#letti cruz

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Mayans season 5 trailer

So, I've gone through the thing frame by frame and I have some ideas.

I think this is connected to the scene later on when we see him beating the shit out of someone.

He's using the same hand.

We know this isn't Coco and the guy behind Bishop might be a prospect since he doesn't have a patch on the left side.

That's got to be Creep.

There are two options here, the SONS are beating a Mayan, or the Mayans are beating a SON, either way, Isaac stops it after watching on so he's in control somehow.

Judging by the length of her hair, it's been a while, at least 6 months.

I'm pretty sure that's Letti, I can't identify the hand tat.

I think that's Emily and judging by the banket, she's in her kids room.

[cloveroctobers]

JOHNNY COCO CRUZ — Spring Writings 🩵

A/N: Thank you to all those that voted on that poll and it has been awhile since I last wrote for coco so why not? This is definitely AU based for how I envision a better life for our coco bean and there’s no need to explain it any further. It’s spring and most of us are coming off that S.A.D. so we want happiness around here, so that’s what we’re damn well gonna get! This was also inspired by some events that happened last Friday 🤭

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & I’m using: 6. Hanging a porch swing together + 7. I don’t think she noticed my new cut.

WARNINGS: language, mentions of blood and body injuries + Letty’s smart ass mouth—the usual.

⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀

Getting back home was the best part of Coco’s day. The big move from Santo Padre to Ojai was the best choice all of you made years ago.

(Coco and Letty more recently.)

This was home.

A awful green ranch built in 1955 with .42 acres of land was not something coco ever really saw in his future. He never had a place that truly felt like his and all that hard work along with time finally paid off. In fact he didn’t think he’d actually be alive this long to showcase what a home should feel like. Day by day his purpose was still something he was trying to figure out without realizing that he’s been living it.

He rides up the curvy slope of the driveway, waiting for the gate to open up wide enough for his bike to fit through. The dark eyed man glances to his left towards the front door, sensing something even before he cut the engine to his bike. He’ll move it to the garage later, leaving it behind next to your car before carrying up the pathway to the front door.

Coco enters the home, tv on from his left showing some rerun of a reality show that Letty was binge watching. The mushroom play tent that blocks the front window of the home is bare and does not hold your three year old daughter, Haven. He thinks nothing of it until he makes that right down the hallway where the bedrooms sit, hearing crying from Haven and barking from your tosa.

His nostrils flare, hands going to his waist as he cautiously makes his way into the main bedroom. He immediately spots Letty bouncing a crying Haven on her knee as her other hand is moving rapidly against the screen of her phone.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Coco asks as he spots the dog still barking and scratching at the bathroom door.

Letty snaps her head up to look at him, “thank fu—fudge you finally got here! I’ve been texting and leaving you messages.”

His eyes are still locked on the door, which is now missing a door knob as he gently rests a hand down on Haven’s head to kiss the vitiligo patch on her temple. She makes grabbing motions for him which he obliges, tears streaming down her round cheeks, while he brings the toddler into his chest who rests her head there and seems to calm just a bit as she heaves to subside her cries.

Coco pats and rubs her back soothingly as Letty gets back to her feet, using her foot to nudge Jody the Tosa out of the way, “I went to a meeting after work, I sent that in the group chat before I shut my phone off.”

���Yeah newsflash, maybe you shouldn’t do that when you have a very vocal fucking baby at home.” Letty bites as she knocks on the door leaning downwards, “y/n, coco’s here!” She tells before whipping her head back to her father, “Now fix the door.”

He’s confused as he makes his way over to the bathroom door, spotting a stain of blood dripping from the outside of where the doorknob was supposed to be. “What the fuck did you do Leticia?”

“Me?! I didn’t do anything!” Letty yells while her brows immediately frown, “your girlfriend somehow locked herself in the bathroom and has been in there for I don’t know maybe an hour or an hour in a half? She managed to punch the knob out after I loosened it.”

Coco shakes his head, eyeing the tools tossed all over the floor and hands Haven back to Letty, “take your sister and go feed her, she’s probably hungry and it’s past dinner time.”

“Shit, I lost track of time.” Letty stands up straight and scrambles to leave the room but not without calling back out to you, “if coco doesn’t get it y/n, I’m calling the locksmith!”

Coco sucks his teeth as he shoos the girl out of your shared room, “I am the locksmith.”

Letty widens her eyes with a scrunch of her nose, “we don’t need anymore injuries in this household thank you, we have a baby in the house.”

Coco rolls his eyes as it’s his turn to go into a squat position and peer through the gap, it’s slightly blocked by the remaining latch bolt. He peeks in just enough to see you laying on your back on the rug, bandaged hand cradled to your chest as you’re staring up at the ceiling.

Completely over it.

“Hey, mamita. What happened?”

Your head lolls to the side to meet coco’s dark eye, “I went to unlock the door and it wouldn’t budge. Took Letty fifteen minutes to realize I was stuck in here since she’s so deep into Shahs of Sunset and I didn’t have my phone on me. I managed to punch the knob out.”

“Why not kick? Now you done fucked up your hand I see.”

“Rather that than my foot.” You wiggle your toes, “you gonna get me out of here soon right, johnny?”

A crooked smile appears on Coco’s lips then, “I’ll think about it.”

Jody growls at him from his left, making coco suck his teeth while you can be heard laughing from inside the bathroom. “I know this fool isn’t trying to raise up on me?”

“He likes me better.”

“‘Cause he likes to hump your leg.”

“Ew, shut up Johnny!”

Coco laughs and looks at the tools that were previously used: a hanger, a screwdriver, and some hair oil. He analyzes the door, then the mechanism and just shrugs grabbing the hammer to knock the latch clean off the door. It flies towards you, lying about an inch away from where your shoulder lays.

Coco instructs, “You might want to cover your face for this next part.”

“What?” You start just as Coco lunges the claw side of the hammer into the side of the gap, yanking it back with such force he thought the claw would snap. Thankfully it didn’t as it gave way, leaving him to keep swinging the claw into space before switching back to the flat side to knock out the edge of the cheap door.

The door creaks open as he pushes it back once a good chunk of the door is missing. Rolling back to face the door with an arm tossed over your forehead, you meet your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Hey,” he greets almost like a mad man as he’s breathing harshly now at that work he just put in.

You slowly get to your feet to meet both of Johnny’s dark eyes this time, “hey, we’re gonna need a new door.”

You grip the sides of his torso as you peck his jaw in thanks while he just scoffs, “fuck that door. It was a cheap piece of shit and I’ve got a better idea anyway.”

Which could mean anything.

He reaches down to pick up your wrist, examining your injured fingers, “think you broke any of ‘em?”

“Probably that middle finger but the rest im thinking a bad sprain,” you inform while Coco nods his head, figuring you would know better than anyone being a middle school nurse and all.

Coco shakes his head, a signature crooked smile playing on his lips, “Guess you won’t be giving nobody the bird for a little while, huh?”

“I’m left handed anyway.” You remind Coco who nods his head in realization, “thanks for getting me out. How did today go?”

Johnny gives a sharp inhale with a lift of his shoulders, “same shit everyday. We talk about feelings and shit. It’s the anniversary of Hope’s death and I was talkin’ to one of the sponsors there, he gave me some info to look into for Leticia.”

Letty losing not only one but two of her friends tragically was enough to mess with anyone’s mental. She already had a lot going on before that and the move out here steered her in the right direction somewhat. She openly talked about starting her own business after quitting (and being fired) from numerous of jobs. So far being a instructor that provided swimming lessons to toddlers seemed to be the one that stuck while creating a webpage for her upcoming house sitting business.

She was much like Johnny, not wanting to open up and when she gave just enough she didn’t want to be seen as weak. You had enough experience with that yourself, growing up with caregivers in the military that had their own battles which ultimately left you to be raised and adopted by your godmother who was far from rough around the edges. You learned to love Johnny and Letty through it all but you were also firm in letting them both know that you wouldn’t be their punching bag.

You completely changed the trajectory of Johnny and Letty’s life, making them often forget what life was like before you walked in. Yet there were always reminders in the black of their brain and sure you could hold them down but you couldn’t be their sole savior.

They had to find that within themselves.

That’s that deep shit Coco had to hear plenty of times and knew Letty wouldn’t want to but would eventually have to.

“That’s good, babe.” You offer a smile as you squeeze his upper arm, “we’ll talk about it some more when we put that swing up out front.”

You’re getting ready to exit the bathroom when Coco grips your wrist causing you to look back at him.

“The swing? Nah we’re not gettin’ into that with your hand all fucked up.” Coco already decided.

“I’ll supervise.” You beam, “c’mon I’ve been wanting that thing up since the first day of spring and summers approaching in the next few weeks!”

Coco blinks, “and I said I’d get to it.”

“Just like the emissions for my car when I was pregnant with Haven, got stranded and ended up with minor carbon monoxide poisoning?” You pointed out while the tatted man rubs his jaw in annoyance.

Which was enough indication for you to laugh and wrap an arm across his waist, knowing that you won, “fine but like you said, supervise. Not be in my fucken ear like a flea.”

“I know you like to get into your zone when you’re working but what we’re not gonna do is compare your girl and mother of your beautiful baby to an insect.” You yank on his earlobes making him hiss.

Smiling sweetly at him after, you quickly peck his crooked nose and bite his jaw before taking your leave, “glad you’re home, papa.”

Coco rolls his eyes and tossed the hammer into the toolbox, knowing he would get to it later before joining his family in the kitchen.

‘I don’t think she noticed my new cut,’ Coco finds himself thinking as he watches you move around the kitchen, working on heating up the leftovers while he’s tasked with making sure Haven doesn’t start throwing any vegetables she doesn’t like around again and Letty is screaming at the tv.

“Aye, who we yellin’ at?” Coco questions from the dining room which has three views: a sliding door that leads to the backyard to the left, straight ahead the kitchen can be partially seen, and then to the right flows into the living room.

Letty huffs as she tosses her phone down on the couch glancing in Coco and Haven’s direction, “fu—freaking Reza! He’s so annoying!”

“Then cut the shit off and go help y/n warm up the food.” Coco tells Letty who side eyes him.

She snipes, “I already took care of Haven and set the table…what’re you doing coco?”

“Paying bills.”

You twist your lips around in the kitchen, thankful the twenty-one year old couldn’t see your facial expression right now, not that you were ever scared of Letty but you also weren’t in the mood to deal with her mouth, especially being locked in the bathroom for forever.

“And I would be too if y/n didn’t give me a break!” Letty argued.

Finances became really rough once Coco got struck with addiction. Not that it was ever the greatest when Letty lived with Celia but she was the main one who had to hold it down once Coco got infected with the disease. So she didn’t appreciate Coco throwing that in her face when he should have been the adult who paid bills to provide for her and it was always a ongoing argument between the two, which is why you remained quiet once you sensed that starting to brew.

Thankfully with the progress of being sober and getting a job down at the shooting range as a range officer, Coco was on the path of being financially stable and you were the best at managing funds although Coco often clowned you for considering shopping for the house and the girls as “errands,” you were good at having a balance with money and into numbers a bit after living in a transformed school bus turned home (illegally if you want to be technical) with your god-mommy. She was a free-spirited woman who was into protests, loaded with money but still chose to park the bus/home out in the woods on some land that rightfully belonged to her ancestors before the law colonized it. It was sacred land and after her passing you did everything in your power to gain rights to that land yourself, later transforming it into a garden in honor of loved ones lost.

Life was forever blossoming and you always wanted to continue experiencing that growth. When coco came back into your life, it was unexpected but meant to be—you’d like to think. It’s like that saying, “if it comes back around then it’s meant to be.”

The both of you knew each other back in school and lost touch until he moved out here to Ojai. By then he was already in a program, leaving behind the Mayans to better his mental health. You already knew he was in some type of biker gang, thanks to being friends with Gilberto Lopez on Facebook. Curiosity always got the best of you and you didn’t have much to go off of since you couldn’t locate him anywhere on Facebook but found Letty through Celia’s page.

He was barely on Letty’s page too after spotting a comment where she went off on some lady who was friends with Celia, for making inappropriate comments on a picture the twenty-something year old shared for his birthday. It was causal lurking not anything stalker-ish and you didn’t want to reach out to Gilly about coco either since you didnt want to appear desperate—despite your besties begging you to just shoot your shot through Gilly.

That didn’t happen until coco came here.

It was like the universe knew to give you two a second chance and the both of you didn’t want to miss it. However you were content on just being friends but that wasn’t in Coco’s plans once he truly got to know the version of you now. Eventually he got you out of your own stubbornness and wasn’t one to beg but Coco knew you were worth it.

When you’re zoned back in on the conversation, bringing the food out to the table you spotted Letty now sitting in her usual seat resting her cheek into her fist while Coco shoved her shoulder with a snort, evoking the girl to shove him back with a smile just in time for them to start playfully throwing hands but you warn them to, “cut the crap you two, you’re at the table now act like you have some sense please.”

“My bad, mamita.”

“He started it.”

You playfully glare at them as you take your seat, lifting the silicone bib to wipe at the corner of Haven’s mouth before waving your hands along signaling for everyone to start serving themselves.

Johnny and Letty did not hesitate, which led to chatter at the dinner table, making Coco further grateful for this little life.

Later that night with the crickets chirping, the both of you have quality time as you’re seated on the grass while coco is drilling the chains to the swing into the brown beams out front.

“Hey babe, meant to tell you this earlier but I’m feeling the new look.” You announce after putting your phone down from taking many pictures of the process.

Coco glances over at you from the ladder, “yeah? I didn’t think you noticed.”

“Oh I definitely did,” you smile, “loved the Brazilian loose waves just as much as the Gretchen Grundler pigtails but hair grows back and it always fun to switch it up ya know?”

You don’t miss coco rolling his eyes at your attempt of dragging his hair but knows you’re joking nonetheless. He can also tell by the way you’re looking at him from the ground that you’re really a fan of the cut, “I’m almost finished here so you can show me how much you’re digging the hair up in our room, huh?”

Sighing you pout, “only if we weren’t getting up early to hang out with Bruno and Luis.”

That’s right ever since he got with you, he was able to reconnect with his two other kids. It took a lot of fight from Bruno’s mom for coco to be in Bruno’s life—who was now fourteen—threatening back child support out of pettiness (she honestly thought he died because of what Celia once told her after he got locked up) and Luis, who was ten and acting out way before coco came back into his life was still trying to get a feel for this stranger of a man who happened to be his father. Luis was quiet but there was a fire behind the shared eyes he has from his father.

Life was always a timely journey and you taught Coco patience.

“Look at it like this, I’ll have you out by midnight.” Coco smirks, checking his own phone for the time and to see a text from Bruno’s mom to confirm if you guys were still coming out to Montecito.

Bruno and Luis’s mom became good friends, often allowing the boys to spent the night at each other’s houses. Although Luis lived out in Carpinteria with his mother and siblings; which was nowhere from Montecito the two women made it their jobs for the siblings to have a relationship. Which was shocking on Bruno’s mom’s part to be honest. Bruno’s mother was still shady towards you, not liking the fact that coco picked you to spend forever with although she had a new man, she still felt a type of way but you knew not to take that personally…yet you were no punk and wouldn’t always bite your tongue.

You mockingly yawn, stretching your arms above your head, “you know I can’t get into the groove with open doors.”

Coco sucks his teeth, “well you better get used to it mamita, that doors not comin’ back.”

“Qué?”

“That open concept shit you always talk about when we’re watching that home channel…well you’re gonna get it for the bathroom.” Coco double checks that the swing is secure before he starts climbing down the ladder, “and I get a show every time you get out the shower. So everybody wins.”

Scowling at the smirk on your boyfriend’s face, you push off your ankles to your feet, making your way over to the cute farmhouse like swing, “You’re no better than Jody.”

“I’n the fucken man of the house, not the dog.” Coco tells as he slips a hand over your waist as you go to sit on the swing.

“Don’t think I know the difference,” you joke once more as Coco bumps his nose against your cheek, now sitting beside you as you softly sway into the night.

With your good hand, you run a hand over coco’s shortened hair with a smile before resting your head on his shoulder with another yawn, “seee, this is nice isn’t it?”

“Yeah it’s cool but now none of us are going to be in the house.”

All of you were always out and about. If it wasn’t work, coco was out riding or tuning up the bike or doing woodwork, letty was sunbathing and used to be in the hot tub a lot until you two took over and that was enough for her not to want any parts leaving her to run the streets with the car along with Jody in the passenger side or fix up the car coco let her keep. You just liked being in the backyard to be “corny,” in the Cruz’ words one with nature birdwatching or with Haven who liked running around letting you and coco know that she would probably grow up to be involved in some sort of athletics one day. However once those bugs wanted to be seen by you? Then it was time to wrap it up and go right inside.

“We’ll get to enjoy the inside more once we’re old as hell.”

“I like my own personal granny already,” coco laughs while you elbow his gut, “ow, what? You were the one crying about your back the other night?”

“That’s because you left one of your stupid chains to your jeans in the bed.”

“My bad, thought you were into bondage.” Coco felt his lips twitch in humor until you lifted your head to glare at him.

“Johnny.”

“Y/n,” he says back in a warning tone but teasing, “aye show me some love, I got you out that bathroom and put this grandma shit up. You don’t got to bring up old shit, you know?”

“That was two days ago but whatever,” you respond yanking his jaw to turn his lips to brush against yours, “love you papa, now sssh and let’s enjoy the warm night.”

Coco lets out a sigh, squeezing your waist as you get comfortable back against his shoulder. “You better, brat.”

“After you…butt sniffer.”

“Always got to have the last word, don’t you?” Coco sucks his teeth, ready to nudge your head off him if you didn’t look so cute relaxing against him, aware that you were comparing him to a dog yet again while you laugh, tossing your knee over his, intertwining your fingers (the good ones) with his as you sink into the freedom of the night together.

⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀𑁍❀☼𖦹⚘ ⚘𖦹☼❀

[theesirenteller]

I've got two ideas for a Letty Fanfic.

[Let it be noted that she'll be 18 in both]

Vote Below pls & Thanks

One

Letty X Roommate!Ofc ; in which they're best friends to lovers trope, mentions of the Mayans drama, scamming, etc

Two

Letty x Older!Biker gang leader, where she works for the leader as a 'runner' ; but falls in love with the leader all the whole the all female biker gang is against the Mayans & the sons

[switchbladeclub]

[throne-for-queens]

Me when I see psycho Isaac has my girls

[danzer8705]

Coco loved her so much! 😭😭😭

I didn’t know you had another kid.

Yeah, well I fucked up things pretty bad with her. I’m trying to fix that.

[ravennaortiz]

Love or Leather

Summary: Juice does some soul searching after the events of Two Worlds. How much does that kutte really weigh? Featuring OC Guadalupe Mendoza

Juice didn’t even bother turning on the lights as he entered his house. His mind heavy with all that had went down. The ride from Santo Padre to Charming was long but not long enough to clear his head or ease the heartache. Tossing his keys to the counter with his gloves as he kicked his boots off, not bothering to put them up. Shrugging out of his kutte and tossing it to the couch haphazardly. He could care less if it was disrespectful to the leather right now. Seeing as how it was the reason he was in his house and not in the bed of the woman he loved more than life itself right now.  His phone dinging broke the silence of the night as he made his way to his bedroom. Seeing his text notification he opened it thinking it was one of the guys giving him an update.

Letty Cruz: Asshole.

Juice sighed as he shut his phone and tossed it across the room. Letty wasn’t wrong but he didn’t have the energy in him to explain himself to her. Not after he had to break Lupes heart like he did. What was supposed to be a fun week together had turned into him being surprised by her brother and being told to end their relationship. He hadn’t even been allowed a word to defend or justify their relationship. Collapsing onto his bed he felt the bubble of anger building at the injustice. He couldn’t even be mad at Manny, he was just doing what brothers do. Though he couldn’t shake how he didn’t even get a chance. He should have been allowed to prove himself.  

 I should have tried harder thought Juice as his hands balled up into fists as images of the Lupes face going from all smiles to finding him at her kitchen table to tears as he told her they were done, ran through his mind. Her sobs echoing in his ears as she begged and pleaded for him to stay. Asking what she could do better to keep him, what she did wrong. It broke him for her to think this was her fault that she was anything but the perfect woman for him. When he had explained that he wasn’t right for her she had gotten angry, telling him he was wrong.

Manny was right he should have known better. How could he have been so blinded to the risk for Lupe with the two of them being together? Not just with the alliance being so new but also the fact of her being the sister of a prominent Presidente for the Mayans. Manny was making a name for himself with changes he was making and the cleaning of house that was happening in the Mayan charters. While Juice still stood by what he had told Manny hours ago in Lupes kitchen. That he would never let anyone hurt her or anything happen to her, he recognized that was hard when his title as a SON kept him in Charming. If something happened it would take hours to get to her. They were both okay with long distance, they had a trust in each other that allowed for it. Juice also felt comfortable in the fact Lupe had the Santo Padre Charter backing her up, hell Angel was her next door neighbor.

 Juice sat up with a sigh as he thought about how close Lupe, Angel and Coco were. His eyes searching in the dark for his phone. He needed to let Chibs know what had happened today. The breakup could have effects on the club given the loyalty to Lupe. Once he found his phone and had scrolled to Chibs name he struggled on whether to call or text. He truly couldn’t handle an actual talk right now, he was on the edge of sobs and seeing as how it was three in the morning he felt it was safe to send a simple text.

Juice: I’m home. Broke up with Lupe. Explain later.

Chibs: Sorry to hear that Juicy.

“Me too” stated Juice his voice shaky as the tears he had held back sprung forth. Laying on his floor he cried himself to sleep.

Later that day SONS Clubhouse

Juice was tired and dreaded all the questions that would come from his brothers. The leather kutte felt like it weighed a ton and was suffocating him.  Keeping his sunglasses on and head down he quickly parked and made his way inside. Chibs had told him to come to Table when he arrived so they could talk in private. Slumping down in his chair he laid his head on the table. Relishing in the coolness of the wood on his heated skin.

“Whenever you are ready Laddie” stated Chibs soothingly as he peered at Juice over his glasses. He could tell this was weighing on him and that this was more than a normal breakup. Over the hour Juice explained between heart broken, body contorting sobs what had happened once he got to Lupes house yesterday. Meeting Manny, him telling him to break up and stay away from his sister. Sitting at her table as he waited for her to get home. Telling her they were over, her begging and crying. Him practically running out of the house so he wouldn’t go back on what he had been told to do. How angry he was at Manny, himself and the clubs. How he felt suffocated by the leather, beaten down by it.

Chibs nodded and listened until Juice was done. “I have one question Juice. Would you rather have that leather or Lupe?”

“Lupe” replied Juice without hesitation his eyes finally meeting Chibs. He couldn’t deny the immense relieve that this confession brought as he shrugged out of the kutte and laid it on the table. Chibs nodded as he reached his hand out and grabbed the kutte pulling it to him. “I’m going to make some calls. Come back tomorrow around three”.

Next Day

Manny sat, fingers tapping the wooden table of the sons. The leather kutte on the table between him and their President Chibs. He couldn’t deny he had went about this all wrong like his wife Liliana had put it when she had called him after finding out from Lupe what he had done. “So he wants to switch clubs for my sister?” inquired Manny.

“No. He wants to simply leave the SONs for her. Bishop suggested letting him transfer” replied Chibs as Bishop nodded.

“Kid has heart and loyalty. He already has helped us out some when he’s been visiting Lupe. Gets along with the guys, doesn’t cause problems” stated Bishop.

“Let me talk to him in private” stated Manny as he glanced through the window where Juice sat with a couple of the other sons.

Lupes House two days later

"Just wanna say sorry again for meddling." stated Manny as he stood in his sisters kitchen awkwardly as he shoved Juice towards her. "Brought you this, be nice to him he was just doing what I asked" he added as Lupe nodded a small smile developing on her face. Taking a deep breath he let himself out of the house.

"Hey" stated Juice softly as he toed the floor with his boot.

"I love you Juan Carlos" stated Lupe quietly as she moved to him. Taking his hands in her as she bit her lip. She had never told anyone that before and was scared to be so vulnerable.

"I love you too. Have since the moment I saw you." replied Juice before pulling her in for a kiss.

[the-hinky-panda]

The Medic Series: Part III

Title: The Medic Series

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Johnny Coco Cruz x OFC (Morgan "Stitches" Fox)

Summary: Morgan Fox is a nurse who is looking for a fresh start. She leaves La Jolla the night before her wedding for a fresh start in Santo Padre.

Author's Note: This series takes place in the same universe as @bullet-prooflove's Community Series.

Taglist: @darqchilddaydreamz @kmc1989

Coco is in love. 

At least that’s what he thinks it is once he realizes the blonde woman in bloody scrubs isn’t an angel. But she looks beautiful enough to be one. She and Letty help him back into the clinic and his fuzzy mind is able to put together that it was the John who got the jump on him with…something. The nurse, he’s struggling with remembering her name, cleans most of the blood away and starts assessing the cut. He has to make a concerted effort to not lean into her touch, bury his face against her lightly perfumed neck. She is just so…he can’t settle on a word.

“Felt like I got hit with a fuckin’ 2x4.” 

She hums. “Based on the skin split, I would say it was a baseball bat.” 

“What do you think bats are made out of?” 

Her ice blue eyes drop down to his face in surprise. But when his mouth twists into a grin, so does hers, crinkles appearing in the corner of those beautiful eyes. 

Fuck. He’s a complete goner. And he still can’t remember her name. 

“Alright,” she says, pulling a fresh pair of gloves on, “looks like everyone is getting stitches this evening.” 

“Stitches!” 

She nods. “Yup, that’s a nasty gash on your head. You and your daughter are going to have matching wounds for a little bit.” 

“No,” he starts to shake his head but then realizes that will mess her up. “That’s your name, right? Stitches?” 

“My nickname, yes,” she laughs quietly. “Apparently they really like the way I do them. I’m guessing there was another nurse who didn’t do them so well.” 

“The one you replaced was shit.” Coco closes eyes. He’s so close to her he can smell her own scent underneath the perfume, see the smoothness of her skin. His head already hurts too much to have perfection a couple inches from his lips. “The club doesn’t even come here to get patched up.” 

“Where do they go?” 

He feels the first pinch of the needle and it helps ground him. “No where.” 

“They all look like fucking Frankensteins,” Letty pipes up. 

“We do not,” Coco counters. But that did remind him. “Speaking of the club, they’re on their way.” 

Letty shifts on her feet. “Did you call the cops?” 

Coco opens one of his eyes to see who Letty addressed the question to and sees her eyes on Stitches’ face. 

Stitches worries her bottom lip. “I didn’t call them.” 

Coco releases a sigh of relief. Less red tape. “Good. We’ll take care of it.” 

“We’re going to have to take care of Celia too. I saw her drive off when we came out and found you behind the dumpster.” 

Coco grits his teeth as he feels the stitches tighten. “Probably gave the fucker the fucking baseball bat.” 

“She sounds like a lovely woman.” Stitches pulls her gloves off and tosses everything into the trash. “Will the club take care of her too?” 

“No,” Coco says. “I’ll take care of her.” 

Letty clears her throat as Stitches gathers fresh stitching supplies to finish her original job. There are looks passed between the two of them and Coco knows there’s some conversation that was had and he either can’t remember or wasn’t privy to in the first place. 

“What, mija?” 

Letty winces as her stitches start. “Morgan was telling me about a friend of hers. They might be able to help out too.” 

“Who the fuck is Morgan?” 

Both women give him a slightly alarmed look and Letty points to the nurse. “You didn’t think her actual name was ‘Stitches?’” 

Stitches winks at him. “Go easy on him, Letty. He’s got a head injury.” 

“We’ve all got fucking head injuries,” Letty mutters. 

Coco watches from the chair as Stitches tends to Letty and tries to come up with a plan that would convince an angel to give a poor devil a shot. 

***

“Shit!” 

Morgan is leaning on the rust stained porcelain sink, staring into a cracked mirror as she tries to lay the butterfly stitches properly along her temple. But by the time she blots the still oozing blood from the cut and properly positions the stitches, the blood has risen up enough that it prevents them from sticking. She’s gone through three of them now. 

“Need some help, Munequa?” 

She turns to see Coco standing in the open door to the bathroom. He must have finished filling in the club on the details of his situation. “Sure. As long as I don’t end up looking like Frankenstein.” 

He gives her a small smile. “No promises.” 

Morgan holds her breath as he blots the blood away with a much more gentle hand than she anticipates. She can see the small tattoo on the corner of his earth brown eyes, and one along his hairline that’s covered by his long hair. He smells of tobacco and cedarwood, and she fights the urge to tell him to stop smoking. The world needs more people like him, protectors, guardians. A father willing to fight for his daughter with such tenacity, it’s not uncommon but after all she’s seen in this world, it’s not common enough. 

“There,” he smoothes the butterfly stitches across her forehead with his thumbs, but his hands linger on the sides of her face. She can feel the calluses on his palms as they slide over her cheeks. 

“Thanks.” It’s the stupidest thing to say but it’s the only thing that came to mind given his close proximity. Instead of stepping away, he leans in closer.Her fingers curl into the soft flannel of his shirt when she realizes he’s going to kiss her and she hopes to God she remembers how to properly do this. But as soon as his lips brush against hers, someone shouts from the hallway. 

“Coco!” 

Both of you step back from each other, him knocking into the door and her banging her hip against the sink. They’re both still catching their breath when one of the MC members comes around the corner. He’s tall with slicked back hair and all it takes is one look between the two of them before he shakes his head with a chuckle. 

“Coco, come on, dawg. Creep’s got the dude in the back of the van.” He laughs again. “Let’s deal with this motherfucker first then you can come back and play doctor.” 

“Shut the fuck up, man.” Coco groans. “Shit, Letty. I gotta get her home.” 

Morgan perks up at that. “Oh, let me get you a business card. I was telling Letty that I have a friend back in La Jolla who handles sex trafficking and prostitution cases pro bono. He’s making up for all the time he spent as an ambulance chaser I suppose. But with what Letty was telling me, he could put together a pretty rock solid case against your mother for selling Letty to this rat bastard.” She hands him the card. “I mean, if you wanted to go the legal route.” 

Coco takes the card from her and tucks it in his shirt pocket. “Thanks, Stitch. For everything.” 

“Sure.” Morgan walks with them out to the reception area where there’s five other men wearing Mayan kuttes. Coco motions to the one of them, slightly taller than her but built solidly. 

“This is Bishop,” Coco introduces. “He’s our President.” 

Morgan shakes his offered hand. “Morgan Fox.” 

“Thanks for the help, Morgan. Appreciate it.” 

“Any time.” She holds his eyes for a moment. “I mean that.” 

“Careful what you promise,” he responds but with a good natured smile. “Alright, let's take care of this problem before the meds wear off.” 

Letty steps up next to Morgan. “I can help Morgan clean up the office and then she can drop me by the salvage yard. If that’s okay?” 

Morgan notices the looks between the men and realizes this is quite a big ask. She starts to suggest just taking Letty to her home when Coco speaks up. 

“That would work, Bish. I gotta talk to her about some help with Celia. She says she’s got a friend who handles stuff like this, on the up and up.” 

“Jail time?” Bishop asks. 

Morgan nods. “I’ve seen pimps go away for fifteen years on shaky evidence. This guy is good.” 

Bishop nods. “That’s fine then. We’ll let Chucky know you’re coming.” 

Morgan thanks them for the allowance to come onto their turf as she opens the front door for them. As they’re walking out to their bikes, she notices the driver of a dented up black van. He’s part of the club as members are going up to him and interacting with jokes and fist bumps. Coco climbs into the passenger seat of the van with him. 

“Who’s the van driver?” 

Letty looks out at the parking and squints. “Looks like Creeper. Why? You know him or something?” 

Morgan shakes her head as she closes and locks the door to the clinic. “Yeah, or something.” 

[cloveroctobers]

🌬️DECEMBER DRABBLES — 7. Johnny Coco Cruz

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve if you celebrate! & happy holidays to you and yours 🤍 This one might even be a short one 😱! I still plan on doing the whole 12 days of promptmas although Christmas is tomorrow but—you Christmas lovers celebrate until the new years right? Anyways here’s a little something for coco that’ll hopefully make you smile.

S/N: this was supposed to be queued until early tomorrow afternoon and I thought this got accidentally deleted and I was really about to throw a fit lmao! Just to realize it wanted to be posted today so this is brought to you guys early! Hope you enjoy this little thing 😬🫣 + GIF BELONGS TO: @thesewickedhands

PROMPT: #25. “I don’t care that you’re hanging up lights, get off the roof!”

WARNINGS: mentions of religion, drug addiction, & coco being hardheaded af.

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Why was the gravel ashy if Santo Padre hardly got any snow?

That was the main thing on her mind on her drive back to the house. Surely it would make sense if they lived in a climate where snow was common. Honestly it was a little aggravating witnessing this as the wheels rode over the pavement; she wished they were experiencing rain on this winter day to bring in some damn moisture for once.

As she approached the house, her large round eyes formed into slits as she noticed something on the roof of her home. She stopped chewing as she creeped the car along the sidewalk, getting closer to the cream-colored home.

Just to her suspicion she took in the frame of the long haired man crouched on the roof. Immediately her window went down as she leaned over the passenger side yelling, “Coco, what do you think you’re doing?”

He silently cursed to himself as he sniffed, flicking the buds of his cigarette, watching the embers float downwards before he proposed a question himself, “you’re back home early. Something go wrong at church?”

He silently cursed to himself as he sniffed, flicking the buds of his cigarette, watching the embers float downwards before he proposed a question himself, “you’re back home early. Something go wrong at church?”

The woman snickered to herself, knowing that Coco took the opportunity of her heading out to church to do—whatever it is that he’s doing on top of the house. Church was something that called her every so often (she came from a religious background so it was not a foreign idea to her but after living on her own, she didn’t find a true place of worship like back home) and even brought coco with her a couple of times. He enjoyed the singing portion and often felt anointed by the soulful voices after his struggles with drug addiction, yet he did not enjoy the long sermons.

The woman snickered to herself, knowing that Coco took the opportunity of her heading out to church to do—whatever it is that he’s doing on top of the house. Church was something that called her every so often (she came from a religious background so it was not a foreign idea to her but after living on her own, she didn’t find a true place of worship like back home) and even brought coco with her a couple of times. He enjoyed the singing portion and often felt anointed by the soulful voices after his struggles with drug addiction, yet he did not enjoy the long sermons.

She was climbing out of the emerald green Volkswagen Beetle then, boots on her feet as they clacked against the sidewalk to stand a great distance from the house but directly in Coco’s line of vision. His ink eyes scanned over her frame, a black leather jacket he bought for her last Christmas, tossed over a v-neck cut bodysuit…but most importantly the aluminum pan she was eating from, right in front of his face.

“I lied,” she answered around the shredded beef quesadilla with a lift of her shoulders, “I didn’t go to church.”

Coco blew his smoke to the side as a small frown appeared in between his brows, “where you go then? Aye…Don’t they say lying is a sin?”

She fought against the wind chill that surrounded her body, flicking her hair back from her shoulders as she fired back, “and isn’t waiting for you girlfriend to leave to do whatever it is that you’re doing, sneaky?”

“What’s sneaky about hanging up lights for the house?” Coco suddenly dragged the line of lights from behind him, holding them up in the air for her to see.

She blinked, “uh…maybe waiting until no one is around to help you?”

“I don’t need any help, I got it.” Coco stubbornly replied, “just like you didn’t need any help, lying about your whereabouts dressed like that and coming back eating that shit right in front of my face.”

The woman’s plump lips scrunched up at the slight attitude she was receiving right now. It was evident that Coco felt like he was being nagged but all she asked was a simple question.

Only for his well-being.

Taking a deep inhale and exhaling she took a different approach, “Pilates. I was at Pilates, okay? Yes, I’m following the latest trend, I fear, and I don’t wanna hear nothing about it. I Wanted to try something new and it was cool for like thirty minutes until I learned each session is a hour and sometimes a hour or more.”

Coco scratched at his hair with the hand that held his cigarette. “The hell is that?”

“What?”

“Pilates, you said?”

“Oh, it’s a strength training exercise.”

Coco pushed out his lips and shrugged, figuring he would just look it up later online. He had work to do but at least she was being honest…until another thought occurred to him.

“If you were out exercising…why you eating something so oily?”

Now why would he say that?

Was Coco a nutritionist instead of a Mayan?

Coco could see from on top of the house that she didn’t care for that response. The flare of her tinted button nose almost made him regret saying it. He wasn’t trying to knock his girl for her eating habits, it was only a question, but it was clear the holiday season was giving unnecessary stress to them both.

He watched as she stomped back over to her car, snatched her cotton tote bag from the backseat and slammed the door shut. With her head held high up the air, she began strutting down the rest of the sidewalk to head up the path that led to the house. She halted as she realized she dropped her dusty pink leg warmers, bent down to shove them back into the bag, not without giving Coco her full ass to kiss and knew he would be watching, as she held up her middle finger in between her legs and up at her blunt boyfriend.

Just as she turned around he said:

“My bad—

He started, knowing that he pissed her off.

“I don’t care that you’re hanging up lights, get off the roof!” Was all she shouted throughout the neighborhood, he was sure if anyone was around, especially that nosy old man, Hector from across the street, he would probably be on Coco’s head about this.

The glare in her large round eyes and the pointing was all Coco needed to know they were in argument right now. However he didn’t have any words to argue with, so he stood up from the roof, cigarette back in his mouth as he now held the lights in both hands, silently stamping his claim. This motion was enough for her to get that Coco wasn’t going anywhere, he was going to do whatever he set his mind to.

“Okay, Johnny.” Was all she said, sending him a sweet smile that was anything but, before entering the house with a slam of the door.

Coco laughed to himself, peeking back over at his lady’s car noticing that she didn’t bother to roll the windows up, (it was supposed to rain tonight) she was so annoyed with him. He knew he’d do it later just in case the automatic windows decided they wanted to get stuck again but his focus were on these Christmas lights.

Coco wanted to decorate the outside, that’s all he cared about; since he never got the chance to do it growing up with the kind of mother he had…however he was slowly building a family and felt like this was something he should do.

So he did.

Hours passed to the point she forgot Coco was even outside as she got wrapped up in other things around the house. From showering, to putting Christmas tunes on while tidying the house some more, to switching on the Christmas trees lights and faux poinsettias over the mantle, she was finally sitting down on the couch, finishing her leftover lunch when Letty entered the house, searching for her.

“Hey, do you know coco’s hanging from the side of the house?” Letty questioned, “he told me not to say anything but—when do I ever listen to what he says?”

A smirk appeared on her lips then, which made confusion wash over Letty’s face as she watched her take her time slipping on her jacket and Uggs. The teen just raised her hands, not wanting to be bothered with what those two had going on as she began making her way to the kitchen. The girl halted in the hallway, backtracking, doe-eyes scanning the doorway to make sure that she was in fact out of the house, as Letty plucked up the last quesadilla, running to her bedroom.

A sigh left her lips as she stood into the much cooler evening air. Her arms folded against each other as she watched coco dangle from the side of the home by the lights that held him hostage by his ankle.

“Hey there stranger,” she started, to get his attention, “how’s it hanging? Any blood rushing to your head yet?”

“Fucking Leticia,” Coco muttered not wanting her to see him like this, “Can you get me down, mamita?”

“Oh, so now you want my help?”

“I don’t exactly have my gun to shoot this shit off. So yeah.” He lightly spun, hanging upside down like a bat in its cave.

She was positive he would have done something exactly like that if no one was around. It was just humorous to her that he was not only in his predicament over some lights, but he was the one giving her attitude for not wanting him to injure himself up there in the first place and now look at him.

The nerve of this man.

“Maybe I should leave you here until midnight.”

“I’ll probably be dead by then.”

“I hope not.”

“Mamita! Stop fucking around, please! I’m starting to lose feeling in my neck.”

She would be lying if she said that didn’t spark her heart rate a bit. However she still took her time walking fully over to him, one hand in her pocket as she slipped out her knife and swiped it around his ankle. Quickly stepping back she watched at the lights unraveled the man, sending him head-first right into the grass.

Coco laid there for a bit on his stomach, before he lifted his head some, long hair in his eyes as she watched him. “Thanks.”

“Mhm,” she kicked the grass before holding her hand to help the man to his feet. Her hands went to his skull next, fingertips pressing into the scalp beneath his shiny hair.

Coco melted into her hands then, as she gave him a massage in a attempt to help the headache he was probably facing now. His hands went to her waist, mainly to steady himself before he completely pressed his head to her chest.

“My bad,” He whispered into the orange frosted sky, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings earlier.”

This she knew.

Yet coco didn’t receive a vocal response from her, she just held onto him like he wanted. They were both trying their best to heal from their own inner demons, so the couple knew they couldn’t take what was said personally.

So they’d blame it on the holidays for now.

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Continue along with my December anthology prompts here.

[bullet-prooflove]

Making Memories - Johnny 'Coco' Cruz x Reader

Written for my badass writing biatch @the-hinky-panda

Tagging:   @annetje   @danzer8705  @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

It had been a long time since you had been the beach. The two of you sat side by side on the sand, watching the water creep up the shore. Coco’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders, drawing you into the heat of his body. His lips brushed over the side of your head as the sky began to darken. There was just the two of you in this moment, this wonderful perfect moment.

"You know this is going to cause all sorts of rumours back at the clubhouse." You teased, your palm coming to rest upon his knee. "Overnight stay in a one-man tent away from them all. They’ll think you’re a romantic."

“Fuck em,” he smiled into your hair. “I don’t care what they think.”

You laughed and Coco thought, somehow in the glow of the sunset you looked even more beautiful. He loved seeing her happy, loved the way you made the world feel just a little bit lighter. You picked up a seashell toying with it between your fingers.

"Did you ever used to do that thing where you pick up a seashell and listen to the sound of the ocean?" You questioned as you cupped it to your ear.

Coco shook his head, holding out his own hand for the shell. He had heard of it a thousand times before, but he had never stopped to find out. You placed it in his palm before Coco brought it to his ear, frowning at the roaring sound emitting from the depths of the seashell.

"I always thought that was one of those rumours you hear as a kid.” Coco said handing the shell back to her.

"You know EZ probably could probably tell us there’s some amazing scientific reason behind it but I like keeping the magic of it." You told Coco cupping the seashell between your hands.

"I’ve got something for you." Coco said abruptly, raising to his feet.

He returned from his bike quickly with a box clasped in his hands when he sat back down again. You studied him quizzically as he held it out to you. You took it, setting the gift down on your lap before studying it with curious fingertips.

The gun metal grey lockbox was heavy. There were a few faded stickers stuck to the lid. The corners were rounded and there was a heavy-duty lock on the front. Coco jangled the keys before taking your hand in his and placing them upon your palm.

The lockbox was something he'd had in his possession since his teenage years. Something he used to store his special items in before Celia either sold them or trashed them. It’d had it with him for years, keeping pictures in there of his kids, of Letty. These days he didn’t have to worry about someone rooting through his stuff, looking for things to sell for their next fix, or destroy just to hurt him. It was his most treasured possession in the world and now he was giving it to the most precious person in the world.

"I thought it was time you started to make some new memories." Coco said quietly, nudging your shoulder with his. “You can put the stuff in there, that’s special to you.”

He watched as you unlocked the box with your new set of keys. You opened the lid before she took the seashell and deposited it in the lockbox. He could see how much it meant to you to receive a gift like this. That cute little side smile was making an appearance once more as it curved across your beautiful features. Your fingertip smoothed over the sticker of a skull before you closed it once more and locked it.

"Now it has our first memory." You told him, beaming as you tilted your head to look up at him.

Jesus, you had no idea what you did to him. When you looked at him like that, when you reached out and allowed your thumb to brush along the darkening stubble on his cheeks. Coco's lips grazed the palm of your hand as you met his eyes.

"Thank you for this.” You whispered. "Thank you for all of this."

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[lcveblossomed]

like for a starter from any of these new muses

sons of anarchy -

kerrianne telford-larkin fiona larkin naomi denvers - baker magnolia johnson - tattoo artist celeste telford - baker & legacy daughter

mayans mc -

johnny "coco" cruz leticia "letty" cruz josephine " josie" cruz - piano prodigy/escort antonia " toni" solis - surgical nicu nurse elena loza - strip club owner

[purplerain85]

The loss of Coco

Paring: Johnny “Coco” Cruz x Reader

Warning: angst, kind of mention of suicide by reader but it’s more of her cry for help, mental health issues due to the death of a loved one (soulmate), blaming Álvarez for her pain, swearing, so many tears.

A/N: I came across a Facebook clip and it just broke me. And all I could think of is how the reader would be months after the loss of Coco and how she blames Álvarez for her pain. I am ignoring the whole math mountain (Coco still had a drug addiction) and Hope.

Make sure you have tissues

Proof read by @withmyteeth and @yourwonkywriter thank you ladies so much 💗💗

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Other characters: Angel, EZ, Bishop, Creeper, Gilly, Nails, Hank, and Letty

It’s been 6 months Six long heartbreaking months and nothing ever seems to be getting better, the brain fog, your drinking has picked up, Letty tried to help you but she needed out of that house and left Santo Parde two months ago, you talk (well she text and you sometimes respond, but she is flourishing in Florida).

Angel is the main one from the club who checks in on you twice every single day to bring you food and see how you are doin g. He knows how broken you are but isn’t sure how to help you and you really think the only reason he comes around is because he feels bad for ignoring Coco.

You show up to the club as today is Angel’s birthday he wanted you to stop by and see Nails and walk over to the bar and ask for a rum and coke. “How have you been doing girl? I miss seeing your beautiful face around here” Nails ask.

You look at her and shrug “I’m still here, it’s not any less painful then when I got the phone call I still cry myself to sleep every night.” You say. Nails looks at you with sadness in her eyes as she doesn’t really know what to say. Other than she walk over and hugs you.

An hour later you are 6 drinks in and you are borderline drunk and then men come out of church and you see the one person who you were hoping and praying you wouldn’t see Álvarez and you can feel the anger and the hurt build ten times more. Most of the guys check in on you from time to time but Álvarez has never even reached out to you which surprised you in the beginning but eventually it just made you angry.

Álvarez looks at you and walks over and says “I know you blame me but I just did what I thought was good for the club” your shocked and look at him and raise your “the best for the club!? Are you fucking serious? Instead of helping him, you sent him away! Away from anyone who could actually help him! You just threw him away!”

Everyone has stopped what they are doing and watching you two Álvarez stares calmly back at you “look at you! You can’t even help yourself how would you have helped him? And what are you doing drinking that crap? You need to take better care of yourself. Especially if you want to get better, and in time it will!” He turns from you while the tears form in your eyes and in a split second you grab his gun and hold it to your jaw everyone gets up and but cautiously surrounding you.

You scream “What the Fuck! Nothing’s getting better, it’s only getting worse! Why isn’t anything getting getting better! It’s like I’m drowning in my own fucking head!” Angel walks closer behind you “I can’t do this shit anymore I need it to all stop for two seconds” Angel and EZ tackle you with EZ grabbing the gun from you and Angel holding you in a tight grip while you two crumble to the floor “I just need everything to stop!”

After the situation the night before you agreed to go to rehab and therapy and EZ has called for Álverez to step down as president because he and most of the rest of the crew including Creeper, Bishop, and surprisingly Nestor think that what happened with you was his fault and him acting like he didn’t do anything wrong doesn’t sit well with anyone. Álverez calls for a vote and he in unanimously voted out.

A year has past since that night you have made a completely 360 change. You sold Coco’s home and decided to move to a little island in Cuba and found love again with someone you never saw coming even though he was always there Angel.

Side not this is the clip that made me think of this and it just broke me

[mayanwildchild]

All About Leticia 'Letty' Cruz

You think you know me, but you have no idea.

Daughter of @ofamayansmark & @gemofamarksmen

Sassy & Loyal

Helps out around the clubhouse

Quick-tempered so don't test me.

Mature Content Triggers MDNI

Muse of #Paradox

21+ #SOA #Mayans RP

Reblog if you wish

[mushupork4u]

Reyes Brothers X Reyes Sister OC

Prompt: Beach day with the boys + Letty and Coco

•Talks of puppy crushes/False pretenses

(Any thing in italics is Spanish)

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Carmen felt as thought she was melting in the heat, her flip flops mushing in the sand and causing a gross slickness to be felt in between her toes as she walked closer and closer to the water.

Behind her, more like fifty feet away, her brothers were carrying their beach stuff, while Coco and Letty were meeting them there. Though they called Coco before hand, the teen girl could not spot them anywhere, and they had been a bit away from the Jeep now.

“Oh dear lord. Where are they?” She muttered, the whereabouts of the Cruz’s still unknown. She looks behind her to call for Angel who was carrying her tote bag with her phone when she couldn’t spot him or Ezekiel anywhere.

Though it seemed like a moment, her body stuck still while her hickory eyes glanced around. She felt her heart clench in her chest, and it stayed like that. It felt as though battery acid was working its way up her throat, panic pulsing through her body and the urge to inhale becoming harder to ignore as she couldn’t find anybody that looked familiar.

Until a wet hand met her forearm, a yelp came out of her mouth as she flinched away, her body intending and every muscle feeling as though it’d snap. “Jeez girl. Angels looking for you.” Letty called, big brown eyes looking at her with a worried glare and a frown.

When the women was met with silence and nothing but that bleary eyes stare she walked a step closer, her voice barely a whisper in the wind. “Are you okay, Carmen?”

Hearing her own name, it felt like the teen had been able to breathe again, her eyes may have been watering but the second she blinked they went dry again, a gulp of air forcing itself into her lungs. “I’m good. Just…blanked out for a minute.”

“Okay. This way.” Letty turned, and not even a three minute walk later she saw Angel, Ezekiel and Coco laughing, soda’s clutched in their hands.

It was weird…seeing them look so relieved away from club, so relaxed and genuinely smiling about something other than shared trauma. “They look happy.” Carmen’s voiced belted, a little too fake and cheery for Letty and the girl knew something was wrong.

But she let it go anyway.

Walking to their blanket, Ezekiel and Angel shared a look upon seeing Carmen. “There she is!” Angel had clapped a faux applaud, the group getting a few stares from around them.

The teen smiled shyly as a few boys her age passed by and Ezekiel took care of glaring at them until they were gone.

“Where’d you guys go?” She asked, pouty lips and sad brown eyes letting on the feeling of ‘You left me’ but the boys knew what they did. It was a little plot Coco had asked them to do.

Letty hadn’t had many friends and neither did Carmen, the brothers were hoping that the two girls would get alone or even just talk.

“We found Coco, we whistled but obviously you didn’t hear. Good thing we sent this blood hound after you.” Ezekiel laughed, and Carmen watched as Letty eyed her brother in a weirdly flirtatious way before she looked at Coco.

Watching the males eyes flutter from his daughter to Ezekiel was amusing enough to lift her frown to a small smile. Though this was taken completely out of context for Angel. His eyes were set on his best friend before he saw his sister giving him that genuine puppy dog grin that he knew all teen girls had.

He needed to end this.

“Alright Chicas, go test out the water for us.” He pushed, making Letty dead eye him and Carmen break away from watching the father daughter scene unfold in front of her.

“Okay.” Her blatant tone didn’t mean much for them, but the slight flash of confusion on her face was enough to notice before her and Letty left for the water.

As the girls trudged away, Ezekiel gave his brother a confused stare, his eyebrows raised. “What was that?”

“What was what?” The eldest repeated, his eyes avoiding Coco, which the male noticed.

Giving his own disgruntled expression, Coco turned to his friend. “What?”

Sighing Angel looked off into the distance where Carmen and Letty were splashing around happily ignoring each others presence but also staying close. “Carmen.”

“What about her?” Coco asked, shoulders shrugging as he turned, but angels hand brought him back to his his previous position.

“She was looking at you.” He answered, making Ezekiel shake his head, his hand coming up to tap his brother.

“Looking at him how?” EZ inquired, Angel had formed the trio into a triangle, shoulder almost touching between the three males.

He gave his best smoldering expression, making his lips into the iconic ‘duck lips’ girls used to be so obsessed with. “This look.” He mocked before scoffing. “No the look, the look Teresa O’Donal used to give Mr. Túk.”

“That look?” Ezekiel’s asked, knowing that Teresa O’Donald had the biggest crush on Mr.Túk. “That look.” Confirmed Angel.

“What look?” Coco asked, eyes squinted as the two males glowered at him.

In the water Carmen and Letty had messed around for a few before they eventually couldn’t handle the awkwardness. “So your brother.” Letty stated randomly, her tone suggestive and Carmen smiled, looking down in the clear water.

“Which one?” The teen asked, already knowing damn well who it was. Her eyes carried over as Letty’s silence lengthened, seeing the girl looking at the clouds with a bashful smile. “Ezekiel.” She answered and the teen nodded. “Figured.”

“What’s he like?” She asked, and though the teen found it a sappy thing to do, she answered Letty’s question.

“He’s sweet, basically a big lovable dog. And he’s protective but in his own way, he can tell so much just from doing something and he always remembers the small details.”

Letty had looked at her younger counterpart, bickering her head off as she went on and on About Ezekiel and even some info spilled out about Angel. ‘He’s like a grizzly when he’s mad but I swear he’s just a big Teddy bear with big feelings.’

It was heartwarming, seeing a teen girl with no energy come alive at the simple mention of her brothers. Eyes glossing over with ecstasy at the fact she could talk and talk.

Though that ended as Ezekiel grabbed around Carmen’s waist, a yell leaving the girl as she was pushed onto his shoulders. “Chicken fight.” He called and Letty was tossed onto Coco’s shoulders.

Angel however came in and acted as the Referee. “No punching, no hair pulling, no biting—“

“Biting?” Letty quipped, Coco laughed. Long hair wet and water falling from his daughters legs onto his chest and down back where it came from. “That’s not a rule for you.”

Smiling, Carmen blew a kiss to the women, getting her balance perfected on Ezekiel’s shoulders. “May the best win.”

And from there on the day unwinded, chicken fights, diving contests and even a sandwich break went perfectly and after four hours of drowning out their energy, everyone was tired.

The boys were packing up as the girls walked ahead, Letty with Coco’s car keys and Carmen with hers. The girls were covered in towels but that didn’t stop boys from staring at them.

The stares were short lived.

But the girls conversation went on. “It was actually nice today. Hanging out with you.” Letty admitted, and Carmen chuckled.

“Yeah I definitely had the wrong impression of you.” Her hair blew in the wind and her eyes burned from dryness but in all it was enjoyable.

Letty looked over to the teen, eyes crinkled and mouth agape. “What you thought I was weird or something?”

“No.” Carmen replied. “I thought that you’d be this wild untamable girl. You’re not. You’re…good.”

The simple clearance of it all, the certainty in her words made Letty feel something she hadn’t felt in a long time. She was always fighting to figure out who she was, but now the stated fact that she was good made her feel some type of deep recognition.

Looking back, Letty watched as the three males started to catch up with them. Figuring now was the best time to ask, she stalled Carmen. “So like…if I ever could do you think I could have your favor in asking Ezekiel out?”

Stopping and gawking at the brunette women, the genuine smile on her face only added to the burning feeling in her abdomen. “That’s entirely up to Ezekiel, but if he asks my opinion I may only have good things to say about you.”

Letty squealed before the two hugged, giggled slipping from them as squeals lit the air.

“What do you think their going on about?” Coco asked, watching his daughter jump around in a circle with Carmen and practically scream away any male attention they could’ve had.

“Don’t know.” Angel groaned, carrying the three bags his sister insisted they needed, they did but he says otherwise. “Looks pretty serious to me.” Ezekiel sighed, his gaze locked onto the youngest Reyes before it traveled to the left.

Letty was pretty, tan skin, dark hair, dark eyes, the orange glow of the sun on her skin making it look sun kissed. She was perfect, too bad she was off limits.

“Do you seriously think baby Reyes has a puppy crush on me?” Coco asked out of the blue, though the two didn’t have to worry about this one sided affection, Coco didn’t go for kids.

Angel grinned, his gruff voice making the hairs on the back of his friends neck stand up. “Yeah, think she might.”

Little did they know she was mourning the relationship she could’ve had with her father. The protective kind, where he actually took interest in what she did, made sure she didn’t make bad relationship choices and studied for school.

Instead she had two brothers that tried their best, and even that wasn’t enough to save her from drowning.

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Hortensia and the Museum of Dreams: A brother and a sister, whose lives were forever altered when their mother put them on a flight from Havana to the United States in 1961, return to their native land during the Pope’s visit to Cuba. The brother and sister take their own path, as they search for recollection and healing. This tale of estranged siblings seeking to make sense of the childhood that was subtracted from their lives possesses an imaginative and lyrical landscape that elevates the material to a poetic universality.

The Ocean at the End of the Lane: Returning to his childhood home, a man finds himself standing beside the pond of the old Sussex farmhouse where he used to play. He's transported to his 12th birthday when his remarkable friend Lettie claimed it wasn't a pond, but an ocean–a place where everything is possible… Plunged into a magical world, their survival depends on their ability to reckon with ancient forces that threaten to destroy everything around them. 

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Hortensia and the Museum of Dreams:

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The Ocean at the End of the Lane: 

It is adapted from a Neil Gaiman book, and is an excellent play both in terms of story and staging. The set is beautiful and scene transitions never feel awkward, as the stage hands are incorporated into the story as forces of nature. It has amazing practical effects, especially the giant spider-like monster puppet. All the lighting and sound cues have significance to the story and reflect the emotions of the character's. The story itself centres around the idea of adults not believing children even when what they say is true, and the strength of childhood friendship. Also there's a family of entirely female asexual witches.

This play is gorgeous. It's about rediscovering a childhood long forgotten, in all its beauty and all its nightmares. It has absolutely fabulous puppetry sequences of the like I've never seen before, and some parts had me genuinely cowering in my seat. It was terrifying. It was beautiful. It made me cry. I'm still thinking about it months later. Go see it.

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So if Mayans is it’s own show and EZ isn’t that Jax of it why the hell is EZ dressing like Jax???

The flannel shirts became Jax’s go to.

This is how I want to show to end, Letti “fucking” Cruz to kill them all, in the name of her father.

I think a flannel shirt is more symbolic of the lifestyle, and income bracket than anything! I hope we end the series with a lot of body bags.