#i want everyone to be like coco in that last ask when they read this

[razorblade180]

Actor Au 5

Actor au 4 <-

Ruby:🎶Guess who’s back? Back again. *flips camera*

Adam:Not me! *thumbs up* Let’s get to filming! Wooo!

Crew:Wooooooo!

xxxxx

Ruby:Well look who it is, back at the food table.

Yang:*bites doughnut* It’s 5am on a beach. The sun is down and so is my body temperature.

Ruby:At least you don’t have to be near the water. Happy to be back?

Yang:Hell yeah. Let’s get this shit.

xxxx

Interviewer:How’s it feel to be back on screen after so long.

Ozpin:Pretty shocked if I’m being honest, but in a good way. I got so used to cozy pjs and being a voice. Roman walks over and goes “We’ll shoot your scene tomorrow.” I look around and go “pardon?” and he nods. Just goes “yeah you and your son shoot tomorrow.

Oscar:He’s downplaying his excitement.

Interview:Were you excited?

Oscar:I read what my scene was and had to double check if my contract had expired.

Ruby:Thought it was your last episode?

Oscar:Yes! You literally came up to me and said “ready for me to kill you?” Keep in mind, we don’t film everything in order. Luckily I finally got briefed.

Ruby:It felt appropriate because Ozpin looked at me with pure joy and and said “Finally I get to fight you.”

xxxxx

Director:Alright Neo, you’re just getting from the crash and you are seething. And… Action.

Neo:*stands up*….FUCK!

Director:Cut! Neo!!

Neo:I know! I know! *snickers* Could you imagine though?

xxxxxx

Weiss:*throws fake rock*

Another prop rock comes in off screen and misses her completely, hitting Blake.

Blake:Oh shi-

Weiss:…*turns around* Nora, how?

Nora:*covering face* I don’t know how I missed.

Blake:You curved ball a rubber rock. I’m not even hurt; only impressed.

xxxxx

Blake:I can’t believe it! The Rusted Knight, in person!

Jaune:You did well JNPR. *slowly lefts helm-

Helmet gets stuck.

Jaune:…*keeps helmet on, nods, walks away*

Ruby and Yang: *wheezing*

Blake:W-Wait! We..pfft..*drops to knees* tell us who you are hahaha.

Weiss:Did it snag the beard?

Jaune:A hundred percent!!

*Bloop!*

Jaune:*removes helmet*…..I just yanked out some beard hair I’m sorry. *eyes watering*

Coco: *off screen* Let me trim it down just a little!!!

xxxxx

Ruby:When they told this volume would have a focus on Ruby’s crumbling emotional state I was excited. I barely get to play with negative emotions often so I was ready! However, I was not prepared for Jaune to have to grow out his hair.

Jaune:Hahaha!

Ruby:Do you understand how hard it is to maintain sad vibes when in rehearsal this guy is walking around in a man bun!?

Interviewer:So the hair was all real?

Jaune:Yeah I originally got a call from Adam who asked if I knew anyone who could pull off an older version of myself. Instantly I went to my dad, however, I did not know at the time my character would be old for the majority of the volume. Love my dad, but he can’t fake act through a volume. Second best option was growing out my hair and hitting the gym.

Adam:We basically shot all of his scenes when he was young at once so long ago at this point. Then during vacation and all that in between volumes this man was obligated to not cut his hair as much as possible. My sister, Coco, did practical makeup to add age as well.

Jaune:Never again.

Interviewer:Fans like the look!

Jaune:Oh I get it. It’s the mainly the beard I wouldn’t want again. All the lights are fire scenes were soooo hot! I was dying!

xxxx

Blake:You named them after your team?

Jaune:No. I named them after everyone.

Everyone looks at where the paper pleaser would be.

Paper Pleaser:Hello. I am the one they call Jessica.

Ruby:Jessi- You met her once! Ya gotta let go!

Jaune:I can’t! 😢

xxxxx

Nora:Get a load of this. *turns camera*

Penny and Oscar:* sharing food*

Nora:They’re like magnets to each other I swear.

xxxxx

Blake:*sips coffee* Get this, today is the big day. The amazing crew has built a simple rope bridge only a couple feet off the ground. Yang is currently finding the courage to stand on it.

Yang:LISTEN! Rope bridges are scary!

Weiss:You aren’t actually high in the sky!

Yang:Rickety bridges strew me out.

Ruby:Should’ve confessed sooner.

Weiss:Imagine getting confessed to because that person is avoiding a fear? The instant they get on the bridge Yang folds.

Ruby:The true love was the solid ground we had along the way.

xxxxx

Interviewer: Let’s talk about the kiss! How’d that go?

Blake:*deflates* I have a complicated relationship with that scene for two reasons! One is you, Yang.

Yang:I may have tripped or had to fix my hair because the wind was aggressive! Your beef isn’t with me, it’s the weather!

Blake:She’s right. It came out perfectly, the shot. However, that’s a real sunset. It took so many days for the weather to be good enough! The two of us are trying to stay warm while look at each other lovingly.

Yang:Meanwhile she’s shooting daggers into my soul going “I’m begging you to get this right. I am cold.” Sometimes you sneezed.

Blake:I wanted to cry. Bright side, I got to kiss this lovely lady finally.

Yang:D’aaaww

Interviewer:Speaking of that, Yang, your character onset and yourself offset would probably have some interesting words to each other given…

A picture is pulled up on a screen that makes Blake laugh while Yang blush, giving an embarrassing smile. It’s a picture from her social media where she’s on Adam’s shoulders at the beach.

Yang:W-What can I say? I’m winning at life.

xxxxx

Pyrrha:*getting dressed* Hmm Hmm Hmm 🎶

Weiss:Someone is happy to be back.

Pyrrha:It’s pretty funny how every three volumes I come back to serve trauma and leave. Honestly make me the villain at this point.

Penny:Today is beat Ruby day. *thumbs up*

James: A glorious day indeed.

Ruby:Sometimes I feel like my friends and coworkers aren’t telling me something about themselves. Everyone is a little too enthusiastic.

Neo:*stretching*

Weiss:For those who don’t know, Neo over here does most of Ruby’s stunts, but now she’s pulling double duty again.

Neo:I love how there’s a narrative that my character is this brilliant fighter. In truth, most times I’m told to fight Ruby I let them know ahead of time one of us better be losing badly.

Ruby:I’ve gotten better at complex choreography!

Neo:And I’m very proud of you. *pats head* prepare to be tossed around like a rag doll.

xxxxx

Jaune:Ever wonder who’s doing the creepy motion capture for the Jabberwalker? *points left*

Tyrian:*in mo-cap suit* Greetings…

Jaune:Easily scarier than his normal clothes.

xxxxx

Jaune:*doing pull ups*

Weiss:*watching*

Yang:Hehe, what’s going on over here?

Weiss:I’m getting into character. I take my job very seriously.

xxxxx

[punderstorm scene]

Ruby:*walking*

Weiss:*sees Atlas*

Jaune: *looks into water*

Jessica slowly fades in.

Weiss:What the- *face palms*

Ruby:*laughing* When did you guys find the time!? Is she sneaking on set?

Jaune: *In character* I wonder how she’s doing these days?

xxxxx

Jessica:Nora snuck me in early to watch the setup process for résumé. Learned a lot about audio and video. More than I should.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #roman torchwick #proffessor ozpin #oscar pine #penny polendina #neo politan #rwby data farms #jessica cruz #actor au #adam taurus #coco adel

[cyberghu0l]

She Got Next

Riri and her friends decide to bring Shuri out to Chicago. One night they decide to bring her to their favorite strip club where she meets the finest and the baddest.

Shuri Udaku × fem reader

You dropped your makeup bag onto the table, then took a seat in front the brightly lit mirror. "It's packed tonight, yall. Make sure and keep it classy." You looked to your left and right, as you watched your friends. They laughed at your statement. "Listen to Y/N, please. Last time it was packed Coco knocked over like 6 bottles of alcohol." Neci looked down the long table at Coco who laughed nervously.

You finished up your eyeliner and put on some pink lipgloss. Finally satisfied with how you looked, you opened your locker and pulled out a new set. A pink bra that wrapped around your abdomen and matching panties with diamonds on the straps and garters. You got dressed in the bathroom and came out to put on your shoes.

"Showtime bitches!" Coco smiled brightly as she brought around shots for everyone. You got one off the tray and threw your head back as you drank it fast. The alcohol hitting your throat fast. You shook off the feeling a strapped on tall black heels. You smiled as you watched yourself in the mirror. Your curly hair parted at the middle, and your body shined with glitter.

You opened the door revealing the rest of the club. Dark lights shining everywhere, music blasting, people dancing. Just like any night. You found your normal spot and got to dancing. Swaying your hips to the music and blowing kisses to people in the crowd.

Shuri's POV

I don't know why I agreed to this. I didn't want to leave home after shopping and drinking last night, but Riri and her bestfriend insisted we go to a club. I put on a pair of black pants and a black tshirt. Then, clasped on a silver chain and put on a pair of sneakers. Riri walked in wearing a short brown satin dress that draped at her chest, and white strappy heels that clicked on the floor as she walked.

"Girl, we are going to the club and you wanna go unnoticed?" She spoke. I chuckled. "Yes actually. Because it's not like I have my identity I want to hide." My tone dripping in sarcasm. She rolled her eyes. The scientist grabbed her purse and keys. "Are you ready at least?" I nodded. "Let's go!" She yelled in excitement.

We walked out the dormitory silently, not to alert any guards or RAs. The second she saw her classic red car waiting for us, she turned to me. "What is this doing here?" Her eyes wide. "I asked Griot to bring it around. I know you want to ride it." I smirked watching the anticipation in her eyes. "No motorcycle tonight then." She shrugged and got into the driver side.

The drive wasn't too long. It was long enough for Riri to play the entire discography of an artist "SZA" though. I laughed as she screamed the lyrics to me at a red light. We finally pulled up to a club with a huge red LED sign that read:

Come As You Wish

"Alright, Natasha and Tiana are already inside at a table for us. If you get lost or get into anything." She raised her brows, "Tap your beads." She held up her wrist that showed her kimoyo beads as well. I nodded and opened the door. The smell of strong alcohol and weed hit my nose. Music blasted from all corners and the lights were red with white beams. Dancers on tables and poles wearing revealing outfits, and men giving them money.

I lost Riri somewhere, so I decided to go to the bar for a drink. I sipped from the glass as I looked around more. A girl in a pink and diamond two piece hung from a pole as she spun blowing kisses and winking at needy viewers.

Your POV

I twirled around the metal pole, holding my heels with one hand and the other taking cash from men. Some girls in the crowd who gave me 5s and 10s smiled at me. I always loved when women came because they gave out more money, they were also my favorite regulars. I winked at them, receiving more money in exchange. The waist band of my bottoms were full of cash I went to the back to put it away. Alyssa was peaking out the other door.

"What are you doing, you look like a stalker." She closed the door and squealed. "Guess who's here?" She sat in front of you smiling brightly. "I don't know but I'm sure you're dying to tell me." You responded as you opened your bag, stuffing money into it. "Princess Shuri!" You stopped and looked up at her. "Don't play with me right now." Alyssa shook her head still smiling.

You've always adored Shuri for her work in her own country and partnership with America. You envied her drive and wanted to be as glorious as her. The fact that she was here made you lose all sanity. "What is she doing here though?" You questioned. The other shrugged her shoulders. "Don't do anything stupid." She told you. You laughed and zipped up the black bag and walked back out.

This time when you walked out, she was siting in front your usual spot.

Great.

You sucked in your breath and walked up the pole. The dim lights hid your nervousness. You smiled watching the people around her. You swayed your body to music, getting lost in it. You swung around the pole, climbing up to top. Your legs twisted together, and your lower body hung down as you spun. You folded up and grabbed the top of the pole with your hands, you legs untwisted and you fell down, landing on your heels.

Viktor, one the waiters tapped you. You bent down as he came to your ear. "A customer requested girl in all black in front of you have a private dance." You nodded. It was often that you got requests from other people for someone to have a private. You stood and turned around and saw the only girl in all black was the one and only Shuri Udaku.

Holy shit.

You thought. However, this was your job. You bent down again, catching her attention. Your finger curled for her to come closer. You whispered into her ear. "A special someone requested you a private dance, love." She pulled back, her eyes wide.

Shuri's POV

The girl who was on the pole, bent down in front of me. She motioned for me to come to her. Confused, I obeyed. She leaned to my ear. Her perfume filled my senses. "A special someone requested you a private dance, love." She spoke. I pulled away, my eyes widened. I looked around and found Riri and her friends giggling laughing at me. I sneakily put up my middle finger as they let out another laugh.

I turned back to the girl. "Sure." I breathed out. She smirked and took my hand. She walked down the steps and led me through the crowd not letting go of me. The diamonds on her panty line shined in the white lights that spun around the club. We passed men and women that were drunk and high out of their minds. One stopped her. "I'll take a private dance now, sweetheart."

Rude much?

She looked him up and down with a look that could kill. "Sorry sweetheart." She mocked his drunken tone, "She got next, but I'll take this." She took the 50 he held up and continued walking. I admired her hustle. She has respect for herself and what she does. These idiots don't deserve to even watch her. We walked up to a large red curtain. She opened it and stepped aside. I sucked in my breath and walked in. Inside there was nothing but a black chair and a table filled with alcohol. I sat down looking at her.

She closed the curtain, the music now faintly playing in the room. I'm pretty sure I could hear my heart beating. She looked at me and laughed. "What?" I questioned. "You look like you're gonna shit yourself." I chuckled. "It's my first time here." I confessed. She nodded slowly. "Well, I'm gonna say the rules. I'm not gonna touch you anywhere you don't want me to, you're not allowed to touch me unless I say so. If you do try anything, I am obligated to call a security guard or the police on you." She finished.

"Am I allowed to...touch you?" I cleared my throat. She smirked at my reaction and nodded. She walked up to me, straddling my legs and sat in my lap. Her hands on her thighs. "Am I allowed to touch you?" She asked me. Her face was inches from mine. I could see her features better now.

She's beautiful.

I nodded not taking my attention from her eyes. She wrapped her arms around my neck, dragging them to my chest. I watched her hands go down, but she pulled my head up with her finger. "Just watch me." She smirked.

Your POV

You were surprised you weren't fangirling in front her right now. The music from outside flowed through the room. It was slower than the usual tracks they play so you kept your attention on her eyes as hers roamed your body. You got up and turned around, sitting back down into her lap. This time, moving your hips in circles. You stood up and walked behind her. You placed your hands on her shoulders and dragged them down to her chest.

You could feel how tense she was. "Don't be so nervous." You whispered into her ear. You circled in front of her and spread her legs apart. You bent down in front of her and slowly trailed your hands up to her opening, stopping just before. You felt her breath hitch. You smirked and stood back up. The song was coming to an end and so was the dance. You kept it short for her, not to freak her out. Her legs were still open so I sat on one of her thighs, draping my arm on one of her shoulders.

"What are you thinking right now?" You asked. You were genuinely curious after giving the princess of Wakanda a lap dance. It's not everyday you get someone as nervous as her. She looked at you, as if searching for something.

"I can't. This is all really new to me." I chuckled. "Do you like it?" You questioned. "Beginning to." She said with a slight smile. "Well, it's been a pleasure dancing for you. Princess." You got up before she said anything. You opened the curtains again and made your way back to your usual spot.

i need to see avatar again yall. idk if i told you guys if i watched it or not but i last weekend and it was so good. the 3 hours were worth it🤞🏽

#black panther #letitia wright #lgbtq #shuri black panther #black reader #shuri udaku x reader #shuri udaku #shuri x black!reader #black y/n #marvel black panther #black panther mcu #mcu phase 4 #mcu black panther #mcu riri williams #mcu shuri #mcu phase four #shuri x you #shuri x f!reader #princess shuri #shuri x y/n

[sitp-recs]

BL Reclist - Part 4

Hello hello, here I am with another BL rec list no one asked for 😌 I’ve been reading a lot these days, while I wait for my fandom spark to come back. Most of these manhwas are still ongoing which means I’ve been busy with: alpha x alpha romance! Break up make up! Identity porn! Revenge! Mafia love triangles! It’s all here folks, pick your poison and have fun. If you’re looking for completed works, better start with 4, 8 and 9. You can also check my previous BL lists here, here and here for a few more completed series. I know these lists are a bit niche and not very popular but who knows, maybe I’ll find fellow BL fans who will enjoy these as much as I did!

1. Aren’t You My Type? by Ha tae jin / Toffee (M, ongoing)

Geon-ah responds to Hyun-dal's message, who mistook him for Hye-sung. As they continue to communicate, they grow closer and closer, their first face-to-face meeting seems like it will never come. An alpha x alpha romantic comedy that starts with a misunderstanding!

2. Blaze Out by Chepali, Zelnut & Kkoyo (E, ongoing)

Once a promising high school baseball player, Yeon Hong’s bright future is shattered by a tragic car accident, leading him to uncover the involvement of private loan sharks. Seeking revenge, he transforms into a loan shark himself, establishing “Coco Loan.” However, twelve years later, Hong’s journey takes a surprising turn when the powerful President Yoo Jaeyoung orders Hong to mentor his mysterious lover, ‘Panther.’

3. God’s Identity Card by Ni sansui & Djun (M, ongoing)

Lu Lanqiao, a forensic science student, became the most likely suspect in the murder of his elder brother overnight. His brother's last words put him on the run. While trying to find out who killed his brother, Lanqiao meets Fu Cheng, the police inspector who was hot on his trail. However, the relationship between the fugitive and the pursuer gradually changes.

4. Here U Are by Djun (M, complete)

Receptioning the newcomers is a task for YuYang, and he ends up helping the unsociable and towering LiHuan, the kind of person that does everything to be disliked. But after better knowing each other, he discovers that the giant isn’t that bad of a person at all.

5. Payback by Samk & Fujoking (E, ongoing)

While other students were preparing to take their CSAT exams, Lee Yoonhan was swept up in an exhilarating lifestyle of crime and debauchery. While working for a loan shark, karma catches up to him when a family member dies from an act of revenge against him. After years of repenting for his sins and trying to turn over a new leaf, he meets a man in the entertainment industry who gives him the opportunity to get his revenge.

6. Private Scandal by Totiko (E, ongoing)

Known as the muse of a renowned designer, Iliyan Moore has achieved almost everything a model could want: celebrity status, money, full bookings…and a reputation as a man-seducing home wrecker. Stalked by the paparazzi and harassed by an obsessed boss with a jealous wife, Iliyan is on guard against everyone around him. So, one could only imagine his shock when dashing Kyle Hackman manages to effortlessly charm his way past his defenses and into his bed on their first meeting.

7. Sparkling Baby by Zec (E, ongoing)

Due to a recent heartbreak, Hanjoon arrives in New York. Not only is he delighted to meet a Korean in an unfamiliar city, he has a one-night stand with him. "I should've asked for his name." However, these two end up meeting again years later, in an unusual place. Where will their one-night stand lead them to? Spin off from Lover Boy, featuring side character Baek Hanjoon.

8. Spring, the Color of Love by Chepali & Park Ji-yeon (M, complete)

"Je te veux. I want you." Cheongsun and Gonghyeon meet as college students, but their different social background and experience lead to a painful falling out. Ten years later, the two meet again in the world of hotel management and get to reminisce about their short spring love all those years before.

9. Unintentional Love Story by Pibi (M, complete)

Wonyoung gets unjustly suspended from work after getting caught up in a corruption scandal. When he accidentally discovers the chairman's favorite artist Yoon Taejun living under an alias, he is tasked with a tricky new mission. Could this be Wonyoung's chance to get his job back?

10. Wet Sand by Doyak (E, ongoing)

Click. A thoughtless finger slip leads Jo to snap a picture of Ian smoking on his balcony - and thus, their fates begin to intertwine. Jo can't stop fantasizing about the tall, handsome stranger on the balcony, and grabs any chance to get to know him better. Unfortunately, he doesn't realize that Ian does the dirty work for one of the region's largest, most unsavory gangs... and is the lover of one of their most powerful people.

#bl recs #part 4 #Sitp recs

[albatrossmuffin]

Coco’s Touch Panel Voice #4 Transcription Translation

This wonderful soul has been transcribing the messages on the touch panels at Coco's; pardon me for just translating only this one 😅

"Written by a MakoHaru person so please pardon me" (Translated by one too lol)

[ ] = Transcriber's notes

Coco’s 2023 Campaign Voice #4 (9/19~10/2)

Greeting to Everyone

Makoto: Hello, welcome to Coco’s! Today the 5 of us will see you off.

Haru: It was a nice summer this time as well. Please make fun memories until the end.

Rin: It’s finally the last spurt! Is there anything you’ve left undone? Follow us until the end!

Sousuke: Rin’s passionate, as usual. We also feel like we dashed through as best we could.

Ikuya: It was tough but it was fun. Everyone who’s come to Coco’s, please take your time today as well.

Haru: Well then, to those who’ve come to Coco’s from us, it’s the Coco’s campaign message.

Campaign Guide:

Rin: No 1: By buying an applicable order, you can get 1 new artwork random clear file of ours~.

Sousuke: When serving your meal, the staff will bring out the clear file. Please check the menu for details.

Rin: No 2: If you apply using the serial code written on the receipt of applicable orders, you can win Coco’s original prizes.

Sousuke: When you collect points by applying, you can hear the story voice. It’s our ambassador activity record.

Rin: Right, right! They also showed me the Coco’s original memorial book. It was interesting editing this!

Ikuya: Everyone was there at that time. It was full of each person’s memories, and it was very lively.

Rin: I hope that everyone who sees this enjoys it, too!

Sousuke: Please confirm the details for how to apply on the website or menu.

Rin: When you apply a total of 33 times, you definitely get the Coco’s original memorial book, so please participate!

About the Collab Menu & Closing Greeting

Makoto: I wonder if everyone’s enjoyed the collab menu. We’ve prepared a lot, so please eat them.

Haru: Speaking of which, Makoto, you were also asked to help in the kitchen, did that go alright?

Makoto: Eh!? Ah, Hn~~~  Weeeeeellllllllll~......💦

                I did wrap in aluminum foil...for a bit....I guess?💦

               Sousuke said ‘Would you like to give it a try,’ but it was difficult to use the right amount of force...

               Just a bit.....~....not a bit, I ripped the aluminum foil! 💦

               Aah, but, I’m good at carrying the juice cases and such???

Haru: ...I see. Makoto, that’s plenty. [I can see the smile...]

Makoto: ~Really? If there’s something that I can do, please let me know, whatever it is!

Haru: Yeah. I always rely on you.  [I can see the smile...]

Makoto: There are also things I can’t do well, but I’d be happy if we all put our strengths together, and everyone enjoys themselves until the end!

Haru: Thank you for showing me your smiles of enjoying yourselves. I’m also happy. [For a second I thought he was saying this to Makoto]

   Please make the best summer memories at Coco’s. Signing off,

All: This has been the campaign message!

Haru: Please continue to relax and enjoy your meal.

Collab Menu Voice (#3 and #4 are the same)

Haru / Rin / Ikuya: Coco’s x Free Collab Campaign is underway!

Rin: There’s a ton of menu items you can only taste here! Are you ready to enjoy yourself?

Haru: Please enjoy to the fullest today as well.

Reading of Corresponding Menu Item (#4)

Haru: New Birth! Mackerel Acqua Pazza 2023 ~Prepared by Nanase Haruka~

           I think everyone has already realized the appeal of mackerel, but I want you to please try it.

Haru: Sakura in Full Bloom! Mentaiko Pasta ~IWATOBI Special~

           We expressed our precious memories through cooking. We’d be happy if you also enjoyed it.

Haru: Haruka’s Dolphin Blue Wave

           A blue parfait that takes the image of the sea or pool we swam in. It’s a beautiful blue.

Haru: Albert’s Silver Sweet Odin

           Albert also ate it happily when taste testing it. I also want you to try it.

Voice when Ordering (Same #1 - #4)

Haru: Thank you for your order. I want you to continue to enjoy the Cocos x Free! campaign.

Makoto: Thank you for your order. Please continue to enjoy the Cocos x Free! campaign!

Rin: Thank you for your order! (says thank you in English) Please continue to enjoy the Cocos x Free! campaign.

Sousuke: Thank you for your order. Please continue to enjoy the Cocos x Free! campaign.

Sousuke: Thank you for coming today. Please continue taking part in the Cocos x Free! campaign.

Ikuya: Thank you for your order. Please continue to enjoy the Cocos x Free! campaign.

#free! the final stroke #haruka nanase #makoto tachibana #rin matsuoka #sousuke yamazaki #ikuya kirishima #Coco's #coco's 2023 #my translation

[el-buzz]

“You tried your best” :) <3

A Cg! Clay x Agere! Reader fic

Summary: Reader has is upset after going a social gathering and Clay helps them to calm down

(y'all I need happy fanfic ideas ☠️😭 )

1.6k+ words :]!!

And as always will be crossposted on AO3 at Soft_Buzz and not proofread. Enjoy :D!!

So let's say you had wanted to get out of your bubble for once. Expand and experience something new!! Something out of your comfort zone. Ok so maybe sitting in a room full of strangers for more than three hours while they talk about things you didn't particularly like or care about was not the best idea. Yeah yeah you could've easily opted out but you'd made a promise of attending, so you couldn't just not show up right??? 

So you sat there. For exactly three hours and thirty three minutes. Completely feeling out of place and alone. You wanted to talk. Of course you did! But everyone seemed to know each other, and it was just plain scary. You swore you stuck out like sore thumb at the gathering, but fine whatever it was over now. You were fine. Totally and utterly fine.

It's okay. Yeah you were already in front of your pod so it's okay. It's okay.. so why were you tearing up and having difficulty breathing. No matter, you quietly walk in and find Clay relaxing on the couch while reading a book. It's only your sniffling that reels him out of his book.

"Hey?" Clay looked up, placing a bookmark and putting the book down on the coffee table. He frowned, noticing your appearance and the tears now flowing down your cheeks. He rapidly stood up, moving towards you and gently wrapping you in his arms, trying to make you comfortable. "Shh, shh. Calm down. You're alright now." He moved the both of you back onto the couch.

That was it. You weren't fine, and you knew it. You let your walls down and start to sob just fully breaking down. "No I'm not okay! I- I'm so done I'm absolutely done I don't even know why I thought it would be good idea to go to the stupid gathering I don't even care about-" You whine and wipe my tears. "I just wanted to socialize but clearly that didn't go well at all." Sobbing, you tugged uncomfortably at you clothes.

"Hey, hey!" Clay's firm but gentle voice tried to calm you down. "Slow down, slow down."

It was clear you were overwhelmed. So he just held you, comforting you. He pulled you close to him and let you rest your body on top of his.

"You're not giving yourself enough credit. You did a very brave thing today by talking to a bunch of strangers. But... I think you've reached your socializing limit." He smiled down at you as he caressed your face.

It broke his heart seeing you like this. He knew just how much you wanted to be out there socializing and making friends, but poor you either got drained easily or felt completely out of place. Although you have him now, he saw it best that you found others to be around. Clay admired your efforts and was patient and understanding when you had a rough moment.

"Don't speak anymore, ok?" His voice had a soothing effect. "You did your best. That's not nothing, so just rest, now.. ." He ends his sentence with a kiss between your brows.

You just stay quiet while leaning into his warm touch. His warm and comfortable touch that seemed to clear all the stormy clouds in your head. Still, you  feel out the last of the storm. You wanted to say something, but your overwhelming feelings made you too tired to talk or function. So, you just whine and tighten your hold on him.

"I know, baby, I know." His hands softly caressed your back. "I'm guessing you want some small time, don't you? Hm?" Clay looks down at you already knowing what choice you'd make.

You nod still sniffling and rub your tear stains. He couldn't help to softly smile when you looked up at him. His poor baby, so small and so drained. Maybe a babas and a nap would be best for right now.

"How about I make you some hot coco and then you can take a short nap, hm? Sounds nice, doesn't it?"

Clay asked, trying to keep his tone light and cheery as he got off the couch with you at his hip. Once you nodded again, he started heading over to the kitchen.

While Clay was focused on swiftly on preparing the hot coco, you rested your head on his shoulder and began to suck your thumb. "Oh no no, baby. Thumb's icky, remember?" He reached to remove your thumb and you fussed and whined. Clay lightly bounced you in attempt to calm you down. Quickly, while the coco heated up, he found one of your clean pacifiers in a kitchen drawer. "Found one!" He removed the pacifier cover and placed the paci into your mouth. The action soon soothed you, and you began to relax in his arms once more.

You were about to nod off in his arms when clay nudged you, took the pacifier from your mouth, and gave you a baby bottle with the hot coco. You whined while rubbing your sleepy eyes, and started to drink from your babas. The sweet cocoa was warm and wonderful. Although it wasn't often that Clay made you sugary drinks like the coco, man was he was good at it. You were about to drink a lot of it in one go, but Clay was quick to catch on.

He tugged a little on the bottle. "Hey now.. I know you really like your hot coco, buuut we don't want you with an upset tummy, do we?" You respond by shaking your head with him. "Good, baby" He smiles warmly wipes off a bit of the milk that spilt past your mouth. "Such a small little one, aren't you?" He coos while squishing your cheeks. A smile began to shine on your face, and you squirm so happy to be babied right now. You reach for his hand, and he takes yours, quickly interlocking your fingers and letting his head rest on yours. It was sweet innocent moments like these where you and Clay relished the comfort and warmth of the other.

Clay started to readjust his hold on you, so he could help you drink from your bottle. He looked down at you, and he was dazed. You were looking up at him, and your eyes seemed to shine with admiration and wonder. Clay had to admit, the sight was completely adorable. He gave the bottle another few gentle squeezes as he kept a close eye on you to make sure you didn't spill any milk on yourself.

He started to move towards your bedroom where he leaned over to gently lay you down on the bed and began get you ready for a nap. He made sure that you were in comfortable clothes and that you had your favorite stuffie in your arms. Turning away from you, clay turned off the lights. A single lamp and nightlight shone in the now dark room as Clay started to tuck you in.

"Just rest." He said, stroking your hair. "You did something difficult today, and you need to rest."

He pulled the blanket up until you were completely covered. "Now, just take a nap. I'll wake you up for dinner and a bath, okay?" As he started to stand, he paused, and bent down to kiss you one more time. "Sweet dreams. I love you."

He begins to reach the door but you call out to him tiredly. "Clay?.." You rub your eyes while yawning.

"Yeah?" He stops at the door look back at you.

"Can I has story?.. pretty please?"

Clay chuckled softly and started to approach your bedside and held your hand. "Of course you can. Do you have one you'd like to hear? Or would you rather I make one up?" He traced your hand patiently while waited for your response.

“Book,” you utter as you point at area where you keep your children’s books.

Clay smiled and approached the bookshelf. He looked at the titles, wondering which one you would prefer. After a bit of thought, he selected a one for you. Clay moved towards you and sat down next to you, pulling himself up to your side. You quickly snuggled up to him

"Looke here, I got you a classic: Goodnight Moon, one of my favorites when I was a kid."

He cleared his throat before reading to you in a soothing voice, holding your hand as you relaxed.

"In the great green room, there was a telephone." You felt your eyelids began to get heavy, snuggling under your blanket and listening to Clay.

You tried last best as you could to follow along with him, by pointing to the little kitties and the mousy. You even offered to read a couple of words, albeit tired and a bit slurred.

Clay praised you for doing so good and being such a great little reader. He loved seeing you smile and babble at the illustrations, reading to you was his favorite thing to do with you. Clay smiled sweetly when you babbled and pointed along with the story. He pulled you closer to him as he read the story, his voice quiet and soothing.

By the time you both finished the book, you were already half asleep. Carefully, trying not to wake you, he got out of bed and tucked you in once more. He caressed you face one final time and leaned in to kiss your forehead. Before walking out of the room, he whispers to you. "You know you did you're best today, right? and sometimes that the most wonderful thing you could ever do." All he gets in response is some light snoring. He chuckles and walks out.

Author’s note:

Had to write this after I went to an overwhelming social gathering like two weeks ago but I never really got around to finish it until now

It's a lot shorter than the last one but I hope you still enjoyed it :]

Also thank you so much to those who liked, reblogged, and commented on my last posts!!! It makes me ecstatic to see others enjoy what I write

Y'all got me kicking my feet and everything lmao 😭💀

Me when I see notifications coming in:

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[ravennaortiz]

Not A Devil

Chapter 15 of Countdown. This Chapter starts a couple days after the beginning of the last chapter and before Zobelles daughter is killed.

As always this is an 18+ only story. This story is AU based and not your typical Sons of Anarchy story. Some readers may find some plot lines and changes to some characters to be problematic please read at your discretion. This story also time jumps heavily so keep this in mind as you read!

Warnings: General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing etc, minor age gap, minor smut in later chapters.

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"Coco.... can we talk outside?" asked Rocky as she approached the table where he was sitting with Angel and EZ. Coco nodded as he took in the nervous energy emanating from her.

"Wassup?" asked Coco once the two of them were standing out by the bikes. "Promise you won't be mad?" asked Rocky as she shifted from foot to foot nervously, keeping her eyes on the ground. "I'll attempt to not be, no guarantees" replied Coco his eyes on her.

"I....have been taunting Clay. I unblocked his number and I'm pretty sure he has Polly and is trying to frame....Juice and Half" confessed Rocky as tears started to well in her eyes.

Coco was silent for a few moments as he considered what he should say.

"Shit. Okay. Why would he not frame Jax?" questioned Coco.

Rocky sighed before looking up at him with tears falling down her cheeks. "Because I let my anger get the best of me and kinda told him I was in love with them. Will you help me make sure they stay safe? I lied when I said I didn't know where they were." continued to confess Rocky as she cried.

Coco pulled Rocky into a hug feeling bad for her. "Its okay. We can fix this. I'll talk to Bishop. I'm sure he would let them stay here but obviously under a lockdown type thing given the circumstances. No more lies though okay?" soothed Coco as he comforted her. Rocky simply nodded her acknowledgement.

***

Bishop sat leaned back in his chair in Templo facing Rocky and Coco. He was contemplating what the best course of action would be. "I wish you hadn't started down this path but what is done is done" stated Bishop finally making Rocky look up at him with her tear streaked face.

"This is fixable but I must have full compliance not just from you but from them. There cannot be anymore deceit or conspiring. I also expect them to help out around the scrapyard and earn their keep." continued Bishop as he leaned forward on the table.

"I promise we all will be on our best behavior" stated Rocky as she smiled in relieve at Bishops words.

"Thank you Coco" murmured Rocky as they walked out of Templo together. "No problem, you made a mistake. Seriously though don't ever risk your safety like that again." replied Coco sternly.

***

Three months later. Day after Zobelles daughters head is delivered.

To say he was angry and disappointed in Rocky was an understatement as Jax slammed his SUV into park in front of the Mayans Clubhouse. "Jax" called Chibs as he and Opie hurriedly followed him as he stormed inside.

Jax ignored the curious looks of the Mayans as he booked it for Templo where he could see Bishop and Rocky. "What the fuck Rockette?" snapped Jax angrily as he flung the door open making her jump.

"I " started Rocky before Jax cut her off.

"Shut up. I don't want to hear lies! After" started to yell Jax before he was cut off by a voice behind him.

"Don't tell her to shut up" growled Half-Sack as he shoved his way into the room followed by Juice, Chibs and Opie. Jax looked from them to Bishop as he tried to process what was happening.

"I think we all have a lot to discuss" stated Bishop as he gestured for everyone to sit.

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[juliedrawz]

Just a quick info for those who'd been asking me when my book will be finished.

Even though I can't give you an exact date, I really strive to finish it by the end of next year [ 2024] That's because I'm not giving myself a timelimit. Also because I travel a lot ✈️ and do some other creative projects.

How will you be able to get the book once it's done?

I will make a post and everyone who will want a copy just needs to write me and then decide if they want the physical hardcover one or the E-book.

What exactly is the book about again?

Well, Coco. Generally speaking. Or better said, it's a veeeerrryyyy very detailed mix of a prequel and a sequel 😂 The very main characters are Héctor and Ernesto, then Imelda and Ceci. Second comes Miguel and a few of my Oc's.

The book beginns where the movie stopped. In the middle you'll get to read a lot about the past of the beloved squad. There are also seperate parts that focus on one or two characters specifically. Ernesto for example.

The second half of my book will have a 3 to 4 years jump into the future. This time Miguel's little sister manages to get herself cursed to the other side and so he and Sara (I already introduced her) follow to get her back. This will also eventually lead us to the big climax of the whole story and the ending. (The ending which won't really be an ending either but much rather a new beginning 😉)

Actually, there is SO much going on in my book, I can't tell everything here. Not to forget it would be a spoiler.

What are the themes/topics targeted in the novel?

Trauma/Ptsd, violence and abuse, human psyche, loss, hurt/grief, healing, romance/Love (soulmates, one true love) friendship, forgiveness, family relationships, faith etc.

(This is basically one of the big WHY'S my book is not for children but for older teens/adults 😅🫴) you will have mild spice here and there, yes, but if you expect detailed stuff, sorry amigo 🫡 that's not my territory.

What will be the litte "addings" ?

Since I was totally free to bring my very own ideas and thoughts into my novel, I spent some good amount of time building up and exploring the world of the Land of the dead and all it's magical possibilities even further🤗 I wanted the movie to feel like the last marveling gaze you take at the glittering ocean and the horizon, and the big breath you take before diving down to the big colorful coral reef with thousands of beautiful fish.

💔⚠️The book isn't for you if:

You don't like the concept of soulmates and one true love.

You don't like exploring deeper topics

You don't like redemption arks

If you're very sensitive to strong topics such as PTSD

You're not a fan of Ernesto

If you expect smut/ premarital sex

Can't accept the fact that I bring my christian faith into the story and writing fantasy fiction my way.

🎉❤️ The book's for you if :

You love slow burn romance

Believe in one true love - soulmates

Love Fluff

Love deeper topics

You can't get enough of Imector 💞

You are in for drama

You can handle teasing of your heartstrings

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[dragoneyes618]

The Riveras, living and dead, watch Coco:

All the Riveras, both living and dead, suddenly get transported to a small movie theater.

This is a couple of months after the epilogue.

None of them know how they got there. I don't know how they got there or who decided they should all watch the movie now either.

Everyone starts freaking out - the dead Riveras because suddenly there's a bunch of living people, and the living Riveras because suddenly there's a bunch of skeletons. They don't immediately recognize the skeletons as their relatives at first.

Except Miguel. Miguel doesn't freak out.

Miguel assumes that somehow they all got cursed despite it not being Dia de los Muertos, figures they'll be able to go back home with the dead family's blessing, and is running around hugging his Mamá Coco and Papá Héctor and everyone.

Then the living Riveras realize who these skeletons are, and there's a lot of hugging and crying and introducing and talking about everything that's been going on in their lives, because it's not every day you meet your dearly missed relatives from the other side of the veil, and this applies to both sets of Riveras.

Baby Coco, who will be called Baby Coco by her entire family up until her wedding day and maybe even beyond that, is about a year old and is being passed around from dead Rivera to dead Rivera as they all coo over her cuteness.

Especially Héctor. Héctor just melts. "Look, Imelda, she looks just like our Coco!"

Baby Coco isn't scared of the dead Riveras and actually finds all the new skeleton faces with sparkly designs on them fascinating. She keeps reaching up to touch everybody's cheekbones.

This is about when the living Riveras realize who Héctor is.

Cue Miguel's frantic explanation of "This is Papá Héctor and really he's a good guy! He didn't mean to leave Mamá Coco and Mamá Imelda! He wanted to come back but Señor de la Cruz poisoned him! Abuelita, no, not the chancla!" All before Héctor even has the chance to get a word in.

The thing is, after reading Héctor's letters, he certainly didn't seem like the kind of man who would abandon his family, which was the hope Coco had clung to all these years. In fact, his last few letters mention that he plans to return soon.

The last letter was sent from Mexico City. Héctor's remains were found in Mexico City.

Records show Ernesto leaving Mexico City around the same time and rarely returning. He also never made any mention of the true writer of his songs. He also, obviously, never got word to Imelda about her husband's death, leaving her to draw her mistaken, tragic conclusion that affected generations of Riveras.

None of this was actually proof that Ernesto killed Héctor, but it all looked pretty suspicious. Miguel in particular was adamant that Héctor must have met with foul play, probably from Ernesto - "Who else would it be?" Miguel had asked multiple times. "Héctor wanted to go back home but Ernesto wanted to get famous with his songs so he poisoned him!"

"What makes you say it was poison?" Miguel's mother had wanted to know.

Miguel had shrugged. "I mean, if he'd killed him some other way it would have looked suspicious. This way it just looked like he'd gotten sick."

The result of all this is that the Riveras finally know that their grandfather/great-grandfather/great-great-grandfather was not actually a good-for-nothing heartless musician who left his wife and daughter behind without a second thought. But he still left. And a lifetime of being raised to dislike musicians, and hate one musician in particular, is hard to overcome.

(In the Rivera household, "musician" was an insult. "He's as bad as a musician," for example, when speaking of some extremely disliked acquaintance.)

Most of the Riveras, now, are a bit reserved but are okay with getting to know Héctor. They want to get to know him, actually - he certainly didn't seem like a bad person from the letters, and they want to see what he's really like.

Elena, meanwhile, pulls out her chancla and thwacks Héctor a few times.

"Mija-" Coco holds out a hand towards Elena.

"That's for leaving Mamá and Abuelita!" Elena finishes with satisfaction, and then abruptly says, "So. That musician-" - and this time she doesn't mean Héctor - "killed you?"

"Ah - Sí!" Héctor, discombobulated, nods his head vigorously.

Elena's eyes narrow. "But if not for that, you would have come back?"

"Sí," Héctor says again. "I would have done everything in my power."

Elena starts muttering a litany of insults against Ernesto de la Cruz. Héctor allows himself to smile. He wants to get to know his living family, just like he wanted to get to know his dead family. But first, he wants to make sure they know that he always, always wanted to come back to his girls. And it looks like he's actually succeeding.

"Ah - disculpe - how he kill you?" Franco wants to know, and Héctor's smile slips.

"He poisoned me," is all he says. He doesn't like thinking about it.

"Hey!" Rosa points at Miguel. "That's what you said! How'd you know it was poison?"

All eyes turn to Miguel. The dead Riveras rustle and murmur amongst themselves.

Miguel coughs and looks around nervously. "So, um....remember last Dia de los Muertos when I had a fight with you all and I ran away and...?"

"Yes?" Enrique says slowly.

"And I told you I got locked in the de la Cruz mausoleum overnight?"

"Yes?" Enrique says again.

"So..." Miguel coughs again. "That was a lie." He smiles apologetically. "I apologize for that."

Héctor bursts out laughing.

Héctor is very eager to get to know his family. Miguel runs around introducing him to everyone, all the while trying to quickly explain his adventure in the Land of the Dead.

It doesn't really work, because it's not the kind of thing you can easily explain in five minutes while trying to get everyone to realize that your long-lost great-great-grandfather is pretty much the greatest guy ever, in your opinion.

"So you turned into a ghost?"

"The guitar was cursed?"

"Wait, so why don't the rest of us turn into ghosts whenever we touch anything on an ofrenda? I've probably taken things off ofrendas a hundred times! To put them back right afterwards, Mamá Imelda, I was just moving them around, but I didn't get cursed!"

"That's why you thought de la Cruz was your great-great-grandfather?"

"So what happened to Héctor - I mean Papá Héctor's picture?"

"You refused her blessing? For music? What did you plan to do then?"

"Frida Kahlo?"

Eventually everyone figures out that they're supposed to be watching some sort of movie. So they all sit down and settle in to watch a movie.

Baby Coco takes turns sitting on everybody's lap.

Except Oscar and Felipe's laps, because Oscar and Felipe's laps are occupied by Manny and Benny. Oscar and Felipe declare that Manny and Benny are their favorite great-great-great-nephews, no offense to Miguel and Abel, but clearly, los cuates, the twins, are always the best. Manny and Benny are very proud.

The movie starts.

Miguel's narration: "Sometimes, I think I'm cursed."

Oscar and Felipe burst out laughing. "You asked for it, Miguelito!"

Imelda glares at them.

"Asked to be cursed?" Luisa asks.

"If this is what I think it is, then you'll see, it'll explain everything," Miguel says, which does not help Luisa's nerves at all.

As it becomes clear that the movie is indeed showing the events of the Dia de los Muertos before last, Miguel assures his family multiple times that no matter what happened, he's totally fine, right? This was over a year ago, so there was no need to get worried about anything or fuss over him. This all happened already. He was totally fine.

His family does not find that reassuring at all.

Miguel's narration: "The papá left with his guitar, and he never came back."

It is almost possible to feel everyone not looking at Héctor.

Héctor opens his mouth.

"Don't apologize," Imelda snaps.

Héctor closes his mouth.

The papel picado Imelda gets rid of all the instruments in the house.

"So that's where my trumpet ended up!" Felipe exclaims triumphantly.

"You played the trumpet?" Abel asks.

Felipe nods. "Sí, we both did!"

Oscar nods. "We weren't skilled, though. We didn't really know how to play - it was just for fun."

"Your decision to ban music suddenly makes so much sense," Héctor says to Imelda, who smiles, just a little.

It's the first time either of them have been able to joke about the music ban. Unseen by Héctor or Imelda, Coco and Julio smile at each other.

Elena chases away the men singing "La Llorona" and hits the mariachi talking to Miguel with her chancla.

"Well, they should know better than to sing near the zapateria," Elena says with a self-satisfied sniff. It may have been over a year since she first relaxed the music ban, and then lifted it entirely, but she still has her Rivera pride, and she is not Imelda's granddaughter for nothing. "And showing Miguel a guitar! Everyone knows you don't sing or play music near any Riveras! Well, everyone knew," she amends, and Imelda and Coco smile at her.

All the other Riveras nod resignedly. Yes, everyone in Santa Cecilia certainly knew that no music was allowed near any Rivera.

Miguel talks to Mamá Coco and tells her everything.

Julio and Coco hold hands when the onscreen Coco calls Miguel by his great-grandfather's name.

"Wow," Rosa says as the onscreen Miguel demonstrates his different methods of running. "You weren't kidding when you said you told her everything."

"So that's what happened to those pillows!" Elena declares when Miguel jumps on them and they explode in a puff of feathers.

Rosa says, "You have to have talent to be in a talent show."

Rosa glances awkward at Miguel. "Um, sorry."

"It's fine," he assures her.

Abel's shoe flies up to the ceiling.

Everyone laughs, including Abel.

Imelda tells Elena and Berto to make sure he learns how to use that machine properly. Berto assures her that he already has.

Coco asks when her papá is coming home.

Héctor feels terrible, knowing that Coco's waiting and longing for him as a little girl left its mark on her so that when her memory was fading this was the time she was stuck at. He tries to apologize to her (for the umpteenth time) but she just hugs him.

Coco doesn't recognize Elena.

"I'm so sorry, mija," Coco says softly.

"It's not your fault, Mamá," Elena replies. Reliving this is hard for both of them - for Coco, remembering the days when her memory was deteriorating and she couldn't remember where or when she was, or even who her beloved family members were; for Elena, watching her mother slowly deteriorate to the point where her mind was like a little child's and she couldn't even remember Elena, stuck in the same endless loop of waiting for that no-good musico to come home.

Except maybe that musico wasn't quite as no-good as they'd all thought. Elena sneaks a glance at Héctor. He'd wanted to come home, hadn't he?

Elena decides that Miguel will start joining the others in the workshop making shoes, and everyone except Miguel celebrates.

Enrique feels terrible that he didn't notice how unenthusiastic his son was about the idea of making shoes.

Miguel sees the guitar in the photo and draws the mistaken conclusion that Ernesto de la Cruz was his great-great-grandfather.

"Of course I recognized my Papá's guitar," Coco says. "I just wish I'd had the faculties to tell Miguel my Papá's name..."

"Let's have the guitar in the photo, he said," Imelda mutters.

Héctor glances at her half-nervously, half-humorously.

"It'll be a nice thing to show our grandchildren, he said."

"Ah, Imelda..."

"It'll keep Coco occupied so she'll sit still long enough to have our picture taken, he said."

"Well, I was right about that, wasn't I?"

"And look what happened!" Imelda gestures at the screen. "He thought - Miguel, what were you doing on the roof like that?"

Miguel dances around on the roof excitedly.

Everyone tells Miguel not to do that because it's dangerous.

Miguel says, "You know this already happened and I didn't fall, right?"

"Well, you better not do it again," they tell him, which actually won't be a problem, because after the Sunrise Spectacular Miguel developed a fear of heights and he hasn't been on the roof since.

Miguel: "I'm gonna play in Mariachi Plaza if it kills me!"

The dead Riveras all groan.

"Bad word choice, Miguel," the twins tell him. "Bad word choice."

"Well, I know that now, don't I?" Miguel says.

Elena smashes the guitar.

Enrique winces.

Luisa rubs Miguel's shoulder.

Elena apologizes again.

Imelda takes responsibility for it. "After all, I raised my daughter and grandchildren to do nothing less."

Miguel breaks into the tomb.

"Wow, I never would have taken you for a lawbreaker," Rosa says.

"I was going to put it back," Miguel says defensively.

Oscar and Felipe: "Oh, hey, Miguel - Miguel?!"

"Took you a moment there," Imelda mutters as everyone laughs.

Héctor tries and fails to cross the bridge.

"None of you recognized him?" Enrique wants to know.

"None of us had ever actually met him," Victoria explains. "Well, except for Tíos Oscar and Felipe."

"And we'd never seen him in death," Oscar adds.

Imelda, in the Department of Family Reunions: "That man is dead to us!"

Imelda opens her mouth.

"Don't apologize," Héctor says.

Imelda closes her mouth.

Clerk: "Technically, she can add whatever conditions she wants."

"Not helping," Miguel mutters.

Miguel takes the guitar two seconds after promising never to play music again.

"Mijo..." Enrique sighs as everyone else laughs.

Miguel: "I need to visit the restroom. Be right back."

Clerk: "Should we tell him there are no restrooms in the Land of the Dead?"

"Your faces," Miguel mutters, laughing.

"I cannot believe we fell for that," Imelda sighs.

Officer: "Disturbing the peace, fleeing an officer, falsifying a unibrow..."

"That's illegal?" Abel asks.

"That's what I said!" Héctor says excitedly.

Héctor tries to bribe a police officer with tickets he doesn't have.

"Um, isn't bribing a police officer also illegal?" Rosa asks.

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact," Héctor admits.

Miguel and Héctor meet and agree to help each other.

Héctor starts giving Miguel a lecture on stranger danger and how you should not just immediately trust some shady conman who says he can give you what you want if you'll just do a favor for him, because who knows what dark illegal dealings you could get wrapped up in?

"But it was you!" Miguel protests. "You wouldn't have put me in danger."

"Yes, well, you didn't know that then, did you?" Héctor points out.

Miguel meets Frida Kahlo.

Miguel's cousins are very impressed that Frida asked for - and took! - Miguel's advice.

Shantytown.

"Papá paraded me around there after I crossed over," Coco says with a reminiscent smile. "Showing me off to all his friends, all the tías and primos. I get the royal treatment whenever I go down there. They've heard a lot about me-" Héctor is smiling at her fondly - "and they all wanted to meet the reason Papá tried to cross the bridge so many times. Everyone else gave up after the first few years, but not Papá."

"Everyone knows Juanita."

Héctor looks nervously at Imelda and Coco.

"I recognize that song," Imelda says slowly. "You sang that song. In front of Miguel?!"

"It was Chich's favorite!" Héctor says defensively. "I wasn't gonna deny him this! Besides, I made sure to-"

"And her...knuckles, they drag on the floor."

"Oh, gracias a Dios," Imelda mutters, as everyone else laughs. The twins in particular find this hilarious.

"See?" Héctor says.

"What's the real words?" Miguel wants to know, and everyone suddenly remembers that there are children present.

"Nothing you are going to find out anytime soon," Luisa tells him sternly.

"In my defense," Héctor lifts a finger into the air, "I was seventeen and half drunk when I wrote that."

"Half drunk?" Oscar and Felipe say simultaneously. "Really? We would never have guessed."

"I still haven't been able to find out the real words," Miguel says grumpily. "No one will tell me."

"Good!" All the adult Riveras say.

"I'm thirteen!" Miguel objects.

"And I'm a hundred and eighteen, chamaco," Héctor tells him. "You're all children to me."

Abel is laughing silently to himself.

A thought strikes Héctor. "Hey!" he says. "I thought none of you listened to music until last year! How do you know the real words?"

No one will answer him.

Chicharron fades away.

The room goes quiet. Héctor takes off his hat.

The trolley ride.

Miguel apologized to Héctor for not believing him. Héctor is like, "Look, no need to apologize, I wouldn't have believed me."

The competition.

Everyone agrees with Héctor about it being "such a sweet sentiment... at such a bad time!" "You kind of had a lot riding on this, Miguel!"

"I know, I know!" Miguel says.

The dead Riveras come looking for him.

"You didn't see him right there on the stage?" Gloria asks.

"Well, no," Rosita admits. "Habit, I suppose - we were used to automatically avoiding music."

Miguel runs away and Imelda sings to him.

Imelda shrugs. "I wanted to show him that I used to love music as much as he did. And if I could choose family over music, he could too....because I believed that it had to be one or the other." She smiles at Miguel. "You proved me wrong."

"First time you'd sung in ninety-five years and your voice was still beautiful," Héctor says, lovestruck as always and wanting to avoid heavy and difficult conversation topics.

"If I'd just mentioned your name we could have cleared this whole thing up right then and there," Imelda mutters.

Miguel falls into the pool and is rescued by Ernesto de la Cruz.

There are many shoes thrown at Ernesto.

"He seems so nice," Rosa says slowly. "Like you wouldn't think that he'd..."

"I know," Miguel sighs.

Ernesto parades Miguel around the party.

Miguel spends the entire time apologizing to Héctor over and over until Héctor tells him to stop.

Imelda spends the entire time muttering how she cannot believe that Miguel thought she actually married Ernesto.

Héctor sneaks into the party.

Rosa wants to know what is it with Héctor and dressing up as Frida Kahlo. Miguel tells her she hasn't seen anything yet.

Héctor finally confronts Ernesto and realizes the truth.

Héctor mutters that he is an idiot for not realizing this sooner.

Imelda tells him sternly that he most certainly is not, because why would he think that his best friend would poison him?

"So you two really were best friends?" Berto asks, who, due to recent events, has become interested in researching family history with his brother in his spare time, although not nearly as much as Miguel.

Héctor sighs, looking at his great-grandson who is over twice his age. "I thought we were."

The flashback to the poisoning.

Manny and Benny start crying.

Baby Coco doesn't, because Miguel is playing peek-a-boo with her in an attempt to distract them both from the events onscreen.

Héctor is grimacing, his face in his hands, his fingers pressed to his forehead, because it's not very pleasant reliving the moment of your death.

Coco is hugging him and crying.

So is Imelda.

Elena is glaring at Ernesto's figure onscreen with the kind of hatred she used to reserve only for her grandfather. No one makes her Mamá cry.

Héctor attacks Ernesto.

"YEAH! GET HIM!" Rosa and Abel cheer, and Manny and Benny make noises of agreement.

There are many more shoes thrown at Ernesto.

There is a brief intermission while all the Riveras troop forward to collect their respective shoes.

Ernesto refuses to give Miguel the blessing and has Miguel taken away.

Some more shoes are thrown at Ernesto.

Manny's and Benny's shoes fly forward about two rows of seats and lightly land on Imelda and Héctor, respectively.

Even baby Coco joins in, throwing one of her tiny new spotless Rivera shoes in the general direction of the screen. It lands in the lap of the person sitting in front of her, Victoria.

Miguel is thrown in the cenote.

Shoes are thrown again, this time at the guards, with many insults.

Enrique and Luisa hug Miguel, and he buries his face in their shoulders and doesn't look at the screen. It's an unpleasant memory to think about, after all.

Then Elena and Franco line up to hug Miguel.

Enrique and Luisa are horrified at the danger their son was in.

Héctor spasms, flashing gold as he approaches the Final Death.

"I'm so sorry I forgot you, Papá," Coco tries to say.

"It's not your fault, Coco," Héctor cuts her off. "You were very old. You couldn't do anything about that. You already remembered me for longer than I'd ever thought you would."

Héctor and Miguel realize they are related.

"ABOUT TIME!" everyone says.

Héctor sings "Remember Me" to the picture of Coco. Flashback to him singing it to her as a little girl.

Everyone is crying. Even Elena.

Imelda shows up with Pepita.

Everybody cheers.

The Riveras sneak into the Sunrise Spectacular.

"See?" Miguel tells Rosa.

The living Riveras find the dead Riveras (plus Miguel) all dressed as Frida Kahlo very amusing.

"Nice job pulling that off with your mustache, Papá," Elena actually tells Julio, who chuckles.

Carmen, who is a fan of Frida's art and has several reproductions of her more famous works, asks "How did you get Frida Kahlo to help sneak you in?"

"We explained that Ernesto was a lying cheating murderer," Miguel explains, "and she was like 'I always thought there was something off about him! No wonder he never comes up with anything new and doesn't bother to show up at rehearsal! How can I help you?'"

Imelda smacks Ernesto with her boot.

Everybody cheers again.

At about this point Abel and Rosa start chanting for the onscreen Héctor and Imelda to "Kiss! Kiss!"

Imelda: "That's for murdering the love of my life!"

Héctor: "I'm the love of your life?"

The dead Riveras, who had a front-row seat to Héctor and Imelda talking and arguing and talking and the rekindling of their relationship and Héctor hovering nervously around Imelda and showing up randomly with flowers and Imelda dancing (!) with him and asking him point-blank what she could do to try to make it up to him and making a point of calling him "mi amor" at least once a day: "HE SURE IS!"

Miguel piping up, "That's what I heard!"

"I don't think that was quite the right moment for that, mijo," Enrique tells him, but he is laughing along with everyone else.

Imelda sings onstage.

It takes everyone a moment to realize that both Héctor and Imelda are singing along with the onscreen Imelda.

Elena looks somewhat scandalized.

Eventually, though, she relaxes and watches her abuelita do what once brought her joy, and now, it seems, does again.

"Of course I knew the song she was singing," Héctor says in answer to the unspoken question. "Of course I was able to play along. It's her favorite song! We used to perform this in the plaza! Me playing and you singing, remember, Imelda?"

"They were very popular," Oscar and Felipe affirm. "Second only to...well, Ernesto."

Ernesto shows up and they try to snatch the photo from each other in the guise of dancing.

Yet more shoes are thrown at Ernesto.

The Riveras are out of shoes so they all have to get up and collect them again.

"Didn't anyone wonder who you were, Mamá Imelda?" Gloria asks.

"Yes," Imelda says. "What with everything that happened afterwards, and piecing together the truth about Ernesto and Héctor...we had to deal with quite a few questions. From the police, from journalists, from random strangers on the street..."

The way she fingers her boot leaves everyone in no doubt to how she dealt with some of those questions.

Imelda nearly gives Miguel the blessing.

"Wait, but you didn't have that picture when you came home," Rosa says to Miguel. "You didn't put it on the ofrenda."

"Um," Miguel says.

Ernesto grabs Miguel.

The living Riveras gasp in horror.

"This already happened," Miguel tries to assure them.

Ernesto throws Miguel off the roof.

The living Riveras scream in unison with the dead Riveras onscreen.

Baby Coco bursts into tears.

Nobody even throws any shoes. They all gather around Miguel and hug him, "Mijo, Dios mio, Gracias a Dios you're all right," and Miguel doesn't even protest or point out that this was over a year ago because reliving the moment you fell almost to your death is not very pleasant.

Ernesto is projected on the screen in front of the audience.

"Wait, so they all saw that?" Miguel asks.

"They saw everything," Imelda confirms. "You accusing him of murder. Him trying to kill you. Everyone knows everything he did now."

The audience boos him and throws food at him.

Everybody cheers again.

Miguel, back in the Land of the Living, runs home as fast as possible.

"RUN!" Abel and Rosa yell.

"This was last year!" Miguel points out. "I did this already!"

He did do this already, and they all remember Miguel running home at dawn after disappearing all night, but it's different now, seeing it again, and realizing what was at stake.

"Why did you take the guitar?" Luisa wants to know.

Miguel shrugs. "I don't know, I didn't really think about it. It just felt like I should. It was my real great-great-grandfather's, after all. Besides, it was a good thing I did."

Miguel tries to get Coco to remember her father.

Pretty much everyone has tears in their eyes.

Miguel sings "Remember Me" for Coco. Coco sings along.

Everyone's definitely crying again.

Coco and Héctor sing along, quietly, to each other.

Coco recognizes her family. Her mind is restored.

"It was like I'd woken up," Coco murmurs. "Like I'd been half asleep the whole time, my mind was all fuzzy and foggy...and then suddenly, the song woke me up. It brought me back. I remembered everything."

"It's actually been proven that music can improve the memories of people with Alzheimer's or dementia," Rosa says. "It can bring up memories of their childhood or even present-day. It can improve their conditions for longer periods of time."

Everyone looks at her.

"What?" Rosa says. "After all that-" She points at the screen. "- happened, I was curious, so I went to the library and read some books about it."

Coco tells her family stories about her father.

"You listened to her," Héctor says slowly. "You didn't know anything about me then. You didn't know that I'd died. You still thought that I'd left Imelda and Coco. But you still listened to her tell you about me."

"We didn't know anything about you," Elena agrees. "But this was the most lucid Mamá had been in years. Since Abel was Miguel's age. Whatever she was saying, we were going to listen to her."

The epilogue; Dia de los Muertos of only a couple of months earlier.

Everyone cheers when Héctor gets through.

Proud Corazón.

Miguel, Rosa, and Abel sing along with their onscreen counterparts. Manny and Benny sing too.

Baby Coco also tries to sing along except she can't really talk yet so her singing sounds like "Ay mi fa ba ba ay mi he ba ba ba ca ba ba."

Miguel says proudly that he's sure his little sister will be the best singer when she grows up.

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[riddlerosehearts]

time for a ✨ very late intro post ✨

hey everyone! i probably should've made a post like this for my pinned ages ago, but better late than never, i guess? i'm going to stick part of this below a readmore because it got a bit long oops. you don't have to read this by any means but it's here now if you're interested!

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

From Blood, Love and Courage - Chapter Nine.

Well, there’s going to be a change with how this story is shared, guys, and that change is as follows. I’m now putting YOU in charge of its future with an unlocking system. If you want the next chapter, then this one has to reach a minimum of 25 notes to automatically unlock the next, which will be posted on Friday as usual if it reaches that number by then. Your likes, comments and reblogs will assist in building this, to what I feel is a very fair number. 

 If not, then it’s simple. It doesn’t get continued until it reaches the minimum notes target. Your interaction is what is needed to keep it going, and I hope I shan’t be disappointed, but you must understand that I devote time, focus and energy to my writing, and to receive so little recognition for that is soul destroying, and my desire and love of writing is suffering because of it. It’s gotten to the point where I’ve more of less decided this will be my last ever full length story, such is my sadness that engagement is so low. If there was ever a time to be kind to your author when she needs it, it’s now. 

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Previous chapters - One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight

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Warnings - Mentions of rape and the associated trauma of such to come in future chapters. While I do not plan on detailing these overtly graphically, there will be detailing of such and conversations surrounding the subject, so if this is a trigger for you, you’d be best not to begin reading the story. 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Woah!”

“Oh, my fucking god!”

“Damn, girl!”

The clubhouse was a buzz as Angel streamed the fight from his phone onto the TV, everyone watching Lily do her thing in the octagon.  

“Look at you, absolute powerhouse,” Taza spoke warmly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder before wincing. “Jesus, fuck! The power in that... what do they call that?”

“Spinning back fist,” Lily confirmed, her friend still cringing as the guys all roared at witnessing the footage of her then going in for the kill, Gabriella’s nose shattering across her face.  

Taza raised his eyebrows. “It messed her up for sure. As did you. Told you you’d hand her ass to her; you should try listening to me more.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she conceded, snuggling against him as he hugged her a little tighter. Taza really was becoming like the father she’d never had, Angel seeing that clearly too, glad for her that she’d found someone who so purely adored her just as much as he did. Well, there was a hell of a lot of sexual there for Angel too, but he knew that didn’t exist for Taza. He’d also managed not to let envy override the rational part of his brain when EZ had greeted her with a big, congratulatory hug and swing around in his arms upon their arrival earlier in the evening, knowing that to truly move forward, he needed to put such reactionary behaviour behind him.  

He was learning to settle into happiness. True, he might stumble again where jealousy was concerned, so might Lily, too, but they’d work through it together rather than reverting to toxicity. What they had, they knew already was just too good to ruin.  

“So, when’s your next fight?” Riz questioned a time later, him, Lily, Angel, Taza and Coco all moved to a table to sit and continue enjoying the little celebratory Sunday night for Lily’s win.  

“That all depends on Larry, but sometime within the next twelve weeks, I should imagine,” she replied, her hand curling over Angel’s thigh as she gently scritched him with her nails.  

Riz nodded, licking his lips, looking contemplative. “Feel like having another tap around?”

Angel’s head virtually swivelled off his shoulders with the speed he turned his neck. “You ain’t asking my girl to fight you. Nah, not even you’re that dumb, bro.”

“I don’t want to sound like I’m being sexist,” he began.

“Before you say something completely sexist, brother,” Taza interrupted, Riz lifting his chin defiantly.

“She couldn’t take me down.”  

Lily shrugged, eyeing him up for size. “I managed with EZ, and I’d guess he has a good twenty pounds in weight on you,” she began. “What do you weigh?”

Riz thought for a moment. It had been a while since he’d stepped on a set of scales. “Hmmm, about one ninety-five, or thereabouts. What are you, one sixty?”

“One seventy, most of that being muscle weight.”

“The booty is at least forty pounds by itself!” Angel piped up with a grin.

“Yeah, I could take you down,” Lily told him with confidence, a few of the other guys strolling over.

His eyebrows rose, chuckling softly. “I remain confident. You couldn’t, carina.”

“This I gotta see, man. Yo, Riz, you got a screw loose,” Coco began, pointing at Lily. “She’s fucking scary, homes!”  

“Feel like putting your money where your mouth is?” Lily proposed. Her challenger immediately looked interested.  

“Two grand says I beat you.”

Lily swallowed hard. She didn’t have that kind of cash, Angel knowing it, leaning close and whispering in her ear. “If you lose, I got you, baby. You won’t, though. Go knock him down.”  

“Done.” She was out of her seat in a flash, shoes off, grabbing the hair elastic from around her wrist and tying her hair up tight, Riz looking on at her with smugness, shaking his head.  

“I apologise right now if I hurt your girl, Angel.”

He grinned widely. “Don’t say you weren’t warned.”

Bishop snorted, pointing at the now black TV screen. “Seriously, you watch that and your response is to want to fight the girl?” he exclaimed, sinking his bourbon. “Really?”

Riz got up, removing his kutte and shirt. “Ain’t had a good fight in weeks.” While Lily went to her car, ducking behind the hood to put her sports bra on, the guys all filtered over to their fight cage, Riz heading in, everyone giving him shit as Lily walked over, stretching her arms and legs as she went. Once their hands had been bandaged, it was on.  

“Come on, baby, fucking knock his ass down!” Angel shouted swigging from a bottle of tequila, glad Lily was on driving duty that night. They circled one another, every single one of the guys cheering Lily on, Riz eyeing her before he surged forward, making the kind of rookie mistake that most people Lily was pitted against knew better over; he left his body wide open, Lily ducking his punch before her shin hit him straight in the ribs, unsteadying him, prime to then receive her fists to his face, two punches, thud, thud, Riz swinging again, Lily neatly ducking under before her leg hit his thigh.  

He stumbled, and she could have been on him like a tiger taking down its prey, but she went easy on him. “Come on, Riz! I expected better!” she goaded him with playfully, Riz tightening his lips as he came for her again, this time managing to catch the side of her head and not stop, hitting her cheek with a strong punch, but oh, those were the only two he landed. He felt something hard hit him atop his head, Lily driving her elbow down onto his skull, pushing him back, her fists then connecting with his face in quick, unrelenting succession before pivoting off her left foot and sending a spinning round kick straight into the side of his head with her right, Riz feeling like he’d just been hit by a truck as he crashed down to the dirt.  

As he lay there dazed, his brothers all cheering his defeat, he had to laugh. At himself, for being so stupid. Fuck, she hit hard.  

“You okay?” Lily asked, offering her hand.  

He blinked a few times, sitting up on his elbows. “Ouch.” he began, his eyes finally focusing as he took her hand, Lily hauling him up. “I er... yeah. Never making that mistake twice, you fucking beast.” He looked a little dented in the pride, but gave her a big hug all the same, taking the two grand he had in his wallet and handing it over. Fair was fair, and she had won very fairly. “Your shins must be permanently black with the force you kick people with.” he then mentioned as they walked out, Lily rolling up her leggings to show him the purple bruises she had forming after her fight against Gabriella the previous evening.  

“Yeah, you could say that.” He shook his head, receiving a barrage of banter from the guys at his expense, while Lily sank into Angel’s embrace and wondered what she was going to spend her quick cash on. One thing sprang to mind immediately, her girl’s night she was having with Angie, Jodie and honorary girl Carlos the following Saturday. They were heading to Santo Padre’s most tolerable bar/club, The Troubadour, Lily throwing some serious cash at the bar to cover a running tab.  

“So, are you getting drunk, or are we calorie counting?” Jodie asked, Lily pouring out margaritas from the large pitcher she’d just ordered. “It had better be the former.”

“It is, girlfriend. It is,” she confirmed, Jodie applauding. “I won two fights in twenty-four hours, believe me, I’m celebrating!” Her friends gave her an inquiringly perplexed set of faces. “One of Angel’s guys from the club bet I couldn’t knock him down, so I did. Easiest two grand I’ve ever made!”  

“Honey, I’ll drink to that!” Angie exclaimed, toasting her with the others, Lily taking a big gulp of her drink. It went down entirely too well.

“So, speaking of Angel, you guys have met him, but because of one thing or another, I’m yet to do so!” Angie spoke, Lily checking her phone, seeing she had a message from the man himself while Jodie and Carlos did some filling in.  

“He’s so nice! He always gives me a kiss and asks how I’m doing whenever he visits her at work, actually takes a genuine interest too. And he cleared tables for me once when we were slammed and El Chupacabra had left early,” Jodie started, Lily snorting with laughter. Angel’s name for Carol had well and truly stuck with the staff at Renegade Coffee.  

“Angie, girl, the man is walking sex,” Carlos began, fanning himself.  

“I’ve seen pictures, yes,” she confirmed.

Lily joined in then, slipping her phone back into her bag. “Walking sex with be here with his brother in an hour. They’re just visiting with their dad.”

Carlos’s eyes almost fell from his skull. “He has a brother?” His yell made half the bar turn around.  

“Who’s also straight.”  

“Oh, I don’t mind that. Just means I get two bits of hot to look at!” His assertion had the girls laughing, Lily sipping her drink and feeling a little pit of worry dent her stomach. She knew Angie wasn’t entirely approving of him, because of what he was, so she just hoped she could see past that, to who he was instead; someone who made her sublimely happy. Of course, the lady in question picked up on it, letting Jodie and Carlos fall into conversation as they moved to a table when it became available.  

“Listen, mami. I know I was hesitant when you first told me about him, but regardless of the scary profession, I want to give him a chance, I truly do. I can’t ignore how happy he seems to make you for one thing, so if he’s sticking around, I should put my big girl pants on and just suck it up,” she vouched, Lily reaching to squeeze her hand.  

“Thank you, that means a lot to me, because I do plan for him to be around for the foreseeable, so you two getting along matters to me.”  

Angie reached for her cheek, giving it a soft pinch. “I’m looking forward to him arriving.”

Lily leaned in close, her mouth tilting into a smirk. “Not as much as Carlos is; he has the hugest crush on him.”

“And how does Angel handle it?” Angie began, sipping her drink. “We both know how frisky that boy gets.”

“All in his stride.” Carlos happened to be in the men’s room when he and EZ arrived, Angel greeting the ladies with a kiss each, EZ following suit, his eyes lingering upon Jodie.  

“Is the cute blonde single?” he whispered while greeting Lily.  

“Very much so.”

This was news he was pleased to hear. “You just made my night, Lilypad.” He took a seat at the other end of the table, engaging Jodie in conversation immediately, Angel seating himself between Lily and Jodie, Angie about to begin a conversation with him when she was distracted by Carlos, sneaking up behind him.  

“My boyfriend is right behind me, isn’t he?” Angel joked, noticing Angie trying not to laugh as she kept looking over his shoulder, Carlos still sneaking low before wrapping his arms around Angel’s neck, grinning widely. “Hey Tinkerbelle, how you doing?”

Tinkerbelle. It’d been Angel’s name for him since Carlos had taken very badly to having some guys hurl a barrage of homophobic abuse at him one evening at the coffee shop, Carlos vaulting the counter at being called a fairy, screaming that he was, as he put it, ‘Tinkerbelle who’s gonna knock your damned teeth right out your mouth, you homophobic motherfuckers!’ and thusly scaring away the high school guys who had not expected such a reaction.  

“I’m great now you’re here,” he cooed, rocking Angel back and forth in a hug, Angel taking it in his stride as usual, EZ raising an eyebrow as he leaned around Jodie.  

“Oh, you wore the tight, black vest just for me, didn’t you? Shows off your chest definition, and these big arms, oooh la la!” he continued, squeezing his biceps, Angel laughing as he pinched the bridge of his nose and knocked back one of the tequila shots he brought for the table. He and EZ had basically told the bartender to pour from the rest of the bottle until it was empty, wanting a good night that didn’t involve not drinking, leaving their bikes at their father’s and getting an Uber there.  

“What’s it gonna take for you to put me down, Carlos?” he asked, the girls in hysterics as their friend beamed, still squeezing onto Angel’s arms.

“Gimmie a little of what you give Lily!”

He considered his options, grinning suddenly before grabbing Carlos by the head and promptly licking his cheek. “There. Happy now?”  

“Angel, you’re so gross!” Jodie cried, laughing so hard her sides hurt.

“What? I gave him what he wanted!” he protested with an expressive shrug, the whole table in hysterics at the look of utter bliss on Carlos’s face, who seated himself again with a huge grin.  

“I’m never washing this cheek again, papi,” he began, picking up with drink and winking. “Lily, damn you’re a lucky girl, getting a tongue that wide all over your chica business.” he then continued, pointing at her crotch. Further laughter endured.  

She bit her lower lip, smirking. “Oh, I know.” Angel just sat there grinning, loving the attention as always before he turned his focus to Angie, who was perhaps the most important of Lily’s friends, and yet the one he didn’t yet know. He asked all about her and her life, adding little pieces of information Lily had spoken of her, Angie impressed at his memory for such details since she knew they likely didn’t spend a huge amount of their time as a couple engaging in discussions about her.  

She’d be lying if the fact that he was an outlaw wasn’t still a concern for her, but she found him to be exactly as Lily had described, nice, charming, funny, maybe a little full of himself at times, but in a way that was amusing rather than obnoxious, but what struck her the most was how in love he was with her bestie. She could see it so clearly, that Lily had met a man who utterly adored her, and that went a long way to smooth her fears.  

“So, I’m walking through the warehouse, calling out for her, can’t see shit because we turned out most of the lights, so there’s only what was shining in through the big windows between the warehouse floor and the trade counter coming through,” Angie began regaling the table with a story from their time working at the automotive parts warehouse. “And I’m thinking, ‘where the actual hell is she?’ as I walk. She’s shouting that she’s ‘over here’, wherever that was because she’s really muffled, and so I round a few other corners, still calling out for her when suddenly, the top of a box bursts open, and out jumps Lily with a flashlight in one hand and her cell in the other, and I screamed so loud I sounded like I was being murdered...”

“And...” Lily pressed, shaking her arm to force the confession.

“I really needed to go to the bathroom anyway, and she scared me so damned much, I peed my pants!” she finally admitted, hiding her face as everyone exploded with laughter. “And that’s the story on how I became a viral video just over ten years ago!” Yes, back in the days of Vine, Angie and Lily had shared many pranks on one another for the scare cam trend, and the ‘damn you, Lily, I peed myself!’ video had gotten well over a million hits.

“Do you have the video?” EZ inquired, Lily grabbing her phone and scrolling through the video folder until she found it, holding it out so everyone could take a look. As he leaned around to view it, EZ very smoothly slipped an arm across Jodie’s shoulders, Lily and Angie exchanging a look with her, Jodie flashing a quick, discreet grin. The attraction was entirely mutual, it seemed. It also meant that the three women took a visit to the ladies' room together once Angie had died of embarrassment at her viral video being laughed at quite as loudly as it had, much preening and hair fluffing going on as they checked their appearances in the mirrors.  

“You and EZ are looking very cosy, mama,” Angie spoke, giving Jodie a little nudge.

She smirked, adding a little more definition to her eyebrows with the aid of a dark blonde pencil and combing them through. “I’m hoping I’ll be keeping a certain part of him very cosy once we leave here.”

Many giggles followed. “You’re so bad! You young girls and your wild sex lives, and here’s me, feeling old and married!”

“You’re forty-one! That isn’t old!” Lily scoffed, dabbing tinted balm upon her lips, noting that it was time for a filler top up. That’d be a week of pain for the following week, in for an adjustment with her chiropractor, getting her lips done and having Hank start her new tattoo, too. “Besides, didn’t you tell me about a certain night that involved handcuffs recently?”

Angie beamed, laughing at the way Jodie’s jaw dropped in delight. “It’s probably tame, compared to what you two likely get up to. Or will do for you, Jodie. That man might be all sweet smiles and polite nature, but I sense there’s a demon lurking in there!”

“Right? He’s probably just like his brother in that respect,” Lily confirmed, Angie clearing her throat.  

“Oh, mami. I know I only just met your guy, but really, Angel’s demon is on full display.” Her words prompted raucous giggles, the girls spritzing themselves with perfume before heading back out, Lily not making it through the hallway with the others, halted by two arms sliding around her waist.  

“Not yet, mi amor,” Angel whispered in her ear, pulling her back against his chest. “I have plans for you.” He checked that the coast was clear before pulling her straight into the men's room, the stalls both free, turning back and advancing on her with a hungry growl.  

“What, in here?” she began, his hands yanking up her dress, smacking her bare ass before his fingers hooked beneath the tiny, black thong she wore, pulling it off and stuffing it in his pocket. “Anyone could walk right in, Angel!”  

He rumbled a laugh of pure sin, hands stroking at her delicate neck as he kissed her hungrily. “That’s the point, mamacita. Didn’t you tell me once that the thrill of possibly getting caught was a turn on for you?”

Oh yeah. His demon really was on full display, the thrill of it arrowing right to where his fingers skimmed, her folds dewy, stroked even slicker as they shared rough, urgent kisses. Her breath hitched as his fingers pushed within her, curling, dragging at her, Lily whimpering softly, biting his lower lip before their tongues swirled again, a feral desire settling low in them both, coils of uncontainable tension beginning to wind sharply as they panted against one another.  

He turned her around roughly, pulling her dress up until it bunched at her waist, the top yanked down to expose her bare breasts, his mouth ravenous at her neck as he unfastened his jeans just enough to pull his cock out, lifting her leg to rest beside one of the sinks and plunging it into her. “Yeah, that’s right, querida. You’re gonna watch me fuck you, and love every last second of it.” The heat that rose through her at hearing those words was indescribable, a magmatic surge that only grew in ferocity as he wound her long braid around his fist and pulled her head back, kissing her neck, focusing on their reflection, the sight of his thick cock splitting her tight cunt wide making his insides jolt.

Her lungs felt heavy as she panted, her eyes fixed upon the mirror while she was hyper-aware of the door to the left, her heart hammering at the prospect that at any given moment, it could open. Anyone could walk in, hell, somebody probably would, and god, how that caused her nerves to fizz with anticipation. The punch of his cock had her gleaming, sending fire and frost through her veins, her hair pulled again as his teeth clamped onto her neck, Angel rumbling a low, predatory growl of arousal. “God damnit, you look so hot when you’re getting fucked, baby.”

Just then, the door swung open, a man of about fifty walking in. “Holy shit!”  

“Occupied,” Angel barked, the guy just standing there staring. Letting go of his pinch on her nipple, he pulled his gun from the back of his jeans, pointing at him. “Either join in or get the fuck out, homeboy.” He turned and left, Angel putting his gun down at the side of the sink, hand moving to her throat, teeth nipping her earlobe.  

“See, you had to know this braid was gonna get you in trouble, baby girl,” he spoke, pulling harder, Lily’s breath catching in her throat as she watched his fat cock sliding in and out in an effortless glide, transfixed by the sight.  

“All the trouble I wanted. Is it wrong that seeing you pull a gun on someone turned me on even more, though?”

Angel shook his head, a deep rumbling chuckle echoing through her ear. “Nah, mamacita. Guns are sexy, but nowhere near as sexy as you.” His words burned through her like freefalling embers, Lily turning her head, kissing him with wild desire, moaning into his mouth, his cock rutting her deeper, sending a blaze of stars glittering up her spine as she felt herself ascending sharply.  

Adding a little more speed to each dragging thrust, he began to stoke the bonfire of her pleasure, flames crackling, Lily feeling unmoored entirely, her cunt flexing in appreciation of his assailing, the girth of him igniting her with the delicious stretch as her cunt fluttered on him, crying out, his grip at her throat and in her hair tightening. Something within him broke at hearing her shrill wails, Angel pounding into her with unmatched ferocity, giving her all that she craved, his deep groans intoxicating to her ears.  

“Look how good you take it. Mmmm, yeah. You're my dirty girl.”  

Everything was wild, fervid, uncontained and magmatic, both of them spiralling headlong into the kind of release that had their moans and groans filling the air along with the sound of their skin smacking together, an undoing of all-consuming magnitude shooting like lightning over every throbbing nerve ending, leaving them absolutely shattered to pieces, breathless, but fuck, so drunk on one another, swimming in heavenly tingles.  

They straightened up quickly, standing and indulging in some hot kisses afterwards, two guys walking in and immediately throwing some humour their way.  

“No fucking in the restroom, y’all!”

“Too late.” Lily snickered, kissing him once more before they exited arm in arm, their laughter escalating before suddenly, he halted her.  

Wrapping his arms around her, he rested his forehead to hers, his mouth upturning into the widest, happiest smile. “You know something? I know it’s only been ten weeks, but this is the best relationship I’ve ever been in.”

She was touched by his statement, stroking his arms. “Why, because I let you fuck me in a public restroom?”  

He threw his head back, laughing loudly. “Well, that was fun, but it’s everything. You, you’re just... I’m having the best time ever with you. You make me insanely happy. I meant it too, after I nearly fucking wrecked everything. I’m not gonna be that guy any longer, I’m not. I need for you to understand that, although I know it’ll take time for me to win your complete trust back. It’ll be worth it, proving that I’m good enough for you.”

Even though it had only been a week, she’d seen the effort he’d been putting in, the way he affirmed everything, constantly acknowledging his wrong, promising her that he would prove himself worthy. She believed him, too. Something on a deeper level than communication alone told her that he wasn’t going to ruin things, that he meant everything he’d told her. “I love you, querida.”

Kissing him, she squeezed him tightly, her insides sparkling. “Ditto, honey. Come on, I think I still have a couple of hundred behind the bar. Let’s go dent it.”  

And oh, how they did. So much so that when they awoke the next morning, it was to pounding heads. They ate, drank back two pots of strong coffee, showered and brushed their teeth, but still, felt absolutely no better.

“Back to bed?” Angel suggested, Lily nodding. “Hold on.” Walking over to Charlie’s cage, he opened it, tapping his shoulder, the bird scampering out.  

“Bro time!” Charlie shouted, dancing happily, his comb risen in delight.  

“You got that right, little man. You want some grapes?”

“Now!”

“Erm, where’s your manners, homeslice?” he asked, picking up a few of his toys.  

“Grapes...” he paused, beginning to dance when Angel grasped his favourite toy, the small Tigger plush. “Please!”

“Good boy. Alright, let’s go get your snacks.” Lily stood there smiling, loving how much her two favourite boys got on, Angel rifling through the fridge for Charlie’s food, grabbing him a few almonds as well before they went back to bed, the bird bouncing around across Angel’s legs on top of the covers, throwing his Tigger plush around and chattering pure nonsense, coming back every so often for a little more food.  

“He’s like having a toddler, isn’t he? Yells but doesn’t make sense, food motivated and loves toys,” Angel observed, passing Charlie another almond and watching him bounce away again, perching on his knee to eat it.

“He really, really is. A toddler that’ll never grow up either!”  

He laughed, agreeing. “So, where do you stand on actual kids, then? You want any someday?”

“I do, yeah. I want two, maybe three. How about you?” Her revelation delighted him, since having a family of his own was something he definitely saw in his future.

“Same. I want that little unit, you know? Somewhere that’s all mine, something good I created for me and whoever the lucky woman is to bear my beautiful offspring.”

Lily grinned, stroking where his beard met his neck, the dark growth making a scratchy noise against her nails. “If we have kids, damn, they’ll be so fucking cute.”  

“Yeah, they will.”

She raised an eyebrow. “That sounded very decisive.”

He leaned to kiss her, nuzzling her softly. “That’s because it was. I mean, it’s too soon right now, but way into the future, yeah. I can see it happening for us.”

Well, if there was one thing she could be on board for, it was having Angel’s babies one day. They were young and in love, why not? Until then, though, getting in a lot of practice for that eventual conception was where they were both at, Charlie taken to his day perch out in the lounge after an hour so they could enjoy doing just that.  

#angel reyes #Angel reyes fanfiction #Angel reyes x ofc #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc smut #angel reyes smut #clayton cardenas #clayton cardenas fanfiction #clayton cardenas smut #clayton cardenas x ofc

[karahalloway]

Kara Halloway - Tag List Clean-Up

Hi Everyone!

I realised just now that I seem to have missed a few people off my tag lists for the last few chapters that I've posted for (Less Than) Noble Intentions and Sleepless in New York 🙈

I think I have corrected the oversights on the applicable chapters, but in light of this mishap, I decided that it would probably be a good time to do a tag list clean-up, given that (i) I've had several new people who has asked to be added to my tag list and (ii) I have noticed that with the easing of lockdown restrictions, people's lives have gotten busier, so I don't want to keep bothering you with updates if you are no longer interested in / don't have time for reading.

As per the usual spiel with these things:

If you would like to stay where you are - please send me a message confirming this.

If you would like to be moved - please send me a message and let me know where you want to be moved to

If you'd like to be added - send me a message letting me know where to put you!

If you would like off the list - you don't need to do anything!

You have until the end of the month to make your decision! (Which is realistically when the next chapter of Sleepless will probably be ready 😅 and I want to make sure that everyone who wants to be tagged is!)

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Sleepless in New York only

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(Less Than) Noble Intentions only

@thetruthisthatiloveyou @anakjaybon-blog

Thanksgiving only*

@burnsoslow

*Hope to pick this up again Oct/Nov this year 🤞🏻

If I accidentally missed anyone off any list, apologies!!

I will be posting an updated tag list for everyone’s reference at the end of the month 👍

#kara halloway #tag list cleanup

[icesiscouture]

I was tagged by @purplejan. 💜

✨ 16 questions for 16 mutuals ✨

1. Are you named after anyone?

I wasn’t named after a person, but I was named after the song “Rhiannon” by Fleetwood Mac.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I’m not much of a crier, but I did just cry over a true crime YouTube video I was watching.

3. Do you have kids?

Absolutely not. I’ve known since I was a child myself that I have no desire to ever be a parent.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yes, I definitely do. My sense of humor is very dry and sarcastic.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I don’t think there’s one specific thing that I immediately notice about everyone. It depends on the person and what about them stands out to me.

6. What’s your eye color?

Green!

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I’m not a big fan of movies, but if I am going to watch one, I usually go for a horror or thriller or something along those lines. My favorite movie is The Proposal, though, so take that as you will.

8. Any special talents?

No. 😌

9. Where were you born?

Missouri, USA

10. What are your hobbies?

I like reading, watching TV, listening to podcasts, baking, watching drag content, etc. I’m pretty boring.

11. Do you have any pets?

I have two dogs named Finn and Coco.

12. What sports do you play or have you played?

I haven’t played sports in a long time, but when I was younger, I did gymnastics, three types of dance (tap, jazz, and ballet), and basketball. I also played one season of T-ball and didn’t like it enough to continue on into softball. I tried volleyball for a hot second, but I wasn’t very good at it and never played on an actual team.

13. How tall are you?

5′4″

14. Favorite subject in school?

I loved any type of science other than physics. Chemistry was my favorite.

15. Dream job?

I used to have a “dream job,” but now I just want a job that pays me enough to live comfortably, has good benefits, isn’t too stressful, and doesn’t make me dread going to work every day. I just started a new job on January 9th, and so far it checks all of those boxes, so I’m satisfied. That being said, I have a master’s degree in criminology (and am not currently using it).

16. Sunset or sunrise?

Mornings are not for me, so I probably prefer a sunset.

I assume I’m supposed to tag 16 people, but I’m sure a lot of y’all have already done this, so I’ll tag a few and ask that you please don’t k*ll me if I’m the 700th person to tag you. @roxy206 @sapphicsupremacist @creatinglunasea @goodemethyd @t4yce @boscobetty

#tag game

[scribbuluswrites]

The Chance

*rubs hands together* I’m just too impatient to stick to weekly posting on this. Since it’s the final ‘book’ of the series, I’m just going to let myself post it as quickly as I feel like. XD

As always, thank you so much for reading and coming along on my journey far from canon. All of the interactions/reblogs/comments are so appreciated. They keep me going and keep my writing flowing. :)

Over the next month, things went from bad to worse. Coco hadn’t expected Bishop to stop the club from seeking retribution over his injury and all the disrespect that had been heaped on the club. 

Coco had been so angry initially that he’d destroyed his knuckles, needing a physical way to unleash his frustrations. He’d pounded his fist into the side of his car hard enough to leave a dent. Something had to be broken, but he didn’t have the energy to give a damn.

It had taken a few days, but eventually he’d told Katarina all about it. He’d raged and shouted, venting everything he’d been letting build up. It didn’t feel as active as hitting something, but in a way, it felt more cathartic. 

Kat just sat beside him, wanting him to get all of this off his chest. She thought it was going to be the turning point for them. Maybe they’d be able to stand together after this.

For just a few hours, Coco looked more like himself than he had in weeks. His dark eyes were warm again as he looked over at Katarina, his fingers twined with hers. His voice had gotten a little less ragged, but the hint of him quickly started to fade. 

Once Coco had exhausted himself and his story, he’d shut down entirely. He pulled his hand away, and Kat saw the walls close once more. The moment of relief he’d had was almost immediately replaced with the stark reality of his situation. 

He was half-blind and unable to ride, and it felt like his club had abandoned him. Coco didn’t have a lot of family, but he hadn’t felt this alone in a long while. 

On some level, he knew the isolation he was experiencing was self inflicted. He was actively pushing everyone away, but it felt better than watching them continue functioning while he struggled just to do small things. 

Even Katarina had started to treat him differently. Right after his accident, she had been soft and kind, trying her best to help him with anything she could. Now, though, she seemed annoyed with him. Coco hadn’t realised that Kat was annoyed because he had stopped asking and started demanding. 

At the bottom of his pity party, he had the painkillers to distract him. They were Coco’s only friend, his only comfort in this. And, he was ready to give everything up to keep them close by.

It was the perfect escape, and he found himself itching to leave the apartment so that he could sink into the emptiness. The space where there weren’t any expectations; no club members or old ladies waiting on him or needing him.

Katarina didn’t directly say anything, but Coco could feel her silent judgment all the same. He wished she would just tell him she was disappointed, but Kat never did. She kept trying to support him and stay out of his way. Her attempts at understanding somehow made him angrier. 

They’d fallen into a terrible new pattern over the last two weeks, and neither of them knew how to fix it. Kat wasn’t sure Coco even wanted to fix it.

Katarina wanted to help him, but the only thing Coco wanted right now was to be alone. He’d wait until she fell asleep, and then Coco would sneak out. Tonight, though, he just couldn’t hold on that long. 

Kat glanced up from her book, noticing Coco as he headed for the front door of their apartment. He didn’t say anything, just grabbed his keys and started to leave. 

“So that’s how it is?” she asked, startling him. Coco hadn’t heard her walk over behind him. 

“How what is?” he said back, not meeting her eyes as he turned to face her. She looked worried. Coco hated it.

“You’re just going to leave without saying anything to me. No goodbye, no mention of where you’re going, when you might be back,” she said, trying to make him look at her. 

“You ain’t my ma,” Coco retorted, the guilt overwhelming. “You’re my old lady, and I ain’t have to tell you shit.” 

Kat took a step backwards, feeling like his words had physically pushed her away. She almost grinned at his complete lack of respect, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from saying something she might regret. 

“Ok, Coco. You just keep…” she trailed off, shaking her head as Coco walked away from her. He slammed the door behind him, not bothering to lock it. “Just keep treating me like this and see where it gets you,” she muttered, turning back to the armchair. 

Across town, Coco had found his new place in the world. He’d fallen right back into his old demons, and the part of him that cared was getting smaller by the day. 

It had started as pain management, the prescription meds getting expensive and hard to get ahold of. Now, though, Coco wasn’t even sure he had physical pain. It could all be in his head, but it didn’t matter at all. Real or imagined, he was going to keep doing this. 

That night, Coco made the decision to let his life end. He wasn’t going to keep going home or try and fix things with Kat. He was going to stay here at the camp until Katarina finally left him. It was the only way he could end his relationship and not become the bad guy. If she walked away, Coco wasn’t the failure. He wasn’t the one giving up. 

Coco didn’t come home, and Katarina didn’t mind. 

Angel made a face as Coco showed up at the clubhouse. He was late for Templo, and he hadn’t shown up for any shifts in over a week. 

“Fuck, bro. Don’t you shower any more?” Angel asked, pinching his nose as the other Mayan got closer. 

“I ain’t in the mood,” Coco groused, sticking a cigarette between his lips. His hair was greasy and unkempt, and there was a stain on his plaid shirt. 

Bishop approached the small group. He looked even less happy about the state of Coco, not hiding the distaste in his expression. 

“Coco, where the hell have you been?” Bish asked gruffly, staring the younger rider down. 

“What do you mean, Pres?” Coco asked, his eyes moving nervously between Angel and Bishop. He didn’t like feeling caught. 

Bishop gave him a look of disbelief. “You’re fucking with me, right?” 

“Nah, I haven’t missed any shifts or meetings.” Coco’s eyes cut over to EZ as the Prospect laughed. He had the audacity to laugh at a member, and Coco felt a sharp flash of anger. “Fuck you laughin’ at?” he demanded, giving EZ a shove. 

Angel pushed him back, and Bishop stepped between them. “You better get your shit together. This place isn’t built on second chances, man.” 

“My shit is together,” Coco retorted, still not understanding why the club was so upset with him. 

“You had a shift Tuesday.”

Coco’s brows knit together. “I was fuckin’ here Tuesday,” he said, racking his brain for what shift he’d accidentally missed. 

“No, Coco, you weren’t. You were here last Tuesday, but you sure as fuck weren’t here day before yesterday,” Angel said, shaking his head. 

Coco’s stomach dropped as he realised he had no idea what day it was. He also had no clue what the date was. If he hadn’t been at the garage in a week, it also meant he hadn’t been home in longer. He started to wonder why his old lady hadn’t checked in, angry that she cared that little.

Bishop took a deep breath, reaching out to rest his hand on Coco’s shoulder, interrupting his train of thought. “Look, I know this hasn’t been easy. You have got to figure it out, though. Go home, get some sleep, and get your ass back here tomorrow to take Gilly’s shift.” 

Coco nodded slowly, knowing this was a kindness the President wouldn’t extend to him again. It was probably more than Bishop would offer most of the guys, but Coco just couldn’t find the strength to care. As far as he was concerned, it was Bishop’s fault that Coco couldn’t ride or get the revenge he was owed.

He got back into his car, thinking more about how long it had been since Katarina called him. He’d been missing for ten days at least, and she didn’t give a shit. Coco looked for his phone, slowly remembered that he’d traded it for dope. 

“Fuck,” he bit out, grinding his teeth together. He hated himself. He knew he should go home and try to finally get things sorted out. He couldn’t keep letting this happen if he ever wanted to get his happily ever after back on track. But, most importantly, Coco could put it off until he’d gotten high at least once more. 

Tags: @gemini0410 @scuzmunkie @woahitslucyylu @chibsytelford @withmyteeth

(my taglist is so far out of date. If you’d like to be added or dropped, please let me know!)

#coco cruz #johnny coco cruz #mayans #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc #faking it #wishing it #finding it #mayans imagine #coco cruz imagine #ez reyes #angel reyes #bishop losa

[abysslll]

listening to the dazai playlist! forgor if u sent link or not n too lazy to check so im just hoping the "dazai osamu vibes" one is the right one

idk whats been saying in the first song but wooo! woooooo!!!!! adventure!!!!!!!

the GUILT this man has is violent. i am choking on it. but like guilt in a very numb way if that makes sense? hes done horrible things and hes just fucken desensitized by it at this point that he cant even bring himself to feel bad about it, but some part of him still hurts.

anger issues he explodes constantly. very slow work up before it just goes bOOM

revenge. hunting down the people who hurt him

i already know this mfer does not wanna live but ive still gotta mention violently suicidal and self destructive. idk if ive asked but do we know why he has so many bandages?? constantly flipping between killing himself and fucking over life and living

very fast speeding connections in which he gets attached and gets hurt? when he does really connect to someone they mean a lot to him. keeps promises like hell and fuck. he has strong bpd vibes.

religious trauma?

sommmeeeeeetimes a little cuckoo crazy coco puffs. like really insane and violent and overall he turns into someone you dont want to be around. he can disconnect from everything around him easily so at that point, he doesnt care what happens

sexy

boogeying these tunes are so good and i feel like there should be a lot more pure screaming in this playlist like dazai probably listens to screams of anguish while falling asleep

very sneaky scary little man i think he would like guns and should not be trusted around weapons of any time. very smart also.

GET MENTAL HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

walks around in life just really angry and resentful towards everything idk why hes still alive but maybe spite or just pure hate towards everything he cant even bring himself to really die. feels very unloveable and alien (okay fine yes i did read no longer human by the real osamu dazai)

mfer is always wearing a damn mask to please people!!!!!! stop people pleasing!!!!! be normal!!!!! or actually dont i think neither would be very good

his trauma made him angry and mean and unpleasant to be around instead of soft and caring and strong and hes so so angry about that and like. idk what his trauma is but its giving Why Would You Do That To A Kid vibe

fucked up morality. good or bad? who knows!

suuuuuuiiiiiccccciiiidaaaaallll i see you im so tired and last words of a shooting star. feels like all would be best without him around but doesnt really wanna hurt the people he cares about too much (though he wont let himself admit this)

AUHGOAUHGOAUGHAOUGHAOGUHAOGUHUAHGIAUGOUAHGO

reading through this grinning and laughing like a madman YOU ARE SO RIGHT FOR THE MAJORITY OF THESE OPINIONS!!!! i am going to go through and give way too detailed responses to most of this bc i am very normal here we go

numb guilt is SO TRUE for him i don't have a better word to describe his views like there's this scene where he's talking to kyouka and she tells him she can't live anymore because she's killed 35 people and he looks so sad when he says "so what? what's a mere 35 people?" bc hes killed HUNDREDS and he doesn't even really feel bad for it while this girl is in despair from a (relative to him) small amount

no anger issues actually but you've made me REALLY want to see an angry dazai now so i'm gonna have to write that revenge fic 😭

it is not said why he has bandages but there are two major theories in the fandom, one is that he self harms and doesn't want other people to see and the other is that he's actually the Book which is hard to explain concisely but is a reality-altering book that everyone in the series is trying to find. whatever is written in it will become reality so it's a theory that all the writing is on his skin and he's just kinda hiding in plain sight! nobody knows for sure tho

HE DOES HAVE BPD VIBES

he totally does switch personalities in canon, like most of the time he's all cheerful and woo happy go lucky eyehey and then whenever he's facing off against the villains or doing something a lil morally wrong he just completely shuts off any kindness he might have mustered it's fun to see but also yeah. Scarey

he absolutely would just listen to straight up screaming you are so right

crying at sneaky scary little man that is the best description of him i have ever heard and i am going to steal it for dialogue in the fic i'm writing rn. he should NOT be trusted around weapons but for some reason he's like the only guy in the detective agency who has a gun

i think thr people pleasing is better than his true self lmao 😭 idk if he even has a true self at this point tho </3

i almost wish we knew what his trauma was in canon but i prefer it being a mystery bc 1) i quite honestly don't think they could write whatever it was without making it seem underwhelming for his character bc tragic anime backstories are So common and he's so much more fucked up than your average anime character and 2) people write the most horrific fics about their versions of his backstory and i love reading them sm. i want to read them forever

thank you for listening !!!! hope u enjoyed and i will get to peyton's playlist tomorrow if i have time :DD <333

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15 questions 15 tags (probably like 1)

I was tagged by @yournowheregirl, thanks so much for thinking of me Alice! I always love these.

1. Are you named after anyone? No. My mom hated her own name so she didn't want to pass it to me, her mom had the same name and the other grandma also didn't have a name she liked. I have two fun stories related to my naming though: a) If my surname didn't begin with Ra, I would have been Laura. But my mom didn't want me to sound like I stuttered when introducing myself so she chose Aneta instead. Thank you, mom. b) My dad was a historian. They had an agreement that if I was a boy, he'd name me - he then mentioned four horribly archaic and ridiculous names (on top of that, my surname is Germanized, so imagine something like Dirschmiedová) - my father said I'd be either Soběbor, Radegast, Vintíř or Jiljí. None of these are modern. Or normal. When my mom heard them, she made up her mind that I'd be a girl. Pretty sure she willed me to be born a girl. Once again, thanks mom. (also dad claimed to his dying day he was joking, but we remain to be convinced).

2. When was the last time you cried? I don't cry much. I'm pretty sure my antidepressants block some of it, but I can usually only cry during movies when I'm on my own. In real life situations, I just push it down because I always had to be the responsible one who couldn't break down. I don't remember exactly when I cried the last time, but the movie that always makes me shed some tears is Coco.

3. Do you have kids? No. 4 cats are enough for now. Maybe one day when I'm in a different place. But as of now, I don't think I would be a good parent.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes. Because some people deserve nothing less. Or situations. Or things. Hell, sarcasm is good for everyone.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? Usually? Their voice. I'm not great with remembering of names or facial features (although I often notice hair), but voices and (yeah, I'm one of those people) culture of speech.

6. What's your eye color? Ahem. Blue-grey-green something? It changes with my makeup.

7. Scary movies or happy endings? Preferably scary movies with happy endings. It's difficult to choose - I dislike forced happy endings, unrealistic ones. As for scary movies, I dislike gore and jumpscares, but I'm very fond of creepy stuff, thrillers, even some older slashers (Halloween, my beloved). One of my ideal movies to illustrate this blend is the Corpse Bride - a happy ending in a way, but still bittersweet. Or even Coco I mentioned above.

8. Any special talents? I have three that come to mind. I think I'm pretty good at presenting stuff. I teach in my free time and I think I'm able to organize things well enough for people to understand what I'm trying to tell them. The second one is not a real talent, but my mom made sure I'd have great pronunciation - she'd always criticize me for mumbling and while I wasn't happy about it as a kid, I'm told I sound really good when speaking. So I'm kind of proud of that. The third thing is kind of funny - I like singing. I used to compete in smaller convention karaoke competitions and me and my friend would always go against each other - her range is much better and voice stronger, but nerves always take away from that. Me - I was always nervous as hell but it made my performances a bit more heartfelt, so I won quite a few times. My friend still teases me about it.

9. Where were you born? In a hospital in a different town because my parents knew the doctor there. So people always ask "oh, you're from X?" and I tell them "yup, I spent whole 2 days of my life there!"

10. What are your hobbies? Uuuugh. So so so many. I'm one of those people that can never pick just one. The ones you probably know already is - I write, draw and read a lot. I sing, used to play flute and guitar, want to pick that up again (also ukulele, I got one from my boyfriend). I'm (very slowly) learning Spanish. I also used to do some voice acting for tiny fan projects, I play a lot of computer/PS games, board and card games too (Magic the Gathering and Yu-Gi-Oh! when I have someone to play with). I also read tarot cards. Pretty sure I forgot something.

11. Do you have any pets? Yes! For cats. I have a ginger elderly gentleman named Trevor, a moldy-looking gentle princess Moira (she is the gentlest thing in the world but has the loudest MROWRRRR), a noodly-looking gymnastic/athletic kitty Asura and the weirdest cat/dog blend I've ever seen - Šmudla.

12. What sports do you play/have you played? Well, these days I'm not too active, office job and all, even though I intend to take up swimming from March or April. From the stuff I used to do as a kid - volleyball, basketball (before we all realized I'd stay short) and (while not a sport, it sure felt like it) solo rock-and-roll dance. During my previous employment, I did Zumba, step-aerobic and Capoeira for a few months.

13. How tall are you? 165 cm. 5'4 says Google.

14. Favorite subject in school? Art, music, literature too. At uni, my absolute favorites were phonetics, phonology and spoken variants of English.

15. Dream job? I love acting and singing, so a musical singer sounds like a dream. A stand-up comedian because I love making people laugh. From the more realistic ones, I loved teaching English, but the job security sucked and the pay too, so I kept that as a hobby.

I see all my moots have already been tagged, so @hoples, do share something!

(also this is your tag if you feel like doing this and no one tagged you. Or just ask me for a tag in the comments and I will add it if you prefer it that way)

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Definitely get the whole vibe of everyone relying on you! I basically have the same role in my family too :/ While i would literally do anything for my family(not extended family bc thats a DIFFERENT story lol) it is very draining especially when at times it may not be reciprocated in a way that actually helps. So youre not alone in that and it doesn't make you a bad person for saying those things either! And yeah i did say im the eldest daughter! I only have one sibling which is my brother but he's only 2 years younger than me. We are actually very close and i love him to death! BUT what's wild is that personally I don't think we are too similar but apparently we are according to others lol We are also both Aquarians which is also WILD!

ANYWAYSSSSSS That is kinda sad to think about it like that :( But honestly I think you would love to see and particpate in a Day of the Dead celebration! It's just a different way of viewing death and th process of it like making the offerings and decorating is so fun! Well at least when we do it we cook/buy our loved ones fave foods and it comes naturally the nice memories we have shared with them. also idk if i've mentioned this but i LOVE flowers like obsessed! so I enjoy that aspect too! Plus it really does kick off your b-day month so IT"S A WIN! also WE ARE THE SAME once again, i have ALWAYS been obsessed with my ancestry too! Have you taken one of those DNA tests or Ancestry tests??? And you can ask whenever/whatever you want!

I say you could totally write a cool biography or even like a memoir! I think that would be such a fun little project even if it's just for yourself!

like bestie you don't understand, this man's arms look GOOD so i get the vibe of liking forearms! it's totally not weird! I mean I have a thing for noses(according to my friends bc i have never truly noticed 😭) and hands! Or maybe something might be wrong with me 😂

It was for a good deal too! It was $10 for a HARDCOVER of Oscar Wilde's "The Picture of Dorian Gray" and im exicted since it looks like I might actually start this book lol Have you read anything fun or new recently?

ALSO SAM THE RIGHT HERE EXTRA WAS SO GOOD 😭I forgot how cute these two are and how perfect they are 😭 Harry in this is just so 😭 i love a good sick fic and the comfort of it all! BUT HER SAYING I LOVE YOU FIRST!? Why did i think Harry already said that?? lol But I found it so cute it was her and its so perfect the way you wrote about how knowing that Harry loved her back was like the last thing for her to FULLY be herself! loved it so much Sam, you never disappoint!-💜

That's so funny. My extended family is a mess too. I was actually discussing it with one of my aunts on my mom's side this weekend. My dad's side is A LOT™ Like idk what happened we were discussing it and I was like "wow, i love these people but I do not like them. wtf." That's cool you have a brother, I always wanted a brother. But I'm def the son my parents never had either lol. I bet you're a killer older sister. My sister is also ~2 years younger than me and that's so wild how similar we are! My sister is way more outgoing than I am, she's probs smarter, and infinitely more confident (I said double it and give it to the next one in the womb). What's your brother like? It's funny you think you're not like him but others do! I think my sister and I are different but we have SO many similarities.

I've done 23 and Me! The results were unsurprising. I was hoping for more nitty gritty details but I'd like to do the Ancestry one too because then I could maybe get some of the more interesting info I want. Okay you've convinced me. Maybe I'll write a memoir 😂 OH I LOVE FLOWERS TOO! I bought a headband at TJMaxx and wore it. My coworker (Spanish teacher) loved it! It had really pretty flowers and I know I mentioned it last but I think Coco is one of the most BEAUTIFUL Disney movies on the planet and it's DEFINITELY the flowers. That's a beautiful tradition--eating their favorite food 😭 that's so so nice. I hope I can participate somehow sometime that would be really cool.

Noses and forearms aren't we a pair!? 😭

Picture of Dorian Gray is on my bookshelf! I tried reading it years ago but I struggled. It's on my shelf though so it means it's gonna be read by the end of the year hahahaha Let me know how you like it! 😊

HAHAHAHAHA I always go back and reread when I write a new part to check for plot holes but I REALLY had to go back and read to see if he said it (if you read between the lines of the original part he def says it) I feel like I kinda struggled falling in love--as much as I write about it I feel like there's something wrong with me--love in books and the way I feel love is very different. Idk maybe I'm weird. I've been fantasizing about love since I was 11/12/13. Maybe I set myself up for failure in believing the stories more than reality. ALL OF THAT was to say that I think I wrote her just finally feeling at peace to be herself, to really feel in love because it's something I always struggled with.

Thank you for being the utmost supportive in everything 💕

xoxo

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