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[whiskehorange]

Cottagecore/Self-Reliant/Self-Sufficient S/O with a green thumb 👍 with Carrie White, Norman Bates, Candyman, Bishop, and Anton Chigurh.

Carrie

She absolutely loves this idea and lifestyle, but can't really for the life of her keep a plant alive. As much as she tries it just doesn't flourish as much as she wants and it makes her a bit sad. Just another thing to the list that she can't seem to do right

Being able to watch you light up so many rooms with so many different plants, some she's never seen or heard of before, amazes her. She loves the look and spends a lot of her days sitting and doing small chores or reading in your plant room

They make her unbelievably bright and happy and she loves to learn about each plant you have when you tend to it and will surprise you by doing her own research

She remembers just about everything you tell her about the plants and tries her best to gift you some smaller ones she finds when she's out

I believe that Carrie would absolutely be a trinket collector and would have the best days and fun going out with you to the nearby lakes and ponds for picnics or walks. Rocks and pebbles, pressed leaves and flowers, all that and more

Norman

It's good to have hobbies and interest, especially when Norman happens to be busy most of the day. Thankfully for him, however, your hobbies are ones that he can keep up with as well.

I'm certain Norman is a bit of a green thumb as well, he has to keep up with the property somehow. He'll be forever grateful if you ever want to pitch in for him to get some work throughout the day out so he has more time to spend with you, even if that time is gardening

It's good for you to be keeping him up to date as well. While your interesting aesthetic isn't something he's used to seeing it certainly does liven up anywhere you go. Norman doesn't change things up too often, so he really needs a wardrobe change

When he isn't bugging you too often though, he does spend his time making delicate and floral based taxidermy for you of various small animals. A lot of the design choices come from flowers and plants he's heard that you're fond of or some he's plucked behind your back

Candyman

Daniel thinks it's a beautiful thing that you're able to be enough for yourself, especially when he can't be there constantly. Not like he could do much for you anyways, but you're still well off.

He's a man of taste and is pretty well versed in your plants and how to help you tend to them, but occasionally loves to hear your input and advice on doing so. It's one of his favorite pass times with you, making him feel at peace for the first time in a very, very long time

It does happen to make his chest rumble a little bit, seeing as his bees desperately want to get out and smell some fresh flowers for once. Within a certain distance from you you'll be able to hear the anxious humming and buzzing of all of them underneath his coat

As if he didn't do this often anyways, he almost always brings you home flowers as often as he can, but mainly the types you can replant/pot if you'd like to keep them and frequently will take you on dates that rely on the weather. Walks and picnics secluded in the forest are his preferred places. If you thrive, he thrives

Of course, he's also always looking forward to your homemade, organic treats and goodies on the way there

Bishop

The amount of relief that Bishop has taken off of his shoulders is immeasurable. You'd be surprised, or not, to learn that not a lot of Earth plants can survive on the ship, even with 24/7 monitoring and care. Most of the plants you see in the corridors and offices of the ships are either fake to easy the homesick epidemic floating around or plants from various other planets

Bishop himself is decently knowledgeable on the various plant and vegetation on the ship and he's more than happy to sit and teach you the ups and downs of space greens. It's most important on this ship to know how to be self reliant, especially when it's such a dangerous area to be stuffed into. A lot of the things in and around this ship can kill you, so his teachings are mandatory

There happens to be a lack of botanists on the ship that Bishop would be more than happy to train right next to him; even more so with it being you. And as much as he appreciates your comfy style and personality, he does have to hand you a typical lab uniform with a pitiful smile

Your work ethic is something that he swoons over the moment you do decide to work next to him. Bishop may seem like he's got a stick stuck up his ass, but no one gives him the time of day to figure out that she shows love and appreciation differently, especially when it comes to talking data and interests with you. You'll notice one of his small gestures is giving you itty bitty foreign plants that the two of you have been studying to see if you can keep it alive

Anton

Well you certainly look... interesting. You're an odd one, but it's a bit refreshing to come back home to after however long he's been away. There is never typically an element of surprise that will be able to catch him off guard, but seeing what new project you're up to every time he sees you if a close contender

He's more than relieved for you to be so self-reliant and be able to keep such thriving gardens and structure, it gives him less to worry about. You'd think he wouldn't have any cares in the world, but you'd be surprised

You constantly send him on his way with treats and small foods that you swear he needs; when was the last time you say him eat with your own eyes? Exactly, and it's hard to have him for long enough to enjoy a nice warm dinner

Anton doesn't speak much on his work life or about home life in general, but doesn't mind your talk. He appreciates your lack of small talk and tendency to jump right into filling him in on what's been going on since he's been gone, what you've been growing, clothes you've made, and small new additions to the home you've made. He'll blankly smile down at you in the garden as you crouch down and show him the growth and greens, inching to the left every so often to look at the other patches down the line

#carrie white x reader #norman bates x reader #psycho #candyman x reader #daniel robitaille x reader #bishop x reader #aliens #anton chigurh x reader #no country for old men #slasher x reader

[ravennaortiz]

Story 4 Bishop/Chibs

Summary: Part of the Three: The Magic Number Series. Reader x 2 of the Sons/Mayans. Purely smut. 18+

You arched your back, a moaning mess, as Bishops tongue flicked against your clit. Chibs grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to face him.

His cock was in your face, and you knew what he wanted. You opened your mouth obediently , taking him slowly.

“ Take it .”he growled as he shoved his cock further into your mouth, a wet gag escaping your lips. Your eyes watered as your hips instinctively bucked up into Bishops face. His large hands were digging into your plush thighs, making sure to keep your legs open.

You could feel yet another orgasm building up as the two men used you .Abruptly Bishop pulled away from your pussy, panting heavily, denying you release yet again. You whined, mouth still full of Chib’s thick cock.

"If you wanted to cum you shouldn't have been a brat" chuckled Bishop.

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[narcolini]

making exceptions

obispo ‘bishop’ losa x gn!reader, hurt/comfort, 2532 words

warnings for descriptions of kidnap, reader in shock

for day 22 of whumpril: sponge bath & ‘lets get you cleaned up’

tagging: @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas​

You wouldn’t call it a relationship, by any means. What you and Bish have is temporary, occasional and conditional, something you give and take as you both please—which isn’t actually that often. A few dates, a few weeks in between. A few nights in his bed. It isn’t anything serious enough to deserve a label, and that suits you, it suits him. You like being single, he likes being unchained. Free to do what he wants. A relationship would come with duties that you both weren’t ready for, so you avoid it all together.

You were naïve to think that by doing that, you’d also avoid all the dangers that came with being connected to a man like him. But the time you’d spent together was already enough to put a target on your head. To make you viable as blackmail material, under the assumption that he cared enough about you for it to work. That they could throw you in the back of livestock trailer and make him do exactly as they said.

They weren’t wrong about the first part, at least, about how much he cared about you. He’d found you before they’d even really begun. Stolen you back, before they could lay a finger on you.

‘Here.’ He takes the keys from you now, because he’s seen you drop them twice already. Hands shaking too much still to get the right one in the lock. ‘I got it.’

You nod, stepping back to let him do it.

He’d brought half the club with him, you think, though you can’t remember who for certain. And you don’t know where you’d even been yourself. They’d put a bag over your head, a gag in your mouth, let you slide around in the straw and dirt of the trailer as they drove. You don’t know how long it was, how far they took you. By the time you were in the truck with Bishop, it all felt like it had happened in minutes.

One moment you were by your car, outside Starbucks, and the next you were bound and blind, wondering if your luck had run out. Praying you’d at least die quickly, if that’s what they were planning to do. The next thing you remember, is Bishop saying your name, his hands on your wrists. A knife through the tape. His voice in the driver’s seat beside you. No idea of the words, you couldn’t focus on that, but just the deep of his voice. The abstract feeling of safety.

It still hasn’t settled into reality. He’s brought you back home, is letting you in to your own place, palm flat on the front door.

‘Come on,’ he prompts, hovering his other hand behind your back. You’ve flinched from him enough times on the ride here that he knows to avoid it now. ‘You’re good.’

You’re home. You’re safe. Grabbing onto the idea feels like trying to catch fish bare-handed, fingers slipping and frantic.

When you’re inside, he shuts the door behind you and twists the lock—you make sure of that, you watch him do it—before hanging your keys onto the usual hook. He looks more at home than you feel right now, dawdling across the room. You’re standing like this is your first time here. Arms slack, gaze on the corner of the couch nearest to you.

You had thought you were going to die. Had assumed they would torture you until they got what they wanted from the club, from Bish, had expected you would pass out before the worst of it could happen. Had wished it, even. Too afraid to endure it. Too familiar with yourself to know that you couldn’t survive any sort of violence like that. But they’d never even got you out of the trailer, when the door opened again it was Bishop. Gilly. EZ, too. The voices are easier to pick out now, than they were at the time.

‘You…’ He clears his throat behind. ‘You sure you’re not hurt?’

He’d asked you already, but that was when you were still too shaken up to answer him. Too filled with fear and adrenaline to even know for sure yourself. You look down at your hands, flexing your fingers like you’ve just discovered that they work. There’s no blood that you know of. No restriction of movement to anything.

‘No,’ you tell him, voice quiet, ‘just sore.’ The ride has left you bruised, no doubt, banged up from each turn they’d taken, metal to soft flesh. ‘I’m okay.’

It does’t feel like the truth, but it’s not a lie either. You’re in the middle of it somewhere.

Bishop steps around you, putting himself in front because you haven’t turned back to look at him, you haven’t really acknowledged him at all. He ducks his head, interrupting the gaze you’ve still got set on your hands.

‘You gonna be alright here?’ he asks. ‘On your own?’

You nod, looking past him still.

He says your name once.

‘I’ll be fine,’ you force yourself to make eye contact, ‘thank-you.’

It doesn’t convince him, but he’s already done so much. You’d heard the gunshots from inside the trailer, could see the stress lines in his forehead still, the scratch up his arm that he’d got during the rescue. How could you ask more of him now? You’re safe, you’re at home. He’d killed whoever it was that had taken you in the first place.

He nods, his hands on his hips. Then you watch him switch to put a palm over his beard, smoothing the hairs as he waits.

What he’s waiting for, you don’t know. You’re just standing, looking at him, looking at you, and doing nothing at all. Existing, really. Making peace with the idea of it again.

After what feels like ten minutes, but could never have been, he sighs, looking resigned. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up,’ he says, flicking his chin toward you.

You haven’t really considered yourself until now. There’s straw in the tread of your shoes still, mud and dirt up the length of your jeans, along your bare arms. Sticky residue on your wrists, in your hair. As you swallow, you can taste the dust still, the grime, the dried paint from the rag they’d shoved into your mouth. It must look like you’ve been crawling through rabbit burrows, tousling with bulls and broncos.

‘What?’ You’re only just realising what he’s said.

He’s shrugging out of his kutte, and putting it over the back of the couch afterwards. ‘You’re in shock.’ He rolls his sleeves, glancing at you. ‘I’m not leaving you here like that.’

You can tell he’s trying to be kind, gentle, but the thought hasn’t quite reached his voice yet. He’s snippy still, short like he’s giving club orders, and not trying to look after you. It works, though. If he was talking to you like you might break, then, well, you would. It’s only staying in place right now because you are. Cracked pottery, perfectly balanced.

‘You don’t have to,’ you start, but he’s already gone, disappearing into the hallway behind. You hear him reach the bathroom, hear the tap crank, the water hitting the tub. He’s running you a bath. Bishop is running you a bath, unprompted. ‘Bish?’

You follow the path he took, minutes too late to really be able to stop him, and slow like you’re unfamiliar here, in your own home. Fingers bracing the walls as you pass them. When you get there, he’s sitting on the edge of the bath, forearm submerged in the water. He’s added soap, stirred it up into bubbles, and is testing the temperature while it fills still.

‘I don’t want you to…’ You fade off.

You don’t want him to what? It’s not the actions you have an issue with. You know you wouldn’t do it yourself. If someone wasn’t here to push you, you’d sit and rot in the dirt you’re wearing, let this day end and the next begin without moving at all. You can barely think from one action to the next, let alone put yourself back together.

But you don’t want him to feel like he has to be the one to do it. You aren’t his responsibility, he doesn’t owe you the care that a boyfriend might. He hadn’t known this would happen any more than you did.

‘Couldn’t find any, y’know, real bath shit,’ he says, flicking his hand dry. ‘Did my best with what you’ve got.’

You nod. You should smile, but you can’t. ‘I’m not a bath person.’

‘Yeah, well,’ he sighs, ‘you are tonight. Arms up.’

Your brows lift instead, surprise occupying your features. It’s the first emotion you’ve actually shown since you shut down to it all.

He stands, settling in front of you, boots to the bath matt. His lips stretch into a short smile that doesn’t convince either of you. ‘Come on, baby,’ he reasons. ‘You gotta let me look after you.’

He’s tired from the day, the stress, the fear, you know that. He’s unequipped to handle whatever it is you’re going through too, whatever has made you stand like a stranger in front of him. Whatever’s frozen you from doing anything at all. But he’s trying, that matters.

‘Okay.’ You say it aloud so it’s binding. He can help. If he wants to, you’ll let him.

You put your arms up and he pulls the hem of your top to get it off, gentle at first, then quick like he’s peeling a bandaid. In any other situation, any other time, it would excite you. Send a thrill from your heart, into your bare stomach. Make you rush to do the same in return. Now, though, the undress does nothing but brush a chill across your skin.

He bends, grunting as he lowers to the floor, one knee to the ground, one bent. He taps it, inviting you to put your foot there. Which you do, silent and obedient, glad to be anything but motionless. He unknots your laces, unfazed by the muck you’re leaving on his jeans, then tugs the boot from your foot. You do the same again with the other one, leaning on his shoulder to keep your balance.  

‘You want me to…?’ He’s looking up at you now, on one knee still. His hands are set either side of your thighs, waiting, ready to do what you need him to.

‘No.’ You shake your head. ‘I can do it.’

He’s started the process, led you half way, and that’s the hard part. You can manage the rest. Jeans and underwear. It isn’t much. It’s not much, and you can do it. The more you think it, the more plausible it seems.

‘Alright.’ He stands, with another grunt, before moving to twist the taps off now the bath’s full. ‘I’ll get you something to drink.’

You nod, watching him leave before you can stop him again. It’s uniform, the way he’s caring for you. One task and then the next, like he’s flicking through a user guide, checking all the boxes. But then, so is your response to it. Function over anything else. It isn’t making you feel better yet but it’s getting you further than you were. You’ll be clean soon, ready for the next step.

You shove the jeans off, socks too, leave them and your underwear in a pile on the floor, before stepping into the tub. It’s warm, just right, and you sink into it gladly. Let it cover you, head to toe. Wash the dirt and the day away from your skin. You put your head under for minute, welcoming the wet to your hair, the dull to your senses. It helps. It strips you back of the tension you’d been carrying, smothers the noise between your ears.

When you surface again, sighing, it feels like waking up—just a bit, stirring the daydream. You can breathe a little easier now. Can appreciate the soap swimming around you and the sound of the microwave in the other room. If this were any other time, you’d think you were being spoiled, treated to a DIY spar day. It would feel like Bishop and you had finally decided to settle into something serious.

The door isn’t shut, not fully, but he knocks when he comes back, waiting behind the wood of it. You can just about see his shoulder through the gap, his head facing the other direction.

‘Can I come in?’ he asks.

‘Yeah.’ You’re long past being shy of his gaze, especially in the current context. Naked as you are, it’s hardly compromising, or appealing. ‘Please.’

He does so, pulling the door back in place behind him and wafting the smell of coffee across to where you’re soaking. ‘Couldn’t find any cocoa.’ He sets the mug on the edge of the bath, close enough to reach. ‘Thought you should have something warm at least.’

‘Thank-you.’ When you try to smile this time, you manage it. Wooden, faint, but there. ‘You can sit, if you want.’

He’s hovering, and doing his best not to look any lower than your face. When you offer, he nods, taking a place on the closed lid of the toilet and leaning his forearms on his knees. Not a comfortable position, or one he can hold for long, surely, but it’s reassuring still. Like setting a guard by the door. You aren’t fully convinced you won’t fall asleep here, under the blanket of warm water. At least now, if that happens, he’ll be there to keep your head above the surface.

‘Look,’ he says, interlinking his fingers and staring at them afterwards, ‘this shit should’ve never happened to you.’

You close your eyes. Force a breath through your nose.

‘I wish I could—’

‘Please,’ you cut him off, ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ The water sloshes as you move, sinking further in. ‘Only just starting to feel human again,’ you tell him, hoping to land it as a joke, but not quite getting there.

‘Sorry.’

‘It’s fine.’ Apologies don’t suit him anyway.

‘You’re gonna have to at some point,’ he says. ‘To someone.’

‘I know.’ But not yet, not to him. You open your eyes to find him across the room. He’s already watching you with a tired expression, concern printed somewhere beneath it. ‘Will you stay?’ you ask, which isn’t something you ever ask of him, really. It’s always, yeah, good to see you, til next time, baby. Never stay, never with a plea in your tone.

‘Tonight?’ He nods. ‘Yeah.’

You hesitate. ‘And after that?’

He frowns slightly, sparing a hand to scrub it across his chin as he searches for an answer. How to put it nicely, you assume, how to tell you he can’t babysit you until you’re brave again.

‘I don’t mean,’ you correct, ‘I know you can’t watch me forever, but…’

‘I can stay,’ he decides. ‘Until this shit dies down.’

You let out a breath, chest sinking, back curving with the base of the tub. It won’t do forever, but it’ll do for now. Temporary and conditional.

#bishop x reader #obispo losa #mayans mc fanfic #whumpril2023 #bishop losa x reader #first bish fic hello?

[my-intrusive-stories]

Who Fell First, and Who Fell Harder?

Engen - You Fell First, and You Fell Harder

People describe Engen as many things–terrifying, powerful, obsessive–but throughout the years of being his subordinate, you saw what others couldn’t. Engen’s occasional dry humor, rigid work ethic, and determination were aspects of the villain’s personality that others never experienced. Every day, you felt your admiration for Engen grow. It was only a matter of time before you fell for your handsome leader.

When you finally fell in love with Engen, you fell hard. The mere sight of him would cause your heart rate to increase abnormally fast. It soon became difficult to form coherent sentences around the man, often resulting in you running away while trying to hide your embarrassment. Unbeknownst to you, Engen reciprocated your feelings but was waiting for you, his cute little subordinate, to muster the courage to confess.

Chaos - You Fell First, and He Fell Harder

It’s not hard to fall for Jeremy Bernstein. He’s a bit chaotic (hence his hero name), but Jeremy is still charming. What’s not to like about his bright smile and dedication to justice? As you carefully treated his wounds, you imagined a future with the hero. Maybe if he had someone to come home to, he’d take better care of his health.

Not long after you caught feelings for Chaos, he found his eyes straying toward you at every opportunity. Jeremy loved everything about you, from how you executed your work professionally to how you weren’t afraid to tell him off. The happiest moment in his life was when you scolded him for being so reckless and let it slip that you loved him. As he kissed you sweetly, Jeremy realized he would do anything to keep you safe.

Bishop (Padrius Encilion) - He Fell First, and You Fell Harder

Surprisingly, Padrius was the first to be struck by Cupid’s arrow. You were always a reliable assistant, whether filling out paperwork or playing chess with him. Little by little, the Elder found himself seeking your companionship. Soon, teasing remarks became a staple of your conversations with Padrius. His ultimate goal was to see your flustered face.

One day, you realized your boss was intentionally teasing you. At first, you were wary. Bishop liked to pick on most people, so his words weren’t out of character. What was strange, though, was his accompanying actions. He’d brush against your hand, pull out your chair, or even whisper lowly in your ear. It wasn’t good for your heart. On the outside, you managed to stay stoic, but on the inside, you were a mess. You were in love with the ruler of Cloud Garden. Everything came together when Padrius saved your life from a rogue assassin. He teasingly said he deserved a reward, so with a racing heart, you went to kiss his cheek, but he turned so your lips met instead.

Yushin - He Fell First, and You Fell Harder

You’d been by Yushin’s side for most of his life, so it was no wonder he adored you. The way you dedicated yourself to training and confidently carried yourself was undoubtedly attractive to him. You were a force of nature. Having committed to training, Yushin thought you wouldn’t be interested in a relationship, so he tried not to burden you with his feelings.

Years later, after the Skysword defeated Yushin, you took care of your lifelong friend. You were his pillar of support. Something in your heart changed during that period. Over time, you realized that the warm feeling in your chest was love. Ever attentive, Yushin noticed the sudden changes in your mannerisms. Why did you, someone who could stand up to the Skysword, seem so nervous around him? To his surprise, you blurted out you were deeply in love with him. A smile adorned the swordsman’s face. The feelings he buried long ago were finally reciprocated.

Jintae Yang - You Fell First, and He Fell Harder

Life is unexpected. You never thought you’d become a villain, yet you became a follower of Jintae Yang. His charisma and ambition drew you in. Perhaps that’s why you soon found yourself pining over your leader. If Jintae wanted to reshape the world according to his vision, you’d be by his side working towards it.

Jintae first discovered his fondness for you after you took a blow meant for him. The sight of your bloodied body filled him with panic and rage. After dispatching the assailant and healing your wounds, Jintae demanded to know why you got injured in his stead. You simply smiled and said your body moved on its own. Later, when you jumped in front of the Executioner, Jintae willingly sacrificed his eyes to ensure your survival. You were frantic, trying to figure out why he’d do such a thing, but the young swordsman opted to kiss you instead of explaining. 

Bagna - He Fell First, and He Fell Harder

Bagna isn’t the brightest in terms of emotions. Rachel easily tricked him into thinking he was in love with Ihwa and Engen (he was just scared). So when he starts to grow feelings for you, he isn’t sure what they are. His first impression is that he’s sick. After all, why would his palms become sweaty and his heartbeat accelerate? Luckily, Vector helped the fire wielder understand his feelings.

When you’re happy, Bagna is happy. He goes out of his way to help you with every problem you face, even if the methods are unconventional (burning the couch you stubbed your toe on was some of his proudest work). The slightest praise from you fills him with satisfaction. It’s like there’s a flame-lobbing puppy at your beck and call. Of course, the young man’s sweet gestures don’t go unnoticed. After you confess, Bagna realizes he has two goals now: to ignite the hottest flame and to protect you.

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[drabbles-mc]

Disaster Dates: Movie Night

Bishop Losa x F!Reader

Disaster Dates Masterlist

Prompt from This Post: Person A and Person B go to see a movie together but they both end up really not enjoying the film

Warnings: 18+, language

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: So, truthfully, if it weren't for @withmyteeth this series wouldn't be a thing at all whatsoever. But she funneled this particular idea directly into my brain this time last year when I was first starting to go through all of the prompts. So as always, shout-out to the other half of my brain. 💖

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The movie had been his idea in the first place, and now he was regretting everything about the suggestion. He didn’t even particularly like going to the movies. You knew that, too, which is why in the few dates that the two of you had gone on, it had never been something you suggested. He liked that you tried to be accommodating, but he also knew that you loved going to the movies. Long before he’d ever bucked up and asked you out, he would constantly hear you talking to Gilly and Coco about whatever movies you’d gone to see over the last few weeks.

So he figured that this time around, he would do something that you wanted to do. After all, that’s how the whole dating thing was supposed to work, right? And besides, it wasn’t as though he hated the movies. It just wasn’t something he ever went out of his way to do. But maybe it’d be different with you. Everything else seemed to be, so why not this?

He should’ve just stuck to what he knew.

Or, he should’ve let you pick the movie. Should’ve insisted on it. Because when he pitched the idea, his initial thought was that he would just let you pick whatever movie you had been wanting to see next and taking care of the tickets. And the popcorn, because you insisted that no movie experience is complete without popcorn. But since he was actually going to try out the whole movie theater thing, you thought it was only fair that he also got to pick the movie. After all, you didn’t want to end up picking a movie that you wanted to see and he ended up hating.

You should’ve gone for it, though. At least then one of you would’ve enjoyed the movie. At least then, maybe, you’d have a shot at getting Bishop to come back to the movies with you again in the future. But, from the look on his face when you glanced over at him a few times throughout the film, you didn’t think that that was going to be happening.

Meanwhile, Bishop was wondering if he really just hated movies that much, or if he just had the unfortunate bad luck of picking one that was terrible. He had to assume it was the latter—there was no way that you would make a point to put yourself through this on a regular basis, no way you would keep coming back for more. He kept stealing looks at you throughout, hoping to try and get a better idea of where you were at. Your expression was painfully neutral, though, and he couldn’t help but to think that that didn’t bode well. You were someone who wore their feelings clear on their face, good or bad. So the indifference he saw on you must’ve been your attempt at being polite. He just wanted to sink into the floor.

There was a moment, when the two of you were about forty minutes into the movie (although Bishop swore it felt like the two of you had been there for hours already), when he was about to just lean over and ask you if you wanted to get up and leave. It was definitely an option. The theater already got their money—it wasn’t like a bouncer was going to show up and stop the two of you from leaving. The mental image of that was more entertaining than anything in the film the two of you had paid for.

He desperately wanted out. Hell, at that point he would settle for buying a second set of tickets to something that you would actually want to see.  Anything that gave him a shot of not being in the theater anymore. You hadn’t said anything to him, though, and that put the tiniest bit of fear in the back of his mind that he had been misreading the entire thing. One bad film and suddenly he felt like he was back in high school again, going to put his arm around a cute girl and getting curved in the process. It was the same level of embarrassment, one that he had hoped to go the rest of his life avoiding.

The screen finally faded to black and the credits started to roll. Most of Bishop was relieved, just glad that the entire shitshow was over with. But, when the lights started to come up, the relief was quickly replaced with a feeling of dread at the fact that he was going to have to look at you after that entire experience and try to figure out if he was supposed to be pretending he hadn’t just spent the last two hours wanting to gouge his own eyes out, or having to try and convince you that despite how atrocious this experience was, continuing to date him wouldn’t be so horrible. He wasn’t ready to try and scan your face and make that game-time decision, so he looked at the screen for a little longer to try and buy some more time.

Unlike Bishop, you were already staring at him. You knew how he felt about it—there were no guessing games there. The most surprising thing to you was that he hadn’t already shot up out of his seat, grabbed your hand, and dragged you from the theater. You also couldn’t believe that he hadn’t asked to leave earlier. You were curious as to what his next move was going to be.

You grabbed your bag off the floor and pulled it up onto your lap with the bucket of popcorn, which was one of the only redeemable qualities of the last few hours. Raising your eyebrows, you continued to wait for him to look over at you. It was really only a small handful of seconds, but it felt like much longer given the state of everything.

Finally, you decided to break the silence. “Waiting to see if there’s an end-credit scene?” you joked.

That got him to finally turn and look at you. “A what?”

You laughed and shook your head. “Some movies put clips at the end of the credits.” You paused, trying not to be too amused at the bewildered look on his face. “I doubt this one will, though.”

“You don’t…do you wanna stay and find out?” It sounded like it physically pained him to say the words.

You found that to be a little endearing, to say the least. You shook your head as you stood up from your seat. “Fuck no.”

His entire body visibly relaxed in his seat for a moment as he let out a sigh of relief. Setting his hands on the armrests on either side of him, he pushed himself up out of the chair. Looking over at you, he cracked the smallest smile, but the first one you’d seen since the lights went down in the theater. “Thank god.”

You shook your head as you laughed, hugging the nearly-empty tub of popcorn to your chest. “Come on, this already took more years off my lifespan than it was worth.”

The two of you walked down the steps of the movie theater and made your way towards the door. Bishop walked beside you, trying to figure out the best way to come out and ask a very blunt question. “So that…that was bad, right? That was a fucking bad movie?”

You burst out laughing, nodding as he pushed the theater door open for you. “Yes, that was a bad fucking movie.”

“Fuck.” He let out a laugh that sounded more relieved than anything. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

You looked over at him with a small smile on your face. “Oh yea?”

“Yea. Because if that’s just how movies are, I would have to ask you what’s wrong with you and why you would spend so much time putting yourself through that.”

You playfully bumped your shoulder against his. “Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to leave, then?”

“Because you didn’t say that it was fucking bad!” he replied as he laughed in disbelief.

“I didn’t want to shit all over your movie choice!” You were laughing so hard now that you had to actually focus on not dropping the bucket in your arms. “I was trying to figure out if I was going to keep dating someone who just had horrendous taste in movies. I was really weighing the pros and cons of that.”

“Were you?” he asked as he dug out the keys to his car.

“Yea, I was. That, and, come on, Bishop, you have yet to keep your mouth shut when you don’t like something. Why would I think that changed because of this? Something that you don’t even really like doing?”

He wanted to have a good argument for that, but the truth was that he didn’t. He’d never been all that great at biting his tongue or sugar-coating things, something that was most certainly a common thread in conflicts with him in past relationships. He supposed that he couldn’t blame you for thinking that if it was something that was really bothering him, he’d say something.

“Fine,” he finally conceded as you both reached the car. “I guess that makes sense.” He paused, watching as you walked over to the passenger side door. There was a smile tugging at his lips as he asked, “You’re really bringing that home?”

“Um, yea?” you replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I told you, Bishop, popcorn is like an integral part of the movie experience.” You paused. “Even if the movie sucks.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Get in the car.” When you were both situated and buckled in, he turned and asked you, “Your place or mine?”

“Gonna let me make all the decisions for awhile?” you asked with a soft chuckled. When he just nodded in reply, you thought about your answer. “Mine.” There was a flicker of disappointment across his face that you couldn’t help but to notice, so you added onto your statement. “You should stay over though…if you can.”

“Yea?”

You nodded. “Yea. Besides,” you shimmied a bit to try and get more comfortable in your seat, “maybe then I can pick a move that the both of us will actually enjoy.”

“The bar is on the fucking floor, sweetheart, so I think we’ll be alright.”

In the relatively short amount of time that the two of you had been dating, you definitely spent more time over at Bishop’s place than he spent at yours. You never really stopped to question why that was—it wasn’t as though he ever seemed opposed to coming over to your apartment. Things usually just played out and ended up with you at his place.

Despite that being the case, he seemed relatively comfortable and at-home as the two of you started to settle in for the evening. You were both camped out on the couch. He was tucked into the corner of it, leaning against the arm of the sofa while you were leaning against him, your arm draped across his middle while your head rested against the side of his chest. You felt each breath he took in and out, and there was something soothing about it.

True to your word, you had chosen another movie to watch. You picked something that didn’t require a heavy mental and emotional investment, knowing that both you and Bishop were still a bit spent from the entire debacle earlier, plus now it was starting to get a bit late. Even so, you still found yourself paying pretty good attention. The few times you glanced up at Bishop, it seemed like he was actually enjoying himself a fair bit as well. Even though, like he said, the bar was on the floor.

Both of you had been silent for a while during the movie when you spoke up with another quick, offhand comment about it. “You know what’s funny?” you asked as you glanced up at him.

You chuckled softly when you realized that you weren’t going to be getting an answer from him about it. He still had one arm looped around you as he sat nestled into the corner of the couch. However, his head was now tilted back slightly and resting against the back of the couch. His eyes were shut, and when you listened closely, you could hear that he was just on the brink of starting to snore.

You hummed in quiet amusement to no one other than yourself as you settled a little more against his side. Maybe it was true that Bishop just wasn’t the kind of guy who was cut out to be a big movie person. There were worse things in the world.

Plus, you had to admit that it was nice that he was comfortable enough to fall asleep like that. He hadn’t even done that during the times when you went over to his—you were almost always the first one to fall asleep. You took the small win for what it was. At least this time around you had a comfortable pillow while you finished your movie.

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Bishop x Reader

Prompt: 15.“I'll never get tired of being around you” 

It all started at breakfast when one of the crew members had made a comment about how they couldn’t imagine anyone being in a long term relationship with you because you were so boring. It was such a stupid, one dimensional comment and it stung; but you didn't let them see that.

Bishop was there in the room when the crew member had said the mean comment he felt his blood boiling and when he saw you all he could think of was how much he wanted to hold you in this very moment. How he wanted to hide away with you and never be found because the only semblance of normal he has is whenever he's with you.

There was no reaction from him and you ignored the crew member and went on with your day. But, that comment stuck with the both of you for the rest of the day; staying at the back of your minds while focusing on other things. When the day finished and dinner was eaten all you could think about was the comment, you were consumed by its negativity.

In your room, alone with your thoughts you couldn't help but let the pain overtake you. You hated the way your chest heaved and how the tears streaked down your face when you tried to stop yourself from crying.

Your door had opened and closed, the quick footsteps that followed were familiar; and the warm hand that went to your back was your saving grace. You closed your eyes as you faced him and he hummed when he saw you with your reddened tear stricken cheeks. “Oh honey” he murmured and he pulled you into his chest, holding you close.

When you pulled away and looked up all you could see was adoration and care, and it made your chest tighten at the sight.  He pressed a kiss against the side of your head,  “I’ll never get tired of being around you” he murmured against your skin, humming as you pressed yourself more into him. He pressed more kisses to your skin like a promise of a better future. He held the back of your head gently.

That’s how it went for a while 

Then the both of you had a long talk about everything; emotions, how long the day was, and your love for one another. Then the both of you got ready for bed, lovingly helping the other when it was needed. You ended up in bed curled in each other's embrace with the white noise of the air ventilator to lull you to sleep.

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Loss - Bishop Losa x Reader

Summary: You try your best to comfort Obispo after his friend's death.

Word count: 1,0k+

Pairing: Bishop Losa x Female! Reader

Warnings: spoilers for season 2, angsty

A/n: Just something short to get back into writing. Enjoy!

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐌.𝐂. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Bishop knew you were smart, sometimes even too smart for your own good, and you could read people without effort. You had him all figured out just after your first meeting, which irritated him back then. He knew exactly what he was getting into, yet he still couldn’t let you walk away from him.

The moment he crossed the doorway, you were already staring at him with squinted eyes from your comfortable blanket nest on the couch. He didn’t even notice you were there until you spoke up.

“You’re upset,” you stated, closing the book you were reading. “What happened?” 

Bishop stopped in the corridor, his brows raised at your words, letting you know you saw right through him. 

“Jesus, woman, let me at least take my shoes off.” He scowled, challenging you to pry any further while unlacing his boots and putting them away.

“Hey, I’m very patient.” You ignored the unpleasant tone of his voice, sitting up and curling up your legs so you could rest your chin on your knees. You waited in silence so he could make his way toward you.

Bishop sat down beside you with a tired sigh, rubbing his temples. “Do we have to do this now? It’s late. You should be sleeping, cariña.”

It was well past midnight, and you would usually already be sprawled out on that couch, having fallen asleep while you waited for him to come home. Today it was different, though. You had a feeling that something terrible had happened, and it didn’t let you close your eyes even for a minute. So you spent the night reading books, waiting patiently for your husband to return so you could see with your own eyes that he was unharmed and well.

You watched him closely, your features softening into a half-smile at the term of endearment. You reached over to squeeze his hand reassuringly, and he let you, marveling at the feeling of your skin on his.

“Couldn’t really sleep without you next to me.”

Your words made Bishop finally look at you, his eyes staring into yours with recognition. He knew that feeling. He couldn’t fall asleep without you in bed beside him either. It just felt wrong when you weren’t there.

“I know. I’m sorry I couldn’t leave earlier,” Bishop mumbled out, raising your joined hands to leave a kiss on top of your palm. 

He knew he couldn’t always be there for you. Being the club’s president was time-consuming, more than he imagined. But it was everything to him, and you understood that and never made him feel bad about not having much time to spend with you. 

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it.” You propped your chin on his shoulder, covered by the club’s kutte. “Tell me what happened.”

Bishop ran his free hand through his hair, sighing yet again. He wasn’t sure how to put it into words. He never knew how to tell you about someone’s death, especially someone you had known and cared for.

“Hey, if you don’t want to, it’s okay too. But remember that you can tell me anything,” you assured, seeing the troubled expression on your husband’s face. 

Your thumb brushed against his knuckles, and you could feel him relax at your touch.

After several long moments, he took another deep breath and started talking cautiously, trying to suppress the anger bubbling deep inside of him. The anger at those stupid Vatos who took his friend away for good.

“We lost Riz today,” he said finally, cutting straight to the chase. 

Your eyes widened in shock. You didn’t expect it to be that serious before he told you that information. “I’m so sorry, baby,” you whispered. Your thumb brushed against his knuckles in a soothing motion.

Bishop closed his eyes, trying hard to push back the tears that threatened to spill out of his eyes. “Yeah. Me too.”

You knew Riz was a good guy and didn’t deserve to die so soon. None of the Mayans did; they were all genuinely good people, no matter how they shaped themselves to appear to others. They were like a family to you; you loved them wholeheartedly.

“What happened? Who did this?” The question was followed by a pause before you added quietly, “Are you going after them?” You held your breath as you waited for an answer, but you couldn’t help the tears that spilled down your cheeks.

Your thumb traced a few circles on the back of his hand. You could feel him shake lightly under your touch. It broke your heart to watch him in this state. It took him a minute or two before he found the strength to speak again.

“We will. The fuckers won’t know what hit them,” Bishop stated with certainty, wiping away the tears from his face with his arm. He never wanted to let anyone see him cry, yet you saw it more times than he wished you did. You were the one who taught him that it’s not a weakness to show emotions.

“Go to bed with me?” you proposed and got up from the couch, still holding his hand in yours. You didn’t comment on his decision. It wasn’t your place to say anything, especially since you didn’t have the whole picture, and it could’ve been pretty gruesome.

The man agreed wordlessly, letting you pull him to his feet and toward the door to your shared bedroom. You helped him take off his kutte, putting it on the backrest of one of the comfy chairs in the room, while Bishop got rid of his shirt and jeans, leaving him only in his boxers. 

You turned the lights off before looking at your husband, who had already crawled into the bed. He smiled weakly, beckoning you closer so you could cuddle up to him like always. You obliged quickly and snuggled up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and holding him tight. Bishop kissed your forehead, making you look up at him. 

“I love you, mi rey,” you whispered as if anything louder could disturb the silence enveloping the room. You left a sweet kiss on his lips, giggling when he bit down lightly on your lower lip.

“Sleep well, mami.”

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Scars Remain

Bishop Losa x Female OC Lex

SOA & Mayans crossover

Set in Season 1 of Mayans

Summary:

Lex runs from her past and lands in Santo Padre. A chance run in with the Mayans President leads to a new home for her. But will her secrets and past ruin everything?

~💀~

Part One

The rundown motel I'd landed in was on the outskirts of Santo Padre. Booked with cash and a fake name, a far cry from Charlestown. Ryan wouldn't be able to find me here.

I'd started cashing my checks a while back and hiding the money, biding my time. I couldn't open another account without him knowing. Couldn't risk any type of trail. Left my car and tossed my phone. I bought a burner phone as soon as I left before hopping on the last bus out of town the other night. Ryan had been out with clients that night. It was my only shot at a clean getaway.

I ached to go to Charming. To my father and uncles. But that would be the first place he'd look for me. And frankly, I don't know if they'd welcome me. I'd like to think they would, but they taught me better than this. I never should've left with that snake. Never should've stayed when he first raised his hand to me, showing his true colors. I was a disgrace...now with the scars to prove it.

I eyed my reflection in the dark motel room window. My eyes tracing the jagged scar running through my eyebrow. I shook my head, willing the memories away. I closed the curtains, secured the deadbolt and chain and dropped onto the bed. Tonight I'd sleep. Tomorrow would begin my new chapter.

___

I walked to the small coffee shop in town. I'd grab a coffee and then start my job hunt. I needed something under the table that didn't ask too many questions.

After paying for my coffee, I snagged the local paper from the stand and headed out to the sidewalk. I sipped my drink and began looking through the paper as I turned and slammed into the broad chest of a man. The coffee slipped from my grasp and fell to the sidewalk as I stumbled backwards, strong hands gripped my waist, steadying me. I watched in horror as the coffee splashed all over the man in front of me. His biker boots and leather-

Biker boots.... I froze. My gaze scanned upwards from his boots. Dark jeans, wallet chain, black kutte. I quickly read the patches before meeting his dark gaze.

I had just spilled coffee on the President of the local Mayans charter.

Of course I was in Mayans territory!

"Shit! I-I'm so sorry!" I quickly undid the flannel around my waist and began trying to dry his leather.

"Hey, easy! Sweetheart, its alright. Don't ruin your shirt." His hands gently grasped my wrists, halting my movements.

I stopped at his gentleness. That was not the reaction I was expecting.

My gaze went down to his boots. They were ruined.

He chuckled. "I could use new boots anyway."

"I'm so sorry! I can pay for them-" I reached for my wallet and his hands once again ceased my movements.

"Querida, I don't want your money." He reassured me. "Let's start over. I'm Bishop." He held his hand out to me.

I hesitsted a moment before taking his hand and meeting his gaze. "Lex." Not entirely a lie. Only my father and unlces called me that.

"Nice to meet you, Lex. Are you new in town? Haven't seen you around..."

"Yeah, actually. Just got in last night. Trying to find a job situation, hence the distraction..." I motioned to the now saturated paper on the ground. "I'm really sorry about this. Let me make it up to you somehow?"

He chuckled and paused a moment. "I know we don't know each other, but if you're interested. I just had a girl walk at the clubhouse. You know how to bartend?"

I'd only tended SAMCRO’s clubhouse for my entire teen years...

"I do," I nodded.

"What do you say you give me a few weeks behind the bar and we'll call it even?"

I had to be careful, but what better way to start here than to be in with the local bikers? I'd be under their protection...at least for a few weeks. If it didn't work out then I'd go from there.

"When do I start?"

_____

The walk to Romero Brothers was longer than I'd expected. But without a car, I had no choice. Besides it was only for a few weeks...

The distinct rumble of a motorcycle approched from behind me. I heard it decelerate before coasting up beside me. I instinctively knew it was Bishop before even looking over at him.

"You're walking from the motel?" He asked.

I shrugged. "No car."

He motioned with his head to the seat behind him before taking his helmet off and handing it to me. "You ride?"

I hesitated before nodding. I hadn't been on the back of a bike since before leaving Charming.

"Get on."

I secured the helmet and straddled the bike, slidding in behind him. I folded my legs up and tentatively wrapped my arms around his waist. His scent was intoxicating. Exhaust, whiskey, cigarettes and cologne. Pure male musk. I felt his chest rumble as he chuckled and pulled me tighter against him. I obeyed and laced my arms tighter around him, pulling myself flush to his back as he pulled back onto the street.

I couldn't help but wonder what my father would think seeing me on the back of a Mayans' President’s bike.

_____

The clubhouse party was your typical biker party. Booze, girls and loud music. Bishop had Nails show me the ropes and I quickly fell in line. I was already well aware of how to behave at a club gathering...but I had no idea of the relationship between the Mayans and Sons at this point in time, so best to just keep my mouth shut for now.

I caught Bishop staring at me now and again throughout the night. He'd smile and wink each time and continue with his conversations. I'd be lying if I said this didn't feel good. I felt at home, yet it was completely different than the home I knew. So familiar, yet foreign at the same time.

The weeks flew by. I'd felt like I belonged with the Mayans, like I may have found my place in the world. I had yet to come clean about my past though... I knew I needed to, but I just hadn't found the right time.

Bishop and I had grown close over these few weeks. We'd casually flirt with each other at the clubhouse but nothing had come about yet. I'd come to enjoy the rides to and from the motel on his bike. But I realized that tonight was the final night of my "debt." I nervously picked at my fingernails, waiting for Bishop to pick me up, wondering what would come of tonight. My money was running low, so I'd have to find a job soon.

The rumble of Bishop's bike outside the motel broke my thoughts. I gathered my bag and headed out to meet him.

_____

The clubhouse wasn't as packed as it usually was tonight. I headed into the store room to get some more cases for the bar fridge. I stacked two together and turned to head back when I was met with Bishop leaning against the doorframe.

"I uh, have something I want to run by you." He said as he fiddled with a pack of cigarettes.

"Okay..." I said tentatively as I placed the cases on a shelf, wondering where this was going.

"The guys and I talked...and we agreed....if you want....you can stay here permanently, with pay," he took a cigarette out but didn't light it. His gaze on me, urging me to say yes.

I took a shakey breath in. It was now or never. "Bishop. Before I answer...there's something I need to tell you. Well, a lot I need to tell you....and I should've been honest from the start, but- I... it's fucking complicated and -"

He put his hand up, making my sputtering come to a halt. My heart was hammering in my chest. He lit the cigarette, adjusted his stance against the doorframe. He took a long drag in and exhaled, his gaze boring into me. "You think I don't do my due diligence when it comes to a new person stepping inside my circle? Inside my club? ..... You of all people should know that, Evelyn Alexandra Telford."

~💀~

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We Already Knew

Pairing: Bishop x Reader

Summary: You and Bishop have been sneaking around until one day when you get hurt and everything is out in the open. 

You wake up feeling the light coming in through the curtains. You were optimistic as you turn hoping to find your man still in bed beside you. But like most other mornings he isn’t there but he leaves a note for you on his pillow. Good morning mi amor, sorry I had to leave early but I’ll make it up to you tonight. Have an amazing day. Te amo con todo mi corazon. Bishop. A small smile made its way to your face as you read the note. Deciding you needed to start your day, you slowly make your way out of bed and over to your closet. While deciding what to wear you see one of Bishop’s shirts on a chair. Without thinking twice you slide it on, your nose instantly filling with his sent. It makes you relax instantly. You finish getting ready before picking up your phone and calling your man. After two rings he answers “Hello querida.” Your cheeks turn pink, and you thank the lord that he can’t see your face. “Hey my rey, I was just calling to see if you needed anything?” Before he responds you hear a voice on the other end, “We want burgers” You and Bishop chuckle at the same time. “Alright, so I’ll bring you guys some burgers. I’ll be there soon. I love you.” Knowing he has to be careful with his words Bishop responds “You too” Smiling you put your phone in your back pocket, grab your wallet and keys, and head to your car. You head over to the burger place not far from the scrap yard. As you go to pull into the parking lot all of a sudden you hear tires screeching, and the next thing you know there’s a car slamming into yours and everything goes dark It had been too long since you had told Bishop you were coming and you still weren’t here. Before Bishop had the chance to call you his phone rang. He saw it was you and picked up instantly. “Hey Y/N you close mi amor?” “Hi, is this Bishop Losa?” Caught off guard by the question BIshop clears his throat before responding. “Yes, this is he, who is this?” Concern was evident in his voice so the rest of the crew turned to look at him. “This is Dr. Thomas El Centro Regional Medical Center. Y/N has been in an accident.” Bishop quickly rose to his feet as his heart started to race. “Is she okay? What the hell happened?” Now the entire MC was on alert because he had gotten louder. “She was in a car accident, her arm is broken and she will have a couple bruises but other than that she is going to be okay.” Bishop somewhat sighed hearing that you were going to be okay. “Alight, I’ll be there soon.” Quickly hanging up he grabbed his keys and headed to the door. “Yo, Bish you good” Angel asked while they followed him outside. “Y/N was in an accident and she is in the hospital I have to go.” They all looked at one another not sure as to why their president was as upset as he was but they all got on their bikes and followed him to the hospital. Y/N is laying in her bed watching some tv before her door slams open scaring her. Before she has a chance to react there is a body on hers. Realizing its Bishop, she relaxes instantly and starts to cry. It’s only when they pull apart that she sees that he is crying too. “Oh my vida, I’m so glad you’re okay” You smile at him before answering, “I’m just glad you’re here.” Bishop chuckles to himself and without saying anything he puts a hand on the back of Y/N’s neck and pulls her to him. After a minute the two of you hear “Pay up EZ” You both pull away and look at the doorway. You see a smirking Angel and a shocked EZ. “Sorry Prez, but it was so obvious by the way that you looked at one another. We’ve known for a while we just wanted you to be the ones to tell us.” Smiling the rest of the MC enter your room telling you that they’re glad you’re okay and that it’s about damn time you and Bishop got together. 

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en español by @lady-writes20

Bishop

somethin’ wrong here by @mikeys-thighs 🌧️🌧️🌧️

somethin’ wrong here pt.2 by @mikeys-thighs 🌧️❤️

accusations and apologies by @50shadesofrossi 🌧️🔥❤️

en el vino esta la verdad by @lady-writes20 ❤️❤️

angel reyes

angels reina by @fanficimagery ❤️❤️❤️❤️

better than him by @drabbles-mc

#mayans mc #creeper #creeper x reader #bishop x reader #angel reyes x reader

[squilf]

Yo, hi, I'm coming from a few of your Bishop / Reader fics on AO3, I love how you portray Bishop! He's always been my fav synthetic, even tho I love Michael Fassbender I wasn't a fan of recent movies, and I've always craved more Bishop interactions, and it just dawned at me today that I might find something on AO3. Thank you for your work! If you still are considering prompts, how about some AUs? Something more domestics, like a Coffee Shop AU? Reader is a new hire, Bishop helps, love happens ;D

Hey, thank you so much! It's always so nice to hear from other Bishop fans. When I started writing about him I had no idea there were so many of us!

This is a horrendously late reply, but I have finally filled your prompt over on AO3:

hot, sweet and creamy

#bishop x reader #lance bishop #aliens 1986 #alien series #reader insert #my fanfiction #those movies with the gay aliens

[imagineredwood]

Bishop with a 5’0” girlfriend that’s feisty and just as charming as he is would include? Thanks so much for this! I also just wanted to tell you that you’re such an amazing writer! And thank you so much for providing all of us with your amazing blog. 💜🙈💜

Thank you for the kind words and support 🥰 I appreciate you

He thinks you're the cutest thing in the world

He's somewhat of a short king himself, at least in comparison to the other Mayans

So it's nice to have a girl that's a good bit shorter than him

That still can be small and babied by him

But he also loves how well you can hold your own despite your size

You command respect, much like he does

And he absolutely loves that about you

You're quick and witty

Warm and loveable

But also fierce and not one to be taken advantage of

You work perfectly with him to balance him out

You can pamper him and help him feel like a man when he needs it

But you can also stand up to him and put him in his place just as quickly if needed

So he relies on you

Trusts you

Sees you as not only his girl but also his confidant

Bouncing things off of you when he isn't so sure he wants to tell anyone in the club just yet

He loves to cuddle you

He loves to have you in his lap

Loves when you cuddle him like a little backpack

He just loves each and everything about you

Because you're his

General taglist

@piccasoe @ateliefloresdaprimavera @gemini0410 @woahitslucyylu @my-rosegold-soul @that-chick212 @everyhowlmarksthedead @glimmerglittergirl  @fanaticfangurl21 @encounterthepast  @svintsandghosts @starrynite7114   @destynelseclipsa  @queenbeered @iamthegraham @emoengelfurleben  @otomefromtheheart @rosieposie0624 @papa-geralt-of-cirilla @beeroses @weirdosandhopelessromantics @kola95 @black-repunzel99 @xonickibaby @cruzwalters @myakai13 @mrsstevenbuchananstark @lyly00 @kaystacks17 @cole-winchester  @alexxavicry  @savagemickey03  @fanfic-n-tabulous   @choochoo284 @xbloodyxangelx @carma-fanficaddict @gillysoldlady

Mayans MC taglist

@dazzledamazon​  @abunnykisses​ @briana-mishell24​  @wrcn9fvlcver​  @thesandbeneathmytoes​ @krysiewithak​  @appropriate-writers-name​  @blessedboo​  @megapeacelovemusic-blog​ @emoengelfurleben​ @blowmymbackout​ @abby-splace​ @kola95​ @black-repunzel99​ @redpoodlern​  @myakai13​

@cruzwalters​  @danimals1096 @po3ticb3auty​ @lyly00​ @im-just-a-mississippi-girl​  @angel-121​ @fanfic-n-tabulous​ @90sisthenew80s​ @lovelytricia @librarian1002

Bishop taglist

@maciiiofficial  @x-goddess-of-nature-x @redpoodlern @cruzwalters @myakai13

#mayans mc #bishop x reader #bishop losa #wouldinclude #headcannons #bishop losa x reader #mayans fx #short reader #short!reader

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Heartache.

For: @storiesofsvu Birthday Bingo.

Square: Watch your f**king mouth.

Pairing: Bishop Losa x reader

WC: 442

Warnings: Spoiler of season 4, maybe don’t read it if you haven't see it yet. Very much angst. Some swears. Not a happy ending.

Enjoy x

Your heart broke into two when you opened the door and seen what Bishop was doing to the new girl on the pool table. He was only in your bed the night before after you took him home after he had drunk himself stupid, kissing you on the forehead the next morning before he left. You knew he was in an extremely bad place after everything had happen and how Ez showed his authority, but Bishop was normally a level headed loyal person, but now he was drinking himself stupid and who knew what the new girl was getting him into.

You walked into the club house early the next morning to get a head start on the cleaning of the bar incase the Yuma’s came for whatever reason. You weren’t surprised when you walked in and Bishop was passed out on the couch, with his pants still unbuckled and unzipped. You walked over to the radio and switched it on turning the volume up, the music blasting through the club house. Bishop almost jumped out of his skin, moving to sit up and crawled his head in his hands,

“You fucking right?”

“I’m sorry what?” you raised an eye brow at him from behind the bar.

Bishop jumped up, adjusting his pants to do them up while he walked behind the bar and pulled the plug of the stereo out of the power point, the club house falling silent,

“Don’t you raise your eye brow at me, Y/N” he raised his voice at you slightly.

“Shame you didn’t act like this last night, before Ez smacked you one”  

“Watch your fucking mouth”

“Or what? You’ll bend be over the pool table?”

You felt your eyes sting with tears as the words came out of your mouth, turning your head quickly away from him. You started to wipe down the counter again when you felt his warm hand land on yours. You paused and looked over at him, his eyes sad and his face soft for the first time in weeks,

“Y/N, let me-“

“No, Bishop” you pulled your hand away from him “There is nothing you can say or do, this is my last day here, Marcus knows already. I can’t-”

You grabbed your bag and all but ran around the bar to run out the door. He never ran after you and you weren’t sure you would ever hear from him again and maybe that was a good thing, but you couldn’t and you wouldn’t stay there after falling for someone that would so easily jump into bed with someone else when you knew he wasn’t that person.

 Tags: @beccabarba @alwaysachorusgirl @jemmakates​ @gillysoldlady​

#katsbdaybingo2022 #bishop x reader #bishop losa x you #bishop losa x female reader #bishop losa x reader #Mayans MC #mayans x reader

[kirlias452]

Omg more Y/N x Bishop fan art cause I’m off the shits /j.

Edit: forgot to tag @monst1

#cuphead #cuphead dont deal with the devil #cuphead x reader #bishop x y/n #cuphead x y/n #y/n #cuphead boss x reader #cuphead boss #self insert #cuphead self insert #bishop x reader #cuphead dlc #delicious last course #cuphead delicious last course #cuphead bishop #cuphead kings leap

[my-intrusive-stories]

Undine! Padrius Encilion (Bishop) x Reader: The Spark in His Eyes

Word Count ~ 745 Warnings: None Notes: Alrighty, I'm tryna get back on schedule, but I'm behind by one fic, so bear with me please. Anyway, tried a new writing format for this one. Might use it again later idk.

Undine! Padrius, who first sees you dipping your feet into his lake. How dare a human defile his lake? He honestly considers drowning you until you smile and wave at him.

Undine! Padrius becomes curious about the odd human who doesn’t fear Supernaturals. For his own amusement, he approaches you. Quickly, the undine discovers that you’re far too smiley for his tastes. It’s as if you were crafted from pure sunshine.

Undine! Padrius, who tells you to leave his lake. Humans only bring trouble. Much to his annoyance, you’re back the next day. You grin and say he was good company the day prior. Padrius seriously reconsiders drowning you.

Undine! Padrius slowly gets used to your daily visits. His biting remarks soften as he shifts to teasing you instead. In retaliation, you start calling him Pade. You could have sworn you saw pink on his ears the first time you did so, but the splash of water that quickly followed distracted you.

Undine! Padrius later divulges that undines have no soul. It’s why his eyes are pitch black. Despite being Supernaturals, the eyes of an undine do not glow when they feel extreme emotion. Upon learning this information, you smile and state that his lack of a soul doesn’t change a thing.

Undine! Padrius, who falls for you first. He never expected to fall in love with a human. They feared his fellow Supernaturals and hunted them. You were different, though. There was no disgust in your eyes when you saw the scales that littered his body. In fact, you were in awe of his beauty.

Undine! Padrius, who becomes worried when you don’t show up one day. For more than a year, you’d shown up without fail. Multiple times, you’d visited during thunderstorms and other torrential weather. What could have happened to you?

Undine! Padrius had prepared the lecture of a lifetime for when you returned, but the words died on his lips when he saw the ring on your finger. You barely finished saying you’d gotten engaged when the dark-haired man disappeared into the water. Swirling emotions raged through the undine as he tried to process this new information.

Undine! Padrius, who begins to ignore you when you visit. It’s frustrating knowing that Pade is avoiding you, but you persist in your attempts to speak to him. None of them work, though, depriving you of the person you adored more than anything.

Undine! Padrius tries to block out the sound of your voice, but water carries sound efficiently. He hoped that if you left him alone, the pain in his chest would subside. When your trips do start to dwindle, the pain gets worse. He’s made a grave mistake.

Undine! Padrius, who frustrates you so much that the day before your wedding (to some person you don’t even love), you jump into his lake and swim toward the bottom. Water pressure squeezes your body and restricts your lungs, but you keep swimming downward. Your vision begins to tunnel, and your heart rate dips dangerously. If you don’t get to the surface soon, you’ll die.

Undine! Padrius is aware of every movement in his lake, so he knows of the predicament you’re in. Using his powers, he creates a pocket of air and raises you toward the surface. As you’re spat back onto shore by the water, Padrius takes this opportunity to scold you for being reckless. Unable to contain your frustration, you retaliate by raising your voice and chastising him.

Undine! Padrius isn’t shocked by your anger. He deserves it. What stuns him is that you reveal your engagement was arranged. All of his petty childishness had been misplaced. If he had listened to your explanation earlier, you’d have never been driven to these extremes. It’s a struggle, but Pade swallows his pride and apologizes. He’d rather have you in his life than his ego.

Undine! Padrius, who you smile at and confess your love to despite everything. Every negative emotion he felt in the past few weeks washes away instantly.

Undine! Padrius, who pulls you under the water and kisses you until you’re breathless. As he does this, he removes the ring from your previous engagement and replaces it with another. You accepted the golden band happily.

Undine! Padrius, whose eyes are glowing for the first time in his life. You’re so mesmerized that you fail to realize that you’re breathing underwater. All that mattered was the captivating spark in his eyes.   

Thanks for reading!

- Mis

#bishop #bishop x reader #padrius encilion #padrius encilion x reader #hero killer webtoon #hero killer fluff #hero killer #gn reader #hero killer x reader #spooktober #undine padrius encilion #hero killer oneshots #hero killer headcanons