dresser.

He plugged his phone in and then mine then I helped him out of his kutte and hang it on the back of the closet door. The rhythmic way he tapped his pack of cigarettes on his palm before pulling one out. We had a routine. We worked. I had no more doubts.

I dropped a small wrapped box in front of him.

“What’s this?” he turns back to me.

“Open it,” I sit down on the bed looking up at him as he rips the paper off.

He looks at the packet confused, “Hermosa, I don’t think I can take birth control.”

“They’re not for you to take,” I give him a playful shove, “They’re my way of telling you that I don’t want to fuck anyone else either.”

#Mayans #Mayans MC #mayans fanfic #Bishop Losa #Bishop Losa x OC #bishop losa x reader #bishop losa smut #SOA #sons of anarchy

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groovyzombiellama · 5 years

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Meant To Be

Title: Meant To Be Requested? No. Plot: An imagine with Jax Teller based on the song Meant To Be by Bebe Rexha ft Florida Georgia Line. Word count: 2318

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Baby, lay on back and relax, kick your pretty feet up on my dash No need to go nowhere fast, let's enjoy right here where we at.

To say that Jax and you were utterly in love with each other would be a huge understatement. And that was one of the reasons why you decided to take it slow and just enjoy your relationship, without letting stuff like the club interfere too much. One thing you absolutely loved was to just get in the car from time to time and just drive off somewhere when it was getting too suffocating to be in Charming. As soon as you would start feeling as if you might break, Jax would already be calling Gemma to come look after the kids, and as soon as she pulled into the driveway, his car would start, and you would feel yourself practically hoisted over Jax's shoulder, and soon enough find yourself in the passenger side of the car, glaring at your smirking boyfriend placing himself next to you and starting the drive. He always knew just what you needed to relax, and he would always tell you to try and take it slow. "Just enjoy the ride, darlin'." He says and you feel your muscles relax and the sights of the nature through the window would calm you down. After a few moments, you lean your head on Jax's shoulder, wrapping your arms around his own as his hand would rest on your thigh.

Who knows where this road is supposed to lead We got nothing but time As long as you're right here next to me, everything's gonna be alright

A light, but still sweet kiss Jax placed on the top of your head made you close your eyes and smile. It didn't really matter if there was somewhere he wanted to take you, if he had prepared a picnic or there was some other part he recently discovered while on a run and wanted to share it with you. What mattered was that you were together and it was only the two of you and the open road ahead. You could just let yourself loose in those moments, and think that there was nothing to worry about, and that all you have is time. It didn't matter if you two were in the car or on one of your bikes. From the moment you met Jax, when your dad Bobby called you to come visit him in Charming, you knew there was something about him. Something that was gonna make you fall in love. Bobby was of course a little bit apprehensive about you having a relationship with Jax, as all fathers are, but he soon warmed up to the idea, as Jax was one of a very little group of people that he trusted enough to be around you. Jax had to sign a verbal contract that he was gonna keep you save and never even think of something that could potentially hurt you. And along with starting a relationship with Jax, you stayed in Charming to help them out in case they needed some help with computers and hacking, since you were a mayor in IT. Jax has since then been a calm to your storm and vice versa.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be

You never asked Jax to promise you forever. To promise that he's always gonna be the same person. Because you knew that he could never accomplish that. He has seen a lot of things with the life he's leading, and has done so many things too. And you don't go through such things and stay the same. Not even you were the same person from just a few months ago when you got to anxious waiting for someone to call you and tell you something about Bobby, and decided to hack the video Chibs told you they would be receiving from the captors, so you could watch it yourself. Seeing what those heartless monsters did to your father scared you for life, and everyone knew you were no longer that always happy-go-lucky girl you used to be. There was some of her left, but after losing such a huge part of your life, and your rock, the person you could always count on took away a big chunk of her. So to think that forever was a reality, living the kind of life you were living, was not a possibility. You still prayed for Jax to come home safely to you every night and to live a long and happy life together, but you learned to live with the fear, it was another part of your life.

So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be

So the only thing that you looked forward to, other than every second with the kids, we're those 'out of the blue' rides with Jax. If the two of you were taking a bike each, you would occasionally tease Jax and ask if he wants to take different paths, to find out what was at the end of those paths and if you would maybe even meet up at the end. If it was a peaceful moment in the club, without a potential danger to you, Jax would agree, but would wait a few moments after you went your way, and when he would hear the sound of bike go quieter he would go after you. "I know every path here, baby. I've been on so many runs by now." You would glare at him after his statement, but you would wrap your arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his lips, grateful that he humored you and let you experience new surroundings.

I don't mean to be so uptight, but my heart's been hurt a couple times By a couple guys that didn't treat me right I ain't gon' lie, ain't gonna lie

Before meeting Jax, you had been in some bad relationships, and you were really close to giving up on love entirely before you met him. From being cheated on to being verbally and physically abused, you've been through so much, and sometimes you would wonder how much more strength you have to give love another chance. When you wake up each morning, you would look at the dark circles under your eyes, that no make-up could fully hide, your messy hair that no comb could untangle. You wound look at your eyes, bloodshot and puffy from the nights you spent crying, the tear stains on your cheeks. It all made you want to punch this person staring at you from the mirror and just be done with all of it.

'Cause I'm tired of the fake love, show me what you're made of Boy, make me believe

You had no intention of starting a relationship with Jax when you first came to Charming. But just your luck, from the first moment he saw you, Jax decided you were his and that he was going to do what it takes to have you in his life. He had work his ass off to get you, but when he did, he made sure to treat you like a queen. The only thing you truly wanted from him was to respect you, and understand that it would take time for you to start trusting him and forgetting about all of your previous heartaches. And you had the dreadful 'ex's talk' with Jax, because you didn't want to enter another relationship without knowing if he was going to end up going back to his ex,especially since Jax has two kids with two different women. At the beginning of your relationship, you were in constant fear that one of them would show up at the door and Jax would send you packing. However, he did everything he could to make you believe that he was always gonna choose you, no matter what.

But hold up, girl, don't you know you're beautiful? And it's easy to see

Jax didn't mind those dark circles under your eyes, in fact he made sure that you always get enough sleep and get as far away from overly stressful situations, and they actually got smaller. He didn't mind your hair being messy in the morning, and he spent quite some time enjoying it's smell, and overall just loved to tangle his fingers into it when he would kiss you. Neither did he mind your eyes being bloodshot or the stains on your cheeks as he was determined that you didn't have access reason to cry, or he would do his best to kiss the tears away and bring out your smile he loves so much, and your laugh that is music to his ears.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be

You remember reading in a magazine once that no matter what happens, or how long it takes, those who are meant to be together will find each other. And after a long time, and so many failed relationshiprelationships, you finally realized why it never worked out with anyone else. Why you could never make it work no matter how hard you tried. Because it was meant to work with Jax. We can never be too sure that everything is going to be perfect all the time, but this relationship was far better than all of your past relationships combined. It felt so right, and you soon felt all of your insecurities melt away, and you were finally able to just 'let it be'.

So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be

Whenever you hear that one of Jax's ex girlfriends/wives was back in town, you can always feel your old insecurities rush back to haunt you, not caring about the fact that you trust Jax and you are happy enough to know that you are the only woman he sees and the only one he wants. They would just creep up behind you, not because you start doubting Jax, but because you don't trust them, and just the thought of one of them making a move on him made you feel disgusted. And having a man as handsome as Jax, you had to worry about more than his ex's. Every single woman in town knew the prince of Charming, and so many of them would love to be on his arm or on the back of his Harley, with their arms tightly wrapped around his waist. The patch on his kutte made him even more appealing. But what you cared about was the man he is when he comes home and takes his kutte off.

So, c'mon ride with me, ride with me See where this thing goes So, c'mon ride with me, ride with me Baby, if it's meant to be

Don't get me wrong, you love every single part of Jax and all of the things that make him who he is, but it's nice to see him shrug off his kutte and take off his shoes, a wide smile on his face as he would approach you, waiting for him at the entrance to the kitchen, or your bedroom. And it annoyed you to your core that so many women look at him as nothing more than just a patch of the reaper and the words above and under it. There is way more to that, and you consider yourself lucky to be the one to get to see all of that. What helps you get rid of those horrid thoughts, about all those plans being made to steal Jax away from you, is the fact that you are the one who gets to wake up next to him in the morning and fall asleep next to him at night. You are the one who gets to kiss those gorgeous lips and get lost in those tantalizing pools he calls eyes. You are the one who's body he worships, making you really realize that you have nothing to be worried about.

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be

You are Jax Teller's Old Lady, the woman he adores, and the woman who is the mother of his children. Their biological mothers playing very minimal roles in their lives, it was up to you to step zip and become a steady mother figure who was always going to be there for them and fprotect them with her own life if necessary. And you are the one to finally give Jax something he didn't have until then. Something that added to his motivation to work more and become a better person. A daughter. You gave him a little princess who has the best family in the world. From her parents and her brothers, to her grandmothers and all of her aunts, uncles and cousins within the TM and on your side of the family. She was such a happy baby and the apple of her father's eye, and watching her grow alongside her brothers and cousins, along with watching them grow, filled your heart with so much joy, you could swear you were floating on clouds. You couldn't ask for more, all you want and need is either in a pair of baby blue eyes or around the blonde biker who owns them.

---***--- I had so much fun writing this and I hope you guys like it too. I didn't use the full lyrics because by the end it's mostly repetitive, but I love how it turned out and I felt like this song would perfectly describe the relationship. I had an idea to write another one of these with the song 'Back to you' by Selena Gomez, but I want you guys to let me know if I should. I'm currently working on the requests that I have and a couple of my pending ideas, so be on the sofa lookout, more stuff coming sooner than you think. ❤❤

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houseofvans · 5 years

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VAN HOUSE PARTIES | TAKING FIVE WITH BRIAN EWING

We’re taking five with Vans House Parties artist Brian Ewing who will be creating a one-of-kind art installation while folks enjoy the music of Taking Back Sunday! We find out about how Brian chills when not making art, his latest book recommendation, and what folks should expect tonight. Take the leap below!

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Photographs courtesy of the artist.

What’s your favorite thing about summer? That's a tough one! As an artist I'm spending most of my timed bent over a drawing table and wishing I was outside. Luckily my table faces a window that overlooks a tiny dog park. So I get to watch dogs poop, people scoop that stuff into plastic bags and then disappear. It's inspiring.

Other than that I get to travel. My girlfriend (Andria) and I just got back from New York, where we visited friends and family. We were there to exhibit at a convention (Five Points Fest) but we try to massage these trips into mini vacations. In July we'll be doing the same thing for a project I did with Kirk Hammet (guitarist from Metallica) at the Royal Ontario Museum in Canada! You betcha there hey! After that I'll be exhibiting in California at DesignerCon and in New York at NYCC. We'll turn those trips into more mini vacations with tiki bars, photo booths and hangouts with good friends.

How do you TAKE FIVE and chill out when you’re not arting? Panic! Fear! SELF-LOATHING! But seriously, while I'm freelancing for bands I also tattoo four days a week at Cauldron Tattoo here in Columbus, OH.

Art is what defines me. So if I'm not "arting" I'm hustling to do more art. I get the most joy out of seeing an idea of mine go from a sketch to a finished piece. Whether it's a poster or a tattoo.

I also have a small toy company with a friend - MetaCrypt. And I just collaborated with UVD Toys on the "Ghost Boner"! I drew it up as a piece of tattoo flash and it became really popular so I made a resin toy & enamel pin with UVD that we just released. I'm constantly trying to figure out ways to avoid getting a real job. To misquote "Lords Of Dogtown" - I plan to be on Summer Vacation for the rest of my life. So far it's worked.

What’s something not many people know about you? I was born in San Diego, moved to Oahu, then grew up in Milwaukee, WI. From there I moved to Chicago to successfully drop out of art school after a year. Then I moved to Minneapolis, then Los Angeles, San Francisco, Manhattan and now Columbus, OH. I am probably not done moving. I've never had a drivers license and I hate condiments & cheese. Except for pizza cheese.

I used to work in porn at Hustler magazine. Luckily they published Big Brother and I got to work on that too. One of my first freelance illustrations was published in Big Brother. I made sure that Hustler would be my last real job type job. It's been 16 years since I quit to go full-time as an artist. The first time I went to Disneyland - the Melvins took me! I'm left-handed. I'm a kutte-wearing member of the Turbojugend. I'm sure there's more boring stuff...

What’s the last book you read and would recommend to folks? I read mostly books and articles on art and business. Wow...I'm really boring!!! Ugh...

I try to multitask while I'm working so I'll listen to a lot of audiobooks. Youtube has a ton of them for free. I'll mostly listen to classic horror by H.P. Lovecraft to keep me in the mood as I work on a project. Otherwise "Beastie Boys Book" by Michael Diamond and Adam Horovitz. Oh, and "Girl in a Band" by Kim Gordon! I highly recommend these books!

What’s the worst piece of advice you’ve ever gotten? Don't go to art school - you'll never get accepted. Don't quit your job in porn - you'll never make it as an artist. Don't go into tattooing - you'll never succeed.

My mom was my biggest critic and eventually my biggest supporter. I grew up a million years ago in the 1980's & 90's. There weren't any examples of successful artists that we knew of. I auditioned and got accepted into the Milwaukee High School of the Arts. In my senior year, my art teacher pulled me aside and said "you'll never make it as an artist, so don't waste your time trying to apply to art school." My mom pretty much said the same thing. So I applied to art school! I went for a year and then dropped out because I was trying to pay for it all myself. Luckily I could with a small loan from my mom and grandma and all the side jobs I took on. The thought of owing that much money with no guarantee of a job terrified me. So I dropped out. Got several odd jobs ( I was a janitor and had to dispose of body parts) and then a job at a Kinko's where they had these things called "computers"! I used my job to teach myself graphic design and printing. That's when I began my poster career - I started designing posters for the local venue First Avenue in Minneapolis.

From there I moved to Los Angeles and found myself working at Hustler magazine on their 1-900 ads and scheduling the magazines. I was hired as an assistant art director and got fired the next day because one of Larry Flynt's relatives wanted a job so they got mine.

A couple days later I got hired there again to work on the ads for various magazines. After a few years I wanted to quit. I was engaged at the time and my fiance told me to not quit because I'll "never make it as a professional artist." Ironically we split 3 months later. I quit Hustler on a Friday and started freelancing the next Wednesday. I've been working as a full-time artist ever since.

A year later I got hired to design posters for the Van's Warped Tour (2004). (Where I did a poster for Taking Back Sunday.) I even got to go on tour with everyone. My job was to sign posters for 30 minutes a day and then watch bands. When the tour rolled into Milwaukee (where I grew up) I invited my mom to check it out.

My mom got to see me do a signing and then we walked around. (I even got to introduce her to the guys in the Bouncing Souls!) I said "Look around. Do you see the posters everyone's holding? I designed those!!!" (Every day there were around 20,000 kids who attended the Warped Tour in whatever city it was in.) After that she understood I was doing ok as an artist and was glad I NEVER listened to the many times she told me to quit. From then on she was my biggest supporter.

At her funeral many of her friends and coworkers told me how proud she was of me. That meant everything to me. Gah!! I'm starting to tear up.

The next chapter in my life has been tattooing. When I started out I had a girlfriend who was very toxic. She would constantly tell me that I was never going to make it as a tattoo artist and I should quit. Ironically we didn't last long. I'm starting to notice a pattern... I've been tattooing for 3 years now (under Mike Moses) and will be done with my apprenticeship in a month.

To make a long story longer - the WORST advice I got was the BEST advice. If you have people in your life that don't want to see you succeed and be happy - ignore them! Find people that support you!!! Take all that negative reinforcement and turn it into fuel to keep you motivated and going - even when those voices are the loudest and you want to quit.

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buckyscrystalqueen · 5 years

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Adventure: Part 1

Pairings: John Winchester x Reader (SOA/SPN crossover)

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst

Word Count: 4,063

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“Jax… please let me go on this run.” You asked for the hundredth time as you sat on your shared bed watching him pack his over night bag for the annual bike show down in Arizona. “I promise, I’ll stay out of the way…”

“I said no, (Y/N)!” Your husband snapped as he shoved his shirts in his bag. “God, why can’t you just listen to me for once?” You scoffed, crossed your arms over your chest and actually started pouting as he checked the magazine of his gun and shoved it in the back of his jeans.

“This is unbelievable, Jackson.” He rolled his eyes and flipped the top of his bag closed with a shake of his head.

“You can come with me next time.” He placated as he came over to your side of the bed and gave you a harsh kiss good-bye. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you.” You grumbled as you watched him walk out the bedroom door, yet again. It had been the same thing at least once a week, every week, for the past ten years you had been married. And it was the last time you were going to sit back and let it happen. The second your front door closed behind the man you had fallen out of love with so long ago, you lurched to your feet and started packing.

You weren’t that girl that would just sit back while her man went off on all sorts of adventures. You were the girl that went searching for your own adventures. You were the fire house baby foster child that had bounced around the state of California since you were two days old, who started working at a grocery store the day you turned 14 so that the day you turned 16, you could put every penny you saved into a beat up, Ford Maverick. From that day on, with your GED in hand, the world was yours… until you met Jax Teller.

He and Opie had found you, fast asleep, in the back seat of your car in the lot next to Teller-Morrow one early morning after you had raided the garage for tools in a vain attempt to fix your car by yourself by the light of the street lamps. They had knocked on your open door with the wrench you had taken, and startled you so bad, you slammed your head against the low roof of your car. The two men had taken a step back and simply watched as you screamed at them for sneaking up on ‘a poor, defenseless woman like that’ and by the end of the day, Jackson Teller had found his way into your heart and you wrapped yourself around his little finger.

The two of you did everything together; snuck out until all hours of morning to cause all sorts of trouble and disappeared for entire weekends to the club’s cabin without a word to anyone. Gemma realized quickly that having the pair of you under the same roof would lead to absolutely no good, so she had Chibs take you in just to get you out of your car. That lasted all of a week before you were sneaking into Jax’s bedroom window and he into yours. No matter how hard they tried to keep you apart, there was nothing they could do to stop you from being together. You were just north of eighteen when you got his crow across your lower back and two days after you turned nineteen, you got married. If you had known then what you knew now, you would have never said I do.

“My turn for an adventure, Jackson.” You mumbled to yourself as you pulled the tarp of your old car that was sitting in your garage. You tossed your bag of clothes in the back seat and shook your head, knowing that you were going to have only twenty-four hours to get rid of this car. You checked the stash of cash you had hidden away in the past few months in the middle console as you slid into the driver’s seat and grabbed the keys from the visor.

“It’s my Goddamn turn.”

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“Stupid piece of shit.” You grumbled to yourself as you stood, staring at your smoking engine on the side of interstate 50 some where in Nevada. “You couldn’t even get me out of Sons territory, could you, you hunk of junk?” You sighed loudly and stood up straight. You watched yet another car drive by without stopping and shook your head.

“You know, you would think a half dressed, twenty something in itty-bitty jean shorts and a tank top would get someones attention but noooo. They’re just gunna leave me here to die all by my lonesome.” You continued to mutter to yourself as you leaned in the driver side window and grabbed your bag from the backseat. The wad of cash, totaling a sum of just over a couple thousand dollars was shoved in your bra and you shoved your cell phone and your small purse in your backpack.

“And so the adventure begins.” You said as you grabbed your headphones and shoved them into your iPod. With a single glance back at your car, you pulled your shirt down over your tattoo and hand gun, put your bag on your back to try and keep them covered and started walking east. You only walked for an hour before someone finally pulled over and came to your rescue.

“Where you headed?” A handsome man called out as he pulled up along side you in a black GMC pick up truck. You smiled up at the older gentleman through the open passenger window and shrugged.

“No where. Just looking for an adventure.” He chuckled and nodded his head as he leaned across the seat and opened the passenger door.

“Well get in. I can take you as far east as Colorado but I’m going north from there.”

“I’ll take whatever ride I can. That’s the whole point of an adventure, right? I’m (Y/N).”

“John.” The man said as he put his truck in drive and pulled back onto the highway. “You been on the road long?” You smiled and shook your head as you glanced in the side view mirror at the life you were leaving behind.

“Been away from the road too long is more like it.” You looked over at him as he nodded his head in understanding.

“Yea… I know that feeling all too well, sweetheart.” He smiled at you as his brown eyes found yours. “Welcome home.”

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“So, dinner’s on me.” You said as John pulled into the parking lot of a small diner somewhere in northwest Colorado. “Just a thanks for giving me a ride.”

“Oh I can’t let that happen, sweetheart. I got dinner.” You scoffed as you subtly grabbed your Beretta 92FS from the back of your jean shorts and leaned forward to put it in your bag; missing John’s glance over at the black ink sprawled across your lower back.

“What, do I not look like a girl that can handle herself?” You teased as you glanced over at him with a smile. He chuckled as he grabbed his wallet from the slot in the dashboard and shoved it in his jacket pocket.

“I don’t doubt you can. But I know you’re running from something and you don’t have a car or a destination in mind. You’re gunna need all the help you can get so if I can buy you dinner to help you out, I’m gunna.” You hummed and nodded your head as you put on one of Jax’s flannel shirts to keep you warm against the slight bite of cold air outside the warm truck.

“Well thanks. For everything.” He nodded at you as the two of you headed into the small diner. You grabbed a corner booth so that you could face the door; a habit you picked up from years of always having to watch your back. John watched you like a hawk as you tucked yourself into the corner of the booth and scanned the diner for any glimpse of a kutte.

“Can I ask you something personal?” He asked after you both ordered coffees and waters. You nodded as you pulled your left knee up to your chest and propped your foot up on the booth. You watched him sigh as he ran his hand across his salt and pepper scruff. “Did he beat you? Is that why you’re running?” You met his eyes and chose to play dumb.

“Who?” His face deadpanned slightly as he reached across the table and picked up your left hand. You glanced down at your wedding ring and swore softly under your breath for forgetting to leave it at home like you had wanted. You sighed as you pulled your hand back and really looked at your ring. “No. No, he wasn’t abusive.” You said with a slight shake of your head as you pulled off your ring and moved it to your other hand. You looked up at John and shrugged as your waitress set down your drinks. Once you ordered, you sighed.

“We got married when I was nineteen and we had absolutely no business doing so. Sure we loved each other but Jax was the first person that ever made me feel safe. He was the first person that gave me a reason to actually call somewhere other than my car a home. I was naïve when I said ‘I do’ but in the last ten years, I grew up and realized that the life I was in wasn’t the life I wanted. The life style he lived wasn’t where I wanted to be anymore. So I left. You know, he wanted kids? Kids. In a bikers life style? That’s just begging for trouble.”

“So you’re a biker’s wife?” John clarified, the thrill of it sort of exciting to him.

“Soon to be ex biker’s wife.” You reminded him. “All he has to do is sign the papers that I left on his pillow. Like I said, wrong life style. I mean at the same time, who am I to judge when it comes to that kinda shit though? I was a gutter rat growing up. I stole, I lied, I beat the shit out of some girl when I was seven for trying to take my blanket at the group home I was in. Hell, I wanted to join that biker life when I married into it. I wanted to prospect and get patched in. I don’t know. Maybe this is just me being butt hurt that I can’t be one of the guys or whatever. But I’m done. Done with California, done with being a wife to someone who’s never home. I wanna be back on the road and sleeping in my car. I honestly miss being a street rat.”

“Are you sure you’re not just running from your problems?” You looked up at him from the straw wrapper you had been tearing up and startled a bit.

“What?” He sighed and folded his hands on the table.

“Look, I’ve been around the block a time or two. I’ve got two kids and I’ve seen those two run from their problems left and right. Hell, so have I…” You held up two fingers to stop his sentence as the waitress set down your dinners. You gave her a small smile and waited for her to walk away before you looked back at John.

“I am running.” You said matter of factly. “From what, I’m not entirely sure. But I am running and I don’t regret that I’m running. I just… I need something more out of my life. I need…” You shook your head and shrugged your shoulders as you tried to figure out exactly what you wanted to say. “I need to find me again. I don’t know where she went but I need to find her again.”

“I get it.” He said with a nod of his head. “I get it.” He smirked at you as he picked up half of his burger. “Well shit, girl. You want adventure… I got more adventure than you could probably handle.” You smirked as you reached over and snagged one of the fries off his plate.

“Well bring it on. I’m always down for a new adventure.”

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“OK… brunette or red head?” You asked as you held up the two boxes of hair dye. John glanced up from the thick notebook he was writing in and looked between the two boxes.

“Both.” He said as he looked back down at his book with a smirk. You sighed as you looked at the two boxes again and groaned.

“You’re supposed to be helping me.” You whined as you looked at the colors on the top of the boxes. “And picking a color is being a helpful.”

“Sweetheart, just pick one.” John groaned softly as he pulled off his reading glasses. He searched your eyes for a moment before laughing and pointing to the red color in your left hand.

“Thank you.” You said with a laugh as you set the box of brown dye down on your bag.

“You’re gunna be difficult every step of the way, aren’t you?” He asked as you ripped open the box and rummaged through the directions for the plastic gloves.

“I used to drive my husband crazy because of it. Always indecisive but at least I make driving you crazy fun.” You looked at him through the mirror by the TV with a smile as you started putting the deep red dye in your bottle blonde hair.

“Yea, I’ve known you for less than 12 hours and I already know that.” You couldn’t help but laugh as you sectioned off another part of your hair to dye.

“Hey, you could have left me at the diner. Shit, you could have left me on the side of the road. Why you are keeping me around is beyond even me.”

“Hey, you said it yourself.” John said as he looked back down at his book. “You need an adventure. I could use a little adventure in my life.”

“What, you miss the fun you had in the roaring twenties?” You teased before you dodged a bed pillow he threw at you.

“Ha ha you little shit.” He laughed as he leaned back against the headboard. “Don’t make me regret saving you.” You opened your mouth to retort at the same moment your phone started ringing in your backpack. Both you and John looked over at your bag as Jax’s custom ringtone filled the room. You couldn’t bring yourself to move in that direction to answer it and come up with a lie about what you were doing so you simply let it ring.

“You’re gunna have to answer that eventually, sweetheart.” He said as you went back to dying your hair.

“I have until at least tomorrow night before he realizes I filed for divorce. Once that happens, I’d like to be as far away from California as I can possibly get.” John nodded at you in the mirror as he went back to writing in his notebook. You let him be as you covered every inch of your hair and wrapped the strands in a wet bun on the top of your head.

“So what are you writing anyways?” You asked as he snapped his notebook closed and set it, his pen, and his glasses on the table between your two queen sized beds.

“That is a story for another day.” You nodded as you picked up the remote and turned on the little TV.

“Are you sure you don’t mind me catching a ride with you?” You asked as you flipped through the static riddled channels to find something mindless to watch.

“I’m sure. I know my friend Bobby could use the extra hand and then you’ll have more adventure than you can handle.” You smirked and glanced over at him as you draped Jax’s flannel over your lap to keep you warm until you could wash the dye out of your hair.

“Just passing off the buck. I get it.” John laughed as he toed off his boots and climbed under his blankets.

“Don’t stay up too late. I wanna get on the road early.”

“Yes sir.” You said with a nod as you turned down the volume a bit and turned off the light in the room. You heaved a sigh and looked back at the TV; not noticing John watching you in the glow of the TV.

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“You know you can still go back.” John said softly as he watched you staring at Chibs’ caller ID picture on your cell phone later the next afternoon. He had been the only one calling you every twenty minutes for the past two hours, meaning the guys were back from their run early and Jax had absolutely seen the divorce papers. You shook your head as you forced yourself to hit the ignore button and send him to voicemail.

“I can’t.” You said softly with a shake of your head. You sighed and looked up at the hood of John’s truck with tears in your eyes. “I’m drowning out there. I can’t go back to that life.” He nodded his head as you glanced down at the beep your cell made to announce the newest voicemail. He nodded his head in understanding as he pulled into a place called ‘Singer Salvage’

“Just… know that you can always go back. You just have to ask, OK?” You nodded over at him as he stopped in front of an old, two story house between a black Chevy Impala and a tow truck.

“Thanks, John. That means a lot.” With a nod from him, you grabbed your bag and got out of the truck. The two of you made it a couple steps toward the door before a loud shout grabbed your attention from inside the house. You and John both drew your guns (for different reasons) and headed up to the porch as the same man shouted once more.

“Bobby?” John called out over the men arguing inside as he pushed open the door and headed inside. You followed after him as the shouts finally became understandable.

“Tell us where the fucking vamps’s are, Crowley!” A younger man that you recognized as Dean from the photos on John’s dash shouted at a well dressed man standing in the middle of the book covered living room. You stumbled over your own feet and caught yourself on the door frame as the four men in the living room looked over at your slight gasp.

“Well now. What have we here?” The well dressed man with a British accent asked as he sized you up.

“Leave her alone, Crowley.” John growled as he side stepped in front of you. “Tell them what they need to know and get the hell out of here.”

“Oh, I’m much rather deal with her, thank you.”

“You’ll deal with us!” Dean growled as you looked around at the men trying to figure out exactly what was going on.

“Tell them what they need to know.” You said as you took a half step around John and looked at Crowley. “You wanna deal with me, you tell them what they wanna know.” You met the man’s deep brown eyes and waited with your gun held out in front of you. You forced yourself to hold your ground as he studied your eyes with a hungry smirk on his face. His head tilted the slightest bit to the side as his eyes trailed down from Jax’s button down over your white tank top to your blue jean clad long legs and the worn out converse you had owned since you were a teenager that were held together by super glue and duct tape.

“Where’d you come from, kitten?” He asked as he found your eyes once more but you shook your head.

“You’re not asking the questions here.” He nodded slowly as he crossed his arms over his suit clad body.

“Oh is that so. Well I don’t think I like those terms…” Without thinking, you reached out and grabbed the large bowie knife John had on his hip. With expert precision, you flung it across the room and the blade nicked Crowley’s ear before embedding into the wall behind him.

“Answer them.” You said evenly.

“And there’s that.” The older man to your left who you assumed had to be Bobby grumbled.

“Don’t. Throw things. At me!” Crowley roared as he glared at you with suddenly red eyes.

“Answer them!” You yelled once more as you cocked your gun. Crowley glared at you for another long moment before sighing the slightest bit.

“Barn, six miles north of town.” You nodded your head at him and lowered your gun the slightest bit.

“Sam, lets go.” Dean said as he headed past Crowley toward the door.

“Hey! Aren’t you going to let me out of this?” Crowley shouted at Dean’s retreating back.

“No.” All four men said as John moved to let his boys go out the door. He sighed as he looked back over his shoulder at you before looking up at Bobby.

“She wants adventure in her life. And obviously, she can handle herself.” Bobby looked back at you and studied you for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

“Go on, help your boys. I got her.” John nodded at Bobby and pat your shoulder on his way out the door.

“I’ll be back, (Y/N). Bobby’s better at explaining. Just… stay out of Crowley’s reach. Trust me.” Your brows shot to your hair line as you watched John head out the door quickly. You huffed a laugh as you turned and looked back at Bobby as you put your gun away in the back of your jeans.

“So, what do you got for me? Rock climbing in the Grand Canyon? Maybe white water rafting on the Ocoee?”

“Werewolves in South Carolina.” Bobby said as he moved into your eye line to see how you were going to handle the information. You stayed quiet for a moment as Crowley paced in a circle in the middle of the room.

“Werewolves.” You clarified as you looked between the two men.

“Werewolves. Look, kid. I ain’t the best one to have this talk with ‘cause I ain’t one to sugar coat it. All the shit that you see in the horror movies are real and then some. We hunt ‘em an’ kill ‘em. You stick with John or the boys and you’ll be just fine. They’re the best the hunter world’s ever seen, ain’t that right, Crowley?” You looked back over at the man who was still pacing the floor but he simply shrugged and kept walking.

“Most annoying hunters in the entire bloody universe’s more like it.” He mumbled.

“So what is he? Red eyes like that mean something freaky, right?” You looked back at Bobby as you took a half step more away from Crowley just to be safe.

“Demon. Here, read this first. It’s about as basic as I can get.” You glanced over at Bobby and took the notebook he was handing you. “And uh… sit over here. John’s right. Stay away from Crowley.”

“I’m right here!” The demon shouted as you sat down in the dust covered, single person chair Bobby was pointing at.

“OK, am I allowed to be freaking out here? This isn’t like…”

“Normal, I know.” Bobby said as he started looking at papers on his desk. “Freak out all you want, kid. But welcome to the world. Now you can either get to reading or take the keys by the door for the red hunk’a junk out front and head out. Your call but I got some stuff I could use an extra set’a eyes on.” You nodded your head slowly as your phone started vibrating in your back pocket. You took a half second to weigh the weight of the two worlds before you sat back in the chair and opened the hand written notebook that looked a lot like the one John was writing in the night before.

Part 2

#John Winchester x Reader #Adventure #soa/spn crossover #John x Reader

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