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TV SERIES
A Discovery of Witches:
Matthew Clairmont
Baldwin Montclair
Gallowglass de Clermont
Marcus Whitmore
Philippe de Clermont
Jack Blackfriars
Sarah Bishop
Emily Mather
Diana Bishop
Ysabeau de Clermont
Miriam Shepard
Phoebe Taylor
Gerbert D’Aurillac
Peter Knox
Father Andrew Hubbard
Benjamin Fuchs
Satu Järvinen
Meridiana
Law and Order:
Rafael Barba
Sonny Carisi
Joe Velasco
Mike Duarte
Terry Bruno
Peter Stone
Hasim Khaldun
Nick Amaro NEW!
Mike Dodds
Grace Muncy
Kat Tamin
Toni Churlish
Amanda Rollins
Olivia Benson
Rita Calhoun
Casey Novak
Melinda Warner
George Huang
Sam Maroun
Nolan Price
Jamie Whelan
Bobby Reyes
Jet Slootmaekers
Ayanna Bell
Jack McCoy
Elliot Stabler
One Chicago:
Jay Halstead (Could also be Will if you want)
Antonio Dawson
Adam Ruzek
Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz
Dante Torres
Vanessa Rojas
Kevin Atwater
Sean Roman
Matt Casey
Kelly Severide
Joe Cruz
Sylvie Brett
Blake Gallo
Christopher Hermann
"Mouch"
Otis
Violet Mikami
Evan Hawkins
Mayans MC:
Angel Reyes
Miguel
Bishop
Coco
Nestor
911 verse:
Athena Grant
Bobby Nash
Henrietta "Hen" Wilson
Evan "Buck" Buckley
Eddie Diaz
Howie "Chimney" Han
Ravi Panikkar
T.K. Strand
Owen Strand
Carlos Reyes
Marjan Marwani
Paul Strickland
Tommy Vega
Judson "Judd" Ryder
Grace Ryder
Nancy Gillian
Mateo Chavez
The Rookie:
Lucy Chen
Tim Bradford
Celina Juarez
Aaron Thorsen
Nyla Harper
Angela Lopez
Wesley Evers
BBC Sherlock:
Greg Lestrade
Mycroft Holmes
Sherlock Holmes
Moriarty
Molly
Bridgerton:
Anthony Bridgerton
Benedict Bridgerton
Simon Basset
Daphne Bridgerton
Eloise Bridgerton
Kate Sharma
Edwina Sharma
Marina Thompson/Crane
Outlander:
Jamie Fraser
Claire Beauchamp Randall Fraser
Frank Randall
Black Jack Randall
Brianna Fraser
Roger MacKenzie
Fergus Fraser
Marsali Fraser
Jenny Fraser Murray
Ian Murray Sr.
Ian Fraser Murray
Murtagh Mackenzie
Call The Midwife:
Shelagh Turner / Sister Bernadette
Dr. Patrick Turner
Nurse Trixie Franklin
Nurse Phyllis Crane
Lucille Anderson
Nurse Barbara Gilbert
Chummy
Sister Hilda
Miss Higgins
PC Peter Noakes
Reverend Tom Hereward NEW!
Narcos:
Horacio Carrillo
Peaky Blinders:
Tommy Shelby
Downton Abbey:
Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham
Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Edith Crawley
Lady Sybil Crawley
Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham
Isobel Crawley
Matthew Crawley
Lady Rose MacClare
Lady Rosamund Painswick
Henry Talbot
Tom Branson
Mr. Charles Carson
Mrs. Hughes / Elsie May Carson
John Bates
Anna Bates
Daisy Mason
Thomas Barrow
Joseph Molesley
Land Girl:
Connie Carter
Reverend Henry Jameson (Gwilym Lee's version)
Midsomer Murder:
DCI Tom Barnaby
Joyce Barnaby
Dr. George Bullard
DCI John Barnaby
Sarah Barnaby
DS Ben Jones
DS Jamie Winter
Sgt. Gavin Troy
Fleur Perkins
WPC Gail Stephens
Kate Wilding
DS Charlie Nelson
Sergeant Dan Scott
NEW! Once Upon A Time
Regina / The Evil Queen
Mary Margaret Blanchard / Snow White
David Nolan / Prince Charming
Emma Swan
Killian Jones / Captain Hook
Mr. Gold / Rumplestiltskin
Neal Cassidy / Baelfire
Peter Pan
Sheriff Graham Humbert / The Huntsman
Jefferson / The Mad Hatter
Belle
Robin of Locksley / Robin Hood
Will Scarlet
Zelena / Wicked Witch
Alice (Once in Wonderland)
Cyrus (Once in Wonderland)
Jafar (Once in Wonderland)
Gideon
Tiger Lily
Naveen
Tiana
Granny
Ariel
Prince Eric
Aladdin
Jasmine
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Hercules
Megara
Tinker Bell
Merida
Red Riding Hood
Mulan
Aurora / Sleeping Beauty
Prince Phillip
Cinderella
Prince Thomas
NEW! The Vampire Diaries / The Originals
Stefan Salvatore
Damon Salvatore
Caroline Forbes
Elena Gilbert
Bonnie Bennett
Enzo St. John
Niklaus Mikaelson
Elijah Mikaelson
Kol Mikaelson
Rebekah Mikaelson
Freya Mikaelson
Finn Mikaelson
Mikael
Esther
Marcel Gerard
Davina Claire
MOVIES
The Pirates of the Caribbean:
Captain Jack Sparrow
Barbossa
Will Turner
Elizabeth Swann
James Norrington
Kingsman:
Merlin
Harry Hart
Eggsy Unwin
James Spencer / Lancelot
Alastair / Percival
Roxy Morton / Lancelot
Maximillian Morton / The Shepherd
Orlando Oxford
Jack Daniels / Whiskey
Gin
BOOKS
Dreamland Billionaire series - Lauren Asher:
Declan
Callahan
Rowan
Iris
Alana
Zahra
Dirty Air series - Lauren Asher:
Noah
Liam
Jax
Santiago
Maya
Sophie
Elena
Chloe
Ladies in Stem - Ali Hazelwood books:
Olive
Adam
Bee
Levi
Elsie
Jack
Mara
Liam
Sadie
Erik
Hannah
Ian
Fourth Wing - Rebecca Yarros:
Xaden Riorson
Dain Aetos
Jack Barlowe
Rhiannan Matthias
Violet Sorrengail
Mira Sorrengail
Lillith Sorrengail
Bodhi Durran
Liam Mairi
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Some days, you're the best thing in my life
Sometimes when I look at you, I see my wife
Then you turn into somebody I don't know
And you push me away, push me away, yeah
teeth - 5 seconds of summer
the first two lyrics represent jax thinking about his wedding day with aurora, a small ceremony with close friends and family only. he sometimes finds himself remembering that day with a smile; he also keeps a small wedding photo with him at all times.
the last two lyrics represent the nightmare that never goes away. even years later, he has the same nightmare: he finds aurora after he turned her into a vampire because of what happened with gaius. in the dream, aurora never recognizes him and she’s always angry; she always runs away from him. to him, it feels like losing her over and over again.
for @choicedits
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seeing someone else.
BISHOP LOSA. MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS
❝ request by @encounterthepast: Hello lovely Aurora, can I request angst prompt number 7 with Bishop please, thank you, 💕
❝ prompt: “Don’t you dare to lie to me again”.
❝ request by @arveeee: Hello my dear, so I was thinking, and there is one sentence to that can't go out of my head. So it is: "let me in" with Bishop (I know I'm boring). Well I believe in you, I love you , and I love your writing. Say hello to Arya.
❝ request by anon: Hi, Aurora. I love your writing sm 🥺 I was wondering if I could request an imagine with my man Bishop? I was thinking of something like the reader and him being in kinda like a friends with benefits situation, but she decides to break it offf because she’s really upset. And maybe Bishop doesn’t understand so she eventually explains to him that she wants more out of their relationship and he reassures her they are more and they always have been? Maybe leads to like soft/romantic smut? Thanks so much!
❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! so, that new trailer huh?😵 would absolutely love if you could write me something for a stressed out bishop with the prompts "Stop ignoring me, it’s driving me crazy!" and "Let me help you make it better." Thank you tons!!💖
❝ words: about 1.4k.
❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!
Another tequila shot goes down your throat, ripping it off as you almost smash the small glass on the table. Tossing your head back as you rest your back against the sofa, sitting on the floor, you take a look around you. The gloomy has taken over your house as the night has fallen a couple of hours ago. It's the fourth night you are trying to forget about Bishop and whatever you two had. But you can't dismiss from your mind his caresses —his fingers drawing patterns on your back, his lips touring your neck with delicate kisses as if he was afraid of breaking your skin, his mustache tickling your inner thighs, his raspy voice articulating your name in moans. It's the fourth night miserably failing, remembering the last time you spent together, the way he was holding his back pretending he wasn't sad because you were leaving him.
“Obispo, it's over. Don't make a big deal. We're just friends who occasionally fucks”. You scoffed somewhat annoyed because of him and his interrogation, but how could you tell him you were falling in love with him?
“I ain't making any deal, (Y/N). I just want to know what made you change your mind and keep a wide berth”.
“I'm seeing someone else”.
"Don't you dare to lie to me”. He growled, taking a step closer towards you with the intention of stopping you from picking up and packing the less stuff you had in his house.
“Think what you want”. You replied, rolling your eyes.
The first tear flows in the left corner of your mouth not appreciably at first, but then, some more until finding yourself crying. You miss him so much. You miss watching him sleep peacefully in the small hours, drifting slightly when you caress his cheek using your fingertips. Flexing your knees to your chest, you wrap your arms around trying to contain the loud sobs, hiding your face between them. How have you been so stupid to fall for him like that? The two of you made it clear from the very first moment. Friends with benefits. But after a couple of weeks, you started to notice that he used to push away any other woman that it wasn't you, he didn't spend much time in the clubhouse preferring to do it in your house —cuddling, watching movies, playing poker; kissing every single inch of flesh covering your anatomy.
Reality hit you the moment he murmured something like you're a miracle, thinking you were calmly sleeping between his strong arms and your back stuck to his chest, no distance among your bodies. You knew it was a thing produced by the alcohol running through your veins and it wasn't fair for you to fantasize about the idea he was catching feelings for you. So you just ran away, like a coward.
Some clumsy knocks on the front door of your house bring you back to reality. At first, you try to ignore them. It's not like you're in the mood for visits, knowing that probably it's Leti at the other side of the place, worried because you haven't replied to her text all day. But she insists and insists. And you know how stubborn she can be sometimes. Serving yourself another shot and drinking it in just one gulp, because you're too sober to endure another of her Ted talks about positivism and what he has lost, you stand up on your bare feet. Everything around you spins dizzyingly for a second until you can react, feeling every knock like a hammer hitting your brain.
“I've heard you the fi—”.
Opening the door to receive her, your vocals get frozen as you face Bishop in a deplorable drunk state. Just like you are.
“Let me in”. He barks, not being able to look at your eyes, trying to pass you away to the inside, but you stop him.
“Go home, Obis—”.
“I'm home, shut the fuck up”. He frowns taking a sip from a bottle of whisky you haven't noticed till now. “You think you can kick my fuckin' ass outta your life by saying you're seeing someone else? You think I'm fuckin' stupid, queri— Were you crying…?”
From anger, his tone of voice falls to one lower and lower, as the concern and the worry cover his annoyance completely. Throwing away his drink to somewhere over the grass of your yard, he holds your face onto his palms. His touch causes you to tremble. His warm touch causes you to break into aching sobs, panting as you can't breathe properly. All this time you've been thinking you have missed him, but you didn't have a real idea of how it feels until his fingers have been laid on your wetted skin.
Bishop comes closer to you, touching the tip of your nose with his. You can smell the mixed scent of cigarettes and whisky emanating from his cracked lips, it doesn't bother you, tho. “Don't kiss me, please”.
Until this precise moment, he has loved your begs and pleads to his bones, but now he hates them more than anything he could ever hate in his life. It breaks his heart. He can't deal with your rejection one night more.
“Why…? Why can't I kiss you?” He asks desperately at the edge of his tears. “Please, stop ignoring me, it's driving me crazy. I can't even take care of my own shit without you by my side”.
Your knees feel weak at his words, still believing he only says that because you're just a good lover, the best in the sheets, as he told you once.
“I… I…” You babble nervously, trying to not place your hands on the laps of his leather kutte to finally push him into the needed kiss you've been craving for the last four days. “I love you”.
And why the confession doesn't take him by surprise? Why doesn't he look confused? Why does it seem like he already knew it? Bishop can't help but draw a fleeting grin across his face.
“Do you think I came here, falling into pieces, just because it feels like being in Heaven when I'm deep inside you?” He whispers, clicking his tongue slightly. “I didn't believe you when you told me you were seeing someone else. But the minimal thought I could have about it made me lose the less sanity I have”.
You blink stupefied at his own confession about his feelings. Your fingers tour his abdomen up in slow motion, starting to have some faith in his words.
“Mi amor…” Bishop mumbles in soft giggles shaking his head. “I adore you, mi amor. I don't want anything else than to share my life with you, and only with you”.
He doesn't wait for a signal from you to kiss your lips, he just takes what it's his. And you can't hold back a painful gasp, expelling in it all the sorrow you've been carrying for the last four days being separated from him. Your hands grip his shirt in two fists, pushing him as much closer as the two of you can be, about to melt in the same figure. All this time you have been trying to not love him, to forget him; and you were just delaying the inevitable. You are made for each other, that's a fact. Your lips fit to perfection —your bodies, your hearts.
“Tell me you love me”. You whimper against his mouth, causing him to smile because of your need of making it real by these simple three words.
“Love isn't enough to express what you make me feel”.
Bishop bends down without prior notice to wrap his huge hands on the back of your thighs, urging you to jump onto him and surround his waist with your legs. You haven't forgotten how good his warmth takes over you when he holds you like that, walking inside your house and kicking the door close. Guiding his steps across your place and its hallways, he reaches your dark dorm barely illuminated by a post light outdoors. He lies you down on your bed —a bed that has welcomed you for the last eight months in every kind of state. Drunk, tired, happy.
Now, you're a mix of them. Drunk in tequila, tired of crying, but happy for having him back for the rest of your life.
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Meet my OCs
Luciana Izabel Reyes
Face claim: Natalie Martinez
Born August 21st, 1981 in Mexico
Moved from a Mexico to Santo Padre with parents when she was 4; older sister of Angel and Ez.
Has a sibling tattoo with her brothers: a sun, a crescent moon, and a star. Their mother, before kissing them all good night would always say, “mi sol, mi luna, y mi estrella” meaning my sun, my moon, and my star. Each of her kids being one.
Like Angel, she has a habit of smoking. She’s been trying her best to kick the habit but on days she’s just having a bad day, she lights one up. Angel got his habit of smoking from his sister when she gave him a cigarette when he was 15. She was trying to show him smoking was bad and got him addicted. Her parents weren’t happy.
Usually written and paired with Nestor Oceteva or Bishop Losa
Andrea Zoe Losa
Daughter of Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa
Born February 9th, 1992
Parents were happily married until her mother passed away when she was around 8, being raised mainly by her father and Alvarez. She’s got good connections to the Oakland Charter along with of course the Santo Padre charter.
Has a few tattoos that her father doesn’t approve of... and a few piercings that he would be very, very disappointed if he knew she had them. The only tattoo he approves of is a sunflower on her neck with the words “you are my sunshine” wrapped around it in her mother’s handwriting.
Usually written and paired with Ezekiel ‘Ez’ Reyes
Celestina Rosita Romero
Daughter of Che ‘Taza’ Romero
Born May 23rd, 1988
Taza was putting a lot of his time into the MC and his wife didn’t like raising a child practically alone. So she left Taza when Celestina was 4. Give him some responsibility outside of the club.
Celestina has severe separation and abandonment anxiety. It has gotten better as she’s grown but always worries Taza won’t return from a run and just left her like her mother did. The Mayans have become her second family. She’s best friends with Riz and everyone usually teases them of being a couple.
Currently not written or paired with anyone romantically.
Valeria Aurora Estrada
Face claim: Jackie Cruz
Born June 2nd, 1985
Valeria was born and raised in Santo Padre, homeschooled until she hit 7th grade. She was to a private school and once in high school began dating a boy. They dated all through high school and when it came to college, Val decided to not go to college even if she had the best colleges around asking for her to come to them. Val served 4 years in prison after being caught at the crime scene for s crime her boyfriend was committing.
usually written and paired with Angel Reyes
Maxine Sierra Williams
Face claim: Olivia Wilde
**Bio under construction*
Usually written and paired with Jax Teller
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The Freshman: Hospital Edition
MC is... MC
Chris Powell is... Dr Bryce Lahela
James Ashton is.. Dr Ethan Hunt
Abbie Bishop is... Dr Sienna Trinh
Kaitlyn Liao is... Dr Jackie Varma
Zack Zilberg is... Dr Elijah Green
Tyler Alan is Dr Landry Olson
Becca Davenport is Dr Aurora Emery
Zig Ortega is Raphael Aveiro
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Saturday (7.21.2018)
UPTOWN
BOXERS UES: Ike Avelli's book release party, featuring Ari Kiki & Tym Moss (7pm); JanSport (9pm); DJ JRoc (11pm)
WEST END: Les Femmes Fatales burlesque (7pm)
CASTRO: PAPI LATIN SATURDAYS (10pm)
SUITE: Octavia Anyae (11:30pm)
HELL’S KITCHEN
BOXERS HK: Butch Cordera’s Poker Tournament (6:30pm); CAFE CON CREMA Latin dance party (10pm)
HARDWARE: Tina Burner (7pm); DJ 2Face with Ruby Roo & Lagoona Bloo (10pm)
RITZ: DJ Scotty Rox (7pm); DJs Bill Coleman & Kitty Glitter (10pm)
ATLAS SOCIAL CLUB: Tammy Spanx & DJ Xavier (11pm)
FAIRYTAIL LOUNGE: Holly Dae with the men of Spunk & Adonis (10pm)
POSH: DJ Kamil (10pm)
VSBU: Chaka Khanvict (midnight)
EAST SIDE
MC 58 BAR: Sarah Glassman (8pm)
LIPS: “Glitz & Glamour” (5pm); “The Dirty Show” (11:30pm)
UNCLE CHARLIES: Piano bar (8pm)
TOWNHOUSE: Live Doo Wop (9pm); Gogo boys downstairs (10pm)
CHELSEA
REBAR: DJ Natazu (5pm); DJ Matty Glitterati & CT Hedden (10pm)
BOXERS CHELSEA: TIGHT END Saturdays (9pm)
EAGLE NYC: Saturday party (11pm)
MUSEUM OF SEX: new party TROPICUNT feat. Jessa Angel (10pm).
WEST VILLAGE
ROCKBAR: ARCADE happy hour (3pm); Witti Repartee's birthday show feat. Fem Appeal, Diana Carfire,,Celah Doore, Cherry Poppins, Dominique St. James, Hazel Tart, Coco Taylor& more (6pm); CLONE kink party (10pm)
PIECES: Vita Summers with Lady Sabrina (5pm); Bootsie LeFaris (11pm)
STONEWALL: Prada G. Major (7pm); DJs Kim Dazy & Susan Levine (10pm)
LE POISSON ROUGE: Bingo with Linda Simpson (7:30pm)
MONSTER: MANSTER feat. Egypt, Jasmine Kennedie, Alisha Day & DJ Mitch Ferrino (10pm)
HANGAR: DJs Ted Bishop Nieves & Om-Amari (10pm)
EAST VILLAGE
CLUB CUMMING: HAUS OF CUMMING feat. Alan Cumming, Daniel Nardicio, Daphne Always, Scarlet Envy. DJs Sammy Jo & Darren Dryden (10pm)
NOWHERE: DJ Jeff Jackson (10pm)
THE COCK: DJs Kindbud & Aaron Cobbett (10pm)
BEAUTY BAR: DJs Michael T & Twig the Wonderkid (10pm)
MOCKINGBIRD: WET NOISE (10pm)
MEHANATA: DJ Ickarus & more (10pm)
PHOENIX: Ari Kiki & Alotta McGriddles with DJ T-Boy, Andi Drogenous & Hibiscus (11pm)
BROOKLYN
BAM: SLAYfest feat. Mila Jam. Dai Berger, Cakes Da Killa, Davi Akei, Bryant, Charlie Xile & Boy Radio (11am-11:30pm)
METROPOLITAN BAR: DJ Reaubert (7pm); Frankie Sharp’s METROSENSUAL feat.Larry Owens (10pm)
GOLD SOUNDS: Drag tribute to Panic! at the Disco feat. Sherry Poppins, Qhrist With a Q, Misty Menthol, Showponii, Ms. Ter, & DJ Ten Yards (10pm)
CONEY ISLAND USA: BLOOD & BOOTS Lee VaLone vampire-themed birthday burlesque show feat. Aurora North, Faux Pas le Fae, MiscAllaneous DomTop, Qualms Galore, Viktor Devonne & more (10pm)
BIZARRE:
3 DOLLAR BILL / SUTHERLAND: DJs Justin Cudmore & Love Letters (10pm)
LOT 45: HOT RABBIT feat. DJs: Chaotic & Jessamess with London Jae Precise (10pm)
ROSEMONT: FAKE NUDES feat. The Haus of Sterling with DJ P_A_T & Dicap plus Magenta.(10pm)
MACRI PARK: BROWN SUGAR feat. MoMo Shade, Kandy Muse, Neon Calypso, Serena Tea & DJ Will Sheridan (11pm)
EXCELSIOR: CRUISING gear party (11pm)
CLUB LANGSTON: Urban party (11pm)
DEEP END: TBA
QUEENS
ALBATROSS: Ruby Powers (8pm); Sutton Lee Seymour (11pm)
MANHATTAN COCKTAIL LOUNGE: Karaoke with Chickie Chickie (5pm)
CLUB EVOLUTION: Latin dance party (10pm)
EL TRIO LOUNGE: Latin party & show (10pm)
ICON: TBA
FIRE ISLAND
ICE PALACE. Logan Hardcore & Brenda Dharling (3pm); Porsche (6pm); FiFi DuBois & Sapphira Cristal (8pm); SPUNK feat. Honey Davenport (10pm)
PINES POOL: Bootsie LeFaris & Roxy Brooks (3pm)
BLUE WHALE: LOW TEA (4-8pm); Pianist Jack Aaronson (10pm)
PINES PAVILION: Pam Ann: Fire Island Layover (6pm); The Carry Nation (midnight)
SIP N TWIRL: TWIRL TEA (7pm); Dance party (11pm)
CHERRYS ON THE BAY: Dance Party (11pm)
NEW JERSEY
PARADISE: Country line dancing (7pm); Dance party (10pm)
TOPPS LOUNGE: VALE TODO 5 Anniversary (8pm)
FEATHERS: Saturday party (10pm)
THE ROYAL: DJ Brian Richards (10pm)
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The first “I love you” moment between Jax & Aurora; I loved this scene so much ♥
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breathing.
© @supervalcsi
OBISPO ‘BISHOP’ LOSA.
MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS
❝ request by @supervalcsi: Dear Aurora, my love, my sunshine, may I get prompt 12 from angst list with Bishop?? Thank you so much my friend! I love you!!! 💕💕💕💕
❝ prompt: “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that”.
❝ words: about 1.3k.
❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!
“Didn't know where else to go”.
His voice sounds lower than normal, as if he is on the verge of tears but fighting against it. You don't ask him how he knows your address, giving him enough space to come inside your house. Bishop doesn't doubt then, guiding his steps through the door to let you close it behind your back as you turn around to face him.
Sometimes he goes to the bar you work in, outside of Santo Padre, in one of the lost roads to nowhere. The two of you spend the night talking about anything concrete, interchanging words. And you can assure that between both there's some kind of connection since you met.
But tonight, he looks too different than usual. The black bags under his eyes mean that he hasn't had much sleep the last few days. The grown beard melting with his well-groomed mustache let you know that he hasn't taken care of himself lately. Just surviving like a lost soul, in pain for something you don't know. Traveling your eyes to his hands, you quickly notice his reddened knuckles a little bit raw.
Licking your bottom lip, hesitating, you take the first step ahead to taste the waters, invading his personal space. Knowing that Bishop is not going to take one back, you shorten till the minimal distance among your bodies to wrap him with your arms. Trying to comfort him, you hug him as much tightly as you can, feeling the man reciprocating the gesture; clinging himself to you as if you were the anchor that helps him to stay afloat.
Only then, he breaks into pieces, letting the tears run down his cheeks as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. Landing one of your hands on the back of his head, you caress gently his hair, wanting to make him feel better. You're not going to ask if he doesn't want to talk. The interrogatories aren't part of your personality. You're the one who usually listens in silence, and maybe offers some kind of advice. But it's not what Bishop needs, not tonight.
Much to your regret, you pull yourself away slowly, without doing any sharp move. Sliding your fingers down by his shoulders to the folds of the black kutte, you help him to take it off so you can hang it on a chair in the living room. He's following you like a lost puppy, keeping his head bowed. Doing the same with the black hoodie, after unzipping it, you hold his hand to guide him through the hallway towards your room.
The place is submerged under the gloom, only illuminated by some streetlights outside, but enough to see the tears on his face. After cleaning them with your fingers, while he takes off his boots and undoes the belt to throw it somewhere, you give him some space to undress and place his jeans and his shirt on the chair next to the desk.
Once lying down on your bed, you welcome him again between your bare and warm arms, aware that he feels a little better by the way his breathing sounds more calmed. Urging Bishop to rest his head on your chest, you can't help but leave a tender kiss on it.
“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that”.
Your voice is honeyed. A soft whisper transmitting him peace. Whilst his arms are surrounding your body and your left one is around his chest, your right hand caresses slowly his cheek; using your fingertips, barely watching the man close his eyes. Soon, his breathing is inappreciable, taking the same rhythm as yours.
Still half asleep you roll around the mattress, to hide your face from sunbeams, filling up your lungs with the strong manly scent from your unexpected visitor last night. Tightening the grip around you, Bishop sighs more awake than sleep, pressing his lips on your forehead for a kiss that lasts longer than expected. But you don't care. It doesn't bother you. Feels good, after all.
“Should I say sorry or thank you?” His throaty voice slides itself through your ears with sorrow and shame.
“You don't have to be sorry, nor thank me anything”.
The smile curving his lips brushes your forehead softly, slightly jumping your heart for no reason, apparently. Resting your heads over the pillow, without breaking the mess of legs and arms tangled you are, your eyes laid on each other. You don't know what time it is, but he looks more rested than yesterday.
“Two days ago… I lost someone important to me”.
“I'm sorry, Bish”.
“Yeah, me too. But things happen for a reason, isn't it?”
Briefly nodding, you're able to see him smiling again. A sleepy grin disappears after a short second. Closing his eyes again, the man sinks his face into the crook of your neck, holding you closer under his grip to his body. The soft gasp escaping his lips, after taking a breath of your sweet smells, makes you giggle because of the tickles.
But that bubble explodes when your phone rings. Normally, no one calls you before two at noon and it couldn't be this late.
“Don't answer, please…”
“Just lemme check who it is”.
Tossing a hand over your head, palming the nightstand until finding the phone, you place it in front of your head. Unknown number. You don't recognize it. Frowning confused, you poke Bishop's cheek to make him look at it. Seems like he recognizes it by the way he has to roll his eyes. Lying on his back and grabbing it, he slides his thumb over the screen to pick up the call.
“(Y/N)?”
“It's Obispo”.
“Jesus fucking Christ, brother, I'm too fucking old for these games. Been looking for you since yesterday morning, about having a heart attack”.
“Don't be dramatic, Taza… How the hell 'you have (Y/N)'s number? Actually, how the hell 'you know her?” Looking at you, the only thing you do is shrug confused. You haven't heard about this man in your life.
“I know you better than yourself, you should know it already”.
“I'm going to hang up”.
“Hey, hey, wait! You okay?”
“I was fucking okay till you call, enjoy my seat today”.
Not giving the man at the other side of the speaker the chance to respond, Bishop finishes the call, leaving the phone on the nightstand behind him.
“How did you know where I live?” You can't help but ask, showing up your curiosity.
“I went to the bar, hoping you were there. But your boss told me you were free, so I ended up threatening him to earn your address. He didn't want to tell me”.
“Maybe he thought you were a psycho”.
“Or a Mayan”.
“Yeah, that gang of Chicanos is pretty crazy too”.
“I hate that fucking name”.
Hearing Bishop laughing for the first time in a week makes you feel some nice shivers traveling your body, resting a leg over his lap and fitting your body to his.
“I came to you because you always cheer me up. No matter what. And I don't know how you do it, but I don't want you to stop”.
Lying by his side and placing a hand on the back of your thigh, to keep your leg over his, the Mexican slides his free arm under your neck with so much care.
“I like to see you happy, to see you smiling. It isn't something I can avoid”.
“What else you can't avoid?”
“The desire of asking you to stay”.
“I'm going to stay if you want me to stay”.
“What if I ask you to kiss me?”
Leaning towards you, the response doesn't wait. At first, Bishop just presses his lips against yours. A soft cramp that bristles your skin completely. Soon, your lips start to move slowly in sync, tasting each other, cutting off your breathings. It is better than you have fantasized sometimes while talking with him sitting on the bar and sharing old whisky in the small hours. And he feels good too, even if he continues carrying the sorrow because of his recent loss, knowing that he has won you somehow.
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Tap, tap, tap.
OBISPO ‘BISHOP’ LOSA. ┃ MAYANS MC.
❝ request by @arveeee: Hi Aurora. It's amazing to see you back 💜💜💜 imagine that Bishop starts to date a girl and he finds out that something in her kitchen is leaking, so he sneaks in to repair it. The question is if he knows what is he doing....
❝ words: about 600 words.
Gif credits to my lovely @sonsofeorl.
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“You sure 'bout what you doing?”
Offering your boyfriend the wrench, as he has asked you, lying back under the kitchen sink, he raises his hand at the same time his eyes go straight to you. Putting your hands over your head in a signal of not questioning his skills again, Bishop focuses his attention again on the main task. The drops falling from the faucet during the past night have been like Chinese torture. That demonic sound hasn't let you sleep. Tap, tap, tap. All the damn night.
Your boyfriend thought you have been exaggerating till he has seen the black marks under your eyes, when he came at eight am before going to the scrapping. Now, there he is like the man of your life because not even one hundred Youtube tutorials have helped you to stop the tap, tap, tap.
You watch him attentively, trying to learn whatever he's doing just in case it happens again, but Bishop doesn't look very convinced about what he's doing. You told him to call Angel or Coco. They're good with pipes, but he was like querida, this is my job, no men will touch your pipes. But you're starting to regret it. You could have called them and told them to not say a single word, so you wouldn't hurt his ego, nor his manhood.
“Open the faucet”.
Raising an eyebrow because of his speed fixing the sink, you obey in silence. You open it. But no water comes out. El Presidente doesn't understand what's going on until the pipe over his face starts to shake producing a metallic noise that doesn't sound good at all. And then, it explodes all over him, soaking his soul.
“Puta madre!”
You can't help but break into laughs, not being able to react bringing a bucket or towel, watching him fighting against the broken pipe and the water tap to make it stop. When he gets it, Bishop travels his eyes to yours trying to find the correct way to blame your sink and not his skills, but he is too deconcentrated because of the sound of your lively giggles.
“Don't you think this is a good moment to leave this… house, and move to mine, sweetheart?”
“I wasn't gonna ask you to clean this mess, Obispo. Can do it by myself…” Your reply biting your top lip, gulping a loud giggle as he stands up cleaning his hands in his wet black tank top.
“I'm serious, (Y/N). I can't even call this… place a house without feeling like you're not in constant danger”. Rubbing his face using his forearm, he comes closer to you trapping your waist with his long fingers. “C'mon. You gonna make me beg?”
“Bish…”
“What? Don't you like the idea of waking up together every day, ah? 'Cause for me, it's a dream”. He hums eaning forward, your boyfriend presses his lips on your shoulder, drawing a path over your skin with a clear destination. “Coming back from the club… you waiting for me… ready to be loved by the man who'd give his life for you…”
“Bish…” You whisper closing both eyes inevitably, tossing your hands to his chest. How could you resist?
“Gimme fifteen minutes…” He mumbles in response, landing a hand on the other side of your neck to secure his teeth around your skin. “And I'll call the guys to help…”
“Okay”.
That's the only thing you can reply before he urges you to sit over the counter, settling himself between your legs.
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Mayans MC
✨ CANCHE
✨ ANGEL REYES
✨ CHE “TAZA” ROMERO
✨ EZEKIEL “EZ” REYES
✨ GILBERTO “GILLY” LOPEZ
✨ HANK “TRANQ” LOZA
✨ JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ
✨ LETICIA CRUZ
✨ MARCUS ALVAREZ
✨ MAYANS MC X READER
✨ MICHAEL “RIZ” ARIZA
✨ MIGUEL GALINDO
✨ NERON “CREEPER” VARGAS
✨ NESTOR OCETEVA
✨ OBISPO “BISHOP” LOSA
✨ OSCAR “EL OSO” RAMOS
Sons of Anarchy
✨ ALEXANDER “TIG” TRAGER
✨ FILIP “CHIBS” TELFORD
✨ JACKSON “JAX” TELLER
✨ JUAN CARLOS “JUICE” ORTIZ
✨ HAPPY LOWMAN
✨ RANDOM SCENES.
✨ SPECIAL EDITIONS:
How would they react to...? (completed)
How would they react to...? WEEK. (completed)
Halloween week. (completed)
Week of headcanons. (completed)
November of Drabbles. (completed)
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❛ GETTING IN TROUBLE ❜
with Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza.
Request: Tranq reaction to his girlfriend sassing him?
BY ANON
Word count: about 1k.
Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!
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“NO FUCKING WAY!”
The crowd placed around the Mayans' ring suddenly stays silent. Your boyfriend is sweating, breathing fast and almost blooding by his nose and mouth inside of it, just like Ibarra. He's confused at first, watching you turn into the Devil as you walk towards the door to open it.
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, HANK?”
He doesn't understand what it's happening. You have been together for the last year and tomorrow you have an important meeting. The most important one. And you asked him to not get into trouble, to not drink too much and to look fresh than ever. But looks like he didn't care a shit.
“My fucking parents are coming tomorrow to meet you!” You yell at him.
Ibarre steps out of the ring terrified, running away from you. No one would want to be in Tranq's shoes right now. Spitting the red liquid from his lip, he cleans them with the back of his right hand, about to say something.
“I asked you for just one damn thing! One fucking thing!” Furiously gesticulating with your forefinger raised in air, you point at him with every word uttered. “Do you remember how fucking important was for you to introduce me to… all these assholes, ah? They're my fucking family and you shitted on your promise. So, you know what? Keep fucking fighting. Ask one of these… fucking bitches to clean you up. And enjoy sleeping alone. I'm fucking done with you”.
“Hey, list—”.
“NO! There's no fucking listen anymore, Hank”. You take a step back, lifting up your hands to make him stop.
God knows how much you love the Mayans MC, but right now you just want to burn it down.
“If meeting my family isn't important to you, then, I'm not either”. Licking your lips as soon as the tears flow over them, you turn around to get out from the ring.
“Sweetheart…” Bishop calls you, making you face him.
“I asked you… I begged you to not let him get in trouble, Obispo. Letting him fight was one of the things you should avoid. And you didn't. So, don't fucking call me sweetheart again, 'cause I'm not your fucking sweetheart”.
Taza stops your boyfriend when he tries to catch you outside the ring, while you walk through the hallway made between the Mayans to leave the clubhouse. With a sorrow installed within your chest, you unlock your car to step in and turn on the engine and drive to your small flat. Once there you turn off your phone and change your clothes for a baggy shirt to tuck into bed.
Appearing in the restaurant alone confuses your parents, who get up from their seats to welcome you with a tight hug.
“Sorry, Hank was busy with the scrapyard”. You whisper puckering your lips.
They know you're lying, but they don't say anything. Sitting in front of them, close to the empty chair, you hold the menu to have a look in silence. You're ashamed. But you're more hurt than anything, because you were so excited to introduce him to your mom and your dad. You wanted to show them that he's a good man, that he takes care of you better than anyone. But he shitted on it.
“Sorry, I'm late”.
Raising your eyes, you find your boyfriend standing up with a hand on your back, leaning to kiss your cheek. He looks fresh. Probably, Taza used some of his concoctions to help him. Your parents seem delighted that he finally came, happily introducing themselves with kisses and hugs. You just smile somewhat forcefully, when he sits by your side and places one of his tattooed arms over your shoulders, kissing your cheek again. Pulling a lock of hair behind your ear, you turn quietly towards him, while your parents argue about their dishes.
“I'm so sorry”. He whispers, visibly regretting what happened last night.
“We will talk later”. It's the only thing you say, before pretending that everything is going okay.
Suddenly closing the door from your apartment, you turn at him a little bit furious. And he's ready to take the heat.
“I told you to not come”. You hiss trying to keep calm.
“I said I'm sorry”. Resting his back against the wall, he crosses both arms over his chest.
“I don't care if you are sorry or not, Hank. You didn't keep your promise”.
“You asked me to look fresh, and don't do I, ah?”
“Are you fucking punking me? Seriously?”
Clicking his tongue, the man rolls his eyes standing up from the wall.
“Listen…”
“Fuck, no! Pick up your things and leave my house. Right now, Hank! I'm done with all these… club's dogfights for fun, and that you're incapable of keeping your promises…”
“I'm not gonna leave you after sassing me like you did last night, like no one has done before”. He's smirking at you with a proud smile on his lips. “You're the one for me, my other half, the only one who is brave enough to kick my ass”.
Puckering your lips and frowning, you kill him with your gaze, watching your the Mayan coming closer dangerously.
“Stop…” You demand him, not pretty convinced that you want him to stop. “Hank, stop…”
“Fuck, you looked so fucking angry, scaring the shit outta everybody around you… You should have watched the guys after you left. Bishop was shaking. The fucking prospect hidden in case you were coming”. His laughs flood the living room, while he cups your cheek onto his huge and rough hands. “And I… damn… I was really terrified”.
“Really?” You mumble trying to not laugh in the meantime he pecks your lips once and again.
“Fucking terrified hearing you yelling at me, so fucking enraged”. He nods slightly. “That was the moment I knew I wanted to marry you and spend my whole life with you, mi amor”.
“Really…?” You ask again, raising up your hands to his chest covered by a soft black flannel shirt. Your heart is about to suddenly stop.
“Really”.
Urging you to jump into him, with his arms interlaced under your ass, you surround his waist with both legs.
“Be my wife, mi amor. Please”.
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❛ THE WRONG BITCH ❜
Headcanon.
with Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz.
Request: Potter arrests cocos someone and coco is the last one to know about it, maybe a bit Angsty
BY ANON
Word count: about 850.
Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that! I'm sorry it took me too long, because it was requested on 07/31, but I had a break of Tumblr and then I didn't have any inspo to write for Coco.
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You didn't have any option.
A blonde man, accompanied by two other men wearing suits and sunglasses in the middle of the night, urged you to enter in a black SUV alleging that they worked for the DEA.
You didn't believe them until they showed you their badge.
The road didn't take much longer than twenty minutes, coming into a subterranean parking, to guide you to an interrogation room. Even if it looked like a normal room, with couches and a coffee table.
You were confused when they offered you something to drink and a hoodie, in case that you were cold.
The blonde man introduced himself as Lincoln Potter.
He tried to look like a kind man. Like if he wanted to be your friend.
But you knew exactly what he really wanted.
And he was pretty wrong if he thought that he could get any information about the Mayans MC.
“I want a lawyer”. You just said, having a sip from your coffee cup.
“That will not be necessary”.
“I know my rights, and I will not talk to you”.
“Let me offer you a de—”.
“Escúcheme bien, pendejo, you picked up the wrong bitch”.
At this point, he knew it.
Potter disappeared for almost two hours.
And he came back with something like a dossier. A thick one.
You were almost asleep when he threw it over the table, suddenly waking you up.
“What's that?”
You raised your eyes to the blue ones, watching him have a seat in front of you.
“All we know about Mayans”.
“Good, congratulations”. You replied, placing a hand over it to push it to his feet.
“If you sign a declaration, we will put you into a witness-protection program. You choose the country, the hospital to work in, the house and you will receive one hundred thousand dollars”.
You broke into laughter, covering your mouth with a hand, before getting up from your couch.
“You can't hold me there, but you already know it. So, fuck you”.
Walking towards the door and grabbing the knob, his words stop you.
“If you don't sign it, you will never practice medicine again. Is tu amor worth it?”.
“You can cut my wings, but never forget I have claws”.
The man smirked at you, before leaving the place.
Kevin was there.
EZ's cousin looked at you confused, coming closer to you.
“Do you need a ride back home?”
“Yeah, my adventure here is done”. You whispered rolling your eyes, having a last one look of Potter resting his shoulder against the door frame.
You talked to him, once in the car, about why you were there.
He told you about EZ's deal.
Of course, they were playing dirty with him too. But you assured him that you wouldn't say anything about it.
The crew was running through border Cali, trying to find you.
Coco was worried after calling you for almost five hours, without having a single answer, a single text back.
And you had to use Kevin's phone to tell them that you were coming to the clubhouse.
When the Mayans found you stepping out from a cop's car they already knew what was going on.
Coco ran straight to you, grabbing you between his arms to tightly hug you.
“You okay, mami?”
You just nodded in silence, turning to Kevin as he was leaving the place. Then, your eyes traveled to EZ's.
“Querida, com'ere”.
Holding your boyfriend's hand, you walked towards the president. He seemed worried too, caressing your cheek for a second in a gentle gesture.
“What happened?”
“Potter just… took me. Brought me to the DEA offices, close to the border. He showed me a dossier with all your deals, and… just pure bullshit, Bishop”.
“Did he threat you?” Tranq called your attention, making you shrug your shoulders.
“Does it matter?”
“Yeah, it does. We will talk with Galindo”. El Presidente added.
Licking your bottom lip, you closed your fingers around Coco's hand somewhat strongly.
“He told me that he would shit on my professional career”.
“Yo, mami… 'Am sorre'”.
“He will not, querida. Trust me”.
You did. You trusted him.
But Coco was screwed.
He couldn't believe that you rejected such a good deal just because of him.
“Papi, I can hear your thoughts”. You mumbled, turning over the bed to face him.
“I fucked up your life”.
“You didn't”.
Sitting up over a forearm, you placed your cheek rested on your palm. Your free hand traveled to the black strands of hair, tangling your fingers into them.
“What if they really end with your job?”
“Grace asked me to help her, and Vicky too. So, I don't care”. Puckering your lips, you bowes your head to catch his, in a soft kiss. “I can work wherever, but I can't live without you, papi”.
Coco kissed you again, wrapping you with his arms to bring you closer. You loved him more than anything. You knew about the risks when you two started your relationship. You didn't care. You would never care about it, if he's by your side.
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❛ EL PRESIDENTE ❜
with Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.
Request: Hey! Do you want to write something about young!Bishop ? 🤔 A story about when he was still in Stockton he fall in love with Riz or Taza sister who live in Santo Padre and he make the trip every weekend with reader sister.So his primo Marcus told him " Instead having like 1/2 of my chapter in Santo Padre every f*cking week, why not just open a chapter in SP" ? 🙈
BY ANON
Warnings: none. A little angst.
Word count: about 1.5k
Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!
Gif credits: to the author.
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You have an elbow nailed on the marble main bar, with your cheek resting over your palm and your eyes through the big glass in front of you. Anyone who looks at you could think that you're just watching the street and the cars driving by, waiting for another order to serve or for new customers to the cafeteria. But very far from reality, your thoughts are on your boyfriend. That mexican with a messy moustache, dark and deep eyes and always wearing his leather vest. He usually comes every monday, from Stockton, to Santo Padre just to see you for a couple hours. Sometimes, if you're lucky enough, he stays the night. But he didn't this time. It's been four days more without knowing anything about him, and you don't want to ask your old brother because Riz doesn't agree with this relationship. You know what people think about it. Eight hours by road of distance, a biker, a Mayan, a man who is always driving his bike from one side to another of the country, that only visits you one day at week (...). Seems pretty obvious. But they don't know him like you do. He's kind, he's sweet, he's attentive. At least, with you. And that is what marks the difference. But it has been almost two weeks and you're starting to be infected by these opinions, that even if you know that they just want to hurt you, they look real somehow.
Your boss, a nice old woman, places a hand on your back to caress it softly. She knows Bishop. She believes in you two, having a life together, and she knows that you're not okay.
“Do you wanna know what I would do?” Matilda asks. Turning your head towards her, you just nod in silence. “I would drive to Stockton to tell him what I feel”.
Taking off from a pocket of the smock a pack of cigs, she offers you one.
“Take a rest, darling”.
Grabbing it, you nod again somewhat gloomy. Getting out of the bar to cross the kitchen and use the back door to the alley, you sit over a towel of Coca Cola boxes, lighting up the smoke between your lips. And even if you want to contain it, your cry is stronger than you, coming out. The tears falling down and soaking the skirt of your uniform, with your hands supported on your lap, makes you bow forward with your eyes closed. You're so in love with Bishop, just to accept that he's not going to come back. Other times, he has called you. But every time you have contacted the Stockton charter, they have always given you the same answer: “he will call you, chamaca”. And, of course, you're trying to find out what you could have done to make him reject your calls. Why he doesn't want to see you anymore. After all, you deserve an explanation if he's going to break up with you.
Having a deep drag from the cig, you cross a leg over the other, resting your back against the wall. The smoke escapes among your lips like a painful howl, while your chest claims for some air to fill your lungs. Biting your lower lip in a nervous gesture, you start to think about what Matilde said, but maybe that could enrage Bishop.
“I think it's the first time I see you cry, in two years, and I don't fucking like it, querida”.
For an instant, you think that you're delirious after some days without sleeping more than three or four hours, when you turn your face to your left. The mexican steps out from his bike, taking off the leather gloves to keep them in a back pocket of his jeans, looking really distressed walking towards you. And then, your cry gets uncontrollably loud, throwing away the cig to get up, you practically jump into him. He holds you on air, sinking his face into your neck, breathing again.
“I can't see you cry”. He mutters looking for your lips, to kiss then shortly again and again.
“I thought you… didn't wa—want to see me… again”.
“Fuck, I don't want to live without you, preciosa”. He chuckles a little, hugging you as much tight as he can. “Mi amor… You have my heart, you have my all. I would do any shit for you, but leaving you it's not one of them”.
“Where ha—have you been? What have you… been doing?”
“I will show you tonight, okay?”
You just nod.
“Are you… leaving again?”
“Yeah, I have to meet my primo, but I will be back when your turn is done, to pick you up, okay?” He replies with a soft smile appearing on his lips, before giving you a last kiss. “I love you, never doubt about it”.
You know pretty well that clubhouse. Your brother works at Romero and Brothers, and you spend a lot of time there actually. But you don't understand why there are a lot of bikes parked in the front yard, or why Bishop has brought you to. Jumping out of his motorcycle, he places an arm over your shoulder to lead you to the inside. You recognize all the men there. Marcus, Oscar Ramos, Hank Loza, Neron Vargas, Che Romero and your brother. A little confused, you grab a beer that Riz is offering you before entering into the Templo.
“What is this?” You ask, referring to the situation.
“Well, mija, I thought that instead of having half of my charter every fucking week at Santo Padre, open a charter here”. El Padrino and Obispo are the only ones standing up, walking towards the desk to grab an impolut kutte from it.
Then, you notice that the rest are already wearing it, focusing on the patch of ‘El Vicepresidente’ on Taza's, ‘El Pacificador’ on Tranq's and ‘El Secretario’ on your brother's. When Marcus turns around holding the one for ‘El Presidente’, you can't help but raise an eyebrow. And not. You weren't expecting it. But seeing Bishop wearing it gives you a heart attack. Now, you're understanding why he was being so reserved, why he has been so busy. You aren't able to say a single word, hearing the man laughing because they know all that you have been doing for the club since ever. And what you have been doing for Bishop, not only loving him. Taking care of him in his worst, giving him the best tips ever, following him anywhere he's had to go. That doesn't turn you into his Old Lady, but into an important part of the Mayans MC.
“So, what? How do I look, querida?”
“Good”. That's the only thing you can say. The male laughs flood the Templo again, before your boyfriend hugs you. “Shit… I'm gonna kill you, Bish…”
“Enjoy it, primo”.
Marcus palms his back, proffering a gesture to the other men to leave the room and let you some time alone. You don't need to ask, but you already know that the other charters are coming to have a party. As soon as you're out of prying eyes, the man lifts you up behind his arms to sit on his new chair. El Presidente's one.
“I didn't… ask you, but… you want it? I mean… The idea of being ‘really’ together?” He asks then, noticing some hesitate in his voice, feeling insecure for a moment. Until you nod smiling, cleaning some wild tears running your cheeks. “I love you, (Y/N). I can't imagine a single day without you. I have never felt more happy than today. I have never felt so fucking anxious for starting a life ‘really’ together”.
“I told you that I would always be by your side, mi amor”. You say caressing his chest, and your eyes on his main patch. “You can… You know that you can stay at my flat until you find… another thing. Or… you know you can stay with me”.
“I already have a house”. Raising both eyebrows, you can't help but feel a little disappointed with the fact that he's not going to live with you.
Travelling a hand from your back, to a pocket of his jeans, he takes off a keychain to place it between both. Handing it on air.
“What?” You ask don't understanding what it is supposed that you have to do.
“Your keys”.
“For what?”
“To enter in our fucking house, querida? How are you going to do it? Trespassing the reinforced door?” Bishop breaks into laughs, watching you holding it blinking too much. “Did you really think I was just going to move there to be with you, and don't live together…?”
“But… But… my flat…”
“It's small to have like… I don't know, four kids and eighty dogs, don't you think?”
“Shit, I don't want eighty dogs”. You chuckle shaking your head, back to the reality inside the Templo.
“But fo—”.
“Let's start for one, then, we will see it”.
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HELLO, IT'S ME AGAIN! ✨
I'M BACK.
First of all, thank you all for your messages and for worrying about my health. I really appreciate it, you don't know how much. Since I'm back at work, I'm feeling somewhat ready to write for Mayans MC again. As I said this morning, I think maybe the lack of work was the main cause why I lost my inspiration, because I used to write these requests while working. Anyhow, I'm back.
I WRITE FOR:
EVERYBODY; including Marcus Alvarez, Miguel Galindo, Nestor Oceteva, Oscar Ramos, and Canche.
YOU CAN ASK FOR:
Imagines.
Prompts for drabbles.
Headcanons.
Prompts and headcanons are under /read more/.
RULES + ADDITIONAL INFO:
If you don't follow the rules, I will not take a request from you. Usually, people don't pay attention to them, so, that's the point.
I will only accept five imagines, five headcanons, and five prompts. If you see any of the lists crossed out, it's because I'm not accepting more requests for it.
I will only accept one request per blog.
Only one prompt per request.
I will only write a prompt / headcanon one time, before requesting make sure your prompt / headcanon isn't already requested. I will be updating them on every list.
To request, you have to tell me: Hi, Aurora / beautiful piece of art / my friend / my love / marry me / I've missed you / god bless your parents (always, good manners) + prompt list + number + character + seriously I love you.
Anons can't ask for smut.
Wash your hands, stay hydrated and wear your mask.
As always, thank you all for the love and the support you show me every single day. You're amazing and I don't deserve you ❤✨
PROMPTS:
We're in public, knock it off!
Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried! With Bishop Losa.
Come to bed. With Riz Ariza.
Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy.
Can you please come and get me? With Miguel Galindo.
How is my wife more badass than me? With Taza Romero.
Could she/he make you feel as good as I do?
And when she/he looks at me, I swear I can't breathe. With EZ Reyes.
If you don't kiss me, I'll slit your throat.
Don't you see that I'm trying?
HEADCANONS:
Kind of kisses.
Jealousy time.
Comforting.
Defending your honor. With the Reyes brothers.
Argument / Fighting.
Injured / Sick.
Hidden relationship. With Nestor Oceteva.
Saying “I love you”, without saying “I love you”. With Marcus Alvarez.
Any other of your choice.
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