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happys-crazy-queen22 · 5 years

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One Hell Of A Party

Hello Dollies, a friend and I have came up with a story together that we have worked very hard on and very excited to share with you. So get ready for a whirlwind of emotions coming your way. There's more chapters coming if you like it.

This story is based on Season 2, episode 8 (Kukulkan) of Mayans M.C. It is also about the point of veiw of the wives of Riz and Coco with a twist.

So we hope you all enjoy. Feedback would be greatly appreciated! Thanks.

Characters:

Dolores "Dee" Cruz : BGNation4ever (Her wattpad)

Shiloh Ariza : shadowsofvengeance (my username for wattpad)

Pairing With:

Johnny "Coco" Cruz

Michael "Riz" Ariza

Gif credits @angels-reyes. @stilinski-ortiz-dolan

"Okay, baby. I'll see you when you get here". You spoke into the phone talking to Riz as you started putting out food for the party.

"Be safe and I love you".

"Tell Riz to tell Coco that I love him". Dee yelled as she brought out drinks.

"Dee said tell Coco she loves him". Riz laughed throw the phone and agreed.

Hanging up the phone you smiled looking at all the tables and food, drinks and soon all your loved ones.

"This is going to be one hell of a party Shiloh". She wrapped her arm around you.

"Not if we don't get this grill working. We have all the side dishes done but no meat". You laughed as you tried starting the grill but no luck.

"Just get Riz to do it. He's good with his hands". Dee gave you a wink.

"Oh yeah he is". You both laughed as you went to finish getting ready. Soon the guys will be here.

"Shiloh, they're here". You heard Dee yell from down stairs.

"Coming". You say looking at yourself one last time in the mirror.

"Dee baby, I missed you". You heard Coco coo as he hugged her tight when you passed them going to get your man. "I missed you too Mi Amor".

"Hey sexy". Riz kissed your lips.

"Hey, good thing you came back early".

"Why's that"?

"I need help with the grill".

"It's not working again"? He huffed, growling as he head in the back yard.

"Shiloh"? You turned hearing Coco call you out. He had his arm wrapped around Dees shoulder, they both were giggling.

"Yeah"?

"I want you to meet the sons". "This is Chibs the president, that's Happy and I forget the little guy and big guys name". Coco laughed walking away.

"Well, its nice meeting all of you and welcome to our home. Please have a good time". You smiled.

"Thanks lass". Chibs hugged you and walked to the back.

"Thanks for having us".

"Your welcome". You followed behind, as you hit the back you smelt the grill. Thank God, you thought you would have a riot on your hands. Riz, Coco and Angel all stood by the grill drinking their beers and laughing.

Dee was dancing to the music with all the other wives. Everything was perfect that is until a glass shattered on the table. Everything stopped in a matter of seconds. You didn't know what cause it but then your window exploded and that's when chaos happened.

Dees P.O.V

The last thing I remember was hearing something break then I felt something sharp go into my face Then I screamed out grabbing my face, "Hey baby." I hear Coco yelling for me over the gun fire. I was still screaming clawing at my face. Why does my body hurt? My ears were ringing and when did it get dark all of a sudden? I felt Coco grab me pulling me somewhere, "Baby?" I could hear him a lot better," you ok?" "Coco?" I asked looking around for the direction of his voice. "Sweetie where are you? God my face hurts like hell when did it get so dark?" I asked scared now I felt for his hand coming up empty. "Where's Shiloh? The guys? What's going on? Coco?"

Shiloh's P.O.V

You heard Dee scream at the top of her lungs and that's when it hit you. Someone was shooting. You dropped to the ground, your hands covering your head. But you looked up and you saw a bullet hit Gilly. Your body trembled as some of the club started shooting back. All you could think about is where was Riz. Coco had Dee, taking care of her but Riz was no where.

Your mind told you to stay put but your heart told you to get out there and find Riz. Crawling around family and friends that were laying low you searched for him. Your heart broke into millions of pieces as you saw Riz laying lifeless on the ground. Bishop crouched over him his out pointing it around shooting. Fuck crawling you dashed over to him throwing yourself on top of him.

"Riz no". You screamed as you saw him turn pale. Blood seeking out a wound from his abdomen. You tried to stop it by putting pressure on the bullet hole.

"Bishop"? You pleaded.

"He's going to be okay". Was all he said and ran off to the others.

Your eyes blurry from all the tears but you could see Coco holding Dee, her face bloodied. She was trying to find his body with her hand but she was panicking when she couldn't.

"Oh god no". "Why is this happening"? You screamed falling on Riz body sobbing.

The silence startled you when you lifted your head. Some of the guys were running around. Ez screamed for a ambulance when he went to help Coco. Angel ran to you.

"Shiloh, can you hear me"? You were in a daze.

"I think she's in shock". Angel told Bishop as he walked over.

"FUCK"!! Bishop kicked the air.

"The ambulance is on its way". Happy came over, removing you from Riz so Angel and Bishop could carry him out to the front.

You looked around. Coco carried Dee out, her head was hanging off his arm. He had tears in his eyes. Ez was crying. Who would do this to us? You kept asking yourself.

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dxmagedrose · 4 years

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GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER!

Tagged by: my lover @hammurabicomplex I’m tagging: anyone and everyone who wants to pick this one up! share with the class if you feel like it! tag me in it!!

PRESENTING. RANDOM DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO-MUN AT 2AM ;

FIRST NAME Good fucking question… It’s (sort-of) currently Dylann! I was Kieran before that, though; it’s still used as one of my first names and I’m not used to Dylann quite yet bc I’ve just started using it.

Indigo is one of my middle names though, and I’ve used it as an online handle elsewhere forever so I use it here now! [ Fun etymology facts: Dylan(n) is a mythology name generally meaning “born of the wave” (aspiring diver & a water witch at heart). Kieran means “little dark one” bc of my love for horror, && I chose Indigo bc as a kid to be it was neither boy (blue) or purple (girl) and was both and neither as well as my absolute favorite color as this vibrant ass mystical color. ]

STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF hmmmmm…. I’m a horror lover at heart, so as a child (I wanna say 12), I was walking through an antique store (I have a few cool finds, I considered putting my other one as the fact tbh) and I turned the corner and I saw these two dolls staring back at me at the foot of the stairs of this antique building. my blood froze, and i felt my stomach drop. i got actual, physical goosebumps stumbling across these two creepy dolls staring back at me in the corner, and i couldn’t leave the store without them. perhaps the little painted porcelain boy would be somewhat spooky by himself if it wasn’t for the terrifying lidded gaze of the porcelain girl with the hairline fractures and slightly open lips. i cant look at her. i dont really find dolls scary, I like to find the spookier ones ones, and she makes me paranoid as hell. i keep her face covered and her up in my closet except for when i bring her out to show her off proudly as the spookiest thing I have but……. i dont really collect dolls anymore. even thinking about her brings a fearful tear to my eye. i don’t like to think about her for very long, but that’s why I’m so fucking proud to own her. ( YES — I’m THAT white person in the horror film )

TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON hhhhh a beardy jawline, high cheekbones, crooked canine teeth >:3c

A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF b.l.t.’s with avocado. ahhhh. my mouth is watering just thinking about it, oh my god. just a bit of salt and pepper???

A FOOD YOU HATE barbecue anything, i hate the taste of bbq sauce, you keep your nasty black goo to yourselves at the grill. twice in my life i have presented with barbecue pizza and both times i cried literal tears. why would you do such a horrible thing to a person? what kind of a monster are you? how do you sleep at night?!

GUILTY PLEASURE the sims. constantly. always. i’ve sunk thousands of hours into my households. oh also uhhhhhh i run two 80s horror blogs, one being a shitpost blog with occasional art of mine and one gremlin fanfic ship blog for horrible, terrible self indulgent fanfics i’ll get the courage to finish writing & post so i can be cancelled on tumblr for at some point. NO, i won’t link them. as i pretend they’re even all that hard to find, within a day i was found on both by someone i admire here a lot :’) ilu bby thnk u eternally for supporting ur local horrifying dumbass wtf

WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN the same clothes i’ve been wearing all day usually, my sweats & long sleeve raglans or my hoodies. i like being cozy day & and out. and ugh. efoort. just throw me in a blanket in a cool room and im out.

SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS serious relationships with some openness or poly. i wish i could fling! just not exactly easy for demisexual autistics lmao.

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE I think I would be adopted by my grandma as a kid. It would save me some trauma but mostly I think it would get my autism diagnosed way earlier and save me angsting all these years of wondering why & thinking it’s my fault I’m struggling so much and so loud and affectionate and different in a world that i didnt fit in the same way.

ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON when i get drunk i text people how much they mean to me in my life. does that answer your question? ahhh. i’m sometimes a cuddle monster with friends, i message people with long texts about how much they mean to me, but I sometimes really don’t like to be touched at all.

A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN FLYPAPER. F L Y P A P E R. FLYPAPER. FLY, and, I can’t stress this enough, fucking PAPER. ( Though also Whole Nine Yards and both Re-Animator & Bride ). I have watched Flypaper already like, 5 times this week and I’m still not done, and the other movies have been on repeat for days in this household within the last year. In the past it has also been Donnie Darko & the new Nightmare on Elm Street. roast me.

FAVORITE BOOK White Fang by Jack London. Have I actually ever finished it? No. Do I still own a copy I’ve had since childhood thru multiple dogs eating it, taking it to and from school, and highlighting and circling all the best parts of chapter one ever since I was a kid and it was too hard of a book for me to read? You bet your ass. If I ever need inspiration I just reread chapter 1. Although one of my other favorites was Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. But White Fang is like, a weirdly personal text. We stan London’s writing in this household.

YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE FENNEC FOX!! I used to daydream about having my own named Shiloh when I was a lil kid. they’re adorable little things and i am obsessed. i mean, gimme any fox and im happy, marble foxes, red foxes… but I was obsessed with fennec foxes. Also tbh ferrets. I want a ferret.

TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL] Rosa & @ninetyscnds‘s Luke, Rosa & @iimpulsivity is already screaming my name, Rosa & Constantine, Jesse & Andrea from Breaking Bad, and the joker and harley of 80s sci-fi Dan & Herbert from Re-Ani. I am but a simple opossum.

PIE OR CAKE Pie! I’ll take both pumpkin & melty apple over cake. also, cheesecake is more pie than cake soooo, pie wins.

FAVORITE SCENT my dogs / my blanket. :’) It’s the most grounding smell in the world.

CELEBRITY CRUSH oliver jackson-cohen, i’m fucking GAY and im angry about it. there i was, minding my own business, and i saw that asshole in a certain SHIRTLESS GIF and it AWOKE SOMETHING IN ME. dont talk to me about it, holy shit im obsessed with beardy men now god fuckkdafjaask i hate him why did he make me this gay i was perfectly fine being into girls but NOOOOOO him and his dumb hairy chest and sweet rugged face and I—— I also am obsessed with the archaeologist & television personality Josh Gates and may or may not be considering making a fan blog for him bc idk if my anthropology docuseries host is Dad or Daddy but i love him lots

IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO I would go on a dive with anthropologists and archaeologists doing fieldwork research in the ancient cenotes of the Yucatán Peninsula. My actual dream job, catch me crying & fantasizing about being underwater documenting Mayan skulls given as offerings. Fuckkkk, I love anthropology so much!! take me anywhere in the world to immerse myself into culture & archaeology.

INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT Introvert. I have a real life friend I see roughly once a month, and that’s it. Plenty of online relationships, I’m chatty, message me all day every day. but i dont do people well.

DO YOU SCARE EASILY I used to! Really bad. I don’t as much anymore. I do get paranoia a lot still. Having therapists telling you that the FBI could be outside your house watching you through your windows will kind of nervous. ( no google results for: yes hello fbi i am a writer please dont put me on watchlists i just have research i need to do for this idea im working on, would you like to try again? ) I have nightmares nightly but not they never make me afraid, they just make me feel like crap. jumpscares and loud noises and seeing people reaching into their pockets dont set off as many brain alarms anymore tho!! progress haha.

IPHONE OR ANDROID I like my android better bc of capabilities but meh

DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES My mom, her husband & I play COD for family game night, and Silent Hill is my life’s blood. I’ve sunken hours into Sims & Skyrim, and Norman Jayden from Heavy Rain is my #1 fictional character in existence, why do i love the druggie babies

DREAM JOB Oh… You’re asking me to pick? I’d love to be an anthropologist doing work out in the field. Underwater archaeology is peak, but I’m also heavily considering being a body recovery diver or police diver. I’d love to see myself in uniform someday, if possible. Just the thought makes me teary eyed & proud.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS fund my person creative & educational endeavors. get myself a spooky ass abandoned house to make my own home to create in, and travel to the world’s best dive sites. just live a mild life of education, creation & exploration. that’s the dream TM.

FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE dr. hill is a gross and whiny lil bitch this post brought to u by the miskatonic crew, how is everyone here an even worse bad guy than herbert west precious dan excluded talk shit get hit tho john winchester from spn and both walter white & todd from breaking bad are all in my crew of hated characters. i jusT… the reani novel is difficult to read because i have to deal with this old sack of shit.

FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER Supernatural :-)

… AND THIS CONCLUDES A DEEP DIVE WITH INDIGO!! //

#||: && the mundane ( ooc );#( get to know a bitch!! )#( this was... a lot of me rambling about weirdly personal shit at 2 am )

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alittlecursed · 7 years

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Transformers Animated Short Story

Trigger Warning: This story includes self-doubt, low self-esteem, inner worries, inner demons and distrust.

Characters: Prowl and my OC

Story Summary: Just a little writing I did focusing on the Cyber-ninja and my OC where they connect a little. You don’t really have to know a lot about my OC, just that she hangs out with the Autobots from time to time with Sari and that she is older than Sari. Prowl and my OC are mostly talking; Prowl softly coaxing my OC to spend more time with them and trying to gain her trust, pretty much it.

I’ve had some good days in my life span of seventeen years. Most of those good days are in my childhood, and very few good days are in my teenage years. Bad days are everywhere and I’ve learned to suck it up and continue. I faced bad days head on and slept the stresses away, maybe used another trick once in a while. Other days I would find solitude in certain places and block out my demons. But this day, this day when I can’t hide in solitude or face my inner demons by myself, is one of the worst days of my life.

I was having a lot of bad days this week, this month had a lot of bad days really. I was supposed to be home alone with loud music and sleeping for hours. I wasn’t supposed to be with the Autobots, much less in a battle between the Autobots and the Decepticons. I didn’t want to be with anyone today, but life just hates me.

I’m stuck at the bottom of a giant hole in a mine. My ankle is sprained and it hurts to move. I thought I could bear with the pain to walk a bit but I think I just sprained it even more. I’m trapped in a mine with a sprained ankle in the Decepticon hiding place with a bomb that set off a few minutes ago. I can’t see anything and panic rises quickly in my chest and head. Images of demons and make-believe screams fill my head, and my breaths become shallow. I whimper in fear and in pain, hating this day by the second.

And to think this day was actually going to be good. I should have ignored Prowl’s message and locked myself in my house. I shouldn’t have let him convince me to take a stroll through the forest, much less opt to go into the mines where the freaking Decepticons were! The only good thing about this day is that the only Decepticons here were the Constructicons; strong but really stupid. Somehow their pea-brains set off a bomb and Prowl and I got separated.

I try to control my shaky and shallow breaths and try to think of nice things like cats and funny videos. That only works for a few minutes before I think about demons again. I panic even more when I feel something crawl up my right side and frantically try to get it off my, but my hands feel nothing. Something is on my side but I can’t touch it. My panicked mind then remembers of the phone vibrating in my right pocket. Stupid.

I answer the call from Prowl after I regain my breath and stop my heart from racing 200 miles per hour. “P-prowl…” So much for trying to compose myself a bit.

“Shiloh, thank Primus you’re alive. Are you injured?”

I move my left leg and hiss in pain. “Yeah…I think I have a sprained ankle.” The phone sheds some light in the cave and a feel a bit more relaxed but then the demons haunt me again and make me think something will come out from the dark.

“Alright, don’t move. I’ll try to find you. Do you have any idea about your location?”

“No…” I whimper again and my breaths are uneven and my heart races. Through my panicking, I hear something and force myself quiet so I can hear better. “But…I think I hear water…Maybe I’m close to the bottom of the mine…?”

“Most likely if you can hear water running. I’ll try to locate you quickly. Don’t move until I get there.”

“Wait, Prowl! Please don’t hang up!” I hear myself shout and pray to take those words back. I should not have said that. Why did I say that? Now he’ll think that I’m panicking because I’m a scaredy-cat and will discreetly tell me to suck it up. “…never mind, I’ll just wait here.”

“Wait.”

My finger hovers above the end call button and I bit my bottom lip to stop breathing loudly. God, I’m so stupid. Now he is going to make fun of me. I stay silent but sniffles will the cave and Prowl can most likely hear them.

“It’s okay to feel what you are feeling right now. You’re scared and lonely.”

His words hurt, either because they are the truth or because my pride is being damaged. “I-I am not…”

“Please don’t close yourself in. You don’t know how worried I’ve been over you for the past month. It pains me to see you distance yourself from us.”

Tears threaten to leak from my eyes and my good leg twitches in panic.

“I want to see my human girl smile and laugh with sincerity. I want to see her play and cause mischief. I want to enjoy my time with her again.”

I hear the ‘my’ from him but I throw away any ideas as to why he would say that. He is just saying that to comfort me, those aren’t true words. They’re just words. “I’ve been stressed…okay, I just need some time alone.” I hear screams in my head again. When will they stop screaming? When will I be left alone?

“Shiloh, I don’t want you to be alone. I want to be with you and help you.”

Those are just words. Just words to offer false comfort. Just words.

“Prowl, not to pressure you or anything but…where are you?”

Unexpected light shine from one end of the cave and my heart panics. My breaths become ragged and uneven and I feel my cheeks stained with dried tears.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, it’s just me.” Prowl’s form comes from behind the light of his headlights and I force myself to calm down. He lowers down to one knee and gently scoops me up on his servos. With one servo, he cradles me next to his chest. His heat transferring to my cold body. My eyes hurt and I see black dots, my head starting to pound. Prowl dims his lights and my vison clears a bit and my head hurts less. I hiss quietly as I try to position my left leg comfortably, and Prowl slightly moves his servo to adjust me.

It takes twenty minutes for us to get out of the cave by following the underground stream. Luckily the Decepticons either haven’t returned or haven’t been close to finding us in the caves. Prowl transforms and I hop on the seat, positioning my leg to move the minimum but throughout the ride pain shoots up and cramps my left side.

It takes another half an hour for us to get to the city and for Prowl to take me home. Before I can get off, he transforms and holds me in his servos. He walks towards the back of the house opens the window on the second floor; my room’s window. When his servo nears the window, I crawl to the edge and use more of my good leg to sit on the edge of my bed. I just need a moment to rest. When I look to the window, I sigh when I don’t see Prowl faintly hearing a sequence of gears creaking and metal shifting. I shift to reach across my bed to the small drawer, opting to lay on my stomach to have a better reach. I take out a set of bandages and get myself back up.

A knock on the door stops my heart and I swallow down my fear. The door opens to reveal Prowl’s holoform, the Cybertronian one. He narrows his visor on something on my side. Looking down, I see my hand gripping the handle of a dagger. I ignore his look and hide the dagger back under my pillow. My ankle hurts when I lift it to take my sneaker off, but Prowl’s hands stop my leg from moving and slowly leads it back to the floor. I protest as he unlaces my shoe and gently pries it off, folding the edge of my pants up a bit. His servos grasp my ankle and he gives it a squeeze, making me jump and yelp in pain. He rubs the ankle as if trying to make the pain fade away. Prowl leans forward and plucks the bandages from my hand, unraveling it and wrapping it nice and tightly around my foot and ankle.

“Thank you.” I mumble and I expect him to leave. But he doesn’t; he just keeps kneeling in front of my looking at me with his stoic face, but I can sense something from him, something he wants to say. But I’m not giving him a chance. I’m not going to let him pity me. “Optimus and the others might be worried about you.”

“I’ve already told Optimus I’ll be staying here with you.” He gets up and raises a servo to my head, softly patting down my hair. Inside I break and crumble with emotions. It’s been so long since anyone has given me that gesture. I have to resist. I have to resist, but my hands wrap around his servo and I lean into his touch. Prowl gently takes both of my hands and holds them tightly before he hooks one arm under my knees and lifts them to the bed. I take off the other shoe, my body ready to sleep, my eyes tired and droopy, but I look at Prowl.

I want to tell him to lay down with me, to hold me. I’m scared. My emotions are clashing inside of me. I want to cry. I want him to hold me while I have this conflict inside of me. My heart aches as my mind tells me he doesn’t care about me, but I want him and his words to be true. I want to accept his comfort.

He reaches out to pet my head, and I grab his wrist with one hand to pull him closer. He must be reading me because he smiles a little smile. He grasps my hand and kisses the back of my hand softly. I know my eyes ask him if he’ll lay down with me and he nods. I move to the other side of the bed, Prowl removing the blankets and sitting down. The mattresses’ springs and wood creaks under his weigh, but we both ignore it. I move closer to him, and he drapes the blankets over me. I feel his arms wrap around me under the blankets.

My mind keeps telling me to resist but my body moves closer to his metal body and I wrap an arm around his upper chest.

“Thank you.” I close my eyes and listen to his humming spark.

His servo strokes my hair, and I love this feeling; I remember it from when I was little. This gesture always soothed me to sleep.

“I will always be with you. I promise.”

That’s what I hear before the stroking lulls me to sleep.

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