Soooooo this is a big project but with my plans for next year I cant see the normal mystery bingos coming out easily. That being said cause I know you guys love them so much I have decided to set up a big bingo card for 2027 that you guys can out request in for until July 1st 2026. I will put stories out all 2027 from these requests at my discretion.
See Below for Rules and other info!
Rules are pretty simple
Choose a character below from either SONS or Mayans. Sons- Clay, Chibs, Halfsack,Happy,Jax,Juice,Kozik,Tig,Opie,Ratboy Mayans- Angel, Bishop, Bottles, Creeper, Coco, Manny, Nestor, Gilly, Guero, EZ
Send in a small blurb for your request or say MYSTERY and I will pick something for you!
You can send in as many requests as you want please just send them as separate asks so I can stay organized! You can also mix and match characters!
Please and this is the most important! Include 2027 BINGO in your request so that I know its for this event and not just a normal request!
Questions or concerns? Don't hesitate to reach out!
After a previous failed attempt due to bad health I will be jumping back in with my darker desires event for kinktober.
Exclusively for Sons of Anarchy and Mayans MC characters.
Please choose a prompt ( or two ) from the list below, along with your character ( characters, because why have one when you can have two? 😉)
And let's get creative! 🩶
As always, Anons welcome. 🩶
Characters: Sons of Anarchy.
Jax Teller
Chibs Telford
Tig Trager
Juice Ortiz
Opie Winston
Happy Lowman
Clay Morrow
Mayans MC
Bishop Losa
Angel Reyes
Ez Reyes
Gilly
Bottles
Guero
Manny
Prompt list:
1. “You look so pretty with my hand around your throat”
2. “Do you need reminding who you belong to?”
3. "Did it tell you to stop?”
4. “Shut that pretty little mouth before I shut it for you.”
5. “Look at you, so perfect with my marks all over you.”
6. “Are you gonna start doing as you're told?”
7. “Beg like a good little girl.”
8. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”
9. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
10. “You don't cum unless I say so, kitten.”
11. “Wanna see what happens to little brats? Bend over.”
12. “Keep going, you might learn how to do it properly.”
13. "Keep making those sounds and we'll do this until you learn how to be quiet.”
She was always doing things for him. Keeping him grounded. Spoiling him really.
Any woman who could help him stay on his steady path was special.
He could hardly remember a time without her in it now. Perhaps that was what happened when your life was unfulfilled or no one partner wanted to be there.
He saw her in everything now.
He would be riding down the highway and catch a glimpse of some desert wildflowers. He knew that’s what they were because she loved them. She talked about them. How resilient any plant life in the desert was. The way that she tried to live her life as resilient as a desert wildflower.
He’d be helping out with packing what they had to transport for Galindo and notice a dress in her new color for the month. She always had her nails painted a different color that signified what color she was feeling particularly fond of that month.
Even when he was working in the scrap yard he would see things that made him think of her. She always said that she found the way rust overtook some of the scrap parts oddly beautiful. Sometimes the difference in colors and the contrast was downright artistic.
Sometimes if his brothers weren’t watching he’d snatch a picture of whatever caught his eye in the yard and text it to her. The door of a car that was once painted a shimmering turquoise color, probably annoyingly over the top to see on the road, with the paint scraped away due to the tree the drunk idiot behind the wheel had hit, and the rust the rare rainy day had caused on the exposed metal, some areas more heavily affected than others with the bright Santo Padre sun beating down on it as it sat amongst other coils of scrap metal.
He could see what she meant by artistic.
He never noticed that before.
He felt like he was truly seeing the world for the first time with her. Or maybe he was seeing it again. But he had never seen it with such wonder before...even as a kid.
Maybe it’s because he wasn’t an artist or something like that.
Since he saw that door she had been all he could think about. He felt lucky he wasn’t called out in Templo for his wandering mind.
When he walked out it was like his thoughts had somehow gotten to her from miles away. She was standing there, leaning against the bar, talking politely to EZ, who had the decency to be polite but not let his eyes linger on her chest in the tank top she wore.
When the door to Templo opened her head turned to look for him and when she saw him the smile that bloomed on her face nearly stopped him dead in his tracks. God she was beautiful.
He walked over and she quickly pecked his lips when he reached her, “I had the day off so I baked cookies for everyone,” she said tapping the container she had set on the counter, “They’re my chocolate and caramel chip, your favorite.”
Those words were simple, but the fact that she bothered to remember his favorite cookie from the multitude of different batches she made last Christmas had his heart pounding. He just laughed and leaned in to kiss her, hardly able to keep the smile off his face, even when some of his brothers (Angel and Coco namely) gave him a playfully hard time about how soft she made him.
“Thanks Mama,” He said, when he broke from her lips.
“I love you,” She said simply, “I bake for the people I love.”
He chuckled and nodded, “I love you too.” He wasn’t ashamed of their relationship or being open about caring for her with these guys.
He smiled as she opened the container of cookies for everyone to grab some. She made sure to snag a couple for her and Gilly before they were fully overrun. She smiled at him.
Yeah, she definitely spoiled him sometimes. And he liked it.
For the Mayan men: Riz ° Angel ° EZ ° Gilly ° Guero ° Coco ° Manny
if you thought i forgot about this i PROMISE i didn't. my brain just hasn't been letting me dial in and do this. but we're here now and no one is gonna stop me. not even me.
headcanons under the cut for: R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?)
i feel like Riz isn't the routine or schedule type, really. however i dooo think that every now and then he is definitely scheming and planning ahead of time. especially those times when he's away from home for a long time. once he's gone for more than a couple of days, he is already planning out exactly what he's going to do when he gets home. and depending on how long he's gone for and how needy he's feeling, sometimes he'll call you and tell you every single thing he's thinking so you can think about it until he gets home, the same way he's thinking about it until he gets home. 😏
does Angel Ignacio Reyes have a routine for picking up women???? abso-fucking-lutely 😂 let's be real with a face like that it's not as though it takes much most of the time for him to pick up a one-night stand, but he's had years of practice playing the field that he has it nearly down to a science. that being said, when his usual tricks don't work it almost makes him more interested. he's a simple man, he loves a game of cat and mouse even if he doesn't know that he's playing!! i also think that Angel doesn't necessarily have scheduled sex with his partner, but he does have frequent sex with his partner. so like. the same but not the same, you know?? that man doesn't think far enough head 90% of the time to really make any sort of plans, but he has been doing juuuuuuust fine getting by on his spontaneity that there's been no reason to switch it up. plan or no plan, you know right when that man walks through the door what his intentions are 😌
EZ Reyes my beloved. 😌 the way that this guy, just like his big brother, knows exactly what to do and not do to get what he wants. the main difference between the two of them, though, is that EZ is a big ol' tease while Angel is ABOUT IT, about it. EZ will wink and smirk and flirt all goddamn night but will only ever actually close the deal one out of every seven times because he's just infuriating like that. however once he's got a girl it's a whole different story. i also firmly believe that EZ is the type to think that he's lowkey pavlovian conditioning his girl into a lil sexytime routine. the plot twist, though, is that i think he'd end up with someone who would be doing the exact same shit to him and neither of them wanna cop to it 😂 EZ "Scheduled Is A Strong Word" Reyes but we both know that man plans out and overthinks everything so who does he think he's kidding??? no one is complaining! it's still a good time! 😏
GILLYYYYYYY. my 50/50 KING. the way i know this man is thoughtful enough to plan things out ahead of time, but is also always down for a surprise adventure too. under all the dirty jokes and crass humor there is a big ol' mushy heart in there which means he WILL take the time to plan a special evening for the two of you. however he's an MC and Military Man which means he will also fuck you in the bathroom stall if you tempt him without giving it a second thought. and for that reason we love him. 😌 also don't get me started on scheduled sex because lord knows that once that man decides that him and his girl are having kids his calendar is BOOKED👏🏻 AND 👏🏻 BUSY 👏🏻
i think that Guero is another one of those guys who has figured out how to play the game in terms of picking up one-night stands. lord knows that he'd get me in a new york minute with his floppy hair and that smile 😂 i do think that he tends to lean towards the spontaneous. mostly because i think that he never really thinks more than three steps ahead maximum at any given moment. but he gets to do that!! with a face like that he gets to do that. that man is down for anything. and even with how easily he could get a girl swooning over him, i also firmly believe that he will throw away any plans he had for a night or a weekend if the right girl flashes him a wink and a smile. he's as weak as the rest of us for the right person
Coco's only routine when it comes to picking up one night stands is always just to see where the night and conversation takes them. that's it. the only consistent thing is that he's going to be himself and there is no guarantee what that is going to sound like when he's talking to whoever he's trying to pick up that night. that man is spontaneous in that he will chase whatever vibe is speaking to him. even when he tries to plan things ahead of time, with the way that his life hardly ever goes according to plan, things usually end up being spontaneous anyway. but he lives for that! you'll never see that man sweating it. so what if he'd been planning on ending the night at your place but instead its ending in the back seat of your car?? he's sure as hell not gonna complain! 😏
i think that Manny knows beat for beat exactly what to do to get a girl home with him. he's like EZ in that he's got that analytical part of his brain that can pick apart exactly what works and what doesn't. he knows how to drop his voice just a little bit more than usual, let that little smirk curl his lip. show off that slutty little neck tattoo. while i don't think that he's against some in-the-moment decision making, i think that he tends to be more of a planner than not. he will ruminate and think about exactly how he's gonna do everything that he wants to do to you. it's something that he looks forward to, and he's gonna tease you with just enough of an idea to have you looking forward to it too 😌
i appreciate your patience and i'm sending you infinite hugs and kisses through the screen 😘😘😘
A/N: Yes, I know this is getting kinda nerdy, but hear me out here! Now the ones I could actually see playing Dungeons&Dragons are Gilly, Coco, Nestor, EZ and maybe Riz. The other ones are really just for fun, if you'd somehow manage to get them to play. Hope you enjoy!
Bishop: He'd probably play a Fighter. Nothing too 'fancy', good damage dealer and depending on the subclass he would enjoy the maneuvers.
EZ: I think he would like the idea that you can 'study' magic, so he might play a Wizard. Getting deep into old books and scrolls to learn super powerfull spells sounds like something he'd find fun.
Tranq: He's a calm guy but he is absolutely able to do some serious damage, so he'd chose to play a Druid. He would really enjoy the wildshape options.
Riz: Gorgeous hair? Always with the ladies? Obviously he'd play a Bard. And yes, he'd be that kind of player that would try to seduce a dragon just for the fun of it.
Coco: Sneaking around, remaining unseen and maybe steal the occasional rare item would really be fun for Coco, so he'd most likely play a Rogue.
Gilly: Gilly would play a Paladin with the 'Oath of Vengance' subclass. He'd like the idea of punishing the bad guys, even if it does some damage to his own moral compass.
Nestor: He likes to play a Warlock. The whole dark vibe with the pact and the fact that they get their powers from a supernatural patron seems pretty cool to him. If only he got superpowers from working for Miguel
Angel: You don't need to learn all the fancy tactics if you can just rip your enemies to shreds. Angel would enjoy to play a Barbarian because it's a really powerfull class but without too much of a headache.
Taza: Yes he'd play the Cleric to Bishop's Fighter and that's just how he is. He kinda likes the idea that although Clerics are often seen more as a supporting and healing class, they're really good damage dealers later on too.
Sorry. I'm on mobile again to post this, so the Spanish characters are all screwed up. This is a filler chapter, but a fun one. Few tidbits and foreshadowing.
As always- don't steal my shit. It pisses me off.
Warnings: cursing. Me stumbling through the research about service dogs half asleep and hung over. I think that's it.
Once he was certain that Megan was fully asleep, Hank stepped out of bed. He pulled the covers up high so she wouldn't feel the chill as he made his way to the en suite for a warm washcloth. After they were both cleaner, he went over to her dresser and pulled some pajamas out for her and some sweats for himself. He took care, dressing her warmly, before unlocking the bedroom door so that Rex could join them if he felt like it. When he cracked the door, the big dog lifted his head before padding in to his fuzzy dog bed.
Finally, Hank slipped into bed with his love and felt her automatically cuddle close to his body heat. He fell asleep to the comfortable feeling of her steady breathing against his tattoos.
Megan woke slowly to the feeling of her hair being stroked. "Mm... time to get up?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah, Creeper will be here in about 45 minutes. I wanted you to have time to shower before we ride," Hank murmered."We can tie your hair up so it's not wet."
"Mm Kay," she snuggled close to his chest and rubbed her eyes with her fist.
Hank chuckled and kissed her forehead. "You know that means you and I actually have to move, right?"
Megan whined softly and Hank fought not to react. It was a very similar sound to one she had made the night before. "But you're so warm..."
He laughed again and guided her face up to kiss her good morning properly. "I know, mi reina. Lemme go turn on the water for you so the bathroom's warm, too." He patted her hip gently and then slid out of bed, being sure to tuck the blankets close around her.
While he got the shower heating, Megan sat up in bed, drawing Rex's attention.
The big dog padded over for a morning greeting. She stretched and scratched his ears contentedly.
A knock on the door frame of the cracked door drew her attention.
"Morning, Chica- You alright?" Taza asked between yawns.
"Morning, Papa. Yeah, I'm okay. Not really awake."
Her father chuckled. "I figured. Did you get some sleep at least?"
Megan's face heated a bit. "Yeah. Hank got me to sleep."
"Good. Want me to braid your hair for you or are you riding with wet hair?"
"Would you go ahead and braid it, please? Just going to keep my hair dry in the shower."
"Alright, Sweetheart. Turn on the bed so I can reach and you can stay warm. We need to get a heater for in here. It's not normally this chilly in October." Taza gathered her extra hair brush and hair ties. "Warrior braids?"
"Yes, please."
By the time Taza had Megan's hair braided, Hank came out of the steaming bathroom. "Morning, Taza."
"Good morning. I've got coffee on and Creeper should be here soon." He tied off Megan's braids before going over to rummage through the heirloom jewelry box on her vanity. He came back with a set of silver hair sticks that he used to fasten her braids up out of the way of the shower water. "Just pull the sticks and your braids will come down." He kissed the top of her head. "Dress warm, Chica. We'll put on your braid wraps after your shower."
Megan yawned. "Thank you, Papa."
"You're welcome, Chica." She finally peeled herself out of bed and kissed Hank before stumbling into the bathroom for a quick shower.
Hank shook his head and smiled. "I loosened the lids on her skin stuff so she should be good."
Taza laughed. "She's still so groggy. Maybe, this once, you'd better pick out her clothes. Got a text from the Reaper. They say it's going to be chilly up there for the next few days. Might even rain."
Hank nodded and moved to the closet to grab a fuzzy pullover from Megan's wardrobe. He held it out to Taza. "Can you add that to the stuff for in the van? Gives her an extra layer option."
"Sure, Hermano." Taza took the shirt and smiled before leaving the room.
By the time he heard the water turn off, Hank was dressed in a Henley and jeans with his thick socks on. He had a hoody out as well as his rarely used leather jacket for under his kutte. He'd also laid out a layered outfit for Megan.
On the bed was a heavy pair of black jeans, her white sun shirt, a band tee to go over it and a heavy hoody. Her leather jacket was already under her kutte. Just as he pulled a pair of heavy wool socks from her drawer, Megan stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in her robe. She shivered in the cooler air of the bedroom. "C 'mere, Princessa. Let's get you dressed. I laid out some warm clothes you can layer. Your friends up north texted to be sure we knew to dress you warm enough for the ride," he said, opening his arms to pull her close. "That outfit, alright?"
Megan glanced at the bed and nodded before pressing close to take a steadying breath of Hank's scent. "Yeah. I'm nervous."
Hank tilted her face up to meet her eyes. "Why?" He didn't try to reassure her just yet. He knew she had every right to be nervy.
"My first run. And- what if the Kings find something wrong with the plan? It's my plan. If they don't take it- we're fucked."
Hank nodded. "I understand. The Kings know a good deal when they see one. I think they'll jump at this deal. As for your first run- yeah. I get that." He smiled down at her and kissed her lips softly as he rocked gently with her in his arms. "My first run, I was a prospect." He chuckled. "I'd partied the night before a big run and was so hungover I had to stop to hurl twice on the way to the clubhouse."
Megan giggled. "I can't imagine you as a prospect..."
Hank chuckled before helping her to ease out of her robe and begin dressing. "Your papa and tios have a ton of embarrassing stories about my year prospecting. They probably even have some old photos floating around."
"Who was your sponsor?" she asked as he helped ease the long sleeve over her soft cast.
"Your papa. Part of why we've always been so close."
Megan smiled and finished dressing. "I'd love to see those pictures-"
"What pictures?" Taza asked as he slipped into the room with a travel mug of coffee for Megan.
She sat on her vanity stool to pull on her socks as Hank gathered her holsters. He handed her the ankle holster to strap on, followed by her back up gun. "Pictures of Hank as a prospect. He was just telling me about his first run."
Taza laughed. "Oh, he was so hungover. He was practically green." He glanced mischievously at Hank. "Didn't you blow chunks at every stop before Vegas?"
Hank grinned sheepishly. "Yeah. And it wasn't any better when we got there and Bishop immediately made me take a shot of tequila." He threaded Megan's belt with the knife sheath at the small of her back and her small fighting knife tucked at her hip before helping her shrug into her holster. Taza grabbed her thigh bag and passed it to him, too, while Megan fastened her wallet chain and put her phone in the holster.
"He just wanted to celebrate your first run, brother."
"Bullshit. He wanted to drive home a point about parties before business and he did it well." Hank stood back to look Megan over. "I think you're good, mi amore."
"Almost." Taza held up the braid wraps they'd bought on the last trip. "What color?"
Megan looked them over and sipped her coffee. "Green, I think. To match my patch."
"Good choice," her father said as he quickly laced the leather wraps for her. "Creep got your bluetooth in your helmets this morning. And the new comms systems are ready to go on the bikes. The prospect is installing them during Templo."
"That'll make things a lot easier at the front of the pack," Hank noted as he came out of the bathroom after styling his own hair.
"Oh," Megan looked at Hank. "Is my dust scarf still in the saddle bags?"
"Yes, mi reina. And so are your back up sunglasses." He pressed a kiss to her nose making her giggle.
"Alright- Creep and I loaded the bags and blankets. He's got the crock pot and the condiments and tortillas in the van already. All that's left is to head to the clubhouse," Taza said.
In the Kitchen, Creeper was just packing up his micro-tool kit when they came out. "Mornin' Hank, Little Princess. You should be all set." He patted Megan's helmet.
"Thanks, Creep," Megan smiled and hugged him gently.
The road captain grinned. "Nah. Wasn't nothin."
"How's it work?" Hank asked curiously. "Well- you've got an earpiece since you wear a half-shell. It'll automatically be an open channel with the Princessa. If you wanna connect with the group speaker system, you'll press the button on your earbud." Creeper showed him the button. "It's got a clip to clip to your chin strap too so it don't fall out on you."
"And Megan's?" Hank asked.
"Same deal, just hers is wired into her helmet beneath the last padding layer. It doesn't look too different, but you can hear everything each of you says to each other on the bike." He tilted the helmet to show her a button on the hinge of her jaw piece of her helmet. "For connecting to the speakers."
Taza grinned." That's awesome, man."
Creeper smiled. "Wait until I finish with the princess' bike. She'll be the easiest run riding bike in the club."
After coffee refills in travel mugs, Megan loaded Rex into the passenger seat of the van. She pulled on her jacket and kutte and slid on her newly mic'd helmet for the trip to the clubhouse.
They spent the morning planning the route and trip back up to Charming. The suggestion to meet in Vegas had been shot down by the Irish Kings. They didn't want to be that far from their escape route. Instead, Santo Padre would come to them.
"Will we stay in Oakland again?" Megan asked.
"Not this time, Poquito. Your Tio Marcus has asked that Diana and Tessa focus on packing so that they can be ready to move down here as soon as possible," Bishop said as he sipped his coffee.
They'd ended up closing the bar completely so they could spread out to plan the trip while eating. With EZ on guard outside while he worked on the bikes, it was safe enough.The table in front of them had maps, coffee mugs, and dirty plates every where.
"No. We'll overnight in a motel on the way up, but once there, Charming has arranged accommodations on neutral ground," Riz explained. "They have a reservation near them as well and the tribe there have offered their lodge."
Taza nodded,"The Wahiwa are good people. They're allies to Charming, but no more than we are. Neutral enough to be safe."
Bishop nodded again. "We'll meet the Irish on Rez too. Safer for all involved."
"How many kings actually came?" Hank asked.
"Three. Brogan, Patterson, and O'Leary. Apparently they travel only in threes." Bishop chuckled.
Megan grinned a little too. "And what will my part be in this?" she asked. "Will I need to be silent or speak out if I see something?"
"Well, you'll probably have your skills challenged at some point. They'll want assurances you can do the job. And you can always speak out," her tio assured her.
"Will me being a woman cause issues? Should I act meek and mild or carry my rank?" Megan asked.
Hank snorted and drew her against his side. "The Army doesn't give a shit if you're male or female. Just that you can do the job. As for how to act- be you. If they've got a problem with it, they can get in the ring just like everyone else."
"Hank's right, Chica. Don't cow-tow to these Irish pricks. They'll walk all over you if you do," Taza nodded at the big man.
"So- like I was at the meeting with all the clubs before shit hit the fan?" she asked.
"Right. Keep your head high, but the Irish are an affectionate lot by nature. They won't bat an eye to the way we treat you. We'll introduce you by your title first before your rank. That'll make things a lot clearer to them," Riz assured her. Apparently, despite not holding office- these political games were Riz's specialty. He knew more about all the players than the others.
Bishop looked to Angel. "And Adelita? Did she reply to the message you left her?"
Angel nodded and sat forward. "She did." He cleared his throat. "She also agreed to keep the sat phone close for the entire run just in case the Kings want a conversation."
"Then it sounds like we're set. All that's left is to pack the van and check the bikes." Bishop looked around. "Brothers, this is an all hands on deck run, but it's also possibly the most important run of our lives. Don't fuck it up."
They quickly packed up all the maps and things and put the bar back together. Bishop went to give Chucky instructions about the scrapyard while Taza and Hank took Megan to get the back of the van set up as a rest area for her. She was nearly back to full strength, but she hadn't yet built the endurance for these long runs on a bike. They also weren't sure that the vibrations and leaning on the bike wouldn't irritate her healing bones over a long period of time.
They set up the back bench seat with the blankets and pillows they'd brought and stashed water bottles in a cooler for everyone as well as snacks for the ride. Megan also discovered that someone had found a dog bowl with a magnetic bottom and set it up on the steel floor of the van for Rex.
"All good, Little Princess?" Creep asked as he finished packing go bags in the cargo area.
"All good, Creep. Thanks for letting Rex ride along." Megan smiled and petted her dog.
"Course. Me and the pooch get along fine. Besides- where you go, he goes-right?"
"Right."
Hank pressed a kiss to her temple. "C'mon mi amore. Let's check the bike out. I'll show you how to do road checks for when you start riding."
Megan grinned. "Like you and Papa won't be going along right behind me checking and rechecking anyway..."
Creeper snorted a laugh and couldn't help but grin as Megan giggled.
Hank mock glared at his brother. "You stay outta this. She don't need the encouragement to sass me."
Creep threw his hands up in surrender. "Well she ain't wrong either."
Megan laughed again, "And like you won't be right behind them, Creeper."
"And half the club right behind HIM," Taza joked.
They spent the rest of the morning checking over all the bikes to be sure they were at peak performance levels. This was a long ride and the bikes had to be ready to take the wear and tear. They also tried out the new speaker systems on Hank, Taza, and Bishop's bikes. They could now communicate in more than hand signs and head nods while riding.
Bishop grinned and wiped his hands on a rag while he watched Hank guiding Megan through a basic fluids check on his Road King.
Taza joined him in watching with a smile of his own.
"He can't wait for that soft cast to come off so she can learn to ride, can he?" Bishop asked.
"No, he can't. I thought he'd be a wreck over the idea, but apparently he's not." Taza nudged Bishop with his shoulder. "You're waiting for it too. Want her back in the ring."
"You ain't wrong. Poquito and I have a blast during her lessons." Bish propped himself on his bike seat and crossed his arms across his chest. "We really do need to find someone to teach her to use those knives too."
Taza nodded. "Agreed, but have you ever seen her kitchen knife skills? Even left handed? I'm not sure la princessa was as innocent to knife work as we thought."
About then Coco walked past, snorting gleefully. "No shit. Didn't she say she hunted? Bet she could give Filipe a run for his money in a butcher shop."
That made them pause.
"Shit. Coco's right." Bishop smiled. "Another good skill to have..."
Once all the bikes were as perfect as they could make them, Bishop let out a high pitched whistle. "Let's go see Patty for lunch before we roll. We can leave from there."
Megan loaded Rex into the passenger seat of the van and kissed his head. "Be good for Creep."
Creeper ruffled the dogs ears. "We'll be fine, Little Princess. At least he won't complain about my music like Gilly does."
At the diner, Megan watched as those who didn't want to be associated with the club quickly got their food to go. In the meantime, the waitress dress code became much more risque.
The club settled at tables as usual and were swarmed by the wait staff. Megan found herself in a familiar position at the inside of a booth with Hank beside her. Across from her sat Taza and next to him was Bishop.
After ordering from the little blonde Hank put in her place before, Bishop sat back in his seat and looked at Megan. "So, Poquito, how's the panic attacks?"
Megan smiled. "Much better Tio. Haven't had one in a while. Well- an unprovoked one at least."
"Yeah. Galindo causing that one doesn't count. Not having the same trouble when you can't see Hank or Taza?"
She shook her head. "No. I think..." she paused and looked at Taza. "I think, knowing that Palo is dead and he was the last threat from my old life... I think that settled something inside me."
Hank slid an arm around her shoulders and squeezed gently. "She still doesn't like crowds, but she's no worse than Coco."
"And Rex really helps," Megan said, petting him under the table. Patty had allowed him to come in once Taza explained his purpose to her. They were going to look into getting him the training to qualify him as a service dog. He already was task training himself.
"He definatly seems to keep her calmer," Taza agreed.
Bishop nodded again. "Good. Keep him close. Don't let this meeting interfere. The Reaper understands your situation. The Irish will as well."
"I'll just stay close to my anchors. I shouldn't need to be out of sight of all of you at once, surely."
Taza thought a second. "You shouldn't need to be, but is there a Son you'd feel comfortable with, just in case? Venus won't be there. Not for club business anyway."
Megan tilted her head as she considered. "Happy, I think. I might do okay with Chibs too, but Happy is the most likely one."
Hank chuckled. "Well, he did give you his number, mi Princessa. Why not shoot him a text and ask him if he'll be there?"
"No reason he wouldn't," Bishop said. "He's SAA. He'll stick close to the Scot while the Irish are in town."
Hank shrugged. "Still can't hurt for her to ask. I'll talk to him either way when we get there." He smiled down at her before kissing her forehead. "Go ahead, mi amore. Text him."
The blonde waitress returned with their drinks as Megan texted the Son. Talk turned to plans while they were in Charming. The elder bikers were planning to keep the younger ones out of the Sons of Anarchy's way as much as possible. That meant keeping them away from Diosa and Red Woody unless it was a club function.
Before their food came out, Megan's phone buzzed on the table. She turned it over to check it and laughed a little.
"What's up, Chica?" Taza asked with a grin.
"I said I was checking to be sure he'd be there in case I need an anchor in the Reapers. He replied with a picture of, what I assume, is his anchor tattoo." She showed it to Hank, who confirmed it was. "Guess that's a yes."
Hank chuckled. "I'd say so, Princessa."
"So la princessa de los Mayas is also becoming fast friends with the Sons Sargent at Arms." Bishop shook his head ruefully. "Who'd have thought that nervous little thing that we met at the casino would become one of our clubs greatest assets."
Megan blushed and sipped her soda.
The food arriving broke the mood. The men all had cheeseburgers and mountains of french fries. Megan had ordered a patty melt and fries as well. They all dug in cheerfully. Hank watched in satisfaction as Megan finished her sandwich while chatting with Bishop about his plans to continue to upgrade the boxing ring at the clubhouse. She almost finished her fries as well before she pushed the plate away. She'd eaten well at breakfast too. He was proud of her returning appetite.
Once everyone was done eating and Bishop had paid, it was finally time for the entire club to head North to Charming.
"Alright, mi amore. I know we're mic'd now, but the signal if you need to pull over is the same-" Hank said, fastening his helmet before zipping Megan's leather jacket and then her kutte. "Three taps at my waist and I'll pull over as soon as it's safe to do so."
Megan grinned." Okay-" She pulled her helmet on and automatically lifted her chin for Hank to snap her chin strap.
Taza chuckled at her motion as Hank did up her strap. He couldn't help but notice that she always fastened her own helmet when she rode with him.
Hank handed her a pair of stretchy wool gloves. "Here. Use these since you can't wear your leather with the cast."
She pulled them on and giggled as she realized everyone else was already on their bikes and they were just waiting on Hank to leave.
"Good girl." He kissed her knuckles and handed her her sunglasses before getting on his bike so she could mount behind him.
"Ready?" Bishop asked with a smirk. Megan lifted a hand to give him a thumbs up.
The bikes started with a roar that sent gooseflesh down Megan's spine. Bishop gave the signal and started out with Taza and Hank with Megan next. The others all fell into formation with Creeper and Rex in the van guarding their six.
Megan and Hank enjoyed the new bluetooth system immensely. They were able to hold a full conversation on the bike and that made it the best thing ever. In fact they were so involved in their conversation about the books they were currently reading that Megan jumped when the new speaker on the bike echoed in her ear.
"Alright lovebirds. Ready for a fuel stop?" Bishop asked.
Hank chuckled and touched the button on the side of his earpiece that opened the wider channel. "Sure. Give la princessa time to stretch too."
He closed the channel and signaled to Coco behind him. Taza passed the signal back to Angel at the same time.
Megan giggled softly in his ear. "Didn't realize we'd been riding that long."
"Me either," Hank replied. "How ya doing? Any pain?"
"Stiff, but no pain. My legs might cramp though. Won't know until I get off."
"How chilled are you?" he asked seriously. "The wind is kinda brutal today."
"My legs are pretty cold and so are my hands, but the layers and being behind you are keeping my core pretty warm."
"Alright." Hank reached to open the comm channel again. "Can we let Megan warm up when we stop? The cold's cutting straight through these gloves."
This time it was Taza that answered. "GPS says the gas station has a coffee place next to it. Let's stop in there."
"Yeah. Could use a cup myself," Bishop agreed.
A few minutes later, they pulled off the highway at a tiny fuel station. As Hank pulled up to a pump, he guided Megan off the back of the bike. To both their surprise, her legs didn't spasam as they had her first long ride. They'd been going for over two hours.
"You good, Ma?" Coco asked from behind her as she removed her helmet.
"Yeah. I'm good, Coco. A little surprised at how good to be honest." She gunned at the sniper.
He chuckled. "Nah. Told you you'd get used to it."
As Hank filled the tank, Megan checked her cell phone. There were a few texts from Letty checking in and one from her Tia asking her to call when they stopped for the night to talk to Tessa. She quickly replied to those. There was another text from an unknown number though that didn't make sense.
It simply read "We're watching".
Megan frowned. She saw Taza was finished fueling and went to show it to him. "Papa- look at this."
Taza took the phone and frowned. "What the fuck?"
"I don't know. I don't know the number either."
Bishop joined them. "What's up?"
Taza passed him the phone. "Any idea who?"
"Nah. But it could be a burner phone too." He shook his head. "But why would they be texting Poquito? And on her personal?"
"No clue. Who all has this number, Chica?" Taza asked, handing it back.
"The club, Mama, Venus, Tia Diana, Letty, and Happy," Megan said as she tucked it back in her phone holster. "Anyone else has my old number- my burner."
"Don't answer it. It could be a wrong number," Bishop said.
"Or it could be someone trying to track your cell phone movements," Taza said. "Either way- ignore it. Once we're on the Wahiwa land they won't be able to track it anyway. Not without tribal jurisdiction."
Megan nodded. "Alright. I'll let you know if I get anything else."
"Good girl." Taza tucked her into his side while they waited for Hank. "You doing alright?"
"Yeah. Kinda chilled, but I'm not struggling like last time." She leaned into his warmth.
Bishop gently chafed her good hand. "Your hands are like ice, Poquito."
"I know, but my leather gloves don't fit over my soft cast. These wool ones help but the wind cuts right through them."
Angel sidled up to them just in time to hear that last bit. "Shit, Shorty. Your man's got kutte pockets for a reason. Put them hand-sicles in them as you ride." He smirked.
Everyone stared at the tall Mayan.
"What?" Bishop asked.
"La princessa should ride with her hands in Hank's kutte pockets. It's what I make girls do when they say the wind bothers their hands." Angel shrugged.
Taza shook his head in wonder. “Why didn't we think of that?”
Once they were all refueled, they moved their bikes to the coffee shop next door. While they sat at tables, EZ went up to order for them.
Megan leaned into Hank's side in a booth and petted Rex contentedly while the cold seeped out of her bones.
"Excuse me," a voice broke into their conversation, "but there's no dogs allowed in here." It was a barista with a sour look on her face.
EZ came back with a tray with everyone's hot drinks on it. "He's a training service dog," he said matter of factly. "He's a PTSD dog. You can't deny him entry."
She wrinkled her nose. "Yes, I can."
"No. You can't. There's no licensing for a service dog, just training, which he's doing right now. He's not being disruptive or damaging property. He's training with his person. Legally, all you can do is ask two questions- is he a service animal trained to perform tasks and what tasks he's trained to perform." EZ said as he handed out drinks. He winked at Megan. "I did my research."
The barista huffed off.
"Nice going, Prospect," Taza grinned.
"Well… I also may have covered our ass and enrolled la princessa's pooch in an online training course for service dogs." He shrugged a bit. "His patches are in the mail."
Bishop frowned. "You did that without consulting anyone?"
EZ held the open edges of his kutte. "Yes sir. I did. But this way no one can stop Megan from keeping Rex with her all the time."
"And who's paying for it?" Taza asked.
"I did." The prospect shrugged a bit uncomfortably. "I didn't want her denied access somewhere because of him."
Hank frowned. "You should have come to us, Prospect."
Ez nodded. "I'm sorry if I overstepped. I just knew that everyone else was tied up with this run and club business. I didn't want anyone to worry about it if I could just fix it for her."
Megan squeezed Hank's hand and looked up at him "He was only trying to help."
Bishop sighed. "Initiative is a wonderful thing- but don't do it again. Put it to at least one patched member first next time, Prospect."
EZ nodded again. "Yes Sir."
"And let me know how much it was for the course." Taza said "I'll reimburse you."
"Of course, Taza." EZ smiled at Megan. "l'll go over what to say to people like that with you this evening when we have downtime."
"Thanks, EZ."
They finished their drinks and loaded up to ride again. They stopped once more for fuel, but the third time they stopped they pulled into the parking lot of a motel. Megan stretched her back tiredly as Bishop took Angel inside to arrange for rooms for them all. As the new Secretary, this would be part of Angel's duties on long rides like this. The sun was setting and Megan shivered as she unzipped her kutte and jacket.
"You alright, mi reina?" Hank asked as he locked the bike down.
Megan yawned a little and grinned as Creeper released Rex so he could run across the parking lot to her. "Yeah. Tired and stiff, but I'm okay." She squatted down so Rex could sniff her ears.
"We'll be inside soon. We'll probably have to double up from the looks of this parking lot." Hank rubbed the back of her neck gently. The new Kevlar kept her from feeling more than pressure through her kutte.
"It's just for one night. We'll manage." She leaned against him when she got back to her feet.
Bishop returned triumphantly with Angel trailing behind as the lighted vacancy sign went out. "We got the last five rooms they had, but one room is a king and not two queens." He smirked at Megan and Hank. "Think you'll survive sharing a bed?"
Gilly snorted a laugh. "I think they'll live."
"Just keep it down. You're right in the middle of the block," Angel said laughing.
Megan and Hank got their backpacks and the one packed for Rex from the van before accepting their key from Bishop. They were between Bishop and Taza and Creeper and Riz. Coco and Gilly roomed together leaving the brothers to share as well.
Megan immediately put out and filled both of Rex's bowls when they got inside. Only after he was eating did she remove her kutte and leather jacket.
Hank chuckled and put their backpacks on the dresser. "Now, how sore are you, really?"
She smiled at him as she tried to work the buckles of her thigh bag to remove it. "Not too bad..." Hank gave her a long look and her facade crumbled a bit as she grimaced. "I feel like I've been worked over in the ring. Like I'm one big bruise."
He nodded. "About what I thought. You really should have taken a break in the van."
"But I was enjoying myself riding with you."
He drew her into his arms and stroked down her back soothingly. "I know, mi amore. I was too. But you shouldn't push yourself. Tomorrow, why don't you ride in the van for the first leg at least? You can try to nap with Rex and then ride with me later."
She grimaced again as his rubbing hit a particularly sore spot. "I don't want to give up."
"You aren't." Hank kissed her softly and cupped her chin. "Do you know why Creeper drives the van on long runs, Princessa?"
"He's Road Captain. Road Captain drives the van."
He moved to sit in the chair in the room and guided her to sit with him across his lap. "That's true here, but not everywhere. Creep drives the van because he has an old shoulder injury from a gunshot. It doesn't effect him on the day to day, but on long runs- the vibrations of the bikes put him in a lot of pain. Your Papa and tio noticed and made that rule." He cuddled her against his chest and nuzzled her hair. "There's nothing wrong with allowing your body the time it needs. The guys will agree with me."
She huffed a sigh. "My shoulder really hurts. My wrist too."
"Then you should rest them." He lifted her chin to kiss her. "Let's pin your braids up so you can take a hot shower. I'll ask your papa to bring us back dinner when they go out."
They did just that. After she got in the shower, Hank stepped out to knock on Taza and Bishop's door- leaving Rex on guard.
Taza opened the door, straightening the collar of the fresh shirt he was wearing after his own shower. "All good, hermano?"
Hank nodded. “All good. Megan overdid it a little bit today. I've got her showering now, but I'm going to try to get her to take some pain meds and rest. Can you bring us back some dinner when you guys go?"
Bishop appeared behind Taza worriedly. "Of course we will. Is Poquito alright?"
"She's very sore. Nothing some rest won't help."
"Why didn't she ride with Creeper part of the way?" Taza asked.
"She said she was enjoying the ride too much. She's going to start tomorrow in the van, though. Give her body a break before the ride into Charming." Hank rubbed his hair and sighed. "She said she didn't want to give up. I told her about Creep."
Taza blew out an exasperated breath. "Good. We'll bring back food. You go sit on her and make her rest tonight."
"We won't start too early tomorrow either. Not before nine. Try to get her to sleep in if you can," Bishop added.
"I'll try."
Back in the room, Hank found Megan on the floor using Rex as a pillow to read her book. He couldn't help but smile at the massive dog curled around her like a puppy. His head had shot up when the door unlocked, but he relaxed at the sight of Hank. "Comfy, mi Princessa?"
Megan smiled up at him from her cozy spot as she put down her book. She'd put on the sleep shorts and tank top with Harley Davidson logos all over them and topped it with his hoody. "Yeah. Didn't want to lay down on the bed and fall asleep in case we need to go anywhere else."
He settled himself near enough to her to touch without disturbing her. "Nah. Bish and Taza are going to bring us some dinner from wherever they end up eating."
Her shoulders relaxed a little. "Good. When are we leaving tomorrow?"
"Bish said he wasn't rolling his ass out of bed until at least nine, so we should sleep in." He leaned over to kiss her softly. "I think you should take some of the ibuprofen tonight, Princessa. Help with the pain some."
She wrinkled her nose at him.
"I know- but it's better to be ahead of it than to chase it. And we need you sharp tomorrow when we get to Charming. You can't be at your best if you're hurting and tired. It won't make you floaty either."
"I know. I just hate taking damn pills."
Hank retrieved the pills from inside his kutte and handed her two. "I know, but not as much as I hate seeing you in pain." He opened a bottle of water and watched her swallow the meds. "Good girl. Let me shower and then we'll see what's on this crappy t.v. until your papa gets back with food."
Megan giggled and picked her book back up. "Okay."
A/N: Thank you to all those that voted on that poll and it has been awhile since I last wrote for coco so why not? This is definitely AU based for how I envision a better life for our coco bean and there’s no need to explain it any further. It’s spring and most of us are coming off that S.A.D. so we want happiness around here, so that’s what we’re damn well gonna get! This was also inspired by some events that happened last Friday 🤭
PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & I’m using: 6. Hanging a porch swing together + 7. I don’t think she noticed my new cut.
WARNINGS: language, mentions of blood and body injuries + Letty’s smart ass mouth—the usual.
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Getting back home was the best part of Coco’s day. The big move from Santo Padre to Ojai was the best choice all of you made years ago.
(Coco and Letty more recently.)
This was home.
A awful green ranch built in 1955 with .42 acres of land was not something coco ever really saw in his future. He never had a place that truly felt like his and all that hard work along with time finally paid off. In fact he didn’t think he’d actually be alive this long to showcase what a home should feel like. Day by day his purpose was still something he was trying to figure out without realizing that he’s been living it.
He rides up the curvy slope of the driveway, waiting for the gate to open up wide enough for his bike to fit through. The dark eyed man glances to his left towards the front door, sensing something even before he cut the engine to his bike. He’ll move it to the garage later, leaving it behind next to your car before carrying up the pathway to the front door.
Coco enters the home, tv on from his left showing some rerun of a reality show that Letty was binge watching. The mushroom play tent that blocks the front window of the home is bare and does not hold your three year old daughter, Haven. He thinks nothing of it until he makes that right down the hallway where the bedrooms sit, hearing crying from Haven and barking from your tosa.
His nostrils flare, hands going to his waist as he cautiously makes his way into the main bedroom. He immediately spots Letty bouncing a crying Haven on her knee as her other hand is moving rapidly against the screen of her phone.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Coco asks as he spots the dog still barking and scratching at the bathroom door.
Letty snaps her head up to look at him, “thank fu—fudge you finally got here! I’ve been texting and leaving you messages.”
His eyes are still locked on the door, which is now missing a door knob as he gently rests a hand down on Haven’s head to kiss the vitiligo patch on her temple. She makes grabbing motions for him which he obliges, tears streaming down her round cheeks, while he brings the toddler into his chest who rests her head there and seems to calm just a bit as she heaves to subside her cries.
Coco pats and rubs her back soothingly as Letty gets back to her feet, using her foot to nudge Jody the Tosa out of the way, “I went to a meeting after work, I sent that in the group chat before I shut my phone off.”
“Yeah newsflash, maybe you shouldn’t do that when you have a very vocal fucking baby at home.” Letty bites as she knocks on the door leaning downwards, “y/n, coco’s here!” She tells before whipping her head back to her father, “Now fix the door.”
He’s confused as he makes his way over to the bathroom door, spotting a stain of blood dripping from the outside of where the doorknob was supposed to be. “What the fuck did you do Leticia?”
“Me?! I didn’t do anything!” Letty yells while her brows immediately frown, “your girlfriend somehow locked herself in the bathroom and has been in there for I don’t know maybe an hour or an hour in a half? She managed to punch the knob out after I loosened it.”
Coco shakes his head, eyeing the tools tossed all over the floor and hands Haven back to Letty, “take your sister and go feed her, she’s probably hungry and it’s past dinner time.”
“Shit, I lost track of time.” Letty stands up straight and scrambles to leave the room but not without calling back out to you, “if coco doesn’t get it y/n, I’m calling the locksmith!”
Coco sucks his teeth as he shoos the girl out of your shared room, “I am the locksmith.”
Letty widens her eyes with a scrunch of her nose, “we don’t need anymore injuries in this household thank you, we have a baby in the house.”
Coco rolls his eyes as it’s his turn to go into a squat position and peer through the gap, it’s slightly blocked by the remaining latch bolt. He peeks in just enough to see you laying on your back on the rug, bandaged hand cradled to your chest as you’re staring up at the ceiling.
Completely over it.
“Hey, mamita. What happened?”
Your head lolls to the side to meet coco’s dark eye, “I went to unlock the door and it wouldn’t budge. Took Letty fifteen minutes to realize I was stuck in here since she’s so deep into Shahs of Sunset and I didn’t have my phone on me. I managed to punch the knob out.”
“Why not kick? Now you done fucked up your hand I see.”
“Rather that than my foot.” You wiggle your toes, “you gonna get me out of here soon right, johnny?”
A crooked smile appears on Coco’s lips then, “I’ll think about it.”
Jody growls at him from his left, making coco suck his teeth while you can be heard laughing from inside the bathroom. “I know this fool isn’t trying to raise up on me?”
“He likes me better.”
“‘Cause he likes to hump your leg.”
“Ew, shut up Johnny!”
Coco laughs and looks at the tools that were previously used: a hanger, a screwdriver, and some hair oil. He analyzes the door, then the mechanism and just shrugs grabbing the hammer to knock the latch clean off the door. It flies towards you, lying about an inch away from where your shoulder lays.
Coco instructs, “You might want to cover your face for this next part.”
“What?” You start just as Coco lunges the claw side of the hammer into the side of the gap, yanking it back with such force he thought the claw would snap. Thankfully it didn’t as it gave way, leaving him to keep swinging the claw into space before switching back to the flat side to knock out the edge of the cheap door.
The door creaks open as he pushes it back once a good chunk of the door is missing. Rolling back to face the door with an arm tossed over your forehead, you meet your boyfriend’s eyes.
“Hey,” he greets almost like a mad man as he’s breathing harshly now at that work he just put in.
You slowly get to your feet to meet both of Johnny’s dark eyes this time, “hey, we’re gonna need a new door.”
You grip the sides of his torso as you peck his jaw in thanks while he just scoffs, “fuck that door. It was a cheap piece of shit and I’ve got a better idea anyway.”
Which could mean anything.
He reaches down to pick up your wrist, examining your injured fingers, “think you broke any of ‘em?”
“Probably that middle finger but the rest im thinking a bad sprain,” you inform while Coco nods his head, figuring you would know better than anyone being a middle school nurse and all.
Coco shakes his head, a signature crooked smile playing on his lips, “Guess you won’t be giving nobody the bird for a little while, huh?”
“I’m left handed anyway.” You remind Coco who nods his head in realization, “thanks for getting me out. How did today go?”
Johnny gives a sharp inhale with a lift of his shoulders, “same shit everyday. We talk about feelings and shit. It’s the anniversary of Hope’s death and I was talkin’ to one of the sponsors there, he gave me some info to look into for Leticia.”
Letty losing not only one but two of her friends tragically was enough to mess with anyone’s mental. She already had a lot going on before that and the move out here steered her in the right direction somewhat. She openly talked about starting her own business after quitting (and being fired) from numerous of jobs. So far being a instructor that provided swimming lessons to toddlers seemed to be the one that stuck while creating a webpage for her upcoming house sitting business.
She was much like Johnny, not wanting to open up and when she gave just enough she didn’t want to be seen as weak. You had enough experience with that yourself, growing up with caregivers in the military that had their own battles which ultimately left you to be raised and adopted by your godmother who was far from rough around the edges. You learned to love Johnny and Letty through it all but you were also firm in letting them both know that you wouldn’t be their punching bag.
You completely changed the trajectory of Johnny and Letty’s life, making them often forget what life was like before you walked in. Yet there were always reminders in the black of their brain and sure you could hold them down but you couldn’t be their sole savior.
They had to find that within themselves.
That’s that deep shit Coco had to hear plenty of times and knew Letty wouldn’t want to but would eventually have to.
“That’s good, babe.” You offer a smile as you squeeze his upper arm, “we’ll talk about it some more when we put that swing up out front.”
You’re getting ready to exit the bathroom when Coco grips your wrist causing you to look back at him.
“The swing? Nah we’re not gettin’ into that with your hand all fucked up.” Coco already decided.
“I’ll supervise.” You beam, “c’mon I’ve been wanting that thing up since the first day of spring and summers approaching in the next few weeks!”
Coco blinks, “and I said I’d get to it.”
“Just like the emissions for my car when I was pregnant with Haven, got stranded and ended up with minor carbon monoxide poisoning?” You pointed out while the tatted man rubs his jaw in annoyance.
Which was enough indication for you to laugh and wrap an arm across his waist, knowing that you won, “fine but like you said, supervise. Not be in my fucken ear like a flea.”
“I know you like to get into your zone when you’re working but what we’re not gonna do is compare your girl and mother of your beautiful baby to an insect.” You yank on his earlobes making him hiss.
Smiling sweetly at him after, you quickly peck his crooked nose and bite his jaw before taking your leave, “glad you’re home, papa.”
Coco rolls his eyes and tossed the hammer into the toolbox, knowing he would get to it later before joining his family in the kitchen.
‘I don’t think she noticed my new cut,’ Coco finds himself thinking as he watches you move around the kitchen, working on heating up the leftovers while he’s tasked with making sure Haven doesn’t start throwing any vegetables she doesn’t like around again and Letty is screaming at the tv.
“Aye, who we yellin’ at?” Coco questions from the dining room which has three views: a sliding door that leads to the backyard to the left, straight ahead the kitchen can be partially seen, and then to the right flows into the living room.
Letty huffs as she tosses her phone down on the couch glancing in Coco and Haven’s direction, “fu—freaking Reza! He’s so annoying!”
“Then cut the shit off and go help y/n warm up the food.” Coco tells Letty who side eyes him.
She snipes, “I already took care of Haven and set the table…what’re you doing coco?”
“Paying bills.”
You twist your lips around in the kitchen, thankful the twenty-one year old couldn’t see your facial expression right now, not that you were ever scared of Letty but you also weren’t in the mood to deal with her mouth, especially being locked in the bathroom for forever.
“And I would be too if y/n didn’t give me a break!” Letty argued.
Finances became really rough once Coco got struck with addiction. Not that it was ever the greatest when Letty lived with Celia but she was the main one who had to hold it down once Coco got infected with the disease. So she didn’t appreciate Coco throwing that in her face when he should have been the adult who paid bills to provide for her and it was always a ongoing argument between the two, which is why you remained quiet once you sensed that starting to brew.
Thankfully with the progress of being sober and getting a job down at the shooting range as a range officer, Coco was on the path of being financially stable and you were the best at managing funds although Coco often clowned you for considering shopping for the house and the girls as “errands,” you were good at having a balance with money and into numbers a bit after living in a transformed school bus turned home (illegally if you want to be technical) with your god-mommy. She was a free-spirited woman who was into protests, loaded with money but still chose to park the bus/home out in the woods on some land that rightfully belonged to her ancestors before the law colonized it. It was sacred land and after her passing you did everything in your power to gain rights to that land yourself, later transforming it into a garden in honor of loved ones lost.
Life was forever blossoming and you always wanted to continue experiencing that growth. When coco came back into your life, it was unexpected but meant to be—you’d like to think. It’s like that saying, “if it comes back around then it’s meant to be.”
The both of you knew each other back in school and lost touch until he moved out here to Ojai. By then he was already in a program, leaving behind the Mayans to better his mental health. You already knew he was in some type of biker gang, thanks to being friends with Gilberto Lopez on Facebook. Curiosity always got the best of you and you didn’t have much to go off of since you couldn’t locate him anywhere on Facebook but found Letty through Celia’s page.
He was barely on Letty’s page too after spotting a comment where she went off on some lady who was friends with Celia, for making inappropriate comments on a picture the twenty-something year old shared for his birthday. It was causal lurking not anything stalker-ish and you didn’t want to reach out to Gilly about coco either since you didnt want to appear desperate—despite your besties begging you to just shoot your shot through Gilly.
That didn’t happen until coco came here.
It was like the universe knew to give you two a second chance and the both of you didn’t want to miss it. However you were content on just being friends but that wasn’t in Coco’s plans once he truly got to know the version of you now. Eventually he got you out of your own stubbornness and wasn’t one to beg but Coco knew you were worth it.
When you’re zoned back in on the conversation, bringing the food out to the table you spotted Letty now sitting in her usual seat resting her cheek into her fist while Coco shoved her shoulder with a snort, evoking the girl to shove him back with a smile just in time for them to start playfully throwing hands but you warn them to, “cut the crap you two, you’re at the table now act like you have some sense please.”
“My bad, mamita.”
“He started it.”
You playfully glare at them as you take your seat, lifting the silicone bib to wipe at the corner of Haven’s mouth before waving your hands along signaling for everyone to start serving themselves.
Johnny and Letty did not hesitate, which led to chatter at the dinner table, making Coco further grateful for this little life.
Later that night with the crickets chirping, the both of you have quality time as you’re seated on the grass while coco is drilling the chains to the swing into the brown beams out front.
“Hey babe, meant to tell you this earlier but I’m feeling the new look.” You announce after putting your phone down from taking many pictures of the process.
Coco glances over at you from the ladder, “yeah? I didn’t think you noticed.”
“Oh I definitely did,” you smile, “loved the Brazilian loose waves just as much as the Gretchen Grundler pigtails but hair grows back and it always fun to switch it up ya know?”
You don’t miss coco rolling his eyes at your attempt of dragging his hair but knows you’re joking nonetheless. He can also tell by the way you’re looking at him from the ground that you’re really a fan of the cut, “I’m almost finished here so you can show me how much you’re digging the hair up in our room, huh?”
Sighing you pout, “only if we weren’t getting up early to hang out with Bruno and Luis.”
That’s right ever since he got with you, he was able to reconnect with his two other kids. It took a lot of fight from Bruno’s mom for coco to be in Bruno’s life—who was now fourteen—threatening back child support out of pettiness (she honestly thought he died because of what Celia once told her after he got locked up) and Luis, who was ten and acting out way before coco came back into his life was still trying to get a feel for this stranger of a man who happened to be his father. Luis was quiet but there was a fire behind the shared eyes he has from his father.
Life was always a timely journey and you taught Coco patience.
“Look at it like this, I’ll have you out by midnight.” Coco smirks, checking his own phone for the time and to see a text from Bruno’s mom to confirm if you guys were still coming out to Montecito.
Bruno and Luis’s mom became good friends, often allowing the boys to spent the night at each other’s houses. Although Luis lived out in Carpinteria with his mother and siblings; which was nowhere from Montecito the two women made it their jobs for the siblings to have a relationship. Which was shocking on Bruno’s mom’s part to be honest. Bruno’s mother was still shady towards you, not liking the fact that coco picked you to spend forever with although she had a new man, she still felt a type of way but you knew not to take that personally…yet you were no punk and wouldn’t always bite your tongue.
You mockingly yawn, stretching your arms above your head, “you know I can’t get into the groove with open doors.”
Coco sucks his teeth, “well you better get used to it mamita, that doors not comin’ back.”
“Qué?”
“That open concept shit you always talk about when we’re watching that home channel…well you’re gonna get it for the bathroom.” Coco double checks that the swing is secure before he starts climbing down the ladder, “and I get a show every time you get out the shower. So everybody wins.”
Scowling at the smirk on your boyfriend’s face, you push off your ankles to your feet, making your way over to the cute farmhouse like swing, “You’re no better than Jody.”
“I’n the fucken man of the house, not the dog.” Coco tells as he slips a hand over your waist as you go to sit on the swing.
“Don’t think I know the difference,” you joke once more as Coco bumps his nose against your cheek, now sitting beside you as you softly sway into the night.
With your good hand, you run a hand over coco’s shortened hair with a smile before resting your head on his shoulder with another yawn, “seee, this is nice isn’t it?”
“Yeah it’s cool but now none of us are going to be in the house.”
All of you were always out and about. If it wasn’t work, coco was out riding or tuning up the bike or doing woodwork, letty was sunbathing and used to be in the hot tub a lot until you two took over and that was enough for her not to want any parts leaving her to run the streets with the car along with Jody in the passenger side or fix up the car coco let her keep. You just liked being in the backyard to be “corny,” in the Cruz’ words one with nature birdwatching or with Haven who liked running around letting you and coco know that she would probably grow up to be involved in some sort of athletics one day. However once those bugs wanted to be seen by you? Then it was time to wrap it up and go right inside.
“We’ll get to enjoy the inside more once we’re old as hell.”
“I like my own personal granny already,” coco laughs while you elbow his gut, “ow, what? You were the one crying about your back the other night?”
“That’s because you left one of your stupid chains to your jeans in the bed.”
“My bad, thought you were into bondage.” Coco felt his lips twitch in humor until you lifted your head to glare at him.
“Johnny.”
“Y/n,” he says back in a warning tone but teasing, “aye show me some love, I got you out that bathroom and put this grandma shit up. You don’t got to bring up old shit, you know?”
“That was two days ago but whatever,” you respond yanking his jaw to turn his lips to brush against yours, “love you papa, now sssh and let’s enjoy the warm night.”
Coco lets out a sigh, squeezing your waist as you get comfortable back against his shoulder. “You better, brat.”
“After you…butt sniffer.”
“Always got to have the last word, don’t you?” Coco sucks his teeth, ready to nudge your head off him if you didn’t look so cute relaxing against him, aware that you were comparing him to a dog yet again while you laugh, tossing your knee over his, intertwining your fingers (the good ones) with his as you sink into the freedom of the night together.
