#gilly lopez

“Whoa, what the fuck are you?” Gilly asked only half under his breath as he stared at the rather large, pale green, creature sitting so comfortably on his front wheel.

He dismounted before he even got his helmet fastened to look at the thing. It was a moth he could guess. But one like he had never seen before.

He didn’t want to kill it. It was harmless. And he did enough killing in his day to day life. But one look at his rather large hands and he knew he couldn’t gently remove the thing.

While he was standing there however he heard someone walk up. “Whoa! Is that a Luna Moth?!” Came an excited voice he sort of recognized.

He looked up to see his neighbor standing there with a wide, awe filled smile as she looked at the creature, which he now knew was a Luna Moth, resting on his bike.

“I guess,” he said, “I need to leave but I don’t want to hurt it…”

The woman looked at him with tenderness in her eyes. Like she didn’t expect another person to have her same sympathy for a moth.

“I can get them off of there for you, but do you mind if I take a picture first?” She asked.

“I mean sure, I don’t own the moth,” Gilly joked.

His neighbor looked at him with a bubbly laugh, “But you own the bike, don’t want to take a pic of your actual property without permission,” she teased.

Gilly just laughed and nodded that she could take a photo. She pulled her phone out and got a very artistic shot of the delicate Luna Moth resting so calmly on the wheel of his Harley. Half on the rubber tire and half on the metal rim and spikes. She showed it to him and offered to send it to him when he complimented the shot.

He wasn’t going to argue, her pure joy at the moment endearing. When she’d first moved in he had considered getting her number. But never had the chance since he didn’t wanna come of as a creep.

After they quickly exchanged numbers and she texted him the photo she gently slid her hand under the moth. Using the spokes of the wheel to make it easier to get her middle finger below the moth’s lower body.

“C’mon sweetheart, it’s alright, I’ll get you somewhere safe, like my porch so you can rest until tonight…” she murmured, “That’s it, careful now…”

As Gilly watched her gently encouraging the moth to let her lift it and rest on her hand instead of his wheel he found himself unable to look away from her face. The kindness and adoration she had for the creature had his heart aching in a way he didn’t recognize.

“Isn’t it pretty?” She said as the moth settled comfortably on her fingers, like it knew it could trust her, “They’re actually pretty rare.” She said and showed Gilly who nodded, suddenly not in a rush anymore.

“It is,” he said.

“This one must have just opened and chose your bike as the perfect place to dry its wings,” she laughed softly, “Sheltered and safe for its tragically short life.”

“What do you mean?” Gilly asked, confused.

“Well, Luna Moths only live for a week after they emerge from their cocoon.” She said, “It’s nature, sad as it is. You see, this little guy doesn’t even have a mouth.”

Gilly was shocked but still listened to her explain it.

“They eat all they can as caterpillars and then as adults their entire life is dedicated to finding a mate and laying eggs before they die.” She said as she shifted her hand just a bit for a better look at the moth who adjusted its position to stay comfortably on her fingers.

She smiled at the moth while Gilly smiled at her.

“A life of cursed beauty,” she murmured.

An idea struck him and he pulled his phone out again. He didn’t want this conversation to end. And the mere sight of her smiling so sweetly at the moth in her hand made his heart pound. He wanted to know her.

“Do you want a photo of you holding it?” He asked.

Buscher looked at him with a sweet smile, “Sure,” she murmured.

Gilly was quick to take a couple photos of her, loving the smile on her lips and the blush on her cheeks.

“I need to go get this little guy to safety,” she murmured, but she was finding it hard to walk away as well.

Before Gilly could text her the photo his phone went off. It was Bishop asking where the hell he was. He sighed before laughing softly.

“Well, I’m in trouble,” he joked, “Boss wants to know where my ass is.”

The young woman chuckled softly. That was probably the only thing that could get them to part ways right now. She stepped back from his bike and smiled at him.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you.” She murmured.

“You can count on it,” Gilly said and fastened his helmet.

—

That evening at the clubhouse Gilly realized that he hadn’t sent his neighbor the photos he’d taken for her. And was quick to do so.

Gilly: Hey Luna Moth, forgot to text these to you.

He grinned as she was quick to reply.

Luna Moth: Oh! Thank you. Hope you didn’t get into too much trouble for me distracting you.

Gilly: Nah, nothing like that. Don’t worry about it.

They texted for a few more minutes. Before she had to go for the night. She had work early the next morning.

Gilly knew for a fact that this wouldn’t be the last time they spoke.

—

He was right. It was around two days later when Gilly ran into her at the grocery store.

“Hey Luna Moth,” he said with a soft laugh while he walked over to her.

His neighbor looked up with a bright smile, “Hey Gilly,” she laughed, "I know I told you my name, why are you just calling Luna Moth?” She jokingly asked, “Did you forget it?”

“I don’t know, just seems to fit,” he joked before repeating her actual name to prove it.

He didn’t say it but it was because he thought she was as beautiful as the moth. They were one in the same in his mind. Though he hoped she wasn’t nearly as tragic as a moth which only lived for one week.

She smiled sweetly at him as they talked for a few minutes, catching up. He smiled as she looked up at him. He was sweet, funny, different than his reputation as a Mayan would have anyone believe.

She’d been his neighbor for around a year now. She had seen and heard him coming home at all hours of the night. Even now he was in his kutte. But his smile was honestly so cute. She couldn’t help but feel no fear standing with him.

“Have you see it again?” He asked.

“Once, on the eaves above my kitchen window yesterday morning.” She said, “I think it was a female cause when I looked again this morning there was a small bundle of what looks like seeds, but these are eggs.”

Gilly’s eyes widened a bit. But his grin widened too. She’d managed to save a mama moth.

She pulled her phone out to show Gilly the photo she had taken, "It's a smart spot,shaded and safe from rain and predators.” She explained.

“Yeah, pretty soon you’ll have a nursery of caterpillars in your garden,” he joked.

“Good thing I don’t mind sharing my bushes with moths or butterflies.” She said smiling, “I’m gonna keep an eye on them, I might just have a front row seat to their full lifecycle.”

There was a level of awe in her voice that made Gilly’s smile soften. How something so simple, yet miraculous from nature, had her full of so much joy he couldn’t help but feel it himself.

“I can share pictures of them…if you want…” she offered tentatively.

“Sure, but only on one condition,” Gilly teased, not wanting to let this opportunity slip right by him.

“What’s that?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

“You let me take you out this weekend,” he said, his grin turning flirtatious and the red on her cheeks darkening even more, “Maybe dinner on Saturday.”

“I’d like that, I’m off this weekend so Saturday works for me,” she couldn’t believe this was happening.

She’d harbored a secret, massive crush on her neighbor since she moved in. And to have what brought them together be a Luna Moth seemed fitting for her life.

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said, “Wear jeans, cause we’re taking my bike.”

Neither of them knew her cheeks could get any darker. She still smiled, trying not to act overly excited to be able to ride with him.

“Sounds good,” she said, “But don’t be shy about texting me anytime.”

“You too,” he said.

Before they parted ways she leaned up and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“See you Saturday Gilly,” she murmured.

Gilly couldn’t wait. He didn’t want to let her go anytime soon.

Characters: Sons of Anarchy.

Jax Teller

Chibs Telford

Tig Trager

Juice Ortiz

Opie Winston

Happy Lowman

Clay Morrow

Mayans MC

Bishop Losa

Angel Reyes

Ez Reyes

Gilly

Bottles

Guero

Manny

Prompt list:

i feel like Riz isn't the routine or schedule type, really. however i dooo think that every now and then he is definitely scheming and planning ahead of time. especially those times when he's away from home for a long time. once he's gone for more than a couple of days, he is already planning out exactly what he's going to do when he gets home. and depending on how long he's gone for and how needy he's feeling, sometimes he'll call you and tell you every single thing he's thinking so you can think about it until he gets home, the same way he's thinking about it until he gets home. 😏

does Angel Ignacio Reyes have a routine for picking up women???? abso-fucking-lutely 😂 let's be real with a face like that it's not as though it takes much most of the time for him to pick up a one-night stand, but he's had years of practice playing the field that he has it nearly down to a science. that being said, when his usual tricks don't work it almost makes him more interested. he's a simple man, he loves a game of cat and mouse even if he doesn't know that he's playing!! i also think that Angel doesn't necessarily have scheduled sex with his partner, but he does have frequent sex with his partner. so like. the same but not the same, you know?? that man doesn't think far enough head 90% of the time to really make any sort of plans, but he has been doing juuuuuuust fine getting by on his spontaneity that there's been no reason to switch it up. plan or no plan, you know right when that man walks through the door what his intentions are 😌

EZ Reyes my beloved. 😌 the way that this guy, just like his big brother, knows exactly what to do and not do to get what he wants. the main difference between the two of them, though, is that EZ is a big ol' tease while Angel is ABOUT IT, about it. EZ will wink and smirk and flirt all goddamn night but will only ever actually close the deal one out of every seven times because he's just infuriating like that. however once he's got a girl it's a whole different story. i also firmly believe that EZ is the type to think that he's lowkey pavlovian conditioning his girl into a lil sexytime routine. the plot twist, though, is that i think he'd end up with someone who would be doing the exact same shit to him and neither of them wanna cop to it 😂 EZ "Scheduled Is A Strong Word" Reyes but we both know that man plans out and overthinks everything so who does he think he's kidding??? no one is complaining! it's still a good time! 😏

GILLYYYYYYY. my 50/50 KING. the way i know this man is thoughtful enough to plan things out ahead of time, but is also always down for a surprise adventure too. under all the dirty jokes and crass humor there is a big ol' mushy heart in there which means he WILL take the time to plan a special evening for the two of you. however he's an MC and Military Man which means he will also fuck you in the bathroom stall if you tempt him without giving it a second thought. and for that reason we love him. 😌 also don't get me started on scheduled sex because lord knows that once that man decides that him and his girl are having kids his calendar is BOOKED👏🏻 AND 👏🏻 BUSY 👏🏻

i think that Guero is another one of those guys who has figured out how to play the game in terms of picking up one-night stands. lord knows that he'd get me in a new york minute with his floppy hair and that smile 😂 i do think that he tends to lean towards the spontaneous. mostly because i think that he never really thinks more than three steps ahead maximum at any given moment. but he gets to do that!! with a face like that he gets to do that. that man is down for anything. and even with how easily he could get a girl swooning over him, i also firmly believe that he will throw away any plans he had for a night or a weekend if the right girl flashes him a wink and a smile. he's as weak as the rest of us for the right person

Coco's only routine when it comes to picking up one night stands is always just to see where the night and conversation takes them. that's it. the only consistent thing is that he's going to be himself and there is no guarantee what that is going to sound like when he's talking to whoever he's trying to pick up that night. that man is spontaneous in that he will chase whatever vibe is speaking to him. even when he tries to plan things ahead of time, with the way that his life hardly ever goes according to plan, things usually end up being spontaneous anyway. but he lives for that! you'll never see that man sweating it. so what if he'd been planning on ending the night at your place but instead its ending in the back seat of your car?? he's sure as hell not gonna complain! 😏

i think that Manny knows beat for beat exactly what to do to get a girl home with him. he's like EZ in that he's got that analytical part of his brain that can pick apart exactly what works and what doesn't. he knows how to drop his voice just a little bit more than usual, let that little smirk curl his lip. show off that slutty little neck tattoo. while i don't think that he's against some in-the-moment decision making, i think that he tends to be more of a planner than not. he will ruminate and think about exactly how he's gonna do everything that he wants to do to you. it's something that he looks forward to, and he's gonna tease you with just enough of an idea to have you looking forward to it too 😌

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.