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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Disaster Dates: Dejavu

Gilly Lopez x F!Reader

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Prompt from This Post: Person A surprises Person B by taking them out on a date that they’ve planned but what Person A doesn’t realize is that they’ve taken Person B to the same place that Person B and their ex used to go to together.

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, awkward tension

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I’ve re-written this about 10 times. I’m finally setting this one free out into the universe. Fun fact: this isn’t the only Disaster Dates prompt I plan on doing for Gilly. So stay tuned!

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“Alright,” Gilly looked in the mirror, fussing with the cuffs of his shirt for a moment as he tried to quietly hype himself up, “it’s gonna be good. It’s gonna, it’s gonna be fuckin’ good.”

It was the best he had been able to come up with in light of how jumbled his brain had been all day, all week if he was being honest. He’d never been good at pep talks to begin with, but when he was supposed to be doing them for himself? Forget it. Not happening. But he was trying. He wanted all the help that he could get for tonight. He’d spent far too much time pining after you before he finally bucked up and asked you on a date. He’d been so ready for you to shoot him down that he almost didn’t know how to react when you said yes.

It wasn’t like he had been shooting his shot with someone that he didn’t know. The two of you had talked and spent a decent amount of time together at the clubhouse. He knew that you must’ve liked spending time with him on some level, otherwise you would’ve told him to fuck off a long time ago. He’d seen you do it to other people. It should’ve taken some of the pressure off, but it didn’t.

And now he was in charge of putting together a date for the two of you. He wasn’t planning out anything too intensive—that wasn’t his style. He wanted it to be nice, comfortable. First dates were enough pressure on their own without adding extra hoops to try and jump through.

He grabbed his helmet and glasses on his way out the door, grabbing an extra of each for you to wear as well. He’d never seen you on the back of anyone’s bike, and it made him wonder if you’d ever ridden before.

It was a quick ride to your house, and he was wondering if that was working out in his favor or not. It was less time to try and rehearse what he was going to say, but it was also less time to overthink every possible way that the evening could go wrong. Hanging his helmet off the handlebar, he took a deep breath and set his shoulders back before walking up the driveway to your door. He hesitated for a moment before knocking, but he managed to will himself to do it.

The twenty seconds it took you to come to the door may as well have been an eternity according to Gilly. He was nervously picking at the stitching on his kutte when you opened the door, and you couldn’t help but to fight back a chuckle at the sight. Nervous Gilly was something you never thought you’d live to see, but there he was.

“Hey,” you smiled as you stepped out and pulled the door shut behind you, “Ready to go?”

“Yea,” he nodded, trying to sound more confident than he felt, “ready if you are.”

“Perfect,” you gave him a nod before turning around to lock the door to your house. You gestured to your short walkway, “After you.”

The two of you walked over to the bike, and Gilly’s nerves were audible in his voice, “Hope you don’t mind, I figured we’d take the bike. I brought you shit to wear—helmet and stuff.”

“Oh?” your eyes lit up, “I’ve never ridden before.”

“Yea,” he turned, your helmet in his hands, “I figured,” without thinking better of it, he reached forward and placed the helmet on your head, carefully clipping the strap beneath your chin with more gentleness than you’d ever seen from him before. You bit lightly at your bottom lip as you tried to control the butterflies in your stomach.

He triple-checked that you were good for him to take off. You appreciated the extra concern, but you were too busy enjoying the closeness of having your arms wrapped around him and your chest pressed to his back to really be all that scared. When he started the bike, you couldn’t help but to let out a giggle, being on the back of the bike was so different when you’d spent so long just listening to them come in and out of the lot.

The two of you cruised down the familiar streets of Santo Padre. What little tension you’d had over riding the bike quickly melted away the longer the two of you rode. Gilly could feel you relaxing against him and he was glad that you couldn’t see the cheesy grin on his face.

There wasn’t much in Santo Padre that would be new to you at this point. However, as Gilly pulled into the parking lot of his restaurant of choice, a knot began to form in your stomach. Nothing was new to you, sure, but this place was familiar for all the wrong reasons. There was no way that he would know that, though.

The chances of your ex being there were slim. Friday nights he was usually out bar-hopping with his buddies. But that wouldn’t change the fact that most of the wait staff were going to recognize you, and immediately associate you with your ex because this was one of both of your favorite spots for date night. You weren’t sure how to try and say any of that to Gilly, or if you should even try to. Bringing up your ex on the first date didn’t seem like the best move, but what seemed like a worse outcome was someone else bringing it up instead.

It felt incredibly quiet when the sound of the motorcycle engine died off. Bracing yourself against Gilly’s shoulders, you managed to get off the bike with relative ease. Gilly offered to take your helmet, hanging it up with his own. You adjusted your top, trying to push the uninvited nervous thoughts from your mind.

“My buddy started working here a couple months ago,” Gilly spoke as the two of you walked towards the main doors of the restaurant, “he’s their new head chef. Best fuckin’ cook I’ve ever met in my life,” he laughed as he pulled the door, holding it open for you.

You laughed, “Oh really?”

“Yea,” he walked in behind you, “and I’m picky so, you know,” he laughed, “he’s good.” He watched as you laughed and shook your head before asking, “You ever been here before?”

Now would be the opportune time to say what had been on your mind since you rolled into the parking lot, but you just couldn’t quite force it. You shook your head, “Not in a long time. Certainly not since they apparently got the best chef in Santo Padre.”

“So you haven’t really been here,” you weren’t sure if the grin on his face alleviated the twinge of guilt in the back of your mind or made it worse.

As the two of you made your way over to your booth, you couldn’t deny the fact that you’d missed the place. It was cozy, comfortable. All warm colors and old-school art covering the walls.

“So,” you looked over the menu before looking across the table at Gilly, “since you have all the insider-info now, what should I get? What’s your friend’s specialty?”

Gilly chuckled, shaking his head, “What isn’t?” looking from the menu back to you, he asked, “What do you usually get when you go out somewhere?”

“Ohh, getting right into the hard-hitting questions, I see,” you joked, “I usually—”

“Oh my god!” your waitress stopped at the end of the table, a bright smile on her face when she saw you, “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

You hoped your smile looked more convincing than it felt, “Yea, it’s been a minute, huh?”

“How’ve you been?”

You gave a tight nod, not wanting to take your discomfort out on her since she was just being nice but wanting the conversation to be over as quickly as possible, “I’ve been good. You?”

“Oh, you know,” she laughed and shrugged, “Can’t complain,” she paused, looking back and forth between you and Gilly, “Sorry—I always get carried away. Anything to drink for either of you?”

As much as you impulsively wanted to drown your discomfort in alcohol, you knew better. You played it safe with water, albeit a little begrudgingly. Gilly ordered a beer but as soon as the waitress turned to walk away, you felt him looking at you even though your eyes had dropped back down to the menu. He waited a few seconds for you to say something, but when you didn’t he couldn’t help himself.

“I thought that I was the one who was gonna know people here.”

You let out a quiet chuckle, “It’s a small town, right?”

He could see it in your eyes that there was something just a little off, “You good?”

“Yea,” you nodded, trying to convince yourself as much as you were him, “Yea I’m good.”

He was about to ask if you were sure, if there was something you wanted to talk about, but before he could get a word out the waitress popped up again. She set your drinks down and tucked the tray underneath her elbow. You could tell by the way she stood and shifted her weight that she was about to say more, ask more questions, all the things you didn’t want her to. There wasn’t anything that you could do about it though.

“You know it’s funny, Bryan came in a couple nights ago with a few of his friends. We were slammed so I couldn’t stop and talk, but I was going to ask him how you were doing.”

You wished that the hardwood floors would swallow you whole, “He probably wouldn’t have had much to tell you.”

The confusion on her face was impossible to miss, but when she looked back and forth between you and Gilly again, you could see all the pieces come together inside her brain. Her eyes grew wide and she shook her head at herself.

“Oh, shit. I, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think—”

You smiled awkwardly, shaking your head to stop her, “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Right,” she almost couldn’t make eye contact with either of you, “You two need a minute before you order?”

You nodded, “Please, yea.”

“I’ll be back in a few, then,” she shot you another apologetic look before scampering off to her other tables.

The silence felt heavy as it took over the table. You nervously twisted your fingers as you tried to figure out what to say. Gilly was very clearly trying to come up with the right thing to say after that entire interaction. And, to be completely fair, you had no idea how you would’ve handled it if the roles had been reversed. Neither of you had done anything wrong, but the tension in the air wasn’t the kind that you had been hoping for.

He cleared his throat, drumming his fingers on the tabletop, “So…Bryan?”

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you fought the urge to drop your face into your hands, “Yea…”

“I’m guessing he isn’t the dude who used to be the chef here?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head, “Um, no. No he wasn’t.”

“Shit,” he shook his head, “I’m sorry.”

Your brows knit together, “You don’t have anything to be sorry about. It’s not like you knew.”

“Yea, but,” he sighed, eyes dropping back to the table, “you know, first date could’ve been fuckin’ anywhere but I had to pick your ex’s spot?”

You chuckled, “Some people might call that a red flag,” you saw the look on his face and couldn’t stop your smile, “But I think a much larger red flag is the fact that you’re friends with Angel.”

It got him to laugh. Shaking his head, he took a sip of his beer, “Angel’s friends with me.”

“Right,” the tension dissipated slightly.

Taking a deep breath, he said, “If you wanna go somewhere else…”

You shook your head, “No, no. Don’t be ridiculous. Besides, then I’m just gonna be left wondering if you were full of shit about your friend being a good cook.”

“You think I’d ever lie about good food?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, feeling a little lighter, “Guess I’ll have to wait and see,” you both laughed for a moment. When it was quiet between you again, you said, “I was gonna say something when we got here, but I didn’t know what to say without sounding weird. Thought bringing up my ex on the first date might be—”

“A red flag?” there was a smirk on his face.

You laughed, “Yea, a red flag.”

Both of you spotted the waitress on her way back over. Gilly looked down at the menu and then back up at you, “You trust me?”

You chuckled, “Seems like a loaded question for a first date.”

He smiled, rolling his eyes, “You trust me about food?”

You nodded, “Yea. That’s subject to change depending on how tonight goes, though.”

He ordered a few things for the two of you to share. And, you had to admit, that was a responsibility that you would trust him with a lot more in the future. You’d been worried that one, or both, of you wasn’t going to be able to recover from the initial fumble of the evening, but after a few minutes you both seemed to get your groove back. You could tell that Gilly was still a little nervous, and now he had the thought of your ex lingering over his head, but it didn’t seem to get to him too much.

Both of you looked down at the last flauta on the plate before looking back at each other. You both laughed but before he could beat you to it, you reached out and snatched it up. He chuckled, shaking his head at the triumphant grin on your face as he leaned back in the booth.

“Told you,” he said as he nodded towards the food in your hand, “it’s good shit.”

“Yea,” you nodded, “I guess your buddy sort of knows what he’s doing.”

Even after all the empty plates had been cleared from the table, neither of you were in a huge rush to leave. You each leaned in just a bit, forearms braced on the edge of the table as you talked, and people-watched. You were fairly certain that you’d never met anyone before who would whip up funny one-liners as quickly as he could. If it wouldn’t have been obnoxious, you would’ve stayed there until the place closed.

As the two of you walked back to his bike, you slid your arm to that it was interlocked with his. Squeezing yourself to him for a moment, you said, “Thank you for this,” your gaze dropped to the ground as a grin took over your face, “This was fun.”

He chuckled, trying not to get too distracted by the way you kept yourself pressed to him, “Thanks for not bailing on me.”

“I wouldn’t just bail,” you paused, “How would I get home?”

He rolled his eyes, playfully trying to pull away from you but you only tightened your grip, “Fuckin’ ridiculous,” he laughed. He looked over at you when the two of you got to his bike, “You wanna pick the spot next time?”

“Next time?” you raised your eyebrows as you grabbed the helmet you’d worn before.

All the nervousness returned to his face immediately, “Uh, yea, I mean, if you wanna. I didn’t mean to just—”

You cut him off by handing his helmet back to him, “Relax. As long as we can still take the bike, I’ll pick the spot.”

He let out a quiet sigh of relief, “Alright.”

“So,” you clipped the strap underneath your chin, “Where did you and your ex like to go?”

He rolled his eyes but he couldn’t help but laugh, “Just get on the bike.”

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enretrogue · 2 years

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crimsonheart01 · 2 years

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Saturday June 25, 2022

+ FIC RECS MASTERLIST +

I fell back into SOA this week because I missed Happy and needed him. I also ventured into some Hopper stuff which didn’t disappoint. Here’s this week’s round up.

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1. Happy Times by @withmyteeth

Pairing: Happy Lowman x Fem!Reader

Phew! This was chef’s kiss. There’s something about this terrifying man that really does it for me. I would happily meet him in a bar and let him take me home. I love how you incorporated that one little tidbit about him, y’know that one about him being cheap. A well known secret we all know! Ok but also like, can we talk about the knife play? Because babes, I’m dying, it’s too good. I’m all hot and bothered over it. PERFECT!

2. King of Communication by @obsessedasusual

Pairing: Happy Lowman x Fem!Reader

OKAY BUT THIS WAS THE BEST THING EVER!!!!! Happy hating Tinder, check. The way they both misunderstood the situation because Happy sucks at communicating. Gawd, I adored it. Domestic Happy always makes me all tingly inside and your domestic Happy lives up to the hype. I read this 3 times in a row because it was so adorable. Their dynamic and the standoff they have during their argument. I LOVE IT ALL!

3. Repeat After Me by @crushed-pink-petals-writes

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader

Ok babes, listen, I’m still blushing over this one. It’s my best kept secret and you really hit that nail on the head (pun intended) with this one. I’ve been fanning my face for a solid two minutes over this. I can’t, it’s too much. TOO GOOD BUT TOO MUCH!!! AHHHHHHHH! Babes, I’m overheating. I’ve forgotten how to function. Hopper, oh HOPPER!

4. breakfast preparation by @twistnet

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader

TWISTY! YOU NEVER MISS!!!!!! A lil breakfast bang, on the counter???? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP! Oof, this really checked off so many boxes and I’m all the better for it. I don’t know how you do it babes, but you’re really out here writing for everyone and everything and you literally DO NOT MISS. You are a superstar!

5. The Books (Crush Drabble) by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

If you haven’t been reading along to Ren’s Crush series, then you’re missing out on an amazing saga of love between these two. BUT THIS DRABBLE. IF YOU CAN EVEN CALL IT THAT???? Wow, just wow. Also shout out to Javi for planning out the next time he can fuck Bonita while he’s still inside her! Please, this man. He can’t get enough of her and I can’t get enough of him not being able to get enough of her.

#crims fic recs #javier peña #happy lowman #jim hopper

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utterlyhopeful-fics · 3 years

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Shotgun Wedding

MASTERLIST

Angel Reyes x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: angsty angst, language, s3 spoilers, (gif not mine!)

Marisol Reyes’s diamond sparkled underneath the grim lighting of the Mayans clubhouse. The diamond she always imagined resting on her ring finger. Y/N stared blankly at the beaming woman glued next to Angel. Y/N tried her damndest to conceal her heartache keeping a calm demeanor. As if cemented in the very place she stood, Y/N didn’t dare move a muscle at the abrupt announcement.

Her ears rung horrendously blocking out the unwelcomed laughter and cheers. Her blood simmered rising in temperature every passing second, but Y/N swore her heart stopped beating the moment Angel wouldn’t…couldn’t look at her. Tranq’s eyes searched the room finding Y/N all too easily, a familiar sadness rested behind her eyes showcasing her inner misery.

Nails’s smile continued to irk Y/N as her fingers wrapped around an empty beer glass.

Angel’s voice boomed through the room next; “That ain’t it..we’re havin a baby!”

Hoots and hollers broke out across the room celebrating the surprising news.

Y/N froze too stunned to glance up from the wood counter she was currently staring holes in. Ezekiel’s eyes followed suit; pity filled and genuine disbelief. Didn’t seem like big bro told him either. Suddenly glass shattered forcing Y/N’s gaze downwards, blood danced down her palm moving delicately towards her wrist. Two shards embedded deeply into her hand as her eyes bulged at the growing mess.

Tranq moved quick grabbing a towel. He hesitated sizing up the shards and their removal. His lips moved but Y/N didn’t hear a thing. A minor pinch resonated from her palm glancing down at the removed bloodstained pieces. Angel chanced a glimpse towards Y/N knowing the damage had been long done.

“Y/N?”

She merely nodded applying more pressure to the cut.

Her voice dead-panned void of any emotion; “Shit, I spaced. Sorry bout the glass.”

His brow scrunched upwards at the overtly monotonous tone. Meanwhile, Y/N busied herself wiping up the crimson liquid. Not more than five seconds later her back was to him as she rushed to the back room. Tranq tailed her closing the door behind him. Her chest heaved unable to catch her breath as she paced in circles.

“Say somethin, anything…”

Y/N stopped, her eyes pierced his gentle ones; “Did you know?”

Without hesitation, Tranq answered; “No idea.”

He sounded just as hurt as she did causing concern to spread throughout her shivering frame; “I thought you and Nails were—”

“Me too. Guess not.”

Unshed tears begged for release but Y/N fought harder. Her voice sounded broken, laced in pain; “I hate him.”

Tranq rubbed her shoulder soothingly; “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N.”

Her shoulders deflated; “It’s not your fault. It’s fucking mine for giving him another god damn chance.”

“Stop. They made their choice. Does it fucking suck? Hell yeah, but it’s outta our hands for good. Don’t let that shit spread.”

“Your optimism is annoying as hell.”

His hand grazed over her chin keeping her attention; ““He doesn’t deserve you; he never fucking did.”

“And she’s a total bitch for blowing you off and running back to him the second he turns her damn direction.”

“I don’t want to hurt like this anymore, T. Angel will never choose me and that’s a hard pill to swallow. But seriously? Seriously? He fucking parades her around, proposes to her, and then knocks her up?! What fresh hell did I walk into tonight?”

“You and me both.”

Her fingers carefully grazed along the liquor bottles aligning the farthest wall; “I think I’m going to miss you the most.”

Confusion clouded his thoughts; “You—you’re leaving?”

“I have to. I can’t just stay here and watch him play house. Angel’s left me no other choice.”

Tranq closed the gap between them bringing her into his chest. Her arms wrapped around him trying to memorize every possible detail.

“I still have a phone, ya know. I’ll keep you in the loop, promise.”

“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. And undoubtedly worth loving. Don’t let him take that away.”

“You, my friend, have a way with words. This isn’t goodbye.”

“Just a see you later?”

The hallway light shone brightly as the door swung ajar. Picking up one foot in front of the other, Y/N stride didn’t falter instead focusing her energy straight ahead on the exit until an unwelcoming voice echoed out for her.

“Y/N, wait up!”

She began a light jog attempting to make a clean getaway. Heavy footsteps clogged about alerting her of another presence. Y/N fumbled for her keys but not before Angel Reyes caught up.

“There’s nothing left to say, Reyes. Your announcement made that crystal clear. Now go the fuck away.”

“At least gimme a minute to explain.”

“Explain what? How you told me you loved me TWO DAYS AGO and then proceeded to propose to your fuck buddy? Oh, congrats on the baby by the way. I hope you both burn in hell.”

Angel held her arm keeping her in place; Y/N fought against his grasp; “You’re a selfish, irredeemable shell of a bastard.”

“I know.”

“I love you, all of you so damn much. But I’m sick and tired of the bullshit. You’ve obviously made your decision, Gel. I gotta get out of here for a while.”

Guilt ran down his spine seeping into his stiff bones. Angel opened his mouth but no words followed. Not once in the last twelve hours had he stopped running at full speed. Now with the dust finally settling, Angel’s actions finally caught up with him.

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

Her jaw nearly hit the ground at the audacity of this asshole; “I bet your fiancé is looking for you. Should probably head back.”

The words held a finality Angel wasn’t sure he was ready to embrace. His mind screamed at him to be honest, to tell Y/N she was the reason he got outta bed every day. But then Nails told him she was pregnant and the rest of the world became a blur. Angel never actually expected to lose Y/N. Now his reality had shifted, altered on its very axis and there wasn’t a goddamn thing he could do about it. The car door creaked open and shut in record time. Blurred headlights were all that remained as the distance grew further and further between them. Crickets chirped far too loudly as the silence set in. It was time for Angel to let Y/N go even if his heart resisted.

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starrynite7114 · 3 years

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perfume (drabble)

A/N: Hello peeps! Mayans Season 3 is almost done and I guess I’m here with a drabble. I got the request and the inspiration just flowed. I’m not going to lie, my inspiration has been non-existent lately due to personal reasons. I’m trying little by little, but I think my muse for Angel is not as strong as before. If anything, you might even see me posting for Rio, Ez, Miguel and Bucky Barnes. Regardless, I hope you will all bear with me, I am trying to finish all my works in progress for Angel, I do not want to leave any of you hanging. You never know, my muse might return!

I hope everyone has been well. It feels like it’s been ages, but it’s only been a few months and everything is just kicking my butt.

Please enjoy this little drabble! <3

Requested by anon! Thank you!

i don't know if you take requests or not, but please if you do can you make this tiktok with angel??🥺? like she sees the tiktok and think abt doing it with angel when he comes home tired or anything you think is good...

thank you very much and if u don't feel like writing it i understand ❤️

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Word count: 730

You yawned, your head against Angel’s pillow as you watched the next episode of Shadow and Bone. Angel was out late due to a late run called by Bishop. You tried your best to stay awake since you wanted to see Angel. With how busy the club was and how busy you were at work, you’ve only seen Angel a few times this week.

You were used to it, you’ve been together for six years, this was just another busy season. You heard the rumble of his motorcycle which woke you up. Sitting up, you leaned against the headboard and placed a pillow in front of you. The door opened and your boyfriend’s voice reverberated throughout your house.

“Mi Dulce, I’m home.” Angel called out.

“Room, baby.” You replied.

Angel walked in, kutte already off and boots gone. “Let me shower.” He walked over to you and dropped a kiss on your lips. “Hi mami, you look good.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words and you smiled. “Such a charmer.”

“Only to you baby.”

He walked out and left you to your own devices. You paused Shadow and Bone, opening TikTok. It was addicting but such a blessing during this pandemic. Scrolling through, you saw a woman talking about spraying perfume in between your breast and shoving your significant other’s face between them. You looked at your perfume on your vanity. Standing up, you pulled your tank top down and sprayed your perfume. When you sat back down, you heard the water turn off. Settling in your previous spot, Angel walked in with just a towel around his waist.

Your boyfriend was too fucking sinful.

“Like what you see?” Angel smirked.

“Yeah, Ben Barnes is looking good.” You matched his smirk, giving him a wink as well.

Angel looked at the screen and rolled his eyes. “He’s on another fucking show?”

“Yes, he is.” You opened your legs and arms, “cuddle?”

As much as Angel wanted to fuck you, he was exhausted. He wanted to lay down and just hold you or be held by you, regardless, he just wanted to relax. He slipped on some boxers and basketball shorts before joining you in bed.

He crawled over to you and laid his head in between your breasts. You hugged his head to your chest, kissing his forehead, rubbing your fingers through his hair. Angel breathed you in and he was immediately intoxicated with your scent. He knew that perfume, it was your favorite one.

“Fuck baby,” he breathed in your scent again, burying his head further into your chest. Your fingers continued to run through his hair and it was lulling him to sleep. “I love you.”

“Me too.”

Angel poked you, hating it when you replied in such a nonchalant way. He looked up from your chest, glaring at you.

“Okay, Jesus Christ, I love you too.” You kissed his forehead again.

“Thank you.” He turned to face your chest again.

“Everything go okay?” You questioned as you resumed your show.

“No, but I don’t want to talk about it.” His voice was muffled by your skin. “How was your day?”

You continued to rub his head. “Good, you know fending off men.”

Angel’s head shot up and you laughed. You hugged his head towards your chest and kissed the top of his head. “I’m joking. It was fine, busy, but it was fine.”

“I can’t believe you started this show without me.” He pretended to whine, knowing fully well he didn’t care for the show.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You said you didn’t want to watch it!”

“Yes, but I’ll watch it cause it’s our thing.” He snuggled further into your chest. You were his favorite pillow.

You and Angel always watched TV shows together. You two took turns picking and this was the first time you veered from that tradition.

“I feel betrayed.” Angel added.

You laughed. “Babe, did you want to see me gush over Ben?”

“Yes, I don’t care as long as I’m there with you.” His voice was fading, you knew he was getting sleepy. Today was such a tense day, but having your arms around him, your scent invading his senses, he was at peace.

And just like that, Angel fell asleep. You heard his light snores and smiled. Maybe TikTok wasn’t all about pranks, sometimes, it could be useful.

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twistnet · 1 year

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firefly [ series masterlist ]

series summary ; in times of weakness or fear, look for the light — you struggle to survive in the now post-apocalyptic world currently overrun with infected. and now tasked with escorting a man and girl cross the country in hopes of a cure, you’re finding alot more to fight and survive for

pairing ; ellie williams x female!reader [ no use of yn ]

warnings ; warnings are subject to change with each posted chapter ; this series may contain themes such as explicit language, sexual content, violence, alcohol and triggering topics such as : anxiety, nightmares and death. please read at your own risk.

word count ; [ in-progress ] 10.8k

notes ; no description or background is given about the reader -- if anything is given, details are vague and meant to be as general as possible

chapter one ; quarantine zone ⇢ twenty years after the initial outbreak of the cordyceps virus, people are still struggling to survive among the wastelands of the boston quarantine zone. and you are no stranger in having to do what it takes to survive

chapter two ; outskirts ⇢ the outskirts of the quarantine zone are trivial to navigate, and you are slowly starting to find out just how difficult this mission is about to become the longer you trek towards the capitol building

chapter three ; bill’s town ꒰ coming soon — 03/20 ꒱ ⇢ meeting up with joel’s ‘friend’ is going about as great as you had expected it too -- not great. and now, it seems you’re only hoping of getting out of this boobytrapped, infected ridden town is to get a battery from an old fedra truck on the other side of town

chapter four ; pittsburg ꒰ coming soon — 03/20 ꒱ ⇢ making it to pittsburg? easy. getting out of pittsburg after you’ve been ambushed and chased through the streets of the old quarantine zone by a group of hunters that have no regard for human life? fucking difficult and adding a whole other layer to this job you and joel have taken on

chapter five ; the suburbs ꒰ coming soon — 03/20 ꒱ ⇢ threats still seem to linger around every corner, and it seems your group is not quite done with the horrors of the pittsburg quarantine zone. and part of you begins to speculate whether this journey to find fireflies is worth it, given the amount of deaths that seems to follow you everywhere

chapter six ; wyoming ꒰ coming soon — 03/24 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter seven ; go big horns ꒰ coming soon — 03/24 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter eight ; left behind ꒰ coming soon — 03/24 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter nine ; lakeside ꒰ coming soon — 03/27 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter ten ; salt lake city ꒰ coming soon — 03/27 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter eleven ; home ꒰ coming soon — 03/27 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter twelve ; settled ꒰ coming soon — 03/31 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter thirteen ; birthday gift ꒰ coming soon — 03/31 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter fourteen ; finding strings ꒰ coming soon — 03/31 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter fifteen ; return ꒰ coming soon — 04/03 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter sixteen ; jackson ꒰ coming soon — 04/03 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter seventeen ; seattle day one ꒰ coming soon — 04/03 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter eighteen ; seattle day two ꒰ coming soon — 04/07 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter nineteen ; seattle day three ꒰ coming soon — 04/07 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter twenty ; the dome ꒰ coming soon — 04/07 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter twenty-one ; santa barbara ꒰ coming soon — 04/10 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

chapter twenty-two ; endings ꒰ coming soon — 04/10 ꒱ ⇢ summary coming soon

#twistnet #twistnet :: masterlists #twistnet :: series #series :: firefly

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band--psycho · 3 years

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March (2)

‘The power of storytelling is exactly this: to bridge the gap where everything else has crumbled.’ Enjoy this fic rec list full of wonderful stories written by such talented authors 💕

Fic Rec 2021 Masterlist

Marvel

Peter Parker

Peter Parker x Reader-You Belong With Me by @spideyyboii

Peter Parker x Reader-Give Yourself A Try by @waitimcomingtoo

Peter Parker x Reader-Scary Movies by @friendlyneighbourhood-parker

Peter Parker x Reader by @myriadimagines

Peter Parker x Reader-Vanilla Twilight by @gogos-corner

Peter Parker x Reader-So, We Got Detention by @rejectofsociety

Peter Parker x Reader-The Intern by @misformarvel

Peter Parker x MJ-A Funny Story,Actually by @centerofthegalaxywrites

Peter Parker x Reader (College AU) by @elijahs-wife

Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers x Reader-Jealous Confessions by @unhealthy-netflix-tings

Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader(AU)-Let Me Guide You Child by @little-diable

Bucky Barnes x Reader-Better Than Working by @angrythingstarlight

Bucky Barnes x Reader-Cake by @jamielea81

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

Steve x Bucky x Reader-Wrong Place, Wrong Time by @jamesbuchananxsteviegrant

Steve x Bucky x Reader-Locker Room by @honeysucklesteve

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff x Reader-The Forever That I Lost by @somewhatgreatexpectations

Wanda Maximoff x Reader-I Just Want You by @may-fanfic

Natasha Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff x Reader-Bad Idea by @wandavixen

Natasha Romanoff x Reader-Comfort by @yourmcu

Natasha Romanoff x Reader-Two Years Gone by @king-star

Natasha Romanoff x Reader-A Relaxing Night by @lighthouseinthemiddleofnowhere

Loki Laufeyson

Loki Laufeyson x Reader-Jealous by @greyslytherin

Sam Wilson

Sam Wilson x Reader-Danger by @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

Sam Wilson x Reader-When The Universe Collides by @thirstyforcharacters

Sam Wilson x Reader-Seduction by @lokirels

Sam Wilson x Reader-Jam Jar by @buckybarnes101

Harry Potter Era

Ron Weasley

Ron Weasley x Reader- Wild hearts by @gryffindors-weasley

Ron Weasley x Reader-Only Uphill From Here by @hufflepuffsthunderdome

Fred Weasley

Fred Weasley x Reader-I’ve Missed You by @fqjth

Fred Weasley x Reader-Dreams by @slytherweasley

Fred Weasley x Reader-Bad Days by @acosmis-t

Fred Weasley x Reader-Go To Sleep by @1-800-amortentia

Fred Weasley x Reader-All I Want Is Now by @evermoreweasley

Fred Weasley x Reader-In His Dreams by @wandsandwheezes

Fred Weasley x Reader-Freddie’s Girl by @sunflowerdarlingx

Fred Weasley x Reader-Tutor by @spicedcinnamoncake

George Weasley

George Weasley imagine-Dear Freddie by @weasleyyy

Ginny Weasley

Ginny Weasley x Reader-Little Miss Perfect by @amourtentiaa

Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin x Fem!student reader-Self Love by @seriouslysnape

Remus Lupin x Reader by @moonyslovely

Marauders Era

Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin x Reader-Full Moons by @moonys-chocolate-bar

Remus Lupin x Reader-Truly Madly Deeply by @skelliie

Remus Lupin x Reader-Beautiful, From The Moment They Met by @rowema-ravenclaw

Remus Lupin x Reader-Wedding Bells by @charlottesmidnight

Remus x Lupin x Reader-New Beginnings by @avyannadawn

Sirius Black

Sirius Black x Reader-Good Girl Games by @thatdumbbrunette

James Potter

James Potter x Reader-Sunlight by @wonderfilworld

James Potter x Reader-The Moon And The Sun by @reguluscore

Sons Of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Jax Teller x Reader-The One by @lilacyennefer

Jax Teller x Reader-That Thing You Do by @twistnet

Jax Teller x Reader-All Fucking Mine, Bitch by @hotdamnhunnam

Lord Of The Rings/ The Hobbit

Thorin Oakenshield-The Hobbit

Thorin x Reader by @rainydaymiddleearthimagines

Aragorn-Lord Of The Rings

Aragorn x Reader-Lessons by @ipostsmut

Aragorn x Reader-Hope by @elvish-sky

Aragorn x ReaderBye Baby, Bye by @midearthwritings

Aragorn x Reader-We Were Oblivious by @game-ofthe-company

Aragorn x Reader-Better Me Than You by @writingfromkitchenator

Aragorn x Reader-The Long Fight by @justauthoring

Aragorn x Reader-Ranger’s Love by @zaraquinn

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Dean Winchester x Reader-Icarus by @watermelonlipstick

Dean Winchester x Reader-Unscented by @holylulusworld

Sam Winchester

Knight!Sam (Winchester) Masterlist by @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Other

Seth Rollins x Reader The Kingslayer’s Epiphany by @wrestlersownmyheart

Jensen Ackles x Reader-Mile Six by @whatareyousearchingfordean

Jon Snow x Reader-This Time Forever by @fandomvariousness

Harvey Specter x Reader-Just Another Bruise by @rebelwrites

Robin Buckley x Reader-Vanilla Caramel Swirl by @losermultifandomidiot

Richard Roper x Reader-Bang Bang by @thamberlinawrites

Negan Imagine-Find Me by @thewalkingdead-imagines

#fic rec 2021 #fic recommendation #fic reccomendations #fanfic #fanfic related #fic recommendation 2021

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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How about some rough dirty talk head cannons for Billy Russo if you don't mind me asking? What are some things he'd say during sex? Bonus points if you elaborate on what he's doing as he says them. 😜

I see your challenge and I’m here for it! Bless you for giving me the chance to get in my dirty inappropriate thots for Billy Russo. Ugh, you have no idea how good this makes me feel. Ya’ll really coming for my entire thotty existence and I love you all dearly for it, yes I do.

FYI.. I feel like I went a little overboard. I hope I didn’t but yeah... I uh... Got carried away a wee lil bit. Apologies in advance for this rude fucker and his dirty ass mouth. Also, his smidge of a humiliation kink (giving)...

Warnings:

{ NSFW CONTENT. NO MINORS.} If you’re underage, this was not written for you nor should you be reading it. If you continue to read after this warning, this is now strictly a you problem and there’s honestly nothing I can do about it because I warned you clearly.

If you are sticking around, here are some things you need to be aware of going into the post: mentions of public foreplay, fingering / handjobs, grinding, blow jobs, unprotected sex, oral sex against a window, humiliation/degradation kink heavily suggested and that’s it.

Tagging:

Once again, there is absolutely no one, not a soul on my Punisher tag list. If you’d like to be on it, please tell me or add yourself to the doc I’ve linked below. It’ll make me so very happy.

I’m gonna throw a no pressure tag out to @chasingeverybreakingwave and @twistnet because I know they both like Punisher and I think they might get a kick out of this. Absolutely no pressure, ya’ll.

Other Stuff:

[ faq | nsfw masterlist - no minors | tag list doc ]

BILLY RUSSO & DIRTY TALK;

♡ “Look at you, dripping already. And no panties? Fuck yeah.” is said in a low and husky whisper as his hand travels up the hem of your skirt. He’s cupping and squeezing your pussy and bucking himself into you. The man doesn’t care where you’re at currently, he’s only got one thing on his mind right now and that’s just to see how much of a mess he can make you before the end of the night.

♡ “Keep it up princess. I’ll fuck you right here, right now. In front of everybody.” -and as he says it, you have absolutely no doubt in your mind that he will fuck you in front of everybody. And probably enjoy the hell out of it as he does. You’re teasing him on the dance floor, your ass rubbing right against the way he’s straining at the expensive suit pants he’s wearing. His hands are all over you, getting lower and lower. Going up the bottom of your dress. Holding you against him so you don’t dare put any distance between your bodies.

♡ “Eyes up here. I want to watch you swallow every last drop.” his fingers are buried in your hair. You’re down on your knees under the table or in front of him as he leans against the wall of the elevator. Your tongue dances over the length of his thick cock, circling the tip. teasing. You’re giving back in the teasing department as good as you get and he’s so wound up that he’s actually kind of pulling your hair. Pushing your mouth down on his cock as far as you can take him in your throat. Until you feel tears stinging at your eyes and you’ve hit your gag reflex. He chuckles and bites his lip and then he asks in a growling whisper, “You gonna be daddy’s little cum slut tonight? I bet you’d like that, huh? Do you wanna swallow it all like a good little slut?”

♡ The second you’re in the privacy of your hotel room / apartment, etc.. Billy has you pressed tits first against the floor to ceiling glass window and he’s chuckling, a low dark sound against the shell of your ear as he muses, “I bet you’d like it if I just slammed my cock inside you right now. Right in front of this window where everybody out there can see you take my cock.”. He’s thrusting himself against you over and over and his mouth is all over your neck. “Turn around, princess. Eyes on me.” he mutters. You turn around as instructed and he sinks down to his knees in front of you. Pushing the bottom of your dress up over your hips. “Watch me lick you clean.”

♡ When he cums, he’s growling. Moaning your name. Bucking his hips erratically at a bruising pace against yours. “Shit. Fuck. Shiiiit. Goddamn I love the way you cling to my cock. Tell me how it feels, me filling you up like this. Say it loud.”

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Disaster Dates: Perfectly Safe

Coco Cruz x F!Reader

Disaster Dates Masterlist

Prompt from This Post: Person A and Person B go to an amusement park together and decide to ride a roller coaster but the ride gets stuck while they’re on it.

Warnings: language, smoking, heights

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Coco being afraid of heights was a decision I made on the fly and I’m very happy with it lmao

General Mayans Taglist: @thesandbeneathmytoes @paintballkid711 @buckybarneshairpullingkink @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @queenbeered @kelpies-shed @sesamepancakes @yourwonkywriter @chibsytelford @gemini0410 @multiyfandomgirl40 @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead @plentyoffandoms @georgiaaintnopeach @twistnet @garbinge @themoonandthewicked @bucky-iss-bae @encounterthepast @rosieposie0624 @mylittlelonelyappreciationtoo @mijop @xladymacbethx @blessedboo @holl2712 @lakamaa12 @masterlistforimagines @lilah1903 @toni9 @shadow-of-wonder @crowfootwrites @redpoodlern @punkgoddess-98 @black-repunzel99 @lexondeck @mrsstevenbuchananstark @lovebishoplosamiguelgalindos @amorestevens @angelreyesisdaddy04 @mijagif @frattsparty @winchestershiresauce @bellisperennis0 @beardburnsupersoldiers @mveggieburger @thanossexual @xeniarocks @choochoo284 @littlekittymeow @beardsanddetectives @bruxasolta @i-love-scott-mccall @slut-bitch-brat @withmyteeth @flacalatke (If you want to be added to my taglists, let me know!)

A trip to the amusement park had been your idea. Coco didn’t believe you at first, when that had been the response to what you wanted to do that weekend. Your answers were usually much less involved, like wanting to spend the day cruising around on the bike, wanting to set aside time to do dinner and a movie, every now and then you’d ask to go on a hike together or check out whatever cool new thing was happening a town or two over. But you’d never asked to go to an amusement park.

He didn’t even remember the last time that he’d even been to one. The carnival came to town every year and he’d been to that, but he couldn’t remember when he last went to a real amusement park. He agreed to go, not ever being good at saying no to you even if he liked to think that he was.

“We should take the car,” you said as you shimmied into a pair of denim shorts. Coco nodded, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t listening to a single word you said. You threw your pajama shorts at him, laughing when they smacked him in the face, “Johnny, you listening?”

He shook his head, tossing the shorts over his shoulder, “’Course I’m listening.”

“Yea?” you placed your hands on your hips, “What’d I say, then?”

He paused, the moments stretching longer in the silence, “Alright, yea, no, I wasn’t listening.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you repeated yourself, “I said that we should take the car.”

“Oh, yea, I heard that,” a smirk curled the edge of his mouth as he spoke and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes and smile at him.

Most times when the two of you went anywhere together, you took the bike. You enjoyed it, and it was definitely Coco’s preferred way to get from one place to another. However, it’d been so long since the two of you drove somewhere together in the car that Coco forgot all the good parts about it. Mainly, he could turn and look over at you whenever he wanted. You got to play DJ and he got to listen to you sing, sometimes a little (or a lot) offkey, and there were so few things in his world that felt as wholesome as that. You kicked your feet up onto the dashboard, dancing as much as you could while confined to the passenger seat, and Coco made a mental note to offer to drive the two of you places in the car a little more often.

“Let’s go!” you leapt out of the car once he put it in park.

Coco laughed, shaking his head as you adjusted the drawstring bag that hung off your shoulders. He had no idea why you felt the need to pack supplies for going to an amusement park, but you simply reassured him that you would be thanking him later.

You pulled Coco around the park with such ease, he wondered how often you really came here. He threw the question out there, curious to your answer.

When you told him that you hadn’t been there in a long time, not since long before the two of you had gotten together, it only confused him more how easily you were still able to navigate the place, “You got Boy Scout Brain or something?”

You laughed, interlocking your hand with his and lightly swinging them, “That what you guys call it these days?” you shook your head, “My friends and I came here all the time in college. I have no idea why, because it’s not exactly close, or cost effective. But we didn’t really do much else, I guess.”

“You’ve always been kinda weird, huh?” he chuckled.

You attempted to push him away and let go of his hand, but he saw it coming, tightening his grip as he pulled you close. You let him kiss the side of your head, “You should be thankful for that. You wouldn’t be able to stand me if I wasn’t.”

Despite the heat, and the fact that the park was pretty busy, both of you were enjoying the day. You dragged Coco to all of your favorite rides, treating him to the unhealthiest food anyone could ever desire as a reward. The two of you made a pitstop at the arcade they had set up. You beat him at one of the shooting games they had and you knew right then and there that you weren’t ever going to let him live that down. You were tempted to text the groupchat with the guys right then and there, but you decided you’d rather break the news in person.

“Shit’s not even realistic,” Coco tried to fake his annoyance, but he wasn’t any good at it. The smile was still visible on his face as you did your little victory dance before putting the fake shotgun back in its rightful place.

“That W was real, though,” you laughed as you linked your fingers together again, making your way towards the door of the arcade.

Coco had let you take him on almost every rollercoaster and ride with zero complaints. A few got wary looks from him because they didn’t look like the most stable, and you couldn’t quite blame him for that. But the odds if your guys’ turn being the one that broke the thing entirely? Not likely. And those were odds that Coco wasn’t willing to argue with you over.

“Okay, this is the only one we haven’t gone on yet,” you were jittering with excitement as you pulled him towards the line of people waiting for their turn to ride.

He craned his neck, looking up, trying to see the top of the ride. He didn’t even get a good look at it and he was already shaking his head at you. You chuckled at his reaction, continuing to tug him along anyway. His steps became a little slower, giving you a little more resistance as he tried to figure out a good way to shoot down the idea.

“No way,” short, sweet, and to the point had always been his go-to.

You laughed, “Why not?”

“Are we lookin’ at the same thing right now?” he vaguely gestured to the ride with the hand that wasn’t holding yours.

“What?” you looked up at it, “It’s the drop-tower.”

“Yea,” he shook his head, “Fuck that.”

“Have you ever—”

“Fuck no,” he didn’t even let you finish the question.

You couldn’t help your laughter. All the things that Coco had ever done in his life, the number of times he had quite literally stared death in the face, and the drop tower was about to get the best of him. It was hard to believe.

“It’s fun!”

He turned and looked at you head-on, managing to pry his eyes off the ride, “You’re fuckin’ with me right now, right?”

“Nope,” you popped the p as you tried to suppress another laugh. Leaning against him, you batted your eyelashes at him, “C’mon, try it once. If you really end up hating it that much, I’ll never make you do it again,” you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was about to open his mouth to argue with you, so you cut him off before he could start, “It’s part of the experience,” you cranked your puppy-dog eyes up to the max, “Please, Johnny?”

It as evident on his face as soon as you said his name that there was no resolve left in him. He sighed, shoulders sagging just slightly as he gave in to the idea, “Alright. I’m only doin’ this shit once though.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best?” you kissed his cheek as the two of you found your place in line together.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head at you, but you could still see the slightest hint of a smirk on his face. His amusement with you always outweighed whatever annoyance he might’ve felt.

“This was a stupid fuckin’ idea,” his eyes were glued to his feet as the park employee walked away after strapping him in.

You laughed, hands wrapping around and gripping the supports that were holding all of you in, “It’s gonna be fun!”

Coco looked over at you, and it was written all over his face that he was coming up with something witty, and undoubtedly vulgar, to say in response to all of your pep over the situation. However, he didn’t get the chance as the circle of seats shot up towards the top of the tower. Coco had the advantage of his screams being lost in the mix with everyone else’s. You screamed, too, but a smile punctuated the end of it unlike Coco who had never looked more regretful in the entire time that you’d known him.

The drill was always more or less the same on any drop tower—they’d let you hover at the top for a bit, do a slight drop to get everyone’s adrenaline pumping, pull you all the way back up to the top, sit for a few seconds that felt like an eternity, and then you’d get the real drop. Sometimes they’d drag it out with an extra fake-out or two, but it was generally the same formula. So, all of that to say, you pretty much knew what was coming and even though it was all still exciting and a little scary, the real prize in all of it was Coco’s reactions to it all.

You’d all been at the top of a small stretch of time, and Coco was getting impatient. He just wanted it all to be over with. He looked over at you, brows furrowed, “When are they gonna—”

He didn’t get to finish the sentence as you all got sent for your first mini-drop. The ride jerked to a halt about a quarter of the way back down, slowly creeping back to the top. You couldn’t hear everything Coco was muttering to himself, but you heard enough expletives to know that he would not be taking a return trip to this ride ever again.

When you reached the top again, there was an odd creaking sound followed by a few clunks that didn’t sound good. Nothing happened, but you weren’t sure if that was more or less concerning than just dropping down to the bottom. Instead of the typical groans and turning of gears on the ride, the machinery was completely silent.

“Hmm,” as the seconds continued to tick by, you couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t a little concerning.

“What’d you say?” Coco looked over at you, eyes a little wider than usual.

“Nothing. I, I didn’t say anything.”

“When are they gonna let us off? I’m gettin’ fuckin’ dizzy up here.”

You didn’t want to lie to him, plus it’s not like that was ever something that you’d been good at anyway. But you also didn’t want to tell him the truth either, what you were thinking. You looked up, the sky feeling so much closer and you had to admit that it threw you off for a moment before you replied, “I think we might be stuck.”

“What?!” you didn’t have to be looking at him to feel his eyes boring into you.

It wasn’t like the situation was in your control at all, but you still felt guilty. You weren’t the one who broke the ride, but you were the one who convinced him to come along on it when he didn’t want to. It’d been working just fine all day. Seriously, what were the odds?

He shook his head, “You gotta be kiddin’ me, ma. You drag me on this shit and now we’re stuck up here?!”

You couldn’t blame him for his frustration, but there was literally nothing that you could do to make the situation better, “There’s gotta be something they can do, an override or something to get us back down. It’ll be fine,” you mostly believed what you were saying.

“If we get down—”

“When,” you corrected, not wanting him to get too dramatic.

“We’re never comin’ back here again.”

Before he could get any more worked up, a voice came out over the speakers above your heads. You never thought about the fact that they must’ve built those in, like they did on every ride in the park to play music out of. They reassured you that you were all perfectly safe, that there were precautions in place, and that they were working to resolve the issue as quickly as possible.

You knew better than to look over at Coco after the announcement clicked off. He certainly wasn’t the only one not coping well with the current circumstances, but he was the only one who you had to drive home with after it was all over with.

“Why prep for some shit like this?” he shook his head, “Why not just build somethin’ that doesn’t fuckin’ break?”

The urge to laugh wasn’t from the fact that the situation was funny, but you couldn’t deny that his plain rationale was a little amusing. You knew it was a rhetorical question, so you kept your mouth shut.

“Least we didn’t get stuck upside down or something,” you said as you swung your legs back and forth in the air.

Coco turned and looked at you, “You serious?”

You did your best to shrug in your current seating situation, “What? It’s true! All the blood would be rushing to your head or something.”

“If I wasn’t strapped into this thing right now, ma, I swear to god—” he stopped himself short when he heard the sound of the ride kicking back into gear. It was the only time he’d looked at all relieved throughout this whole ordeal.

Part of you wondered if they were still going to give you all the thrill of the drop, but it would probably be better if they didn’t. The same poor kid who had to make the first announcement came back on to make the next one, saying that you were all going to be safely lowered down.

By the look on Coco’s face, he was also wishing that they would just do the drop, anything to wrap up the whole ordeal as quickly as possible. He was shaking his head the entire way down, hands twitching since there was nothing he could do about any of it.

The safety bars released, and you were all allowed to finish unbuckling yourselves so that you could get off the ride. Employees were coming around to check on everyone, letting you all know that if you wanted to talk to a manager about a refund or pretty much whatever else your heart desired, you could. But they hardly got a word out before Coco tucked his hand into yours and pulled you away from the ride, wanting to put as much distance between you and it as possible.

The only sound made between you were Coco’s boots on the blacktop. You wanted to say something, but you figured that when Coco wanted to talk, he would. His grip on your hand was tight, but it wasn’t angry. It was a reassuring grip, more of a grounding one than anything else.

It wasn’t surprising to you in the slightest when you two made your way back out the gates of the park. The second you stepped out into the parking lot, Coco reached, pulling a pack of cigarettes out and lighting one.

“I love you,” he said as he exhaled a stream of smoke.

“I love you t—”

“But you don’t get to pick shit for dates for awhile,” he shook his head as he took another drag.

You laughed, nodding as you fished the car keys out of the bag, “That’s fair,” you let a few moments of silence pass between the two of you before speaking up again, “But besides the last ten minutes or so, it was a pretty good day, right?”

He shot you a little bit of side-eye, “That was a long last ten minutes, you know.”

“But you said you still love me,” you slipped your hand back into his, “No take-backs.”

It got a real laugh out of him, a puff of smoke going with it, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

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An EZ Reyes x reader Where angel burst into ez’s trailer and the reader is there just sleeping in a thong n one of ez’s shirts and angel yells to ez who’s working on a bike or something “next time you leave your girl at least put a blanket on her, her ass is out n everything” and like some members of the crew walk over to the trailer to see jokingly.

A/N: This was actually very fun to write, thank you!🍓

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Angel was frozen in place, still at the door of EZ’s trailer. He chuckled and went inside to grab whatever his brother had asked him, and he couldn’t help but look at you: sprawled out on the makeshift bed, just one of your boyfriend’s shirts on, but it had ridden up in your sleep, leaving your lace underwear and your backside completely exposed. It was hot outside, and you had showed up at the yard feeling tired, so EZ had told you to go in his trailer and make yourself comfortable while waiting for him to finish working.

Angel made his way out, trying not to make too much noise while shutting the door, but as soon as he got near his brother, he patted him on the shoulder, making him take his eyes off the bike he was working on. “Next time you leave your girl in there, at least make sure to put a blanket on her… she’s almost naked”, he grinned as his brother looked at him, then at the trailer, speechless.

“Who’s naked?”, Coco made his way towards the two brothers, and Angel pointed with his thumb at EZ’s trailer. “She’s not naked”, EZ corrected him, going back to work, not noticing Coco going over to the trailer, faking having to light a cigarette, while he just wanted to get a peak. Angel never moved, watching Coco with a smirk on his face.

A loud “daaamn” made everyone turn around, to see Coco laughing with Angel, just near the window of the trailer. “Yo, boy scout! She got a sister?”, and everyone started chuckling. EZ got up with a huff, quickly striding over to where they were standing, and he could clearly see you peacefully sleeping in just his shirt.

You were woken up by the door closing, hearing heavy steps coming towards you. You smiled when you felt the bed dip, your eyes still closed. “Are you done, baby?”, you groggily whispered, sneaking a hand around EZ’s massive arm to try and pull him down with you. “No, querida, I still got a bit more. I just came to get you a blanket”, he smiled, kissing your forehead and you groaned. He chuckled, caressing your cheek, “I promise I won’t take long. Te quiero”. You opened one eye and hummed approvingly, one of your hands coming to cover his while your eyes scanned his body, taking in the sweat, the work clothes, the way-

“Get some for me, too!”, Coco cheered from outside, making EZ groan because he ruined the moment. You could hear laughter and you furrowed your brows, clearly confused. “Don’t listen to them – he bent down and softly kissed you, lingering his lips on yours, not wanting to pull away yet – I gotta get back, see ya later”, he kissed you again and you raised your head to follow his lips once he pulled back, making him laugh. “Mh, later”, you turned back to your previous position, face down on the bed, as EZ made sure you were covered before going out into the yard again.

“Not a word”, he said as he passed his brothers, who were snickering like school girls.

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