#best week of the year bishes

[justice4billiam]

Math Class

So there was this one moment in time in high school where I actually liked a guy (I know, weird concept, just go with it) who sat in front of me in my math class.

Something you should know about me, I fucking suck at math.

Another thing you should know about me, I was kind of a dick in high school.

Okay, I’m still kind of a dick, but a nice one.

However in high school, I was extra dick-ish (I’m sure it had to do with all raging teenage hormones and a shit childhood)

Anyway.

I fucking sucked at math.

And what happens when you suck at math?

Your teacher assigns you a tutor to help “guide you to the path of success” or whatever she said.

Cool.

No big deal, right?

Wrong.

She assigned me to the nearest person to me.

The fucking guy I had a crush on.

Who thought I was the fucking worst.

Now you’re probably thinking nooo, he couldn’t possibly think that way about you. I’m sure it was all in your head

Well, you’re wrong. The guy hated me.

BUT for good reason.

He just so happened to be the brother of the girl I beat up half a week earlier in gym class.

NOW.

I didn't beat her up just because…no. She was an absolute terror to this disabled girl in said gym class.

She would verbally bully her to the point of tears.

But that one particular day she physically shoved her to the ground while we were all running the mile.

Remember how I said I was a dick?

Well, I used my powers for good. (mostly)

I watched that shit happen.

Then came strolling up to her while she was shooting the shit with her friends and shoved that bish so hard.

Her stupid unblended orange face (this was the early 2010s guys, no one wore the right makeup shade or blended their foundation into their damn necks) bounced off the concrete floor.

Let me just tell you…it was satisfying as hell.

It started a full on fight of which resulted in her getting her ass handed to her.

So you see, her brother hated me

And I didn't blame him

A sister is a sister.

You stand by your siblings, I get it.

BUT.

I had a big fat crush on him and now he was to tutor me.

Let me tell you, he was NOT happy about it.

I distinctly remember the look on his face the second the teacher called his name out to work with me.

It was the kind of face you make when you smell roadkill wafting through your car vents because you have outside air circulating while you're going 65mph(that's 96.56kmph) on a back road.

The look fueled the need to make him like me.

Those who know me now, know I'm a cheeky, flirty little shit.

So not to toot my own horn but it's hard NOT to like me.

(Is that my god-complex talking? Probably)

I can get along with just about anyone.

Not so surprisingly after about 30 minutes of flirting my way into his heart, I had him FLUSTERED.

I'm talking man giggling.

Blushed cheeks.

Couldn't even make eye contact with me.

FLUSTERED.

Don't like who?

Not me.

I'm sure you're probably wondering where I'm going with this.

Well, after class ended he invited me over to his house after school.

A normal person probably wouldn't go to the house of the girl you beat up and meet her parents while on her brother's arm.

I did.

I went.

I wish I had taken a picture of her face when I walked into her house. (she had stayed home the rest of that week because I beat her ass)

Honestly, it was a core memory.

The best part was her parents didn't know it was me who did it.

It was such an eventful week for me.

Monday: bully the bully

Tuesday: ice my hand from bullying the bully

Wednesday: suck at math

Thursday: rizz the bully's brother and come home with him to have dinner with bully and her family.

Friday: DATE THE BULLYS BROTHER.

Yep. You heard me.

That dinner went so well that the guy asked me out.

And I said yes.

I then proceeded to date him the whole year and become best friends with her mom.

Oh yeah, and I still failed math.

I'm gonna make this a series 🤭

@voyeurmunson im sure you'd get a giggle out of this. 😅🤭

#welcome to my blog #T journal series #i'm a mess #i like it that way #there's more where that came from #hi #im unhinged #high school #trending #this is my life

[scarefox]

me, with a little flue and migraine: best timing to give my rabbit a full body bath with the new rabbit soap I bought yesterday + blow-drying him forever because rabbit fur is a bish with it's underlayer 🤡

We did it. Had to throw in my last painkiller midway tho.

And now these two fur clowns finishing the rest. Drying the last bit of water out of the fur by licking him all over... don't question rabbit logic

(it's only the outer layer fur that's still damp no worry + it's warm in the room)

But I am glad Maya started to clean him again now that her own illness got better, she's more social and cuddly again.

*don't bath / wash rabbits if not needed it sucks for everyone cause it's a struggle (but looks cute not gonna lie). He can't clean himself anymore and the warm water helps to relax his muscles

-

idk I think at one point during the first weeks of him having spondylosis to this point he can't walk properly anymore, he stopped caring and takes whatever comes? Maybe it's rabbit instinct to just "give up resisting" at a certain point of illness, because in the wild he would have gotten eaten by now or starved (he is not in that mindset anymore now I guess, he got used to it all). He lets me hold him however as long as it doesn't hurt his back or lets me do anything now. So bathing him is not even that horror event for him as it would have been like 1 year ago. But he understands by now that I help him with the things I do. The blow-dryer is still scary / uncomfy for him. I generally let buns sit freely on a towel on the ground when i blowdry them. OR I hold them up my chest which is easier and more comfy for but means I get wet. And depends on the bun if they see you as some sort of save place (these buns will climb you at the vet too)

not pics from today but that's how we do every time

+ Bonus, him trying to do it himself (with my support cause he can't sit up alone) he hates being wet but he also hates being dirty and stinky so we have to keep up some hygiene :')

the wet fur and shaky legs make him look more miserable than what he actually is 😅

#my bunnies #rabbit with spondylosis #rabbits #bunnies

[chickensarentcheap]

Esme stuff :) Tyler centric :)

@tragiclyhip​, @youflickedtooharddamnit​, @secretaryunpaid​

Someone had a rough night. LMAO.

Both Millie and TJ had (very noisy) sleepovers with friends and I went out with my sister and came home so drunk that he had to carry me upstairs to bed and then I proceeded to pass out in the middle of feeling extremely amorous.   And although I apparently gave him ‘blue balls’, he still undressed me and put me in pyjamas and then fetched the puke bucket several times during the night.

Needless to say,  he’s feeling it this morning.  

Missing your bachelor days right about now, aren’t you Tae LOL

Tyler swears that Nugget is starting to look more like me, but does he not look like his dad here? Even the expression?  

LOL

That’s a Tyler look for sure 

When you're married to the hottest guy on earth.  He just gets better and better with age. While I look more and more like a busted can of biscuits.   Yet he doesn’t seem to care that I’m a mess (and not a hot one either, and he still sticks around and seems to be horny ALL THE TIME). So suck on that, thirsty bishes,  He’s all mine. 

The new ‘thing’ at our house is Tanner going into the gym to hang out with his dad while he works out.  So Tae will forgo listening to music in favour of Tanner reading to him from his favourite book of the moment.  Today however, Tanner brought in a joke book he’d found at the school book fair and apparently,  that shit is hilarious lol

And look at that adorable, clean shaven face.  I prefer the beard (as do the kids) but there’s doing he’s cute AF.

We just got her buckled in and the husband starts the truck, then sniffs the air and quickly turns the ignition off.

“Esme....check on your baby.” 

LOL

I thought she was YOUR baby,  husband. Your peanut.

Now she’s just mine?

Feels like so long ago! But baby Tanner.  In the NICU. And wearing daddy’s wedding ring.   It was a long road and we came so close to losing him so many times, but now he’s ten years old and the healthiest person in the house!  Now he loves to tell anyone who will listen that his twin brother ‘tried to kill me when we were in mum’s tummy’

Our first winter trip to the lake house.  Senior and Junior taking in the view.  My humongous  -and always and forever- love and one of my little loves :)

Back in Colorado. At the very end of the longest and most painful six months of my life.   We reconciled (under certain ‘rules’ that had to be followed) and he was finally home to stay after an eight week stint in rehab.   Clean and sober and healthier than ever.  And both of us ready to start from scratch :)

What’s more beautiful? The sunset? or the man?

I’m going with the man.

It’s hard to lay claim to him when he’s dressed like that.

*sigh* Yeah...he’s mine.

lol

Nice thighs tho, babe.   I just want to bite them.  

My husband is no ‘multiple trip bitch’ as he calls it.   He’s like this when carrying the groceries in the house too, btw. 

And holy arms, batman.  holy...everything.

#yum

That’s his “I’m going to rail the shit out of you later” look ;)

Sadly, we’re both going to have to wait. We have company. I guess he approves of the new sundress I’m wearing?  Is that what did? Or because I told him that underneath: no bra, no underwear? 

I don’t know where the foul language comes from, but she’s yelling “Where’s my f*cking bubby! (sippy cup)” as she wanders through the house.

Cheap labour. All he asks for is snuggles, apple juice, and goldfish crackers. 

Just a lazy night in the Rake house :)

A new baby means new ink :)

We’re in Finland! Just us.  And he’s ignoring me because apparently I’m too many pictures him when I’m supposed taking pictures of all the sights.

Baby, you’re the best sight of them all.

#Iwuvyou #bunches

#Tyler and Esme series #Esme Rake #Rake kids

[sprocketsmusings]

Ramblings

Work is starting to ramp up a bit more (it never really ramped down, but while there's the never-ending work load the amount of points of stress are ramping up).

Mainly because my standardization inspections will be starting soon (NEXT WEEK) so I'm in cram mode. And as I told the one who will be judging me, my nerves are not from him - he's great and even when he does correct me he does it in a way that's more of a learning experience. Never any attitude with it. My nerves are 100% my own bag of weh.

People might think these inspections are clear-cut. Sometimes they are and are fairly easy. Other times, there could be three different regulations that could be cited for a particular violation and I have to choose which one best fits the scenario that's happening. Because some build on each other.

I knew this job was going to challenge me in all the ways that I really need to be challenged. And I've grown a ton from a year ago in how I conduct my inspections and handle the people. I just also know I will be continuously learning in this job because those who have been here for over 10 years still come across scenarios they're unsure about.

But that will also keep me interested because I do enjoy always learning. I enjoy being this helpful hub to translate government lawyer speak to people who don't have the time or energy to hunch over the many pages of regulations. I like pointing out things people may have missed in order to keep something bad from happening - and doing it in a way that puts the person at ease.

So far, I've only gotten a couple of cases where a kitchen or hotel owner would try to usher me a certain way. I'm happy I was able to recognize those cases and basically turn on 'inspector voice' to tell them what was actually going to happen. Little ego boost wooooo~

For now, I'm tired under a case load that is really probably meant for two people. I always have the worry I'm not doing things correctly or I'm missing something. I really hope I can pass my 6 inspections with my standardization officer (and even if I do fail I don't get fired, they just put me back in class/re-teach me stuff).

The one time I did go out with my standardization officer to do a mock run of one of those inspections he said I was ready and he wasn't worried about me passing. He did give me a more difficult place than that I was used to, so to hear him say that did bring a lot of relief.

but I'm an anxious bish sooooooo that's just how it's going to be until I can get these inspections with him finished. XD

#personal #rambling #blog

[themathomhouse]

last week, I went to see one of my best friends perform in a pole dance showcase. I had an incredible time, made all the better because my boyfriend came along. he threw himself into the theme, stayed over on their (super uncomfortable) sofa bed with me, and he told me he loved me and we talked about trips we might take together. nobody has really made that kind of effort for me before, and I know it's pretty bare minimum, but I just adore him. my friends love him, they told me how well we fit together and how wonderful it was to see me happy. I was going to spend Christmas with his poly family, who made me feel like I belonged. his wife and I were going to bake mini cookies and make an attempt at some other desserts, we were all going to play games, and Christmas was going to mean something to me again. it was going to mean love.

yesterday, he told me he didn't love me anymore and he wanted to break up.

I've never had the rug pulled out from under me like this. I feel sick, I can't eat, and everything feels like a nightmare from which I can't wake. for a brief moment when I woke up this morning I forgot, and it wasn't until I reached for my phone to text him good morning that it fell on me again and I felt like I might drown in it.

I thought I'd been in love before, but with him everything was so bright and beautiful and intense and just more. we'd been seeing each other two months when we told each other we'd fallen in love, and it was maybe two weeks after that when I realised this was it. this was what I wanted, every day, for the rest of my life. I still feel that way. he's been gone for one day and there's an empty ache where my heart used to be.

anyway I just want to make a formal apology to Bella in New Moon, bish I'm sorry that 17-year-old me was so harsh. you mope away girl this shit is the pits

#twilight #bella x edward #yeah I'm slipping into diary mode for my shitposts #oh Bella only you understand me rn #unfortunately I am long past being 17 so I'm gonna have to accelerate that mope window #but I'm gonna listen to the soundtrack for catharsis

[e1igius]

kicks down door — your resident psychopath is here! i know ive been MIA this week but i am here to tell you that i think youre absolutely wonderful and an amazing writer. i am your biggest fan and you know this but imma tell you again anyway. everything you write is so fucking good. all your characters are so human and real that even the worst ones are hard not to sympathize with. and thats because you have such a talent writing their inner monologues, mapping out their thoughts and actions while never sacrificing who they are at their core. huck and anita are my doomed OTP and while i know they cant be endgame, you best believe that he is the most important person in her life because of YOU and your ability to write beautiful 3 dimensional OCs that feel canon. i will follow you to the ends of the earth and love you forever! so bish youre stuck with me, sorry not sorry.

AH I LOVE YOU ❤︎ first of all why you out here stealing my title. YOU are the amazing writer but honestly being online-buddies with you for all these years has been such a blessing. i love you so much sochie xoxoxo. all of this sentiment sent straight back at ya. this literally made my whole ass week. tqm.

#:// files_unclassified / out_of_character / saved_posts #:// files_unclassified / out_of_character / asks

[arcdreamer]

Time of the year when it feeos like all black will do well. Ehh... All in all - either making something absolutely epic, or nearing the wish to shoot someone in the knee. Hopefully it'll be the first, not the latter. But oh how some close people try they shit on me. Either way.... Yeh, no real great drive to work on old manuscripts, the new ideas are real itchy in the head, the need for newness yet adventure, though chill and safety is needed. Real glad to have met my cousins over the last week as well. Flippin' more than 10 years later, meeting up... F me we all grew up. Though the best part os that all of us are in art : writing, film and music. Feels like this family is gonna brew some cool shit up together, eventually, though in near future would be more fun. Also have the odd sense of timing and the whole lot of "safety" is now a floaty concept after moving and moving again. So, brain needs chill, brain gets no chill, therefore increased amount of meds. Hence asking "why so much" is frankly unnecessary, coz that's the pills for my headaches, my shoddy nerve system and the vitamins. Coz we all know that homicide is punishable by law. Also... This bish is soon to be 30. Bloody hell... Still no manual for adulting, no EXP stats, no MP and HP stats, no quest highlights... Ehh... . #allblackoutfit #emovibes #ootd #soontobe30 #artfamily #lifeupdate #arcdreamer https://www.instagram.com/p/CkZJGZTqDWz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#allblackoutfit #emovibes #ootd #soontobe30 #artfamily #lifeupdate #arcdreamer

[its-inevitable-lupe]

I was actually extremely surprise that my sister reacts to this girls stuff… I was like wtf are you talking about. She never has ever ever told me absolutely anything. And it was after I asked her to get the crush number. Which I will obviously not act on her but I would love to talk more even tho I see her many times a week lol but I’m so HDIDNDKDD stupid.. and the girl I like I am so stupid act but they are just so damn cute and heart stops. And cutest smiles but I see tomorrow and Friday again so whew. But they would make the best friends.. because if I’m being honest I wouldn’t want to date, make moves and hurt and nothing. but anyways.. the crush which my sister knows and from the past workers and her cousin which passed away which my sister knew and close to the family anyways.. but the thing was my sister mentions my ex and I’m like huh. I told her Do not bring her up lmao… and she’s like oh she’s really pretty and I’m like uhmm. She told me she looks great and ok. She keeps rubbing it in. Let me BREATHE BISH. And I told her do not tell me anything because I haven’t checked on her almost all year and I just don’t want to know.. and she says things lol. She hearts her story shits idk what happens there. She said she looks different and thinner which idk. Girl I swear. But songs idk what shit. Like I can’t even talk or scheme my way into new people and my sister just inserts her. She just yghhhhdhdjdjddkdndkddf… she said she’s a nice girl…. A nice girl and what happen lmao. I said noooo like she isn’t but I was like yeah she’s a very nice girl.. the best tbh. It took me sooooo long to really not blame them and actually say yeah.. and just on me but not in a hurtful way to me but a good learning experience. But it will always be funny how my reactions are because time NEVER CHANGES IT LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. But it’s a funny positive thing. Nothing negative. Nothing bad. I was anxious actually when she told me and I asked a bit but was like don’t . I’m not tempted to stalk her and let her live.. and only time will tell but it was just funny.. my sister would be the first to snitch on me or drag me in a funny way or anything. That girl can’t be trusted 😂…. She could of have conversations with her and I would never know. But I tell her to never . Anyways that’s a funny moment. She’s just too much.. and she’s like bad thing I don’t like girls. Like women are too much to handle. But I like. LOL I EVEN TOLD HER I WANTED TO MOVE TO SPAIN BEFORE I MET HER AND NOW I DONT WNAT TO BECAUSE I DONT WANT TO SEE HER KDBDKDDDKDNDKDNDJDD AMD SHES LIKE THERE ARE MANY CITIES IN SPAIN LMAOOOO TRUE BUT BARCE WAS ONE OF THEM LOL

#my thoughts #2022

[thedreamgirlumeton1111]

My other confession

I do have this unsolved between someone that I thought was my friend. He gave me the most 13 years old message. He ended our friendship through a message and a lame one, may I say... for me it felt like every little word was stumbling to get its message to its reader mind. (And the best feedback my friends gave me was "wtf dude? Is this a joke? Did he send this message without knowing you are the most sensible person in the world bc wtf")

Two weeks have passed since I got that message and I still don't know if I even hit the rock-bottom. My days are bad. My thoughts worse. And my life feels like the worst.

Probably my mistake you strangers out there, was to consider the people for their potential and not really for what they are by themselves. I thought my best-friend wouldn't left me (bc he promised so - and I was like "dude so cool, i believe you 100%, just stab in the back when you are ready and I will say I love you") Is it his fault? Yes. Is it my fault? Very much of a yes. I thought my best-friend was the sun in the sky and the only one who really did know how to make me stand-up after every breakdown I had. Sometimes I feel sorry for him too, because my empathy is such a bish. Then I get over it, and I remember there is no one to care for myself, no other person but me. So after 6 months of thinking self-love is stupid, I am resented to think it's the only thing it will really make me better again... if only I ever were good

[kimjunnoodle]

self care is *looks at smudged writing on hand* eating bread and pesto

#personal noodles #like its been 3 days #this isnt a meal amber and you haven't had enough water u thirsty bitch #gejhfjowkm #self drag bc im in charge of sad Gemini amber and shes doing her best to ruin me #inother news the not sad bish is doing ??? actually pretty well #im seeing my 2 (fingers crossed for ghost) bands at the end of the year #and thats fun #its fun to be on here again it gives me a nice distraction #i havent had as many s thoughts in the last 2 weeks #which is amazing #but ye #im going to try to see mara and !!!!! canada trip???!!! #im giving myself lots of things to olook forward to to keep me tied to idk the world i guess #is it working? who knows #find out next week on Total. Drama. Island.

[rebelwrites]

Too Bloody Cold

Bishop Losa x Reader

“Are you bringing that gorgeous man of yours?” Your grandmother smirked

“Grandma” you shrieked as you laid back on your bed, propping your phone up on your bedside table as your arms were aching.

“What he is gorgeous, if only I was younger I’d be fighting you for him” she winked.

You were just about to say something when Bishop walked into the bedroom flashing a tired smile at you. Holding your hand up to your phone telling your grandma you will be back in a moment.

“What are you doing awake still mi amor?” He asked.

“Video call” you smiled lovingly at him.

“Is that my obispo” your grandma shouted making you both laugh.

“Hi Sylvie” Bishop said, leaning into the shot of the call.

“You best be looking after my little girl or there will be trouble” she smirked.

“Always do” Bishop smirked, kissing your head.

“Night grandma we will see you tomorrow” you smiled blowing her a kiss before ending the call.

Leaning back you watched your boyfriend get undressed for bed.

“How was your day?” You asked as he snuggled down in bed pulling you into his arms.

“Better now I’m home” he whispered kissing your head “and even better now I have a week off with my girl”

“You sure you are going to be able to cope with my grandma for a week, she can be a bit full on?” You asked running your finger tips over his chest.

“I put up with you don’t I?” He chuckled making you lightly slap his chest.

-

Walking into the clubhouse with the thick winter coat for Bishop hanging over your arm you smiled at Ez.

“Sup trouble” he nodded, placing a bottle of water on the bar for you.

“Bish in templo?” You asked sitting on the stool.

“Yeah they shouldn’t be too much longer” Ez smiled “you looking forward to heading to Utah?”

“I’m buzzing, it’s my favourite time of the year, when all of my family gets together as my grandparents lodge” you grinned as you heard the sliding door open and everyone filing out.

“You ready to go?” You asked Bishop.

“Yeah everything is sorted” Bishop nodded.

“Just try this on for me, need to know if it fits before we get on the road” you smiled tossing him the coat.

You couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled it around him, the padded coat and the fur hood, it really wasn’t his style but he looked cute.

“Perfect my little escimo” you winked.

“You know I hate the cold right?” he smirked, raising a brow at you.

“Yuup and don’t care” you winked “now let’s go we have a 11 hour drive ahead of us”

-

The drive was uneventful, it was your classic road tip, lots of snacks consumed, singing at the top of your lungs.

“You do know as soon as my grandma sees you she is gonna steal you and I’m not going to see you all week” you pouted as Bishop parked the SUV in front of the lodge.

“That isn’t going to happen Princesa” he smirked reaching over to the back seat of the car to grab your coats.

“It will trust me” you nodded as he kissed your cheek.

Climbing out of the car you pulled your coat around you before grabbing one of the suitcases out of the boot.

“Fuck it’s too bloody cold” Bishop moaned as he grabbed the other case.

“Awww is the big bad biker cold” you giggled tapping his nose.

“Babe it’s like below freezing” he pouted.

“Man up baby” you winked before walking off to greet your family.

As you walked up the steps you dropped your suitcase on the floor holding your arms out by your side.

“Fear not the life of this party is here” you shouted as you got jumped by your little sister and your cousins.

“There he is” Ma shouted completely ignoring you and making a b line for Bish.

“Oh I see how it is?” You scoffed “your oldest granddaughter turns up and my man gets all the love, cheers ma love you too”

“Amor stop being so dramatic” Your pops laughed ruffling your hair. “She’s causing no harm”

Leaning against the railing you looked at Bishop smirking as your grandma pretty much squeezed the life out of him with a single hug.

“What did I say?” You mouthed at him causing him to stick his middle finger up at you.

-

“Thank you for coming this week” you grinned wrapping your arms around Bishop’s waist from behind as he leant on the railing having a smoke. “I know you don’t like the cold so I appreciate it”

“Hey like I was going to turn down a week with mi reina, especially with the amount of runs we have been doing recently” he smiled spinning around to face you “and plus I like your family, they just see me as obispo rather than a biker”

You both stood there for a while just enjoying the comfort when a smile graced your face, reaching around you grabbed a handful of snow.

“What you got there mi amor” he smirked

“Nothing” you grinned before smushing the snow in his face, laughing at how it stuck in his beard.

“Oh you are so dead now babygirl” he glared brushing the snow away and you ran away from him “oh you better run baby”

“SNOWBALL FIGHT” Nat screamed running outside.

Within a few minutes Bishop had caught up with you, scooping you up in his arms with ease and walked over to the mound of snow.

“You fucking dare” you said staring at your boyfriend.

“Or what Princesa?” He smirked “I’m the one in control here”

“I will cut you off” you said full of confidence “for the whole trip you will get nothing, not even a morning shower together”

“You wouldn’t dare?” He gasped.

“Drop me and find out” you winked.

You didn’t expect him to let go of you, dropping you into the pile of snow and a smirk plastered on his face.

“That’s it” you huffed “you obispo are cut off until we get home, now help me up”

“I know you are bluffing” he winked taking your hand pulling you out the snow “we both know you can’t resist my charm or my body”

“Just watch me” you giggled.

Everyone was now chilling in front of the fire in the living room, there was a movie playing on the tv and the smell of popcorn and hot chocolate in the air.

Snuggling into bishop’s side, wearing one of his Mayans hoodies and your joggers, you rested your head on his stomach as he ran his hands through your hair.

“Thanks Abuela” Bishop said softly as he took yours and his drinks off her.

Rolling into you back so your head was in his lap you laughed.

“Oh so we have gone from Sylvie to Abuela have we” you winked

“Oh shush” he laughed throwing some popcorn at your head “you know my heart belongs to you and you only Querida”

“Someone pass me a bucket” you grandma fake gagged as she sat down making everyone burst into laughter.

#bishop losa #bishop losa x reader #bishop losa imagine #Mayans #Mayans x reader #mayans imagine

[shroudead]

Hello! I have a headcanon request but before that, BEST OF LUCK IN PULLING IDIA!!! (I'm assuming you're pulling for him? Either way, all simps need luck when it comes to their favorite boy.)

This might be a bit of a dumb request, but in my defense, I'm a bit dumb for Floyd. Feel free to ignore this if ya want! 💕

I was wondering if you could write headcanons of yandere Floyd with infatuated S/O? Like... Yeah, the eel boy is a tadddd unhinged but he's so cute and sweet! Maybe he beats the hell outta people in debt (and God knows what else depending on how you write him) but you don't have all the facts! (Ace: Which are?!?! S/O: I love him!)

Straight up the meme.

ADeuce: Keep your boyfriend in check!

S/O, reaching up to pet Floyd's head: He don't bite.

Floyd: *baring his teeth*

ADeuce: BISH, HE DOOOO.

Sorry, my whole brain was in meme mode thinking about Floyd. Ahem. Either way, have a great day!

again, thank you so so so much for the gacha luck!! i really hope you like this even though yan floyd is a bit more... vicious??? in the way i write him. i don't think that's the right word but hopefully you get what i mean after reading, lol

cw: yandere themes and characters, unhealthy relationships, violence, physical abuse. please read at your own discretion!

Floyd Leech

"Ehe, looks like Shrimpy is head over heels for me, aren't you~? Don't worry, I feel the same way... you're mine, and mine only, Shrimpy."

Floyd is a ticking time bomb. Everyone at Night Raven College knows how the Leech Twins are and the Twins don't even try to hide it. Especially Floyd. That's why when Ace and Deuce catch you hanging off his arm, they think you've finally lost it. Especially when you dismiss all their concerns with a wave of your hand: "Oh, Floyd wouldn't hurt anyone who didn't deserve it," "I'm so lucky to have someone so cute as him as my boyfriend," "He'd never hurt me, he loves me too much!" No matter how bad it gets, they still try to get through to you in some hope that you're not completely off your rocker yet.

To give you credit, the relationship was normal. Floyd would only 'squeeze' students who harassed or flirted with you and that was it. Slowly, squeezing turned into beating and harassers turned into innocents. After Floyd left a student who, "looked at you wrong," in the infirmary for a week, nobody besides Octavinelle, the prefects, and the first years would associate with you anymore. You still hold hands with Floyd—even if his are bloodied—with a look of pure bliss. He said that the person was planning to do something bad to you and Floyd wouldn't lie to you, would he?

After the honeymoon phase is over, Floyd toys with you a lot more; you're just not as unpredictable anymore, Shrimpy! He pokes and prods, hoping to get a rise out of you. When that, too, becomes predictable, he bruises and scratches. It keeps escalating from there, though Floyd always makes sure to stop before your injuries are too severe or become permanent. He'll always pick up from where he left off, pushing you until you break, or he gets bored of you—and you always endure it with a smile with tears streaming down your face. Nobody can do anything to help you—going up against Floyd is going up against Jade and Azul, too; and you're practically in denial about how everything turned out. All they can do is give emotional support and medical help, until somebody else steps in.

"Shrimpy, you're just no fun anymore! I thought you wouldn't get boring, but... hmph—Let's keep playing together: you can't be boring, not yet. You're still my Shrimpy after all~."

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #twst #yandere twst #floyd leech #shroudead writing

[goodieghosty]

Me: Goddammit brain please you already have so many sanders sides aus you do not need to make another one just because of one audio-

Also me: owo modern gods au, all of the sides are gods

But uh ye

Please stop me but also don't because uh, 👀 I'm already imagining all the drama they all would have gone through and I love it.

Roman and Remus are both gods of the arts and are able to create anything so long as they can imagine it. Their creative differences are what split them apart until recent years, they're still in competition with each other, of course. Remus is absolutely responsible for every nightmare inducing creature on the planet

Patton is a fertility god, and is known as a protector of children. It's not easy to get on his bad side, unless, of course, that person is an abuser. Then he will make it his personal duty to make sure their crops suffer. But not many have crops nowadays, so their bad fortune will manifest in other ways. Impotence, for example. A demotion. Success will never come that person's way. He's very morals based, and back in the day if a farmer had bad crops if was often seen as them not being in Patton's favor. Basically if you had "good morals" you'd thrive, if you didn't, you'd suffer. He's a little lost now, as he's coming to terms with the fact that not everything is black and white.

Logan is a god of wisdom and innovation. Scholars would turn to him for insight and he would provide them through visions. He's always searching for bright minds to help further humanity, but often times they do not heed him, and that infuriates him to no end.

Janus is a god of deception and war. Do I really need to explain? Well I will anyways. He really, really liked playing both sides. Didn't matter which one paid him more tribute, he would only help whichever one would benefit himself in the long run. Many have tried to have his head for the betrayal, especially other gods, whose favorite cities were decimated by his actions. It's given him many a scar. Roman is the one who gave him the half snake appearance, after a particularly nasty war destroyed the city that revered him the most

Virgil is a god of darkness and nightmares. He thinks humanity never should have discovered fire, because they were better off being fearful of everything. He exists everywhere there is darkness. His proudest creation was the night sky. Nothing but pitch blackness as far as the eye could see-and then Roman created the stars as a gift for Logan and Yes he is still bitter about it.

I'm just saying as immortal beings they've all gotten around. Remus is the worst about it tho, he's like if Zeus and Loki became one being like-Remus is responsible for so many demigods and creatures. Bish literally once turned up with just a mass of tentacles all swaddled up and went "hey Roman come meet your nephew Cthulhu-" "idk what the hell that is but you can take it right tf back to the depths of the ocean" "aw ;n; "

They're gods and they're all gay and they can all shapeshift so having kids is just, p simple. Janus once tricked a king into marrying him by disguising himself as a beautiful woman, and then had a child who would later on betray the kingdom by killing said king. All because the king killed one of his snakes. Throughout the whole marriage and pregnancy Janus wore a veil-because he can't hide the snake part of his face-and warned the king that should he try to peer beneath it, terrible things would happen. Well the king did, and the rest was history

Roman falls in love too easily, especially with mortals. It's a tragedy really. He did once have something with Logan, but Logan didn't feel the same. Roman thinks if he keeps displaying these fantastic feats and giving these amazing gifts he'll get somewhere, but no. With mortals however-they eat that up.

Whenever Roman comes around with "I'm in love!" they're all over it-except Patton. Patton is just happy for him. Virgil however "you know, you throw that word around so much I don't think you understand what it means" and Roman is always so defensive "and what do you know about love?" "I know the difference between actually loving someone, and loving the attention. If you want attention so badly you should seek out your worshippers. A week from now you're going to get bored of them, just like all the others."

They just constantly butt heads. Until one day Patton has enough and puts them together for a task all "I am sick and tired of you two being at each other's throats, so you're going to work together and make something. Using both your abilities." And that's how storm clouds and thunderstorms came to be and Virgil finally saw how light and dark bring out the best in each other. And now he has a crush on Roman, but Roman is dense af and just keeps falling for mortals

Patton lost his cool one time. Once. And that was when his greatest patron turned out to be selling children into slavery. Logan helped plan it, Janus was the one who managed to get all those involved-patron included-all in one place. And then they just turned Patton loose like, yeah. He destroyed an entire villa and leveled it to the ground

Remus loves making oddball creatures and showing Logan because Logan always finds them interesting and he always gives him input

Now imagine all that, now imagine them all trying to fit in with modern society

#goodie talks #i just??? #u g h #godsides au #sanders sides

[calif0rnia-lovers]

big boss.

1a/n: i don't always write smut driven plots, but when i do it's for daddy losa. set in s2 before the shit hit the fan. unedited might be some typos.

pairing: bishop losa x bratty!reader

warnings: 18+ rating: 💦

requested prompt: "What's wrong? I thought you liked teasing."

words: 2.4k

sum: bish has a sit down with the sons scheduled. it's the fifth night in a row that you've gone to bed without your husband. so you try your best to get him home early.

Bishop’s mind is split, torn into what feels like a million pieces. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t notice your arrival at the clubhouse.

You find him seated at the bar, fingers massaging his temple, his gaze fixated on his never-ending vibrating phone. For the majority of the day, you were responsible for the vibration.

He'd received a barrage of messages from you, all in response to the words he mumbled as he placed a kiss against your forehead this morning.

“I gonna be home late tonight. We’re sitting down at the table. You don’t have to wait up.”

Now, his phone is going off for club related matters.

“There’s my husband,” you smile as you sit his wrapped dinner on the bartop. Your lips press a kiss against his cheek as he reads an incoming message. “I almost forgot what he looks like. I brought your dinner.”

“Thanks,” he sighs.

“All these late nights,” you mumble against the warmth of his skin. “I had to check and make sure you weren’t meeting up with your girlfriend.”

Bishop's eyes roll, a chuckle leaving his lips. "Between you and the M.C., I wouldn't have the energy."

He doesn't object to your hands guiding his lips to yours. The kiss pushes the incoming messages out of his mind, his hands finding your waist. Guiding your body closer, he smiles as you leave a second kiss against his lips.

"I miss you."

The admission comes out soft against his lips. The kiss you leave behind this time tightens his grip, his lips chasing yours as you pull back.

"You too."

"Kinda hard to tell," you sigh, a smile finding your lips as Bishop presses a kiss against the warmth of your neck. "The only time I see you is over breakfast."

"Shit's been--"

"Crazy." You take a step back, slipping out of his grip. The dramatic roll of your eyes brings a smile to your husband's lips. "I know. So crazy, I can't even get in a quickie with my own husband."

Although he chuckles at your teasing, Bishop knows you're right. For the past week, he's gone before you can finish your morning coffee. Only to return when you're already asleep. It's not something he's proud of.

He's in the process of opening his mouth to apologize when you take a second step back.

Bishop’s brow arches, his eyes taking in your appearance--specifically the skirt you wear.

“You went shopping?”

Your eyes drop, your fingers flattening the fabric.

“I did, actually." You smile. You watch as his eyes travel the entire length of the grey pleats. "I stopped by the mall today. My husband hasn’t been around lately, so I had to find some way to keep myself busy.”

Shrugging off his jacket, you lay it across the bar. Taking a step back, you turn in a circle giving Bishop a full look at the mini skirt. By the time you come full circle you dawn a wide smile.

"I figured I try something new."

"It’s definitely...new."

"What?" You fix your lips into a pout as his gaze lifts. "You don’t like it? I was thinking of you when I got it."

Before your husband can string together another word, you turn to catch the eye of a passing Angel.

"What do you think, handsome?"

The question freezes the Mayan in his tracks.

The quest of finding another beer slipping through Angel's mind as he takes in your smile. "About what?"

"My new skirt."

Angel's mouth opens. Thankfully, his brain stalls as his gaze passes over the length of the skirt. His eyes linger on the length of your legs. The inability of his brain to string together a coherent sentence saving him from saying something stupid.

Heat rushes to his face as Angel clears his throat.

"I think you look nice, don't you Bish?" Angel manages as he reaches around you for a beer. His eyes avoid Bishop's as he grabs a second before quickly dismissing himself.

"Well," you smile. "At least somebody thinks I look nice."

"I don’t have time for this," Bishop admits knowing exactly where this will lead.

"What’s new?" you release a dramatic sigh as you step between his legs. "You never have time for me anymore."

"I have this meeting with the Sons--"

"Oh, is that today?" You ask, the heat of your touch seeping through the chest of his shirt. "I thought you said it was tomorrow night."

"Which is why I’d appreciate it if you put your jacket back on."

Although it doesn't drastically improve your appearance. The oversized jacket is enough to distract from the length--or lack thereof--of the skirt you wear.

"No."

It’s a word Bishop Losa rarely hears.

It’s also your favorite word to use against your husband.

“No?”

You shake your head, taking another step back putting a distance between the two of you.

"Then, wait for me at home where the entire club can't see your--"

“Nope,” you say allowing the end to pop, before turning on your heels. “I think I want to stay.”

You reach out, taking the cue stick from a passing Ezekiel.

“You have your meeting. I'll wait for you out here. I’ll just play some pool.” You smile as Bishop's jaw tightens. “Zeke here can keep me company. Right?"

The prospect's gaze lifts from the grey pleats of your skirt.

“Uh—yeah, I mean. I guess if that’s what you want—”

Ez clears his throat as he takes in your wide innocent smile. He glances in your husband's direction. The look in Bishop’s darkened gaze causes the prospect to quickly divert his eyes.

Ez's hand rubs against the back of his neck. “I mean, if it’s alright with Bishop--”

“He'll be fine. You don’t have to ask him for permission, Ez."

Ez quickly retrieves the second cue stick, suddenly focused on lining up a shot.

“Stop playing with the kid,” Bishop’s voice drops as he comes to a stop before you. “He’s my prospect, not your new toy.”

It doesn’t take a genius to understand where this is headed.

Your husband is well versed in your antics, as you are his. The firm squeeze of your hip is a silent warning. A warning that reemphasizes his previous statement

I don’t have time for this.

Between the upcoming meeting, your pouts over breakfast, and round-the-clock sassy texts, his patience is wearing thin.

“Or what, Obispo?” You huff, your weight resting against your cue stick. “You’ll spank me?”

The taunt is enough to lift Bishop’s gaze from the tip of the cigarette he lights. His brow arches as he catches sight of your playful eyes. The unimpressed look on your face earns you the tiniest reaction, the twitching of his lips as he pushes the smoke from his lungs.

“Because if that’s all, let me bend over and make it easy for you,” you laugh as you turn.

Bishop takes a step back as you lean forward, bending over the pool table. The drawn-out act of lining up your shot gives an up-close view of just how short the skirt really is.

His double-take at your arrival was highly warranted.

You can feel the heat of his darkened gaze as it travels along the length of your legs, your new position dragging his tongue across his lips. His eyes pass over your shoulder to the opening door, signaling the early arriving Sons. Releasing a huff, you straighten before turning to face Bishop.

“Put your jacket back on,” he says.

“Is that what you're bringing to the table tonight? I expected a little more intimidation from el Presidente.” Your finger trails down the leather of his kutte, your touch lingering on the worn patch. “What will the boys think if you can’t even handle an old lady? Thought they said you were the big boss.”

For a brief second, the sight of you looking up at him through your lashes, push his arriving brothers out of Bishop's mind. His hand finds the base of your throat, his thumb tipping your chin back so that your gaze meets his.

The look you find weakens your knees. It’s what you’re looking for, the sight of it pulling your lips towards his. A pout settles on your lips as Bishop leaves them cold. Instead, he pauses to place a kiss against your forehead.

“Behave.”

There is one cardinal rule your husband expects you to follow when the doors to Templo are closed.

Do not interrupt--unless it is life or death.

This is why Bishop stops midsentence when the doors slide open.

Bishop wishes he could say he's surprised, but he's not when he glances away from Hank to find you standing in the doorway.

“I just figured the boys might want a drink after making the drive here.”

Ez stands behind you, a case of beer in his hands. His face is visible over your shoulder. He hopes the telepathic message sent to your husband is received.

I told her no--or, I tried to.

One moment Ez was shaking his head and chuckling, "I don't think it's a good idea, you know how Bish gets--" the next, he was carrying a case of beer into the lion's den for you.

“We are the hosts after all,” you smile, not waiting for your husband’s permission.

Ez distributes his beers as fast as he can. You take your time, your husband's eyes following you with each passing second.

By the time you’ve reached the head of the table, there is one drink left to distribute.

“And something special for the boss.”

His eyes study the sweet, innocent smile on your lips as you place the shot of whiskey down alongside the gavel.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

All of the men throw in a word of appreciation. A mixture of "thank you" and "appreciate it" filling the air as you cross the room. Not a single man is foolish enough to glance up from the beer in their hands until they hear the door slide shut.

Hank is the first to file out. He has a mixture of humor and pure admiration on his face as he meets your gaze. It is a look you’ve both grown accustomed to over the years. The one that comes each time he sees you are bold enough to push his best friend's buttons. Which is entirely too often.

“He wants to see you,” he shares, his head shaking as you pass.

You find your husband in the same spot you left him fifteen minutes prior. Seated at the head of the table. Only his whiskey is gone, and he’s got a freshly lit cigarette between his lips. His eyes lift from the zippo in his hand as you pull the door shut.

“I’ve been summoned?” Pushing your weight off the door, you start your journey around the table. Your finger traces over the wood, your gaze lifting to his. "I take it the meeting went well. It didn’t last long."

"Thought you'd sound a little more excited now that it's over."

"Only if you got what you wanted," you respond coming to a stop alongside him.

"You got something you wanna show me?” He asks, tossing his lighter onto the table.

"What makes you say that?"

Instead of answering your question, he nods to the table.

"Bend over."

Your head shakes as you take a seat on the table before him. Your palms rest against the table, your left foot settling on his armrest. A wave of heat covers you from head to toe as Bishop's gaze travels the length of your leg.

A smile finds your lips as his touch ghosts the curve of your calf.

The response is premature. Bishop takes a drag of his cigarette before repeating his previous demand.

"Bend over."

You heed his order, a smile finding your lips as the legs of his chair drag across the floor. The heat of his palm drags the length of your outer thigh, a smile finding his lips as he puts out his cigarette.

"Tell me," he asks, his touch drifting between your thighs. "What couldn't you wait, till I got home, to show me?"

Your teeth tug at your bottom lip as his thumb teasingly pass over the lace covering your clit.

"It's gotta be beautiful," he continues, his touch sending shockwaves through your body as he traces the pattern of the fabric. "The way you were trying to show it off in front of the whole fucking club."

"Why don't you see for yourself?" You breathe, your hips shifting to increase the pressure of his touch.

The red fabric brings a grin to your husband's lip. It is a color he can never resist when paired against your skin.

"Do you like it?"

Bishop doesn't rush to answer your question. Each roll of his thumb meticulous, as he unzips his jeans.

"I do," he places a soft kiss against your shoulder.

Your body tenses in anticipation as the head of his cock teases your slick folds. A soft whimper fills the air as he denies you what you want. Instead of pushing inside, he allows his tip to rub the length of your folds. He repeats the process until your mind has lost count, the trembling of your thighs arching his brow. As you shift your hips back, he pulls a grunt of frustration from your lips.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he chuckles, his grip presses against your spine pinning you in place. "Hm? I thought you liked teasing...this isn't a reward, you don't get to pick how you get it. "

He slides into you in one fluid motion. Bishop's thrusts are not as sweet as your pet name. They are deliberate, pushing into you at a fast and harsh pace. His hips snap into you with a relentless force, his grip bruising your skin.

The edge of the table is the only anchor you're able to find as your body succumbs to the pleasure only he can bring. It doesn't take long for the muscles of your body to tense.

"You wanna cum, sweetheart?" he grunts, his words rasping with every thrust.

“Yes--fuck, Bish,” you manage. The words pass breathlessly, your mind struggling to string together a coherent plea. “Please--”

The pleas spilling from your lips are lost to a gasp as he pulls out of you.

“Since you’ve been trying to get me there all day,” he breathes. “You can wait till you get home.”

Your husband’s chuckle drowns out your whimpered protest. He catches your wrist as you attempt to finish where he’s left off, pinning it flat against the table.

“You don’t have time for that,” he assures you, the wave of pleasure he’s built already slowly beginning to ebb away. “You got something else you need to do first.”

He releases your wrist, his hands moving to pull your skirt back into place. The moment he’s finished, Bishop steps back allowing you to stand.

Turning to face him, you watch as he settles back into his chair. The smile on Bishop's lips morphs into a grin, his playful gaze watching you bite your lip. The desire to disobey his demand only seems to increase with each slowly passing second. The shifting of your weight pulls a chuckle from his lips.

“For making me cut my meeting short,” his head cocks to the side. His eyes pass over your heaving chest before he smiles. “I think that pretty mouth of yours owes me fifteen minutes.”

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[drabbles-mc]

Breaking In

Bishop Losa x F!Reader

Request by @garbinge​: So I did some prompt searching today and found this and thought about maybe a little best friends to lovers trope with Bishop: “look, i know that we rarely agree on things, and i know that you're not happy about how i choose to do things, but you're here, and i love you for it.” anddddd “are you gonna pull the trigger?”

Warnings: language, angst (with a happy ending), Bishop being the stubborn man that he is

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I haven’t shown Bishop some love in a while and I really liked these prompts for him. Hope y’all enjoy! xo

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It had been a few days since you and Bishop spoke. The two of you had gotten into a minor blowout. You guys argued on a fairly regular basis, but it was always coming from a well-intentioned place on both ends. You were protective of each other and with the life that he lived, it was stressful to care so much. He wanted to keep you as far away from club business as possible, and you wanted the exact opposite—you couldn’t protect him or yourself if you didn’t know what you were going up against.

When you had called Bishop that day and asked if he was free to grab a drink, just wanting to see and talk to him after the long week that you’d had, he told you not to come by the clubhouse. He let you know that the club had pissed some people off and the clubhouse was a bit of a hot-spot. The information was meant to deter you, but if anything it made you speed over there as quickly as possible to make sure that everyone was alright.

When Bishop heard your car pull onto the lot, he made his way over to it, not even allowing you the chance to make it to the steps of the clubhouse. He tried to get you back into your car, telling you that sometimes you need to just fucking listen to him when he tells you to do things. You weren’t a person who took kindly to being bossed around, not even by Bishop, so things got out of hand pretty quickly after that. And it had been radio silence since.

You were getting out of the shower, ready to pull on your pajamas and climb into bed when you heard your phone buzzing on your bed. You hated that you were hoping to see Bishop’s name on the screen. It wasn’t, though. With a sigh you picked it up and answered.

“Hey, Angel, what’s up?”

“Hey. You with Bish?”

You scoffed, “No, why?”

There was a slight hint of amusement in his voice, “Damn. Alright. Didn’t realize that was a tense question,” he paused, “He left a few hours ago pretty pissed off. Stormed out of his meeting with Taza and Hank. We just…um…know that you two kinda…”

“Kinda what?”

“Don’t get defensive,” he laughed, “He just. You know. He talks to you. Figured you should be the first person to call since he isn’t picking up his fucking phone.”

You sighed, “I haven’t seen him.”

“Alright. If you do—”

“I’ll let you know.”

He tried and failed to bite back a chuckle, “Thanks. Take care of him, yea?”

You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see you, “That’s all I’m ever trying to do these days.”

“We love you, y’know.”

“I know,” you laughed, “Bye, Angel.”

“Later, Y/N.”

You tossed the phone back onto your bed as you weighed out your options. It wasn’t like Bishop to blow off the club like that. You had no idea what was going on—he made sure of that the past few weeks, but it must’ve been something rough to make him storm out and shut his phone off. As much as you wanted to keep giving him the cold shoulder, your heart wouldn’t let you.

So that was how you ended up parking in his driveway that night. His bike was in the driveway and even though the house was dark, you knew that he was home and that he was more than likely still very much awake. He was never able to sleep when he was angry, which was half the reason the man was so exhausted all the time.

You were digging around in your purse as you made your way up the driveway. Eons ago Bishop had given you a spare key to his place in case of emergencies. You never really needed it. Whenever you were going to his place it was always because you were invited, so the door was always unlocked. He wasn’t expecting company now though, especially not yours.

Taking a deep breath, you slid the key into the lock. You were rewarded with the clicking sound of the lock opening. Part of you expected him to have changed the locks since he gave you the key so long ago. You were glad that he didn’t because the prospect of trying to open and crawl through a window wasn’t an inviting one. And you knew that if you knocked on the door and tried to get him to let you in, he would just ignore you. You knew because you would do the same thing to him if the roles were reversed.

The door always took some extra effort to push open. Bishop was more than handy and you never understood why he didn’t just fix it. Whatever the reason, you found yourself shouldering the door rather hard to gain entrance to the house. You stumbled in, bracing yourself against the door to keep from falling to the floor when it finally gave way.

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath as you straightened yourself out and pushed the door shut, locking it again. As you were going to pull your shoes off, you heard the unmistakable click of a gun. The house was dark and you knew that he probably had no idea that it was you. You chuckled, “Are you gonna pull the trigger?”

You heard him huff as he reached and turned a light on, “What the fuck, Y/N? You’re gonna get yourself shot breaking into places like that.”

You waved the key around, “Not breaking in if I have a fucking key.”

He put the safety back on and set his gun to the side. Exhaustion and frustration was present in every inch of his face. Part of you wanted to hug him, and part of you wanted to smack him because you still weren’t done being mad at him for being an ass to you.

“Why are you here?” he didn’t sound overly annoyed, just tired.

“The guys called me—they’re worried about you,” you walked closer to him, “Figured I should stop by and make sure you didn’t go off on a bender.”

He held his arms out, as if inviting you to inspect him, “Satisfied?”

As much as you wanted to keep being mad, your brain was telling you to reach out to hug him, to caress his face and make the worry lines fade away. You didn’t, though—you couldn’t. Instead, you shrugged, “For now. I’m not leaving, though.”

“Oh?”

“You can’t kick me out of the clubhouse and your house, Obispo,” you walked over and plopped down on the couch.

He sighed, “We’re still arguing about that?”

“We can be done arguing about it if you admit that I’m right.”

He sat down on the couch next to you, “You can’t admit that I had a little bit of a right to be mad?” he shook his head, “I asked you to do one thing and you just—”

“What about me made you think that I would just leave you guys alone if things were getting rough?” you didn’t let him finish his sentence, “I’m willing to break into your fucking house to make sure you’re alright. You think that I wouldn’t make the drive over to the clubhouse to make sure you’re safe?”

“So you do admit it’s breaking and entering?” there was a hint of a smile on his face, and you hated that it made your heart feel a little fuller.

You rolled your eyes, “Not the fucking point.”

His expression sobered, “I know. But you…you do get why I don’t want you involved in all that shit, right?”

“Not really.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to choose his next words carefully, “I’m not going to be the reason you get fucking shot. If you got hurt because my club got into shit with the wrong people I wouldn’t ever be able to forgive myself.”

“You aren’t responsible for what I do. I make my own fucking decisions. You don’t get to ice me out because you get nervous. You’re my best friend and you don’t get to just decide that I—”

“I can’t do this without you!” he snapped, shaking his head. He took a deep breath, making a conscious effort to quiet his voice, “I can’t lose you. You can get mad at me all you want over that. If you ignoring me for a few days, a week, keeps you alive then by all means fucking do it. If something ever…I can’t…” he couldn’t get his words in order.

You felt your attitude melting away as you watched him fumble to put his feelings into words. You reached out and rested your hand on his arm, “Bish, hey, come on now,” you smiled, “I’m tough. You don’t gotta worry about me.”

“Yes, I do,” despite your attempt to lighten the mood you could still see the heaviness in his eyes, “I’ve watched a million things fall apart in my hands. You can’t be another thing that gets added to that list. And if that means you’re going to hate me from time to time then I’m willing to live with that.”

“I’ve never hated you,” you said with a shake of your head.

He waited for your eyes to meet his, “Look, I know we rarely agree on things. And I know you’re not happy about how I choose to do things,” he covered your hand with his own, “but you’re here, and I love you for it.”

Your eyes widened at his statement, “Wh-what?”

He gave your hand a squeeze, “I love you.”

“Even when I’m kicking in your door?”

He chuckled, nodding, “Especially then.”

Your heart was racing inside your chest—you were almost certain that Bishop could hear it as he sat next to you. This wasn’t where you had been picturing the conversation going. Everything that you’d kept bottled up for years was bubbling to the surface as you smiled over at him, “I love you too.”

“And I’m sorry for yelling at you when you came to the clubhouse,” he sighed, “I just…I was picturing the worst and I didn’t want you caught in the middle of it.”

“You worry too much.”

He chuckled, his gaze meeting yours, “Someone has to.”

You felt like you were supposed to have something profound and meaningful to say. But as you sat there next to him and let him stare deep into your eyes, there wasn’t a single word or phrase that came to mind that could say what you really felt. That being the case, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.

There was no hesitation in his movements as he rested his hand on the back of your neck, keeping your lips attached to his. You braced yourself against him as you leaned farther and farther into the kiss. His fingertips pressed lightly into your neck and you wished that you could just melt completely into him.

When you finally pulled away, both of you had satisfied smiles on your faces. You laughed quietly as you reached up, tracing your fingers through his beard, “Do me one favor, Obispo?”

He nodded, “Anything.”

“Fix that fucking door,” you laughed, “Next time I wanna come and see you I don’t want to feel like I’m committing a criminal act.”

He laughed, kissing your temple, “I can do that for you,” he paused, “Thank you for not giving up on me. I know I don’t make it easy.”

You chuckled, “Neither of us make it easy. Keeps us both humble.”

He pulled you into another soft kiss, “I love you.”

You kept your forehead pressed against his, “I love you too.”

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[beclynn-herondale]

Uncle/Aunt headcanons for the Lightwood-Banes week.

Whenever Max and Rafe are playing hide-and-seek the one who is hiding goes to Uncle Jace to have him help hide them. "Uncle Jace knows all the best hiding spots." They say. Jace would never tell how he knows where the best hiding spots are.

Aunt Izzy gives them facials and tells them that the whip is the ultimate weapon. She also let's them play dress up with her jewelry and heels and clothes (only them though) Aunt Izzy also gave them tips on how to get their way with their dad and Uncle Jace. Her and Magnus will paint the boys nails together.

Aunt Clary teaches them art and draws with them. Max is still obsessed with her hair and asked her once "If you and Uncle Jace have baby, do you think it will be red or gold?" Clary wasn't sure if she should be surprised about the fact that he sorta knew about where babies come from or that he thought their kid would be the color of their hair? ( Rafe loves to look at Aunt Clary's sketches and always asks if he can have one *Clary gives in because she loves her nephews so much*

Uncle Simon showed them the Starwars movies and Max was running around acting like Han Solo for a week. Rafe asked Uncle Jace if he knew how to get a Lightsaber? Jace just said "tsk." ( Rafe and Max ran around playing jedis with each other. (Uncle Simon bought them Marvel and D.C. comics, Saying "better to start the nerd journey young." Magnus rolled his eyes at that. ( Uncle Simon also gave them tips on how to politely avoid Aunt Izzy's cooking.

Aunt Lily still talks about how sweet they are ( Alec never knows what she means by that but knows Lily loves them.( The first time Lily said she could just "eat up Max" Jace kept an eye on Lily *protective uncle instincts, Simon called it* and Lily said "Geesus, Jason. You don't actually think I do that do you, bitch?" Alec said "no swearing in front of the baby!" ( Aunt Lily sometimes watches the boys and they love their Aunt Lily very much, she also will talk in spanish with Rafe and then they will look at Alec and laugh.

Aunt Catarina has let them play with her firs aid kit and has taught them a little about first aid. She has also let them play doctor and pretended to be the patient. ( She teaches them about different medical terms *once they're old enough to understand* and shows them how to take care of certain injures that mundanes don't have knowledge on. And of course, she loves them and watches them a lot as well (especially after Alec became Consul and everyone was running around and always busy. Catarina was/is always there.

Ragnor tells his nephews all about Magnus in his younger years *well, younger for a warlock* and the embarrassing ones are his favorite to tell ( "you see, boys, you can never go to Peru because your father is so embarrassing" which Max will reply with "no. Bapak is Ultra Magnus." Rafe nods very seriously to that ( Ragnor admires their loyalty to their father. )

When Max walked for the first time Uncle Jace cried and picked Max up, saying "look at you! You magnificent blueberry! You're going to be the greatest blueberry ever!" Everyone stared but felt fond of them both in that moment. And Uncle Jace is the first to say "I'll teach that bish a lesson" whenever he hears some adult or kid was rude to his nephews ( Jace also bought them both leather jackets and sunglasses so they could pose. And makes sure they listen to Taylor Swift. "She's the most valid person." He says.

Aunt Izzy swore she would protect them always. And when she heard a Shadowhunter talking shit one day (well, let's just say no one has seen that Shadowhunter go anywhere near the Lightwood-Bane family since. *She also may have had the help if Uncle Jace*) Izzy tells the boys about their Uncle Max, who is with the angels she says. She also tells them about the adventures she had with their dad and Uncle Jace. "I of course, beat them most of the time." She said.

Clary teaches the boys about mundane stuff and shows them vines *the clean ones, don't worry. But Clary curses in front of them accidentally anyway* ( the boys always end up laughing on the floor and Clary takes pride in the fact she can make her nephews laugh like that. (She also might now, after having nephews, why Jace wants a couple kids but don't tell him that *shush*)

Uncle Simon takes them to see movies *with Aunt Izzy* on the days off or the days that work is slower. He shows them all the secrets to sneaking snacks in or the techniques of how to make the popcorn taste the best ( "I'd like to see your Uncle Jace teach you something this cool!" said Simon. To which Max replied "You're both cool and knowledgeable and Awesome." (Simon did not take that as a win. He also shows them different kinds of music ( "Taylor Swift is alright, but she isn't the only valid musician" he said. And people say they heard Jace Yell "You take that back bitch!"

Aunt Maia and Uncle Bat are the most chill of the Aunts and Uncles, and usually take the boys on peaceful picnics and to play in the park. Bat has let them play with his DJ equipment (which the boys loved.

End of the story, they love their Aunts and Uncles.

Tagging @khaleesiofalicante

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