My Life A Strange Stream

GUERO — summer prompts 🍋

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It’s early when Guero almost jumps out of your shared bed. He’s the type of man that can sleep through anything if you let him and it takes minutes for his eyes to adjust to the dim bedroom. He almost flinches when his brown hues settle on the thin gold curtains, specs of light threatening to fully break through with their beams from the outside.

He yawns, stretching his long ink covered limbs above his head, glancing to his left to notice that you’re not there like you should be. A frown erupts between his brows, his leg brushing over the sheets to feel they’re cool—almost to the point it feels damp?

Instantly he’s pushing himself into a sitting position, stuffing the palms of his large hands into his eye sockets to push the grogginess away. Giving himself a few moments, he glances at the fancy new modern alarm clock, which happened to be a careless purchase on your part, that’s illuminated in white, blurting that it’s 6:51AM.

You were always a early riser but not this damn early. Now he’s in a search of you, feet shuffling against the dark wooden floor as he tosses the bedroom door back. The hallway is also dim as he begins to make his way down by the bathroom on his left-hand side.

It’s not like it takes him long to find you, eyeing the top part of the fridge wide open, the front of it blocking the top half of you. You don’t notice him as he squeezes his way around to stand behind you, arms crossed, a smirk on his lips as you stand on your tippy toes, face buried into the freezer.

terms & conditions — ANGEL REYES x OC/READER x CANE TEJADA

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"Solay it's great to meet you, thank you for coming." The therapist greeted the mahogany haired woman at the door, lightly shaking her hand.

Solay smiled at the bob-wearing lady, shifting her tote bag, which looked expensive, down to her wrist as she fully entered the sunlit room. Her doe eyes briefly glanced at Angel who now sat with his arms crossed in a chair, a scowl written on his face as his eyes almost drank her in.

"Angel." Solay muttered, placing her bag to the side of her as she took the space in the middle of the empty red couch.

Angel ran his tongue over his front teeth, huffing but felt the therapist sending him a warning glance. Almost as if to say, 'We talked about this.'

🌬️DECEMBER DRABBLES — 7. Johnny Coco Cruz

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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?”

DECEMBER DRABBLES — 3. Ez Reyes 🌨️

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You were not off to a good start this morning.

This could be blamed on many aspects that occurred last night…the main one being binge-watching Abbott Elementary (and Sweet Life) was part of it but if anybody asked you, you’d deny it.

It was easy for you to sleep through your ten alarms but having a husband like Ezekiel Lorenzo Reyes, who enjoyed being up at the crack of ass! wouldn’t let you sleep through the fifth alarm.

He was the morning person in the marriage and you were the late-morning person, which is why you slightly thought about changing your hours. You had a successful hair salon business that you shared with your god-brother about half a hour outside of Santo Padre. The work was time-consuming but you enjoyed the idea of perfecting people’s crowns.

DECEMBER DRABBLE — 2. Angel Reyes 🌨️

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Angel didn’t like what he was seeing when he pulled up to his house that weekend. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions but he recognized the car that passed him by before he parked his bike next to your car in the driveway. He wasn’t late so he didn’t know why someone else was pulling up to his house uninvited.

And he had something to say about it.

“Yo!” Angel called into the house as he dropped his keys into the dish by the front door.

He stepped into the living room to see you swaying in front of the Christmas tree, joint attached to your full lips. Angel almost got distracted by the way your ass filled out those gym pants but he was on a mission. Then he picked up on the music full of Afro-Beats, which meant you were in a good mood and something inside of him provoked him to disrupt that.

Angel licked his bottom lip, getting one last look before he lightly touched your upper back to get your attention. And what did he do that for? You slightly jumped and spun to aim a high kick at your attacker, who you didnt recognize as Angel at the start.

CONTENT OPTIONS 1 + 2:

1. Holly jolly Christmas > (“Drabble” + Film + NOPE = Angel Torres)

2. Spirit > ( Drabble? + Tv/Series + Mayans MC + FX = Angel Reyes)

3. Sally’s gloves > (Drabble + Tv/Series + Mayans MC + FX = EZ Reyes)

4. Set me free > (Drabble/fic + TV/Series + The Bear + FX/Hulu = Richie Jerimovich)

5. Sweet nonsense > (Drabble + TV/Series + The Bear + FX/Hulu = Carmen Berzatto)

6. Too late > (Drabble? + TV/Series + All American: Homecoming + CW = Jessie “JR” Raymond Jr.

7. Go > (Drabble + Tv/Series + Mayans MC + FX = Coco Cruz)

8. Ur Mine > (Drabble + Tv/Series + Reservation Dogs FX/ Hulu = Willie Jack)

—> WORKS SEPARATE FROM DECEMBER DRABBLES BUT WRITTEN IN THE WINTER SEASON :

9. Free Trial < (Fic + Tv/Series + The Bear FX/Hulu = Michael Berzatto)

10. Love me like you < (Mini fic? + Series + Ginny & Georgia/ Netflix = Joe)

—> FEBRUARY FLUFF:

11. Hold on < (Fic + Tv/Series + The Bear FX/Hulu = Carmen Berzatto)

12. Somebody like you < (Fic + Series Crossover = Ginny & Georgia/Fire Country - Netflix / CBS = Joe + Bode Leone)

RIO/MANNY x black! Reader | October Prompts!

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“Trust no one tonight,” Manny’s voice tells you as you’re standing in the kitchen, hand deep into a chip bag.

Instantly a frown appeared on your face, “and what do you mean by that, Manny?”

It was mostly silent on his side of the line until you heard the acceleration of his engine before he basically ignored you, “where’s my girl?”

“You’re talking to her.”

Manny chuckled on the other line, “oh so you love me again?”

outside / EZ REYES x Black! Reader || Summer Prompts !

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some people go crazy over weddings.

you happened to fall into the trope of wanting a fairytale wedding. You wanted a marquise cut wedding ring—preferably in the shade of London blue Topaz with a pear engagement ring to match it. You didn’t think too hard on the whole proposal, you just hoped the person you wanted to ask you would execute it well. Thinking about the proposal made you nervous but thinking about the ceremony? Provided you with all the serotonin that you needed.

It was insane to your family that you didn’t fall into the wedding planning field since weddings were on your mind back when you had knockers in your pigtails. It was a hobby to watch all the shows and attend every wedding you were invited to. You had moodboards stored away in your closet and attic about the major event that was tweaked at every age. Commitment was never the issue on your end out of the handful you dated..they just never ended up being the right one or you scared them off with the intent of forever.

JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ x Black!READER / Summer Prompts

Song choice: Beyoncé — heated

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“The fuck?”

Smiling you spun right around to not only face Coco but you had a small audience which also included Letty and Gilly.

“Hey baby,” you fully turned to see Letty widening her eyes and blinking rapidly as she shook her head.

It took seconds for Coco to stalk towards you while Gilly politely coughed and shielded his eyes. Coco yanked the Sherpa blanket that rested on the couch, that one of your felines lounged on and began wrapping your body in. That’s when your elbows went shoving at the man’s chest who sucked his teeth at you.

“Cut it out,” he gritted, “why you out here like this? And I wasn’t expecting you back until the weekend.”

Rolling your eyes you huffed as you allowed your boyfriend to shield you in your home, “Is that why you’re still messing around with that AC unit when I had not only one but two appointments to have someone come out here to discuss central air options?”

“We don’t need that shit, mamita.”

Your laminated brows lifted at that.

A loud slurping sound made the both of you turn to Letty who now had her back to the two of you. “Nah she’s right, coco. It’s been so miserable here at home that I’m literally out here spending hours in the car’s AC, wasting gas.” She stated after swallowing her slushee.

“Yo, That’s why you asked me for $40 bucks the other day?” Coco grilled.

“Duh, keep up.”

Coco rubbed at his jaw as he sheepishly turned back to you, “I said I was going to fix the shit. I still had time but you decided to pop up early, huh? Gilly even came by to help me finish this last one. It’s being a real pain in my ass.”

You peeked at Gilly who awkwardly waved at you and then Letty who had a huge plushie resting on a side table.

“Looks like to me y’all were fucking around at the state fair instead.” You shoved Coco back who held his hands out, in fear that you’ll throw the Sherpa to the ground, “You’re lucky i finished work early. Now I can be here, working from home for when the next appointment comes around while you’re off at the club.”

The smile on your face did not sit well with the man in front of you.

ANGEL REYES x black! READER / Summer Prompts !

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You’re probably wondering how we ended up here (being thrown out of a water park)…and of course you blamed the one and only, in usual circumstances, Angel Ignacio Reyes.

It was a spur of the moment idea, midnight was here and you were half asleep surrounded by your children—since your bed was basically their bed in their eyes, meaning everyone was spending the night in your room. You weren’t sure when Angel got up from the bed but you were aware that your daughter now clung to you instead. Which unfortunately added more heat to your sweaty body than you needed, it wasn’t until the clicking of the AC that you peeled your eyes open to see Angel now blocking the air, with his bare tatted chest.

“What’re you doing?” You hissed, with your daughter’s copper hair tickling your eye.

Angel wiggled his hips, dancing in front of the unit, “my back needed some air.”

“So do my titties but yet your big headed daughter got that covered.” You reached up to smooth her hair and peeked down, searching the bed for her scarf that you mistakenly allowed your fiancé to tie for the night.

RIO/MANNY x black! READER / Summer Prompts !

WARNINGS: violence, violence, violence! Disability, trauma, mentions of edibles + language — if you’re familiar with my work then this isn’t news to you! 😆 + mentions of the punisher crossover but not overly important!

Song playing in the background while written if you’re wondering or not—it’s fine—

#11. Fireworks from this prompt list here.

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To cope with the fact that you almost lost the love of your life, you went out and bought a boat.

“Mama, what’s this charge on the joint account?” Manny scratched at his buzzed hair, looking at you underneath his lengthy eyelashes as he sat at the dining table.

You hummed as you placed your sleepy daughter, Emmanuelle, “Emmy,” into your husband’s lap. With ease he wrapped a arm around her entire waist as the 3C girl relaxed into her father’s chest, not talking his ear off this evening.

Plopping down in the chair next to them with your glass of Sauvignon Blanc, you slid the bank statement closer to your line of vision since you took your contacts out for the night. Your eyes scanned over the numbers from last month, resulting in you lifting your shoulders, nonchalant.

“Yes, that’s the boat I bought this summer for us to take out on the lake.”

Manny twitched his bottom lip to the side, slightly biting down on it as he deeply inhaled, “…we ain’t discuss that. Anything that’s coming out of our shared account is usually discussed and I’ve got a fantastic memory so…run that by me again.”

Raising your brows you huffed out a laugh, “oh yeah? How about when you spend thousands on toys for your baby girl?”

“I enjoy spoilin’ my girls, sue me.”

“And I enjoy retail therapy.” You challenged, raising your glass as you swallowed the rest of your wine before getting to your feet, “it’s your turn for night time duty with Emmy, i don’t think she’ll give you too much of a hard time tonight.”

Standing up, you leaned forward to place a kiss on top of Emmy’s almond scented thick hair and walked off with Manny watching you leave.

“Yeah, at least somebody won’t.” Manny muttered, as he lightly began to bounce the four year old on his lap.

JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ x black! Reader / SPRING PROMPTS!

A/N: since I don’t/didn’t write nearly enough for him. *sigh* that’s all I’m going to say on that. My spring prompts were intentionally supposed to be fluff but…

WARNINGS; mentions of mental health, drug habits, some fluff, language, and dark times! Sad times!

Using: #11. fresh baked bread + #12. Walk in the woods from the spring OTP prompt list.

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They always say you don’t have enough time in the world. Most usually think the opposite and unconsciously live life like it’s any other day, that it’s limitless yet it’s anything but. For the last week it felt like there was just something weighing on your chest and your gut was telling you that time was running out. You tried to blame it on your clinical depression but this was different.

At the start of the new week you started to pay attention to everything more. How everyone in the house was on the go, you always at the bakery at the crack of dawn, preparing breads and pastries with your small crew for the morning rush, Letty doing instacart and showing up whenever she wanted or whenever her piece of shit boyfriend decided to pick her up, and with Coco…he was always on call. To you it just felt like none of you were spending enough time together lately and you wanted to change that.

Well…you attempted to.

The electric dough mixer down at the bakery decided to break after just spending $800+ on it a month ago—thankfully you had warranty on it so another one was being shipped out to you free of charge while the delivery service took the broken one off your hands. Bad news? It was on delay since apparently all the bakers wanted this dough maker so you had to wait two weeks for it. Which also means!! You all had to use your hands more, since there were only three available table top mixers.

“If the work becomes too much, just shut down for a few days, mamita. You deserve it.” Johnny suggested one night, the both of you sitting on your bed as he rubbed at your shoulders.

You leaned into his touch, reaching one hand up to rest against his hand, “Only if you take a break from the club.”

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Disclaimer: I specialize in angst content along with domestic ideas and some fluff on the side. Blame my cancer moon boo-hoo😜 Smut is not really my thing (although I may read or reblog that content!)…in short I find that writing that material isn’t my best so respectfully…don’t request that content from me. Sorry if that’s boring for you but there’s plenty of writers who are GOLDEN in that department and I unfortunately am not one of them lmao.

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