Author's note: Hiii… I’m not dead yet. Life has just been really hectic and everything. I’m hopefully gonna get back into writing Disney villains (might branch out into Star Wars villains more on that later) so hope you enjoy.
Tw: Ernesto’s a loser ahh bish
“And the world is mi famillia!” The screen went black as the warm baritone was cut off in the middle of the song. It was 1942. Ernesto De La Cruz was at the peak of his career. The damnable bastard. Made large promises and even larger holes in your family. You remember being happy with him. That was a long time ago, though.
“Mi Vida, you truly hold the key to my heart and are my world.” He whispered once upon a time on your wedding night. His smile was so lucid in your mind. It felt like your wedding night all over again. It was incandescent, lighting up your whole world. You had loved him once. You thought he had felt the same way. Evidently not. One day, Ernesto left a note. It flipped your world entirely.
“I’m going off to travel the world and spread music everywhere, mi alama. I won’t be home for a long while. Be safe.
-Love, Ernesto"
You cried for hours. You absolutely sobbed baby tears on the floor. Then you went to your best friend Imelda’s home. Her husband, Héctor, had left with Ernesto. The only difference? Héctor had told Imelda he was going. They had a long goodbye, and their daughter got to say bye-bye to her papa.
Then, Héctor missed his daughter’s 5th birthday. Coco was confused. Not so much as a letter came from her Papa. Imelda was enraged at both of your husbands! How dare they abandon their families?! That was absolutely disgusting to her. She would never accept it. She didn’t waste tears like you, however. She started a business. Shoe making. You two had been learning together from an older man in the plaza. You two had done it as a way to pass the time and spend time together. Who knew you’d start a successful business due to it?
Imelda was strongly of the opinion that music ruined your family. But shoes? Would put it together. You’d both had daughters at this point. Your little girl was the spitting image of your husband. She had his eyes, his jaw, and his thick hair. She was an absolute sweetheart, though. Ernesto had made a name for himself by this point. Making a shit ton of money.
Your daughter held his last name, though. Every time he appeared in the paper, she would point and say, "Papa!" She had clearly drawn the connection in appearance and last name. You just smiled and nodded. How could you lie to her? She was so proud of her papa too. Like he held the key to the universe, as she got older, though, she became more and more spiteful to him. How could he leave her?! How could he leave you?! Every time she saw him in the paper, she would lose a spark in her eye. She knew what he did. She had always been clever.
She held true to this anger and spite for many years. All the way till now. Your daughter, once so small, happy, cheerful, and funny in that way only toddlers were, was a grown woman. She was gorgeous, intelligent, quick-witted, and kind. She was also a musician to boot! She was incredible on the guitar and could play (5 times better, in your correct opinion) as well as your husband. You were so proud of your little girl! You two were currently out. With the war blazing, you were in shock that anywhere with a TV (a rare commodity) would be playing a concert of Ernesto’s!
“Mamá?” Your daughter looked at you quizzically.
“Yes, my love?”
“Why doesn't the public know about us? Why didn't you ever divorce him? Or make a fuss when he left?” You froze. That was currently… Wow, that wasn’t what you were expecting on a Saturday.
“He wanted the spotlight. I did not. Once he left, I thought about it, my love; I really did. But he rose so quickly! Plus he made so much money. I couldn't afford a lawyer half as good as one of his.” You replied with sadness. In truth, you also still loved him. You still did! Ernesto was impossible to get out of one's head! He was very charming.
“So you didn't want him to know about me in divorce proceedings?” She asked. That had also been a factor. You had no idea what type of people Ernesto made friends with as a big shot! For all you knew they did drugs and other things! You didn't want your daughter to become vitiated!
“I did not, baby. I didn't know who your Papá was friends with. So I made sure to keep you safe however I could.” You stared at the TV as it came back on. Ernesto stood under a bell as ballet folklórico dancers finished their set. They were absolutely beautiful, and your daughter was enraptured by their movement. You grinned at her. Taking your eyes off the screen.
“You like them, huh?” You heard the bell ring and your daughter gasped in horror. Confused, you looked back. Only to find a bell where your husband once stood. You took a minute to gasp. Was he… was Ernesto? Was your Ernesto truly gone?
“Mama… what… how… is he?” Your daughter stared at the screen. Her brain, racing to catch up with what happened to her papá. You yourself had no words. In your heart, you knew. He was gone.
“Honey, let's go home. It might be better to eat at home tonight.” You slowly guided her away. Luckily the walk home should be pretty safe. You guided your daughter through the busy streets.
There was yelling and shouting everywhere at once. Something felt off. You quicken your pace. A few rough-looking boys came out from the alley and began yelling at another group. It became very clear to you. This was going to become a shoot-out. You began running with your daughter. Right as shots crackled in the air. Screams followed suit. You pushed faster, you attempted to dig your legs harder. Then, it hit you. You heard an anguished cry. Then. Nothing.
Author's Note: This request is pretty old so I don't know if the person who sent it is even on here or reads my stuff anymore. It sounds heavy but anything mentioned is in past tense and not too specific so as to try not to trigger anyone. There is fluff as well so its not all sad. Gif credit to the ever talented fellow associate @thesewickedhands and divider credit to @pixopix, I'm obsessed with this one.
Coco marched up to the door and without second thought, started flinging his body into the cheap wood. It took a few tries before he kicked through, searching the apartment. His eyes narrowed when he saw her standing in the bathtub with a robe haphazardly pulled over her body, a radio playing softly in the corner and a knife clutched in her hand. He watched her sigh in relief but it did nothing to quell the anger buzzing in his veins.
“Jesus Christ, what-“
He didn’t hear the rest of the sentence as he swung hard, something he wanted to do for most of his life. He sat on the edge of the tub, wiping water off his face and leather as her taunting words rang in his ears.
“What, you think you can save her, el Coco? You couldn’t save your little friend.”
He wasn’t sure he could hate his mother any more until her final admission. Growing up, Celia had a corner partner as mean and ruthless as she was. She would come over, leave her daughter with Coco and the two of them would disappear for hours into the night. Her daughter was a couple years younger than him but had an attitude that could rival anyone on the block. They became fast friends, making up games and stories and putting together whatever they could find to eat. Sometimes the women would come back alone and her mother would take her home to her apartment down the hall. Sometimes they weren’t alone, which always turned violent sooner or later. When Coco heard the door open and a deep, unfamiliar laugh, he would grab her hand and bring her into his closet. They stayed in the closet together, making up stories about how they would grow up and fall in love, escape their shitty apartments and mothers.
Coco would never forget one night after a brutal fight, they were still lying on the floor of the closet. He held her tight, his body between her and the door.
“Promise me we’ll get out of here?” she asked him quietly, fear making her voice tremble.
“I promise,” he whispered, squeezing her close.
Coco lost contact with her when he went into the service. He didn’t think too much of it at the time but as he dragged Celia’s body from the bathroom to the kitchen, he replayed her callous words.
“We gave her to the landlord for free rent. Got us a couple more years in that piece of shit. He always liked her eyes, how she had different colors. It was only supposed to be for a few months but she never came back.”
His first stop was Louie, whose face paled when he saw Coco again. He pulled out an old picture from his wallet from when they were teenagers, arms around each other’s shoulders and big smiles on their faces. They had just reunited after a few months of Coco in juvie. Louie remembered hearing about a woman on the street with two different colored eyes. He tried to find her to feature her on his site but hit a dead end. He gave Coco all the info he had, still worried the club was after him. Coco spent weeks and weeks following lead after lead, scouring every corner he could think of. He eventually told the club about his mission after he snapped at Bishop and almost got taken into the cage for his attitude. He had been chased out of a brothel the night before by a bunch of skinheads with shotguns and was fed up with coming up empty.
His spirits were lifted when the club got to work, pooling all their resources to help him find her. There was one terrible night where he thought she was dead. Taza came to him solemnly, phone in his hand that she died at the hand of a ruthlessly brutal pimp. Coco was halfway through a bottle of whiskey when Hank told him Taza’s source got her mixed up with another girl and she actually left with another pimp. It took several more long, painful weeks for his source to call back.
“She’s at a brothel on the border, Corte del Rey,” Taza murmured.
Coco’s blood boiled when he heard the name. Corte Del Rey was notorious for mistreating their employees. Stories about women chained up in cages when they weren’t working, hit for even daring to speak without being spoken to. He looked over at Bishop, who nodded.
“Time to put Corte del Rey out of business,” he decided.
Coco sat in the back of the van, gun resting over his lap. Gilly was next to him, while Creeper drove the van. The rest of the club rode ahead, checking out the building. He pulled his hood over his head, trying to breathe evenly and steady his hands. EZ opened the van doors and they slid out, Bishop calling them over to discuss their plan. Coco peered through his scope, pulling the trigger when he caught a guard’s eye. Half the club snuck down to the front of the warehouse and the other half lined up at the back door. Riz and Creeper stayed back to help any women who escaped and take care of anyone who showed up from the road.
Coco followed Hank through the back door, women screaming as bullets flew. EZ and Taza worked fast to free the women as the rest of the club handled the men holding them captive. They ran for the doors and Coco immediately spotted her trying to slip out the back. He followed her, catching her around the waist. She screamed and struggled in his arms, trying to fight him off.
“Hey, hey, corazón, it’s me!” he spun her around, “It’s Coco, hey,” he held her cheeks, tears spilling over his eyes as they locked on hers, “You’re safe now. It’s me…” he watched her eyes widen in recognition and she sobbed, both of them falling to the ground clutching each other tightly.
Coco couldn’t remember the last time he felt the warmth in his chest as she curled up in his lap, sleeping in the back of the van with the rest of the girls and a very thrilled Gilly. He brushed her hair back as gently as he could, watching her sleep. The van pulled up to Vicki’s but he stayed put, his arm wrapped around her waist. Gilly jumped out and helped the girls inside, where Vicki and her girls were waiting with food, first aid and a job if they wanted.
“You coming, bro?” Creeper asked.
He shook his head, “Don’t wanna wake her,” he spoke softly.
“One cup…” she mumbled to herself, acrylic nail skimming the page of the cookbook. A few pots bubbled in various stages of cooking, a pan of chicken baking in the oven. Coco’s house smelled like an Indian restaurant in every corner, despite the back door’s window cracked open.
She heard the sound of a motorcycle pulling into the driveway and smiled, her first real one all day. The bike cut and two voices arguing in loud, fast tones followed. Her heart raced but she willed it to calm down.
It’s just Coco and Letty. It’s safe. She was safe.
They came through the door still bickering and Letty slammed the door shut. She froze, images flashing in front of her eyes.
Screaming. Rough hands on her. Blood and chains.
Warm fingers wrapped around her wrist and she heard her name, gentle but urgent. She looked up to see kind eyes, his eyes on hers. She looked down to see his hand on her wrist, grounding her. He always knew how to bring her out of a flashback.
“Are you okay?” Coco asked, brow furrowed in concern.
She nodded and rubbed her eyes, “Sorry, it was the door…”
He drew in a slow breath to calm himself, “Man, I told that girl a million fuckin' times,” he walked off before she could stop him, “Leticia!”
She stirred some sauce, focusing on the radio and food until she heard her name again but in a lighter tone. She turned to see Letty standing in the kitchen doorway.
“I’m sorry,” Letty murmured, “I didn’t mean to scare you. He just makes me so mad sometimes.”
“I know,” she smiled softly, “I’m okay. What’s going on?”
Letty huffed in annoyance, “He’s telling me I can’t go out-“
“On a date,” Coco called from the patio.
“It’s a group date for a movie and dinner!” Letty exclaimed, “I even told him to come pick me up so you could scare him or whatever. And we’re meeting like 3 other couples there! And some people by themselves.”
“And I told you no boys,” he called back.
“I’m literally 19,” Letty glared at the open door, then looked back at her, “Please help.”
“Go get ready,” she winked and Letty grinned, running off.
She walked outside to find Coco sitting at the table, a lit cigarette in the ash tray as he looked over a disassembled gun. She picked up the cigarette and sat next to him.
“I don’t like being teamed up on,” he grumbled without looking up.
She smiled and took a drag, “But it’ll just be you and me here if she goes on the date. And you get to scare some poor kid.”
Coco looked up, his eyes soft as he watched her let the smoke out, “You sure you’re okay? There’s a lot of food in there.”
Cooking was usually a tell that she was feeling uneasy. Her therapist told her it was a healthy coping mechanism. She was good at it and enjoyed it. Letty and Coco also got to benefit from it but the more food he saw, the more worried he became.
“Tomorrow’s the anniversary,” she murmured, handing him the cigarette, “I’m just…keeping busy.”
He nodded in understanding, “I brought home more weed. You wanna smoke it before or after we eat?”
She smiled, “Both. Now stop changing the subject.”
He rolled his eyes playfully and took a drag of the cigarette, “I know how ugly this world is. We both do.”
“All three of us do,” she reminded him gently.
He sighed, “I know,” he admitted, “I just wanna protect her when I can.”
“It seems harmless, baby,” she nodded at the gun, “What’s wrong with it?”
“It jammed today,” he explained, “So I’m cleaning it and fixing it,” he took another drag, “Tell Letty she can go.”
She got up and kissed his head, “I already did,” she giggled and ran inside, turning to see Coco watching her with amused eyes.
His eyes are what drew her in. She’ll never forget the first time she saw them. Her mom’s newest “fiancé” had lost his job and they had to move. Again. He had a fierce look on his face as he stood between an older boy and a girl their age, earning him the nickname el Coco very early on. When she met the girl officially later that week, she said Coco was the only boy to trust.
The sound and chaos of his club descending on the brothel terrified her and the other girls. Whenever men had broken in before, the girls were either stolen and forced into other brothels or killed. When the doors opened and she fled to the back door, she thought she would be held captive again until she heard his voice and their eyes met. She knew she would never hurt again, safe with el Coco once again where she belonged.
“How do I look?” Letty’s voice broke her thoughts.
Letty was dressed for her date in a pair of black jeans and a cropped shirt, matching sneakers on her feet. Her hair was straight and down to her shoulders.
“Cute,” she smiled, “Are those the new jeans?”
Coco listened to them talk in the kitchen as he reassembled his gun. Their relationship made his heart softer every time he watched them together. She was there when he found out about Letty but was gone by the time she was born. They bonded over their shared experiences and hatred for Celia. She never called her mom but he would see Letty look at her with so much love it made his chest ache.
“Dinner’s ready, mi amor,” she called from the doorway.
He nodded and got up, kissing her softly before heading inside.
He frowned when he saw Letty sitting at the table, a plate in front of her as she texted.
“Why you only wearing half a shirt?” he arched an eyebrow.
Letty scoffed, “Because I like this shirt.”
She let herself zone out while they argued over dinner, the bickering comforting her. Coco ultimately lost the battle, much to his dismay before he cleaned up the table and took out a bigger gun.
“Are you joking?” Letty glared, “You’re so annoying.”
“What?” he blinked at her innocently, “I need to clean this one too.”
She was cleaning the dishes and looked over as Coco started disassembling it. She giggled, “Coco…”
He met her eyes and smirked, “Can’t have this one fucking up on me. Could be real bad, ma.”
Letty groaned, “I’m gonna be single forever.”
A knock sounded and Letty ran to answer the door. She brought in a young man, a little taller than her with curly brown hair and a nervous smile.
“Robert, this is my dad Coco,” she sighed, “Please ignore what he’s doing.”
Coco stood up, quietly studying the younger man with narrowed eyes. Robert’s hand was out between them and she saw a slight tremble. She knew Coco was eating that shit up inside.
“Nice to meet you, sir,” his voice trembled too but he tried to mask it.
“Robert,” he arched an eyebrow, “Where do you think you’re taking my kid?”
“We’re going to the movies,” he couldn’t stop glancing at the gun on the table, Coco’s knife next to it, “On uh…in the plaza,” he looked at Letty, “And dinner at the diner across the street. A lot of us.”
Coco walked around the table, sizing him up, “What do you know about me, Robert?” his voice took on a menacing edge.
The younger man’s eyes widened and he looked around for help. Letty was by his side, glaring at her father. He looked at the tattooed woman in the kitchen, who was silently watching Coco with a soft, amused smile.
“I know you’re uh…you’re in the Mayans,” he blurted out when Coco took another step toward him, “And…and you’re protective over Letty. I won’t let anything happen to her. I swear.”
“Oh I know you won’t,” Coco picked up his knife without looking, but Robert’s wide eyes didn’t miss it, “You know why?”
“I actually hate you,” Letty hissed at him.
“Why?” Robert swallowed harshly.
Coco’s lips stretched into a sinister smile, “Whatever happens to her,” he nodded at Letty, “Happens to you,” he pointed at Robert with the knife, “Entiendes?”
The younger man nodded quickly, his curls bouncing with the movement. Letty scoffed, “Okay, that was fun, let’s go,” she grabbed her purse and led him toward the door, “I’m not mortified at all.”
“Home by 10,” Coco called.
“Fuck off!” Letty called back as she dragged Robert down the driveway.
Unable to stop himself, Coco stood in the doorway with his knife, still glaring Robert down until he left. Coco grinned after closing the door, turning to lock eyes with his woman.
“Enjoy yourself?” she teased as he set his knife on the table.
“I got to threaten some kid and embarrass ours,” he wrapped his arms around her waist, “Of course I did.”
Her face softened, “Ours?” she whispered as she ran her hands up his arms gently.
He nodded, “Ours,” he mumbled before kissing her softly, “You’re not getting away from me again, corazón.”
A/N: this is based on an uber ride I had where the driver got two calls within the 20 minute ride, and since his phone was connected via car-play or whatever I saw the contacts on the screen. One from “Reina” one from “Mi Corazon” and I was like whoa…so after talking I’m a group chat with some friends I decided to post a positive take on this with Coco cause the idea made me laugh. (Also sorry it’s been ages since I’ve posted again…My Nana has been sick/in the hospital so I’ve been focusing on that)
“So what did you do to piss off your old lady, Mano?” Gilly asked as he plopped down in the chair next to his friend at a table in the clubhouse.
Angel walked over hearing the question. “(Name’s) pissed at Coco? What the hell did you do?” He sat in the other chair.
“I didn't do shit. That’s the thing!” Coco exclaimed.
“You had to do something,” Angel said, “That woman is all about you, for her to be so pissed off you’re hiding here…what the fuck is up?”
Coco sighed and shook his head. Deciding to explain the argument that had happened earlier that day…
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“Hey baby, can I use your phone to call mine, I can’t find it,” (Name) asked, walking into the living room.
Coco was admittedly distracted by the Soccer game he was watching on TV that he just handed her his phone. Not that it would matter much he had nothing to hide…at least from her.
“Thanks,” she said with a smile.
“No problem, Ma,” Coco said.
Unaware of the storm that was coming his way.
It was only a minute later when the TV was unceremoniously blocked by his girlfriend looking at him with eyes full of fire. He looked at her confused. She never looked at him like that.
“What?” He asked.
“What is my name in your phone?” She asked.
“What?” Coco asked again, confusion lacing his voice.
“Johnny, what is my name in your phone?!” She demanded.
“Reina, you know that,” he said.
“Right, then who the fuck is in here under Mi Corazon, Johnny?” She asked crossing her arms over her chest.
Realization dawned on the Mayan’s face, “Wait, wait…Ma, it’s not what it looks like.” He began to stammer.
“Oh really? What is it then, cause to me it looks like you’re fucking around on me!” She snapped, covering her hurt with anger, but Coco could see it.
He never planned for her finding that other name in his phone.
“(Name), you’re Mi Corazon,” he tried to explain, “It’s nobody else but you! There’s not another woman in my phone!”
“Bullshit, I know what I saw, you have my number in there under Reina, since we got together, but now there’s another woman you were talking to this morning under Mi Corazon!”
Coco cursed, he didn’t know how to explain it without sounding like a jackass. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you, I only talked to you this morning.” He said, doing his best to not raise his voice.
“Yeah, and someone else, obviously!” (Name) was not going to put up with anyone stepping out on her.
But Coco knew he wasn’t, he wouldn’t do that to her. She should know that. But…he also knew what this had to look like. He should have told her when he first put that contact in his phone. Now it almost felt like there was no explaining it.
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you! It’s you! It’s your work number!” Coco said, his voice just barely elevated, hoping for her to finally listen to him.
“Oh bullshit!” (Name) glared.
“I’m serious!” Coco exclaimed, “When you got that dumb work phone I was on a run across the border, remember?” He explained, “So I just added it as a new contact cause I didn’t have to think more. I was just gonna fix it later…but it made sense to me to keep different…”
Coco wasn’t usually this calm in arguments. But he knew he was right. And he also knew how (Name) could get down on herself. He’d been trying to be a better man for her. But it was hard when he was being accused of something he would never do to her. Never in a million years.
And she had to know that. He would swear she did.
But having two different contacts for the same woman did sound silly.
“What on earth?” She exclaimed, “How on earth does that make any sense?! Is this some kind of joke?”
Coco rubbed the back of his neck. How the fuck was he supposed to explain this. He knew why it worked in his mind.
“It’s not a joke, check the number for it, Mi Corazon,” he said.
She opened the phone again, knowing his password by heart. Another reason he knew she shouldn’t doubt him. He wasn’t hiding shit from his woman. He wanted her to know that.
“Don’t call me that right now!” She grumbled as she scrolled through his contacts, muttering to herself.
Realization dawned on her as she recognized the number under the contact ‘Mi Corazon’ as her work cellphone. The one the clinic just gave everyone to be used at work while personal phones were in their lockers. She gave Coco the number as soon as she could just in case he needed to reach her while she was on the clock.
Emergencies happens.
She looked at him unamused. “Why on earth wouldn’t you just add this to my usual contact?!” She asked.
“I was going to…but like…you got in trouble that one time when your coworker overheard me telling you just what I planned to do to you when you got home…” he explained and she nodded, “I don’t talk like that when you call me from the work number, right?”
“No…” she began.
“That’s why! Cause when I see Mi Corazon, I know it’s your work phone and I shouldn’t talk dirty,” He said, watching the realization hit her, “If it was all under Reina I wouldn’t think to check what phone number it is and just talk like usual…”
(Name) took a deep breath, “Why didn’t you tell me right away?!” She asked, feeling both embarrassed and still irritated, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
“I forgot when I got back, and then it just kinda…I got used to it…” he said, reaching out for her, trying to comfort her, grinning softly.
(Name) pulled away from him and shook her head, "This isn't funny Johnny…” she said and walked off, trying to work out how she was feeling.
—
“She left before I got up today and didn’t even text me all morning…” Coco sighed, “I mean it made sense to me…honestly if she wasn’t so pissed off it’s kinda funny…”
“Dude…you’re a fucking dumbass” Gilly laughed, “You gotta tell a woman that shit…no wonder she thought you were fooling around on her.”
Angel agreed, shaking his head and chuckling. Coco groaned. He knew that Gilly was right. But still, it made sense to him to do it.
Before he could say anything else both Gilly and Angel got up and walked off. He looked at them confused before he heard a voice he was almost afraid he never would hear again.
“Johnny, can we talk?” (Name) asked.
Coco stood up quickly and nodded. Leading her out to the front porch of the Mayans Clubhouse. He didn’t want an audience if she was gonna dump him.
“Querida, I…” he began, only for her to cut him off.
“I’m sorry Johnny, I do believe you wouldn’t cheat…but that scared me, you have to understand that, another name in your phone…a pet name…fuck Johnny…I was going to leave you last night…cause I won’t be treated that way… you know that…” she explained.
“No, mi amor, this is on me, I should have told you…I don’t blame you for thinking that…” he said and reached for her, relieved she let him hold her again.
He didn’t realize how scared he would be of losing her. He hugged her tightly.
“Tell me when you do something like this next time, babe,” she mumbled.
“Of course, Mi Corazon,” he murmured and kissed the side of her head.
She pinched his side making him cry out and laugh, "Careful with that pet name for a while, Johnny,” she teased.
Coco just laughed and nodded, hugging her tighter. He knew they would laugh about this one day. Maybe that day would come sooner than he expected.
You and Coco are broken up but you have regrets that get stronger when you have a little girls night with Letty at his place.
TW: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, CNC elements, drugging- self induced, Somnophilia
Word Count +2k
You sighed as you collapsed on your ex’s couch. The slam of the door echoing in the silence. Your heart ached and you tried your best to stall the tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks. Granted you had broken up with Coco a few months ago due to pressure from your family. You had wanted to tell him it had been a mistake but he had seen you on a date a couple nights ago and caused a scene. Which in hindsight you should have told Letty this was a bad idea to still have girls night at his house.
“I’m sorry. Didn’t think he’d be that big of an ass” stated Letty quietly as she sat next to you, eyes full of worry and a frown on her face. All she had wanted was to get you two back together and she feared she had ruined the chance especially after how poorly he had done when she had told him where you would be on your date earlier in the week. He had come home angrier than she had ever seen him. Punched a hole in his door then cried himself to sleep. The next morning he repaired the door and acted like nothing had happened.
“It’s okay. He’s hurt” you soothed as you pulled her in for a hug. “Under that hard ass exterior is just a guy who bleeds easy”. Letty nodded as she hugged you back. The two of you sat in silence for a bit until the doorbell rang.
“That should be the pizza.” Stated Letty as she got up and grabbed the couch Coco had thrown from the table and floor. “I’ll get it if you wanna get changed?”
You nodded as you pushed yourself off the couch. Grabbing your overnight bag from the floor and moving to the hall where the bedroom and bathroom were. Your lip trembled as a tear slipped down as you stood outside Cocos room. Normally you would change there….well normally you wouldn’t have an overnight bag to be honest. He had cleared out drawers for you, space in his closet, bathroom. He had opened up more than just his bed to you. The scent of him lingered and wrapped around you comfortingly as you took a step inside before quickly stepping back out and going into the bathroom across the hall.
You quickly changed into a tank top and a pair of shorts. Glancing in the mirror you frowned at your puffy and tear soaked face. Turning on the water you washed your face, giving yourself a few minutes to calm down. You still loved Coco and wanted nothing more than to erase what you had done. Your family had been wrong saying he wasn’t good enough, that he would hurt you in the end. You had wanted to tell him that when you got here but he had been so upset at the sight of you that he had stormed out after an argument with letty.
Mayans Clubhouse
Coco sat in a dim corner of the clubhouse. Fingers tapping on the weathered table as he sipped his beer. His eyes focused on nothing as his mind ran through the last week. He sighed as he pulled his phone from his pocket and pulled up Lettys number. Quickly he shot her a text apologizing for being an ass. Shit was just too fresh for him to sit and eat with you and watch a movie. After hitting send his thumbs moved and scrolled to your contact information. He sat for a few minutes before sending a simple text- my bad- before he pocketed his phone and went back to his beer. His mind back on you and how much he needed you back. After his behavior this week though he doubted he had a chance. Tossing the rest of his beer into the trash he made his way out of the clubhouse and too his bike. A drive would help clear his mind before he headed home.
Coco’s House
Letty yawned and stood up stretching as she did so as the end credits on the movie you two had been watching rolled. “I’m heading to be, You staying up?” she inquired as she looked over to you.
“Yeah. Gonna play a game on my phone for a bit. Sleeping has been difficult lately” you replied with a smile before she nodded and cut the tv off before heading down the hall to her room. Standing up you cleaned the last bit of trash from dinner from the coffee table. Loading the dishwasher you started it before grabbing a glass of water. Grabbing your phone you scrolled for a bit before quietly getting up and making your way down the hall to Coco’s room. Quietly you turned the light on and shut the door behind you. Swallowing hard you made your way around the space you used to hold, fingers drifting over his clothes in the closet, bringing them to your nose and inhaling the safe scent of your ex.
Sitting on his side of the bed your eyes landed on his nightstand. Your hand moving to the side and the hidden door opening. Your eyes skimmed over the contents. Various polaroid’s of you and him during playtime. Flash drives that you knew held hours and hours of videos. Toys, the contract you two had made up and the special chocolates he made for when you wanted to wake up and not remember him having used you. You sighed as your hands rummaged into the bag and pulled out two of the chocolates before shutting the cabinet door back. Standing up you unwrapped and popped one of the chocolates in your mouth figuring at least they would help you sleep.
Quietly you made your way back out to the couch. Feeling the warmth of the laced chocolate course through you. Grabbing your phone off the table you scrolled to Cocos contact and sent him a message. –Hey….could we talk tomorrow….clear the air?- You watched as the text bubbles popped up showing he was typing.
-Yeah-
You frowned as you opened up and ate the second chocolate. At least he was agreeing even if he didn’t say anything further you thought.
Later
It was quiet when Coco walked through the door. Hanging up his kutte as he slipped his boots off before making his way to his room. His eyes caught your sleeping form on the couch, curled up. His face softened some as he moved to grab a blanket from the stand you had got him when you first moved in. As he moved to drape the blanket over you his eyes caught sight of the wrappers on the coffee table. His heart raced as he realized they were the special ones. He swallowed hard as he considered his options even as his jeans felt tight as his cock hardened.
You two weren’t together anymore but the contract you two had made up had a section that explicitly stated no matter the relationship status if you ate the chocolates in his house you were fair game. Carefully he slipped a hand into your shorts closing his eyes as his fingertips hit wetness before he withdrew them. Fuck it he thought as he tossed the blanket to the back of the couch before lifting you up in his arms. You murmured but didn’t wake as he carried you to his room.
Once inside he tossed you too his bed before leaving and making his way down to Lettys room and pulling her door shut. Making his way back into his room he shut the door and flipped the latch before yanking his shirt off. Moving to the bed he grabbed your ankles and jerked you down so your ass was at the edge of the bed before grabbing the knife on his belt and cutting your shorts and panties off. Dropping to his knees he tossed your legs over his shoulders and inhaled your sweet scent before kissing and nipping at your inner thighs making you whimper in your sleep. He grinned against your skin as he nipped his way up your right thigh, tongue tracing the heart and arrow tattoo with his initials before reaching your hot wet center. Flattening his tongue he licked a strip all the way up to your clit before wrapping his mouth around the delicate bud and sucking as he used two fingers to pump into you slowly. Your let out a low moan as your soft walls clamped around him, a gush of fluid filling his mouth as he continued his worship of your body with his mouth and hands. Your whimpers and whines filling the room as he lost himself in you.
Finally he couldn’t take the throbbing of his cock any longer and he pulled himself from you as he worked his jeans and boxers off. Grabbing his cock he moaned as he pumped it a few times as he looked over your splayed body and glistening pussy. His thumb spreading precum across the head as he took a moment to consider looking for a condom. The two of you had stopped using them long ago since you were on the pill and he truthfully hadn’t been with anyone since you two broke up so he had not restocked.
Fuck it he thought as he got on the bed on top of you. His cock sliding through your wet folds as he kissed and sucked at your neck. He had always wanted to be a dad again anyway. If you were dumb enough to eat the chocolates you probably were off the pill. What happens happens he figured. Even if you didn’t get back together maybe you would be tied to him if you got pregnant tonight. Sitting up he grabbed his cock and lined up with your center before slowly thrusting forward. He bit his lip as he groaned, his eyes locked on where your bodies met. Your tight pussy slowly taking even thick, hard inch of him. Once he was settled deep inside he closed his eyes as he felt your flutter and clench around him. Placing his hands on your knees to keep you spread wide he started slowly thrusting in and out of you trying to draw this out as long as possible. Until finally he had his hands wrapped around your throat as he fucked you hard into his mattress, his cock shooting thick ropes of cum into your womb as you moaned and you’re back arched in your sleep. Panting he collapsed on top of you as his cock continued to twitch inside of you.
Next Morning
You blinked against the bright light filtering into the room. Head heavy and foggy as you tried to recall anything after the movie with Letty. She had went to bed and you had not been tired so had stayed up and had some of Cocos stash of candy.
With a start you bolted up. Eyes wide as you realized you were in his room, his bed and naked. Marks littered your skin and you could feel stickiness between your thighs. Surely not you thought as you swallowed hard as tears pricked at your lash line. Before you could do anything else the door flew open and your eyes met Cocos.
"Aye I need you to get dressed and beat it Mami. Me and the kid are going out for father daughter bonding" he stated as he looked you over with a grin.
"Why" you started as tears slipped down your cheeks.
Coco cut you off before you could say anything else." You knew the rules with those chocolates babe. If you didn't want it then you wouldn't have had them. Just cause you dumped me doesn't mean those rules don't exist anymore" he stated firmly though his eyes softened as the tears slipped down.
“I know…but im not on the pill” you stated quietly as you watched him move to the bed before wiping your tears away with his thumb.
Coco sighed as he wiped away your tears before moving to his dresser and grabbing his wallet. “Look we can do this a couple of ways.” He stated as he fished some cash out and held it up. “You can take this cash and go to the pharmacy and get Plan B and we never talk about this again, you can leave and what happens happens or you can stay get yourself cleaned up and go to the store and have dinner for me and the kid done when we get home so we can forget this silly little breakup.” He finished as he watched you closely.
You swallowed hard as you thought over his words. You had wanted to get back together yes….but was this how you wanted it to be. “I want to stay, I love you Coco” you stated after a few minutes before getting up and moving to him.
“Love you too” murmured Coco as he pulled you in for a kiss before pulling away. “Get back on the bed and ass up for me real quick.” He stated as his hands moved to work his belt and jeans down. You nodded eagerly as you did what was asked.
“Keep quiet” he stated before notching his head at your entrance before slamming into you. You bit down into the sheets as he fucked you hard and fast before cumming in you. With a slap to your ass he pulled out and yanked his pants back up as you heard Letty call for him.
“Things are gonna be a bit different around here love. You only get to leave on your own once” stated Coco before he made his way out the door as you lay on his bed with his cum dripping down your thighs.
both of your girlfriends are very affectionate people, but both of them have their own way of showing that affection!
velvet is very sweet, always praising and complimenting you, yet blushing whenever you reciprocate. she's shy about physical affection, yet loves to be close to you whenever she can!
coco is much more confident than velvet, constantly teasing you and having her hands all over you. she's complimenting you even more than velvet, but always manages to sound like she's teasing you while doing so
funnily enough, you get to see coco's softer side more when it comes to velvet! she's very protective of her and always makes sure you treat velvet well!
velvet does want to be protective of you in battle, but neither you or coco let her! both of you want to keep her safe, despite knowing she can defend herself! but she's been hurt in the past and you never want that to happen again…
there's absolutely no jealousy in your relationship between the two girls! they were friends before they started dating you and that friendship is a strong foundation! they know they can always communicate through their problems!
your two biggest supporters are yatsuhashi and fox, who were a bit wary of you at first, but once you won them over, they happily accepted you dating their two teammates and friends!
Author's Notes: I'm like 15 years late but where is the Toriko fandom at??? Make some noise!!!
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"It's 6 am, Coco."
He chuckled. "Ah, I see. Again, my apologies. May I come in?"
"If it's any consolation." He reached under his cloak, revealing what looked to be a stack of bento boxes tied up in a beautifully patterned cloth. "I brought us breakfast."
You tossed and turned in bed, the unpredictably strong wind sending your curtains billowing open at your window.
After a few minutes, the wind subsided and you breathed a sigh of relief.
You turned onto your back, relaxing into your warm cocoon of darkness before being disturbed by the caw of a nearby bird.
Maybe I should close it...? No matter. Nothing is getting me out of this bed. It'll probably fly away in a few minutes anyway.
It cawed again, louder this time.
Stubborn yet, you refused to budge, instead, pulling a pillow over your head.
Suddenly you heard a caw clear as the day was bright, right outside your window and you huffed, kicking your blankets off.
"What the fuck." You muttered as you stomped across your room.
Indignation coursing through your veins, you ripped open your curtains, only to be greeted by Kiss with Coco upon his back.
"Coco?" You squinted, just barely able to make him out.
"Y/N." Coco smiled. "I wanted to stop by and see if you were home. My apologies, I hope I didn't wake you."
You glanced over at the alarm clock sitting longingly at your bedside table.
"It's 6 am, Coco."
He chuckled. "Ah, I see. Again, my apologies. May I come in?"
"If it's any consolation." He reached under his cloak, revealing what looked to be a stack of bento boxes tied up in a beautifully patterned cloth. "I brought us breakfast."
As much as you wanted to maintain your stern scold, your frown chiseled into a smile.
"Come in."
You sat back in bed, pulling your blanket over you, tucking your legs in as Coco sat at your side.
"Breakfast in bed, today?" He smiled, setting the boxes on your nightstand.
"Mhm." You replied, sleep still heavy in your voice.
"I came all this way to visit you because I discovered a new ingredient I thought you might enjoy."
"Mhm?" You replied, wholly disinterested, nuzzling your pillow.
"Yes." He chuckled. "It was difficult to get my hands on as it only grows for one week of the whole year. But--" He glanced over to see you breathing evenly, eyes shut, snoring quietly. "Maybe I should wake you up a bit more."
He tugged the blanket down your shoulder to which you quietly protested, before pressing his lips against your bare skin.
"Would you like that?" He kissed into your neck and you crooned. "A quickie before breakfast?" He kissed along your jaw now making you giggle softly. "Just to help wake you up?"
"How quick?" You finally relented, drawing a triumphant smile from him.
"5 minutes." He replied.
"Oh?" You smiled, turning onto your back, parting your legs to take him. "Are you out to beat your record?" "I am my greatest competitor, after all." He smiled, tugging your blanket free from your body, his hands smoothing up the backs your bare thighs.
You tilted your head, staring lovingly into his eyes as he kissed down your stomach and atop your mound.
"Even if I lose, you win."
"I like those odds." You chuckled.
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You and Coco have another fight. This time over household chores.
Readers 18+ Only
Warnings: Language, tiny mention of sex. Mostly fluff though.
“I can’t believe this man.” You mutter under your breath as you hover over the sink, scrubbing the grease stained pan. Coco, who’s been lounging on the couch as usual just scrolling on his phone like he hasn’t noticed you cleaning. He tears his eye away from his screen just long enough to give you a that look. The look, you know that look, you hate that look. So you give him the look right back.
He sighs. “What?”
“Nothing.” You go back to scrubbing, he goes back to scrolling.
“Nothing, she says.” Coco tells his phone. “Nothing.”
The frustration builds as you wipe down the counter. You’ve been trying to keep calm but it’s hard with the tension that’s been building all week. “Sitting there acting like he don’t fuckin see me. He sees me.”
“What the fuck [y/n]?” Coco shouts.
“Nothing!” You yell back at him. “Just that I’m doing the dishes. Again. And you can’t even offer to help with the dishes. You can't dry them or wipe down the freaking counter? Nothing. You can’t help just a little bit?”
Coco runs a hand over his face. “I’m tired, [y/n], I had a long fuckin’ day.”
“Oh and you think I didn’t. You think I just sit on my ass all day watching tv and eating bon bons? No. I worked all fuckin day too, my back hurts, my feet hurt, I'm exhausted, but do am I sitting there scrolling on my phone. No, I come home running on fumes. I don’t get to just sit down and ignore everything. No, I gotta cook, gotta do this dishes ‘cause if I don’t they’ll just pile up into Mount Dishmore.”
“I’m not ignoring anything [y/n]. I’ll get to it when I do. You ain’t gotta act like I’m a fuckin’ kid.”
“I’m not treating you like a kid, Coco, but this isn’t the first time you’ve done this, you don’t get to ignore things just because you’re tired. We’re suppose to be in this together.”
Coco stands up, his posture tense.
“So what, you saying I ain’t working hard enough, like ain’t doing sit around here. I work m ass of with the club, the scrapyard to pay the bills round here, to fuckin’ take care of you. I fix your shit ass car when it breaks down nearly every goddamn week, make sure it’s got gas in the tank, your tires ain’t flat, and I check your fuckin oil ‘cause fuck knows you fuckin’ forget to and then who you call when your ass is stranded, me. That’s me. And when shit breaks around here who fixes it? You? Nah. Me. And you can’t do the dishes without bitching at me.”
You stare at him, tears forming in your eyes. You can’t help it, This whole week work has been stressing you out, boiling down to this moment.
Coco stands there watching you. His chest rising and falling.“Yeah, you ain’t got nothing to day no more do you.” His voice lower. Softer but that’s usually worse than when he’s shouting.
He’s got you there, you’ve got nothing to say to that. So instead you retreat to the bedroom. You’re sitting in bed letting the weight of your argument sink in. Had you really been fair to Coco. Your shitty job and your shitty boss had you stressed out lately and now you wonder how much of that frustration you’d thrown at Coco. The worst part is that you were actually feeling like he didn’t care but his not so gentle reminder of all the things he does for you without ever complaining about it made you feel even worse.
An hour later, he’s there, standing in the doorway to your bedroom. he looks terrible. Guilt all over his face, and it’s your fault he feels that way.
He hesitates, then sits on the edge of the bed, staring at his hands. There’s silence for a long moment before he finally speaks. “I don’t know why you’re still here, [y/n]. I’m not cut out for this. I’m a shit boyfriend.”
“What?” You’ve been frustrated with him, plenty of times but never once had you doubted your love for him.
“I told you from the beginning I was gonna fuck this up. That’s why I kept pushing you away. You deserve someone better than me.”
You scoot down closer, reaching for him. “Coco...”
“We’ve been fighting, a lot lately. A lot. I’m not… this isn’t working [y/n]. I don’t know how to do this shit right.”
That’s when you lean in and wrap your arms around him, holding him tight, “Coco, it’s normal. Couples fight.”
He scoffs, looks away but you reach down for his hand and give it a squeeze, making him look back at you. “We’re two different people with different sets of views and ideas. We’re gonna fight, and that’s okay.”
You tilt her head to him searching his eyes, “what matters is we work through them together, that we talk and we don’t give up on each other.”
He swallows hard because he was not expecting this. He was expecting you to be tired of him, to be thinking of leaving him, not this, not reassuring him that your fights don’t mean the end, that they mean you care.
“I just feel like I’m not making you happy, like I’m failing as a boyfriend. I don’t know how to be a good boyfriend.”
“Coco, have you been cheating on me?”
His eyes widen.“No!”
“Have you ever hit me?”
His whole body tenses and he looks almost horrified. “Fuck no, never. I’d never put my hands on you.”
“Have you ever disrespected me?”
“No.”
“Uh huh, have you treated me well? Do you take care of me, checking my tires, gas, oil.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you remember my birthday and every single day that’s special to me? To us?”
“Yeah of course I do.”
“When I got that scratchy throat and sniffles and I lost my shit ‘cause I thought I caught the covid, but it turned out to be just allergies, who calmed me down?”
“I did.”
“And when I didn’t want to kiss you because I didn’t want to take any chances and give it to you, when I wanted to self quarantine in the shed, what did you say?”
“I said fuck that shit, if you got covid then we got covid and we’ll quarantine together in the bedroom with you on my dick.”
“Do you love me?”
“Yeah, I love you.”
“So tell me again how you’re a shitty boyfriend.”
Coco sits quietly on the bed. You don’t say anything, just give him a few moments to process your words and you can see it in his eyes, the moment it clicks, when he finally realizes that what he had feared all this time, not being able to be the man you need, he has been all this time.
“And there’s no one in the world I’d rather fight with than you.”
He gives you that crooked smile you love so much. “You’re crazy?”
“Maybe. But you know the what I love about our fights?” You scoot onto his lap. His hands instinctively wrap around your waist.
“What’s that?”
“The makeup sex afterwards.”
“Mmm. Yeah.” Coco pulls you in closer to him. “You like that make up sex huh.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Why don’t you show me how much you like it.”
Your lips are on him before he has a chance to get his on you. You trail kisses along his neck until you get to his favorite spot. You linger there, gently nibbling and suckling when he bucks up against you, you whisper into his ear. “Tonight’s all about you, baby.”
You slide off his body pulling his shorts down with you. You kneel before him, take all of him in your mouth and you show him just how much you love it.
Plot twist I'm asking for the Bochum Engines this time. (Just for some variety) The first time racing with them, as their S/O on top of that. The world finds out that coach/truck/ freight reader is dating a champion racer on their first race together.
(As always you don't have to do all of them)
😘❤️❤️❣️
You know what? It might be a lot, but just because I haven’t done anything like the internationals yet I’m still doing all of them. Call me stupid, but I feel like it.
This took so long and I’m very sorry. I’ve been going through a lot lately and even though I love Stex I’ve also fallen a bit out of the fandom, but I’ll most likely still accept requests. They will remain closed for now. I did see a show in London lately and it reignited the feeling to get back to writing so yaaaay :] it was amazing and shout out to my friend for getting me a ticket and being so amazingly sweet for it <3
Also I was fighting demons to try and make all of these somewhat different from one another-
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Coco
This is one of the proudest women in the fucking world. So the fact that you’re behind her makes her even more insufferable in that regard. To the others that is, she cannot stop bragging- That’s just a plus for you though
She has no doubt in her mind that she’ll win together with you. You’re perfect for her after all so there is no way that you will slow her down in any way. You two will win together and you will celebrate with each other’s company in the end
This might be the first time riding with you, but the two of you know each other so well by now that she knows, not thinks, knows that it will go perfectly.
Then you have the others finding out about you being Coco’s S/O. They’re actually shocked, what do you mean Coco has a partner? And one she debuts during a race?!...
Actually that’s very in character for her and the moment the others realize this, they all just kind of. Deadpan? I think that’s the best way of saying it. They do congratulate you and her for being together.
The only one who has a problem with it is Bobo. Because how dare his sister not tell him that she has a partner?! He’ll act super obnoxious and dramatic about this fact. Coco just tells you to ignore him.
In the end Coco is just proud of you for being behind her and supporting her like that. She’s so immensely happy that she could show you off like that. Especially because she knows her partner will be the spotlight in every single room.
No, you cannot convince her otherwise. Don’t even try, she might just show you off anymore. Or do if you like being paraded around and the attention you’ll get.
Bobo
“FINALLY!” Yeah no he’s been waiting for a long time for the next race or in general the fact he could race with you behind him. He absolutely loves the fact he can show you off and is literally no better than Coco, even though he’d like to try and deny it often.
He’s making sure everything is absolutely perfect for this and the moment the announcement comes in calling out your and Bobo’s names, he takes all the applause and points at you to get the audience to clap for you as well.
Nobody is surprised that Bobo has a S/O because he literally will not shut the fuck up about you. He absolutely loves talking about you, showing you off, reminding everyone you exist that the moment he shows you off it’s kind of a long time coming.
Coco just greets you after the race, as she’s seen you before and has to hear Bobo constantly talk about you. Please save her, she’s sick and tired. She wishes to talk about literally anything else, even though you’re wonderful.
Either way he’s honestly at his best when you’re behind him, easily swerving and going through the motions of the race. Before you know it, it’s the end of the race and the two of you did amazing as expected.
He will shower you in attention afterwards and is just so happy that you would race with him. Careful though if you’re not much of a racer, he’ll just kind of look at you with batting eyelashes until you’re ready to do it again as he loves racing with you.
Bobo would never push you into doing what you don’t want to do, but he is a bit of a whiny baby about it, trust me.
Espresso
Will absolutely attack you in kisses the moment you want to race together with him. Oh he would be so incredibly happy and honored and he could just eat you, you’re so cute.
You’d think he’d not be able to be more extravagant with his acts of love and such things like that, and yet here he is making himself shine even more than he usually does, just to look perfect for you when he races with you
Please ask him to do your makeup for the race, trust me he’ll love it so much. He’ll make sure to put extra details in there to make you so beautiful that you’ll definitely take the breath of the audience away.
At this point the competition needs sunglasses with how shiny and bright the two of you are. Which honestly would work in your favor so don’t change anything no matter what anyone says.
I will say that I feel Electra in the background would be so offended that you two are more shiny than his LEDs and like that’s funny so continue to rub it in, it’ll be funny.
With Espresso people finding out about the relationship is the same exact thing as with Bobo: Nobody is surprised. Like at all. He constantly gushes about your beauty and your shared interests and how cute you are when talking about interests he doesn’t understand for a moment.
Doesn’t stop him from continuing to show you off, his talks about you now finally being able to be viewed by every and all trains in the yard as well as the audience. He’s so proud to call you his and he’ll continue to show it off.
Ruhrgold
Super honored, but does give you a bit of a warning with how dangerous it is to race. Especially after last year when he almost was thrown off the railing by Greaseball and absolutely beaten, he’s very hesitant to let his S/O do anything honestly.
After a lot of convincing and ensuring that you’ll be okay, he does agree in the end. He does love the idea of having you behind him, it makes his day even. Be prepared to be very protected though, because he won’t let anyone touch you before, during and after the race.
People are actually quite shocked about the fact that Ruhrgold has a partner. Everyone would just be surprised as he does seem the one to be open enough to share he has one, but honestly it would just be things slipping his mind as other things are more important to talk about at that moment or other understandable reasons.
Honestly they’d love to meet you though! I think it’s the only proper introduction you’re going to get in this line up honestly. He introduces you to all the engines, kind of blocking you still in case someone thinks they can snatch you away cough GREASEBALL AND ELECTRA COUGH COUGH.
In the end though he enjoys the race with you. After realizing that you won’t just go down by a little hit he feels a lot better and does his best with you behind him. He’s incredibly proud of you and although he won’t know how to properly say it, he’ll definitely show you how proud he is!
Manga
Very honored that you would want to ride with him. The moment he asked he played it cool, but you could see a spark in his eyes light up as he agreed to race with you.
Will be extremely humble about it and honestly would talk to you about how you would like to be treated during all of this. Would you just like to join him behind him and enjoy the moment like the normal races go? Would you like him to go a bit out of his way to show you off?
The moment the two of you come out, he’ll stick to what you two discussed. He’s polite like that. Although you can practically see him beaming for you to be behind him as the two of you get announced.
I don’t think people are surprised by the fact that he is together with someone. Manga is pretty mysterious and so people don’t know much about his private life, because of this they know to not expect anything, but also not to cross anything off.
Either way everyone is rather nice to you. Outside of the race that is, we all know how crazy the races can get… and do get.
Manga truly enjoys racing together with you and is just happy that you two participated. As long as you two are safe and have fun, that’s all he really cares about. Obviously he’ll do his best, but he won’t throw a tantrum if he loses.
He’s just happy he didn’t crash this time-
Turnov
Honestly a bit unsure, after all if you look at just how crazy and intense the races are, you’d understand why he wouldn’t be too happy to just thrust you into that position. After all, if you're a threat, people will want to get rid of you.
After a bit of back and forth he does eventually cave and let you race behind him. Be warned though, if someone even slightly touches you he’s throwing hands. This man will fight for your honor, do not test him.
Honestly I think people would be surprised to see him together with someone. He isn’t really the person to be showing off, so for him to like let the entire world see his partner behind him in the race? It’s shocking to say the least.
The two of you absolutely kill it in the race. As you two are completely in sync as well as a power couple. You won’t let people get in cheap shots and Turnov would rather crash than let anybody touch you.
In the end he shows you off a bit, proud of you. After that he needs to recharge though, instead of celebrating he’ll grab you and have a night in. Enjoying your company.
He’s really sweet, but rather quiet when it comes to post race stuff. He needs to regain his energy and so he makes sure to just take it easy with you so he can properly celebrate with you.
Brexit
Man’s so happy that he can finally race and he gets to race with you? Double win for him. After all the last time he tried to race he kind of had to drop out so the fact he gets to actually do this now.
Oh how he’ll talk non stop about how he’s super excited to race with you. It’s just so thrilling, the races, with other worthy opponents and with you behind him. He can picture it so clearly already.
The moment the race is on and the two of you get announced I feel most engines are rather shocked at the sight of Brexit together with anyone, but they get over it quickly as they decide to just focus on the race.
Both of you work together rather perfectly and smoothly, but due to the way the race goes you guys don’t particularly win.
Brexit does not really give a shit though, he was just happy to have raced with you. Normally he cares a lot more about winning and yet he can’t seem to give himself a shit when he’s with you.
He celebrates the race with you either way, winning or losing. He’s just happy you’ve had your first race together and can’t be more proud of you and himself. Expect him to spoil you a bit after everything
Electra
It wasn’t a given that you were going to race with them?- Well. Eh. You’re racing with him, I don’t think you have much of a choice with this diva.
She wants to win, but also looks pretty. You’re her partner so you’d work perfectly with them and you’re fucking eye candy come on you’re racing with him, get your ass in gear.
The first time officially racing with them is still something rather special though. So he makes sure to be extra shiny and such to make sure you are completely pampered before the first race you two will go into together.
Not going to lie the components really pamper you as well and it’s almost like you’re going to prom more than going to your first race with Electra, not that you’re complaining though.
The moment you step out together with them the only shock that comes to everyone, is how Electra pulled another component out of his ass- They truly think you’re one of the components at first and that he had you be home for some reason.
Electra is almost offended, but then again the idea of you as his component rings absolutely right in her ears. Either way she didn’t bother with the other engines and is just set on winning.
The race is everything he wants it to be. Both flashy and fast. Electra is absolutely happy with the end of it and decides to immediately pull his entourage behind him together with you to celebrate. He doesn’t even bother with interviews this time, aren’t you a lucky carriage?
Greaseball
Oh you know that he would love for you to be behind him while he races. I feel if you’re the one to ask he’d like practically spit out anything he was drinking and then try to keep it cool.
Either way he’d be like practically waiting for you to race behind him. We all know how much he likes showing off his partners. Especially in something as flashy as the races.
Why didn’t he ask himself? Well he has a pride and reputation to uphold and since he’s seen as the whole heartbreaker he waited for you to ask. As well as he totally didn’t want to accidentally force you- what Greaseball being thoughtful? Unheard of.
Either way he’s happy to finally have you behind him for the race. He’d probably be even more pleased if you end up matching colors with him, oh he’d be almost on his knees. Figuratively of course, can’t have people thinking he’s a simp.
As for people finding out. People are honestly really baffled. Everyone was thinking that he was dating Dinah- Since when? What? Hah? They’re confused to say the least. A shock factor that might help in the race.
Then for Greaseball he’s extremely proud to be showing off as the one behind him in the race. Like look at his amazing partner, they look so amazing and you’re gonna look even better when he wins the race.
After the race he decides to spin you around while picking you up and carry you to a celebration together. The two of you deserved it and nobody will tell him otherwise.
Rusty
He’d be so excited and happy! He’s someone’s first pick? Oh he’s so happy, he lets out a few whistles of happiness and says that he won’t let you down. He’s not about to show that you shouldn’t race with him again, he’s going to show you made the right choice.
He’ll even try to shine himself up as much as he can so you just have a partner you can be proud of being behind. What he doesn’t realize is that you’d love him either way, he doesn’t have to do good in the race for you to enjoy yourself.
When you come out with him I think people would actually be a lot more respectful due to the last race, so they won’t like to harass you for being with a rusty steamer. You can't help to see some side glances and hear some under their breath comments, you don’t pay attention to them though.
Honestly with you behind him I think Rusty kind of crushes the competition, he’s just so set on proving to you he’s good to race behind, as well as so happy that you are behind him. In the end he’s just like “See? Told you that you wouldn’t regret your decision.”
Just hit him with a “I would’ve never regretted it, even if we lost Rusty.” And he’d be all blushy and cute. He’ll definitely celebrate his win with you and doesn’t really care for all the official victory laps and such things like that.
