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Angel Reyes x OC Lara Barrera Losa Ezekiel Reyes x OC Frankie Loza OC Lara & Dad!Bishop Losa

30 Day Fic Challenge (21/30)

A/N: Diving back into this world!! also apologies again for falling off posting these!

For a refresh, all the chapters are in the below link!

Chapter Index

TW: 18+, mentions of death, murder, blood. Angst, looooot of angst

Word Count: 3.7k

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Angel fucked it up. It wasn’t necessarily his fault, it was something embedded into his DNA, into the Reyes blood. But even besides that, the situation between Lara and him was complicated at best. She was the club president’s daughter. Their relationship was a secret. She had something going on that was clearly bleeding into the club that she never wanted to bring up or talk about. Then with Angel, being apart of what was bleeding into the club from the club's side and him not being able to talk about that, it was inevitable that the two of them would crack under everything against them. 

“You gonna tell me what happened?” Frankie was pouring a cup of coffee as Lara sat at their kitchen bar table drinking her own as she turned pages of her book. 

“With?” The girl didn’t bother looking up but it was clear she wasn’t really retaining the information on the book she was flipping the pages of. 

“Don’t box me out. I know you and Angel are fighting.” Frankie was following Lara’s suit, not looking at her as she poured sugar in her cup. 

“We’re not fighting.” She slammed the book closed and looked up at Frankie. 

“Right.” Frankie looked up with a straight smile. 

“In fact, there’s not a ‘we’re’, it’s over. Angel and I are done.” 

That made Frankie frown. “Wanna tell me what happened?” 

“You weren’t exactly the founding member of our fanclub.” Lara had an attitude. “Why does it matter?” 

“Contrary to belief, my feelings had little to do with the relationship and more to do with the fact that my best friend was hiding it from me, but again, I’ve come around to understanding why you did, and again as your best friend, I care about you and your feelings.” 

Lara sighed with her eyes closed. “I’m sorry, I’m cranky.” 

“No?” Frankie faked shocked. “Couldn’t tell.” 

“The inevitable happened.” Lara waved her hand as she fell back against the chair. “All the fucking club secrets, I deal with it enough with Bishop, but with Angel? It’s–” Lara paused not sure the word she was looking for. 

“The same feeling?” Frankie was now sipping her coffee after she finished that statement and her eyes were looking up from the warm liquid to meet Lara’s eyes. 

“Yea, exactly.” Lara sighed. “I tried to push past it but last night I just, snapped. We fought and I ended it.” 

“How’d that go?” 

Lara rolled her eyes. “I told him I couldn’t stand this–him, his lies, we had sex and then I broke up with him.” 

“I’m sorry– you had sex and then broke up with him?” 

“Weak moment, he was standing there, and we were all angry and I just kissed him.” 

Frankie nodded her head to the couch hoping Lara followed which she did. Lara sprung off the floor and dove onto the couch, face forward and screamed into the cushions as Frankie tucked her legs to her chest and settled into the couch with a chuckle and sip.

“You know what the worst part is?” Lara turned her head so that she could see Frankie, blowing the piece of hair covering her face out of the way. 

“Hm?” 

“He was shocked when I broke up with him, like he wasn’t expecting it.” 

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“So we banged and I’m about to light up my cigarette and she just says she’s done and that we’re over.” Angel’s voice was muffled as he stuffed his mouth with the breakfast burrito. 

“She said she couldn’t stand the relationship. What about that makes you think she wouldn’t have been breaking up with you?” EZ was leaning against the counter in Angel’s kitchen. 

“I don’t know–maybe the fact that she slept with me after?” He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. 

EZ smirked. “You’re an idiot.” 

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” Angel was standing, tossing his plate into the sink before he turned around to look at his younger brother. 

“I told you not to fuck it up.” 

“I didn’t fuck it up, how did I fuck it up?” Angel’s voice grew louder. “She knows there's shit with the club I’ll never be able to tell her.” 

“She’s been budding heads with Bishop about the same shit, it was only a matter of time that it was going to affect you.” EZ was peeling back his own foil wrapped breakfast burrito. 

“And you couldn’t like have given me a warning?” Angel’s eyebrows raised while EZ chuckled with a full mouth. 

‘Man, you really are an idiot.” 

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“I’m such an idiot.” Lara was still groaning into the cushions of her couch. “I’m gonna have to deal with both Bishop and Angel now.” 

“Speaking of, I think your shit is going down soon. Hank texted me that we both should be at the clubhouse in like an hour after templo.” Frankie was looking at her phone. 

“Yea, Bishop texted me last night.” Lara’s muffled voice made Frankie frown. 

“Before or after your fight with Angel?” Her curiosity seeping into her tone. 

“Before.” 

“Mmmmmm.” Frankie nodded her head as everything pieced itself together. 

“What?” Lara was sending daggers to her best friend. 

“Just makes sense is all. I’m assuming you asked Angel for details and he refused to give them and you spiraled.” 

Lara shot up, her body now sitting on the couch instead of laying horizontal. “Am I that predictible?” The whine in her voice already knowing the answer. “That doesn’t mean it wasn’t the right choice, ultimately, I can’t do secrets. I need full disclosure. It never would’ve worked.” 

“I think you knew that going into it.” That was what Lara loved and currently hated about Frankie, she was always honest. “Self-sabotage is the Losa family trait.” She was standing up now, her finished coffee cup in her hand, and phone in the other. 

“I feel like I owe you a co-pay or something.” Lara was slouched now on the couch. 

“Add it to my tab.” She was walking to the kitchen as she called out. “C’mon, get ready, we gotta go.” 

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“C’mon, we gotta go, we got templo.” EZ waved his phone and the message he got from someone in the club. 

“Since when do you get templo messages, prospect.” Angel was searching for his own phone. 

“It’s an all hands on deck thing, I’m not gonna be at the table, just there to do what I’m told.” He smiled in a way that earned him a shove but Angel was too preoccupied to care to follow through on it. 

“So what do I do when I see her?” Angel was making his way to his front door. 

“I don’t think it matters, Lara is gonna do what Lara is gonna do.” EZ was grabbing his keys and meeting Angel. 

“So you’re saying she’s going to be a dick to me?” Angel stood in the entry way as EZ just laughed and patted his shoulder as he squeezed by to walk out the front door. 

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“So I’m just supposed to be a dick to him?” Lara was looking over at Frankie who was in the drivers seat. 

“I never said that.” She lifted her hands in innocence as she pulled into the dirt lot of the clubhouse. “I just said when you’re a dick to him, no one is going to notice, it’s not like you weren’t like that with him for years.” 

“What do you think’s going down with The Calavaras?” Lara changed the topic. 

“Surprised it took you this long to ask.” The noise from the rummaging of her bag almost drowned out Frankie’s voice. 

“I’m dreading it, that’s why. Almost as much as seeing Angel.” The rummaging was being replaced by a thud which was Lara’s head against the headrest. 

“I think that shit’s going down tonight.” Frankie turned to Lara and extended her hands to grab hers. “I think after this, you’ll be able to stop looking over your shoulder and put that horrible horrible memory behind you and move on.” 

“Move on?” Lara was squeezing Frankie’s hands back. 

“Move on.” Frankie nodded. 

“I thought I moved on.” Lara took a deep breath. “And then that asshole showed up.” 

“You’re in the home stretch.” Silence overcame them both for a minute while they stared out at the shed that had an assortment of junk from each one of the guys and that’s when Frankie’s eyes fell on the oil stained rag that reminded her of the blood stained clothes Lara had when Hank brought her to her place all those years ago. “You know what I said that night is still true, right?” 

I’m sure he deserved it..it’s usually you or them.

“I just feel like I attract it, all this death. It’s linked to me.” Lara still had had head against the passenger seat's cushion.

“Its the life, babe. The life we didn’t choose, but nonetheless it’s our life.”  Frankie had pulled her hands away now, but still was staring at her intently. 

“Funny thing is, Frankie, I did choose it, again and again, I just keep getting pushed out.” 

Before Frankie could answer her best friend there was a tap at her window. She quickly turned to see her father. With sympathetic eyes she turned to Lara ready to leave her with some words of encouragement but she was already getting out of the car so Frankie did the same with a sigh. Lara was waving to Hank and then making her way to one of the couches on the club’s porch leaving Frankie to talk with her dad. 

“Everything alright?” Hank picked up on some tension. 

“Time will tell.” Frankie’s arms crossed before she moved her gaze onto her father’s. “Need anything from me?” Frankie understood the ins and outs of the club life, that she would only be given the information she needed, nothing less and certainly nothing more. It helped that she was who she was and she could accept it, living life on the outside didn’t bother her because she had a life on the outside. Lara on the other hand, her life on the outside consisted of trying to find a way in. Frankie couldn’t blame her, with everyone she’d lost over the years, it only made sense she was trying to fill that void with the last familial bond she had. 

“Nope, just you here, will let you know if that changes though.” Hank was tossing his hand over her shoulder. “Chucky brought in donuts if you’re hungry.” They were slowly walking to the middle of the lot before Taza was waving down Hank to come inside. “I’d grab one quick, before the rest of the guys get here, they’ll murder them.” He was laughing as he left Frankie to enter the clubhouse. 

As the sound of motorcycles filled the air, both Frankie and Lara turned their attention to the gate, they knew a few minutes were going to pass by before they were rewarded with knowing who it was as they weaved through the path that led people from the Romero Brother's scrap yard's front entrance to the clubhouse. 

As EZ and Angel’s bike appeared at the large green gate, Lara sunk into her seat a little more and prayed this went by fast and painless. 

“Brought you a breakfast burrito.” EZ was opening his side compartment and grabbing a to-go bag so he could hand it to Frankie who was still in the middle of the lot. At this point Angel had cut his engine and began walking towards the clubhouse. 

“Thanks.” Frankie grabbed the bag and placed a quick kiss to EZ’s lips before turning just as quickly to watch Angel and Lara. 

“This should be interesting.” EZ followed Frankie’s stare. 

“I’m wondering if we should take cover.” Her arms folded as she intently watched. 

“That bad you think?” EZ looked down at Frankie with a frown.

A scoff mixed with a chuckle left her mouth. “I think it’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better.” 

As Angel reached the top of the clubhouse stairs his eyes fell on Lara and all he did was nod in acknowledgement before entering the clubhouse. 

“That wasn’t bad.” EZ frowned in acceptance. 

Frankie looked back over her shoulder, her eyebrows meeting over the bridge of her nose practically. “You’re lucky you’re pretty you know that.” 

“Always judged for my looks, never my brain.” EZ faked being hurt, the line clearly being a lie since EZ’s brain was one that could be studied with his smarts and photographic memory. With a squeeze to Frankie’s shoulder, he began jogging to get inside the clubhouse with everyone else.

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The door opening alerted Lara immediately. Frankie had gone inside to eat with Chucky and leave Lara to her thoughts, it was obvious the girl wanted some time alone. But truthfully, time alone wasn’t what she wanted at all, she wanted to know what was going to happen. There had been no incident since the run in with the Calavara's patched member who knew the man she killed and the follow up note to really set in the scare, but that didn’t mean things weren’t happening that she wasn’t aware of. This was now a club issue, The Calavaras and The Mayans, not just a Bishop, Lara and Jesse issue. Although, thinking back, Bishop had enlisted the club’s help the minute he got involved, Lara was just naive to it since she saw it as her Uncle Hank, not a club president’s protector. 

Some days, Lara would go back and remember it all. The screams, the cursing, the blood. The coldness she felt as she sat there in the mess that she caused. She’d even go as far back as to remember why it happened, how the man treated her, why she ended up with him to begin with. That’d force her back even further, to one of the most painful things to happen to her, losing her brother, which ultimately brought Bishop to push her away too. Push her right into Jesse’s arms. That’s what she’d convince herself at least, but deep down, she knew that it was on her. She knew exactly what she was doing, and in all honestly, she thought the word would get back to her father and he’d come and snatch her by the arm and force her away from the Calavaras. But that never happened, and instead she just stayed because it was comfortable, it was the closest she’d ever get to her father’s life. 

Bishop on the other hand, always blamed himself. It’s what he was currently doing as he spoke to everyone in templo. 

“You’ve all been gracious enough to take this personal vendetta I have with The Calaveras on as your own, I know I’ve left out the details of why and what, but your trust in me is something I’m greatly appreciative of. Hopefully, this shit will be done sooner than later, I know living on edge like this isn’t good for anyone and it’s taken away from our other business. Again, for you guys to take on my mishaps as your own, I can’t repay you for that.” 

“We’re a family, Bish. We got you.” Coco said as he inhaled his cigarette. 

Bishop nodded and continued. “Got intel late in the morning that The Calavaras are going to be moving scripts from Lodi down to Tijuana, large shipment, probably stopping over in Dogwood to steer clear of any unwanted buzz. When we get that layover confirmed, we’re moving in. I want every Calaveras dropped, I want the charter to cease to exist.” 

“We gotta be concerned about any blowback? Knocking off a whole charter seems risky.” Gilly asked, hands folded on the table. 

“Mayans have history with The Calavaras, not a good one either, Mar–Padrino has given me the green light, did us the favor of making any calls. Other charters are on board. Sons, Bastards, even some of the local crews. 

“We got to be worried any of those crews are gonna tip us off?” Angel was fidgeting with his lighter, staring down at it as he asked his question. 

“With the beef these guys have with the Calaveras, I’d doubt it, we’re basically doing the dirty work for everyone.” 

The group nodded. “I called templo to let this group know this, the next alert won’t be for templo, it’ll be to move, I’m gonna need everyone to stay close for the next week until we get a date.” 

Everyone nodded again, some vocalized their acknowledgement. It was then Bishop slammed the gavel down and stood up along with everyone else. 

“Angel can I talk to you?” He called out which made Angel’s heart start beating a mile a minute. 

Did he know? Was he going to punch him? Kick him out the club? No, he wouldn’t have read him in on what was going down if that was the case. Or maybe he did because he wanted Angel to die for hurting his daughter. But he hadn’t meant to hurt Lara, if anything Bishop should be proud he hadn’t caved and told Lara club details.  These were all the thoughts that were going through Angel’s head as he approached Bishop. 

“Gonna need you to brief little bro in on this. Need all the extra hands we can get.” 

“Huh?” Angel was confused for a moment until he sat with what Bishop said for a few seconds. “Oh yea, sure, I’ll brief him on our way out.” Angel nervously nodded. 

“How is she?” Bishop asked more at a mumble now. 

“Lara?” Angel’s heart picked up again. 

“Yea, I know I’ve put you with her a lot, it’s because if I put Hank or Taza she’ll have a fit, Coco would just get high and Gilly would be glued to that fuckin’ playstation they have all day, with you, I know even if she gives you lip you can take it, and just mind your business after the back and forth.” 

“Oh yea, no, it’s no issue, Bish, happy to help.” Angel scratched his head nervously. 

“So, how is she?” Bishop was reaching in his pocket for his cigarettes. 

“Uhm,” Angel thought how to respond, “pissed.” Angel tossed his head back and forth. It was definitely not a lie. 

Bishop chuckled a bit and tapped Angel’s arm with a quick mumbled ‘thanks brother’ and began to walk by him until Angel stopped him with his next sentence. 

“Think she just wants to know what’s going on, I can tell she isn’t a fan of being on the outside since this situation seems personal to you.” 

Bishop nodded, his face falling into an annoyed frown. His frustration wasn’t at Angel, but it did annoy him that he was the one telling him what he already knew. 

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Bishop made his way outside, searching for Lara in the lot but when he caught her slouched on the couch he took a few steps closer to her. He didn’t make eye contact with her, just stared off into the lot like it was a beautiful landscape he was taking in. 

“It’ll all be over in a couple of days. Maybe then me and you can get a cup of coffee, talk things over.” 

That was his outstretched hand, his olive branch, his peace offering. 

Lara closed her eyes and waited for more, more detail, anything of what it would be. When it was clear Bishop wasn’t going to be speaking anymore she stood up and walked over to the stairs and did the same as him and stared out without giving him so much as a glance. 

“When it’s over, you can tell me where you want to ship me off to." Her eyes still not daring to look at him as she paused for a minute before continuing. "Let me know who's watching me today, so I can tell them I’d like to go home.” 

“Gonna have Taza take you, you’ve been pissing Angel off.” Bishop’s tone went back to frustrated simply by the girl’s reply. Little did he know that comment opened up way more in Lara than he knew. 

“Excuse me?” Her head snapped to Bishop, her glare practically burning into him now, completely opposite from before. “Pissing him off?” Her eyebrows raised in shock before she scoffed and made her way to Frankie’s car to wait. 

Angel was soon walking out of the clubhouse and making his way over to his bike before Lara swiftly stepped in front of him and muttered to him. 

“You told Bishop I’m pissing you off? Really? That’s how you’re gonna handle this? Run to MY dad? What, are you fucking five?” She barked at him. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Angel raised his hands in innocence. 

“I hate when you play fucking coy, what the fuck is your problem?” She was practically pushing him. “Grow the fuck up Angel, we broke up,” that part of the sentence was whispered but very pointedly, “if you want to get back at me, drop off a box of my stuff to my house, push up on one of the club hang arounds, unfollow me on shit but don’t use Bishop to get back at me.” 

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about Lara.” He was trying to walk past her but she kept stepping in front of him. 

Bishop had been watching from the steps, Taza joining him shortly after the fuse got lit between the two. 

“What’s their deal?” Bishop frowned, taking in the scene in front of him. 

“I don’t know but she seems pissed.” Taza was laughing. “Want me to break it up?” 

“Yea, take her home, and don’t tell her she looks pissed, I think that pisses her off.” 

Taza laughed again but agreed and quickly moved to not only take Lara away from Angel but also home where she could be freely pissed off in her own space. And while he did, Bishop took a minute to look at Angel who looked distressed, which wasn’t normal for him after a Lara encounter, he was usually snapping back at her and brushed it off his shoulders soon after. But before the gear in Bishop’s mind could keep turning over for answers, the door opened and Frankie came out laughing with Chucky leaving his mind to process what he saw later. 

[ravennaortiz]

A series showcasing the softer sides of our favorite outlaw bikers. These stories are not just only about the guys raising daughters but also about sisters and nieces. Some of these will simply be the guys stepping up even if their not blood related and the girl in the story may not always be with us anymore. Every story is labeled with possible trigger warnings! As always though 18+.

Angel -Angels stepdaughters surprise him.

Bishop -Snippet for What Huants the girl featuring bishops stepdaughte OC Katalina Moreno-Losa.

Chibs -Chibs welcomes his niece too Charming after problems arise back at home for her but not all is what it seems. AU based.

Coco -Coco prepares for the birth of his and OC Daniela's child. All while enduring hazing from her brothers and trying to cope with his own anxiety about being a good father.

Creeper- Creeper helps a lost girl find her mom in a park and is reminded of his own daughter who had passed the year before.

EZ-Protective dad mode is switched on for EZ at the local grocery story when an old lady oversteps

Gilly- After recently rekindling your love for one another the two of you navigate a surprise. This takes place after The One.

Guero- Guero gets his daughter kicked out of kindergarten

Happy - Happy struggles with his little girl growing up. Featuring OC Cori Lowman.

Jax-How Jax came to raise his sister Rocky.

Juice -Summary: Stormie's(OC) daughter Isabella (OC) has a surprise request for Juice.

Kozik- Kozik struggles with OC Karas rebellious ways following the death of her mom.

Manny- You find Manny sulking about his daughters new boyfriend

Opie- A trip to the mall with his twin girls has him self reflecting.

Tig- Summary: Quick glimpses of how Tig navigated becoming a widow and single father to his daughter OC Raven Trager.

Ratboy -A mix of AU/Canon. Rat defends Juices daughter when Abel makes some statements hat have her questioning her parents relationship and how she came into existence. *Sneak peek into a future story*

[kindnessisweakness2]

Coco Request from @your-space-brain!! I hope you liked where I went with it and again sorry the wait, I'm so critical of my own work it takes me ages to build up the courage to post🤦‍♀️

(NOT MY GIF!!)

Growing up being Bishops daughter wasn't easy. Most girls loved the thought of it, being so close to the MC. But Bailey Losa hated it. Don't get her wrong she loved the club, it was like one big extended family. But things that were simple to other girls, were never easy for Bailey. While all her friends snuck out to house parties and to meet boys, Bailey Losa stayed well within the protection and watchful eye of her father and his henchmen. If her father had his way she would be walking around covered from her neck to her ankles, never in sight of a horny teenage boy. Almost 20 years old and she still has to keep her door open if she had friends over. But you know what they say about strict parents? They create sneaky rebellious kids.

Coco watched as Bailey made her way around the club house collecting the empty bottles. The Friday night party was starting to get busy as it hit 10pm with More and more people starting to arrive. He couldn't deny she was beautiful. Her long hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her blue denim shorts hugging her hips and her smile. Her smile was the best thing about her. It'd been a week since he kissed her. 1 fucking week and she had consumed his mind. No one knew about their secret make out session in the small stock room behind the bar. She had been putting away a delivery, slamming the bottles in to place a little too hard after another argument with her father, when Coco walked in. He'd always had a thing for her and up until that day was able to pay careful attention to the OFF LIMITS sign above her pretty head, placed there by her hot head of a father. Coco would be lying if he said he regretted giving into the intrusive thought of pushing her against the shelves, hands twisting in her hair as he captured the soft lips of the Mayans Princess in his own. The mischevious glint in her brown eyes telling him she enjoyed it as much as he did. But that didn't mean he was oblivious to the looming shit storm he would be in the centre of if Bishop found out.

"Coco can you take Bailey home?" Bishops voice broke his thoughts and instantly he felt sick. Bailey groaned loudly from behind the bar. "Dad are you serious right now? It's barely 10.30." The look Bishop threw his daughter instantly told her not to argue. Anger was clear to see on her face as she threw the empty beer bottles on the bar top, not giving a shit if they smashed. Grabbing her bag she stormed past her father without a word. Coco sighed grabbing his keys ready to follow her outside, but Bishop called out to him. "Make sure she's safe brother, shes my world." Not being able to muster words Coco swallowed the lump in his dry throat and nodded. He made his way out towards his bike, a fuming but silent Bailey already having her helmet on.

The ride to the Losa Residence was completely silent. Pulling into the driveway, Coco cut the engine and hopped off his much loved Harley. Bailey raised her eyes at the tall Outlaw as he held his hand out for her. "Law breaking Gentleman, Huh?" She smirked as she let him help her off the Bike. She had liked Coco for a long time, but never in her wildest dreams would she ever have believed he would look at her twice. She knew how much shit he would get in if they got caught, but she would be lying if she didnt admit it made her excited. "Look i know you and your dad disagree on alot, but he cares y'know. Just cut him abit of slack yeah? Your his pride and joy." Coco tried to reason with her, but Bailey rolled her eyes. Standing on her tip toes, her lips brushed his as she looked into his eyes. "I dont want to talk about that. Lets go inside..." She kissed him softly, fingers linking with his. Coco let her lead him to the front door. Pushing her gently against the dark wood, his hands found her waist, lips leaving a trail down her neck. God she was like a drug. She pulled him in, made him feel euphoric. Every gasp that left her mouth was like music to his ears.

Realisation hit him hard when she broke away from him to unlock the door. Fuck what was he doing? He wanted her, there was no doubt in his mind about that. Not for the short term either. She could never be just a fling to him. Fuck no he could get easy pussy at Vicki's any time he wanted. But Bailey? She was all woman. The kind he could imagine siting up late at night talking shit with. Debating the stars, history and what they wanted from life. The kind that would make him want to be a better man. She was too good for him ofcourse, but damn he wanted her. "Wait." Bailey's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Coco resisted her trying to pull him inside. "Bailey, we...we cant." Hurt flashed instantly in her eyes, and it made him want to throw up. "Do you know how many rules I'm breaking by being here?" Coco pleaded with her. Tried to make her see how much shit this would cause for the both of them. But Bailey just smirked as she wrapped her arms around the worried Mayan.

"Rules? Im a grade A rule breaker baby.They are made to be broken. And havent you heard? Im the Princess, i get what i want. When i want. And right now i want you to take me inside and together we are going to break every rule in the goddamn book."

[drabbles-mc]

Flying In (2)

Mayans MC & Narcos Crossover

For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Amnesty/Day of Friendship: post a fanwork you started for any previous prompt but didn't get to finish in time & create a fanwork with a cameo of a friend's OC

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: I feel like this was just a little extra deep-dive into Lara and Chepe's dynamic. A little bit of a filler before we jump back into the most plot-filled parts of the story. Idk I just think they're fun. 🥰 As always, shout-out to Anj for letting me borrow her oc Lara Losa!

Chapter Index

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 She was fairly sure that she hadn’t stopped laughing the entire drive from Angel’s house to the hotel where Chepe and Gilberto were staying. She’d dropped both her uncles off that afternoon at a hotel that was just a little outside what was now her hometown. It made sense, because there was no way that Santo Padre would ever have a hotel big enough or fancy enough for either of them at this point. It was as amusing to her as it was annoying to Bishop. The permanent balance.

What she had found so amusing, though, was that they hadn’t even gone a full day before Chepe cashed in on the half-serious offer she’d extended about going out with him if he wanted to have fun and Gilberto didn’t want to go. When her phone had started to ring at Angel’s house she almost ignored it until she remembered who it might possibly be. And, if Chepe’s adamancy about going out hadn’t been funny enough, Angel’s absolute refusal to join was icing on the cake.

“What?” Chepe asked when he opened the hotel room door and saw Lara standing there by herself. “Your boyfriend too busy to—”

“Not my boyfriend,” she cut him off with a shake of her head as she walked into the hotel room.

Chepe chuckled, holding his hands up in a motion of surrender that he would never actually mean. “Claro, claro.”

“And I invited him to go with us but for some reason he’s convinced that you’re going to leave him dead in a back alley somewhere.”

Chepe shook his head as she spoke, like what she was saying was the most ridiculous statement in the world. And, in a way it was, but not for the reason that Lara probably thought. “I wouldn’t leave him dead in a back alley, Lalo.”

She motioned at him with a nod as she watched him pour whiskey into a pair of glass tumblers. “See? That’s what I—”

“That would be sloppy. What, he thinks I want to get caught?”

“Chepe,” she groaned as her head dropped back so she was looking up at the ceiling, “that’s not—that’s not the point.”

He placed one of the glasses in her hand. “But I’m still right.”

She tried to keep looking annoyed but she started laughing instead. “Yeah, you are.”

When he tilted his glass towards hers, she took the cue and clinked them together. She was waiting for him to toast something, but it never happened. Shrugging, she took a sip. It felt better on the way down than most the liquor she drank—Chepe could afford to drop money on alcohol that cost more than her rent. She took a moment to look around his hotel room as the warmth slowly started to creep over her. His alcohol cost as much as her rent and his hotel room was probably the same size as her apartment. She understood why her dad wasn’t a fan of the business they were in but in that moment she couldn’t help but to think it must be real fucking nice.

“You and Tío Gilberto get adjoining rooms, then?” Lara joked.

Chepe laughed, knowing that there were no doors connecting his room to Gilberto’s. However, that didn’t mean that the two of them didn’t still share a wall. Walking over, he used the hand that wasn’t holding his glass and he pounded against the wall three times. Before he even struck it the third time, both he and Lara could hear Gilberto’s annoyed yelling coming from the other side, the specifics of what he was saying muffled by the wall between them.

“Did you at least invite him out with us?” Lara asked.

Chepe made a waving motion, and it whether he was being dismissive towards Lara or her other uncle was anyone’s guess. “You should see him when we’re home.”

Lara laughed, taking another sip of her drink. “Yeah?”

“He’s on his best behavior here.” He easily downed what was left in his glass. “At home?” He shook his head, not bothering to say anything more—he knew his facial expression said more than enough.

Lara couldn’t do much of anything besides laugh at what Chepe was telling her. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe him, but it was so hard to picture when all she saw of her other uncle was how he always seemed to be when he came and visited them all for the short stints of time he was back in the states. It was usually business, or business-adjacent. Gilberto had never really made a habit of treating trips back home like vacations.

As she thought about it, Lara couldn’t help but to also think about the fact that she had never gone to visit them down in Cali. It had never even been discussed as an option. She understood why no one talked about it when she was a kid. But now? Now it hit her as she stood there in the middle of Chepe’s hotel room that there was nothing really stopping her from going. Sure, she might not have the money for a ticket right now but she knew that all she’d have to do was bat her eyes at Chepe and mention wanting to visit them in Colombia and he’d all but send a private jet to go and get her.

That was a discussion for another time. She was certain that she’d land herself in more than enough hot water with Bishop in regards to her uncles while they were all there. No use in creating problems about things that weren’t happening yet.

What was supposed to be a night out of getting into trouble ended up turning into the two of them staying in and catching up while raiding the miniature alcohol stash in Chepe’s hotel room. There would be plenty of time for going out and antics later. And, even if Chepe would never want to admit it out loud, the amount of traveling that he and Gilberto had done over the last few days was starting to hit him.

When Lara had mentioned that she was working as a hostess at a restaurant, the first question Chepe had asked, of course, was what restaurant. She told him the name despite the fact that he wouldn’t know what the place was. However it didn’t stop him from taking his phone out and looking it up while she continued to talk about the place.

“It’s actually,” she chuckled as she said it, pouring herself another drink, “a really nice spot.” She took a drink from the glass she’d just filled. “Way above my fucking paygrade.”

Chepe shot her a look. “Nothing is above your paygrade, Lalo.”

She laughed harder than she probably should’ve. “Says the guy staying in a hotel room that’s bigger than my apartment.”

“When do you work?” he asked, completely disregarding her statement. “We’ll stop by.”

“We?”

He nodded towards the wall that he shared with Gilberto’s room. “We have a meeting. Gilberto chose some place, but,” he waved his hand dismissively, “we’ll go here instead.”

Lara knew that if she was ever going to try and be nosey, now was the time. “Who’s the meeting with?”

Chepe sighed, like he wasn’t all that thrilled about it but it simply was what it was. “Obispo’s friend.”

Liquor almost came out of Lara’s nose at the statement. “Are you talking about Galindo?” Chepe gave her a confused look but nodded without saying anything else. She laughed. “God. Somewhere out there my dad just got chills.” She shook her head. “He and Galindo are not friends.”

“No?”

“No.” She took another sip of her drink. “I don’t know what their fucking deal is, but it’s not friendship. I’m surprised he still plays middleman with you guys, honestly.”

Now it was Chepe’s turn to laugh. “Like he’ll say no to Gilberto.”

Lara hummed in amusement, toying with the glass in her hand. “Yeah, what’s the deal there, anyway? The way Dad talks about him you’d think—” her sentence was cut short by the sound of Chepe’s phone vibrating against the counter in the kitchen.

Her nosey nature got the best of her as she craned her neck to try and see who was calling. She didn’t catch the name on the screen before Chepe swiped the phone, but she did see the photo that had popped up.

“Who is that?” she asked, eyes wide and smile wider.

“No one,” Chepe said dismissively as he shoved his phone into his pocket before sitting back down again.

Lara scoffed, collapsing on couch beside him. “Oh, come on. All these years and you never figured out how to FaceTime me but you managed to meet some girl on Tinder or something?”

He shook his head. “Tinder. I didn’t meet her on Tinder.”

“Where’d you meet her then?”

He put her into a playful headlock, managing not to spill her drink in the process. “Chismosa.”

Lara laughed as she weaseled her way out of his hold. “Runs in the family.” She paused, bumping her shoulder against his. “Spill it, Tío. You met Angel—fair is fair.”

“So he is your—”

“He’s not my anything,” she cut him short. “But if we’re all being nosey here, I think it’s only fair.”

Chepe talked his way out of it the same way he talked his way out of anything. It didn’t take much to get Lara onto a different track, the discussion moving onto other things. So much had changed since the last time they’d seen each other. More changes happened for Lara than him, as anyone would expect. It wasn’t something that he thought about on a day to day basis when he was home in Cali, but watching her talk animatedly as she paced around his hotel room, it hit him how long it’d really been. She was still a kid to him, but she was so much more grown up than she had been last time he saw her.

It was late into the night when Lara found herself back in the kitchen again, pouring herself what would end up being her last drink of the night. She chuckled as she slid the mostly-empty bottle away from her. “I shouldn’t drive home.”

Chepe chuckled but didn’t disagree. “Now who needs the Uber?”

“You’re gonna make me Uber home?” she feigned offense.

He shook his head, the expression on his face letting her know that she was being ridiculous. “You can stay here. Or make your malparido of a boyfriend come and—”

“Just because you keep saying it, doesn’t make it true,” she countered.

“If you called him,” he spoke, tone surprisingly level, “would he come get you?”

“Pfft,” she waved him off, “yeah. But my dad is essentially, like, his fucking boss. He’d be in such deep shit if he left me stranded somewhere and Dad found out I had called.”

“Mhm,” Chepe nodded but he knew better than to think that that was the sole motivation behind it.

“Why do you care? You don’t even like him.”

“I won’t like anyone,” Chepe said, so matter-of-factly before he laughed for a moment. “But he should still be good to you. Or the alleyway he’s worried about will be the least of his problems.”

“Tío!” Lara said with a laugh.

That was the last that either of them said about it. Lara was of minimal help as they transformed the sofa into a bed, but they still managed to get it done. Chepe was gathering pillows and a blanket, fully intent on letting Lara take the real bed and resigning himself to the makeshift one that would undoubtedly leave him with back problems in the morning. When he turned around, though, Lara was already sprawled out, trying to wrestle one of the cushions into doubling as a pillow.

Chepe laughed, not wanting to fight her about it. Instead, he threw the blanket over her and handed her one of the pillows. It wasn’t long until she was hunkered down and on the brink of falling right to sleep. Once she was settled, Chepe went and checked all the locks on the door and the windows. He turned the lamps and the lights off as he went.

He was about to lie down himself when he heard Lara’s phone buzzing on the coffee table that they’d temporarily moved off to the side. Just as nosey as his niece, Chepe looked to see who it was that was reaching out to her. He was surprised to see Bishop being the one in her notifications, although maybe he shouldn’t have been. There were a few missed texts from him, but before Chepe could even try to read what they were, Bishop was calling.

He answered without giving it a second thought. He kept his voice just below his usual talking volume, not that it seemed like Lara was going to be much of a light sleeper for the night. “Obispo.”

There was a pause, and Chepe could picture the confused look on Bishop’s face. His confusion didn’t stop the frustration in his voice. “Where the fuck is Lara?”

“With me.”

“Not good enough,” Bishop shot back. “Where are you?”

Now it was Chepe’s turn to be annoyed. “The hotel. Why do you need to know—”

“You don’t get to ask me that.” Bishop didn’t want to get into this conversation with Chepe. “When she wakes up tell her to call me. She can’t keep fuckin’ doing this.”

“I’m not telling her that,” he said simply.

“What?”

Chepe shrugged even though Bishop couldn’t see it. “I’m not telling her. Goodnight, Obispo.”

“Chepe!” Bishop snapped. “Don’t you fuckin—”

Chepe never heard the rest of what Bishop had to say, hanging up the call before he got the rest of the sentence out. He chuckled and shook his head to himself, knowing that he would be asking Lara what that was all about when they were both up in the morning. In the meantime, though, Chepe put her phone on silent and finally made his way to bed.

[bullet-prooflove]

Coming Up This Week - WC: 30/10/2023

Monday 30th:

UC!Series Part Two: Grit - Jubal Valentine x Reader - Jubal has to adjust to life without you and recalls the reason you ended up in Criminal Division.

Tuesday 31st:

Past Mistakes Part Seventeen: Seven - Mike Duarte x Reader - Joe sits down with McGrath and discovers some startling information.

Wednesday 1st:

Hurt: Chibs x Reader - Companion Piece to Dirty - Chibs reveals what happened with Althea.

Thursday 2nd:

Syria!Series Part 1: Syria - Beau Simpson x Reader - Beau is captured during a navy training exercise in Syria.

Friday 3rd:

Falling Apart (NSFW) - Nick Torres x Reader - Nick turns up at your place after his Dad abandons him for the second time.

Saturday 4th:

Washington!Series Part Two: Positive - Captain Joe Milius x Reader - You call Joe for the first time in two months.

Sunday 5th:

TheWall! Series Part Two: Ambush - Bishop Losa x Reader (feat: Riz Ariza) - Bishop discovers why you were out at the wall that night.

[lady-ella]

Bishop Losa x reader

Credits to the owner of the GIF

English is not my first language, so there could be some mistakes :))

Warnings: any, just some swearing

Chapter one

You couldn’t see anything, were you dead? It wouldn’t be so bad, you lost everything maybe you could finally be in peace.

Your head hurted a lot, you could hear some distant voices, where were you? Did they find you again? Or you will wake up in hell? Finally you could open your eyes, you could feel someone holding your hand, you looked in that direction and you couldn’t see who it was because you didn’t have your glasses. But you could tell that he was a mid-age man, he was talking to… a doctor. You were just in hospital, so they found you, but did they found them? “Did you find them?” Your voice was rough for your lack of speaking,for who knows how long. They both looked at you. The man got up from the chair, “Who?” He was puzzled. “My mum… and my dog… Did you find them?” Tears were at the corners of your eyes. “No. We didn’t know, we thought that you were alone…” How could they know, you were the only one in that van, without counting the driver and his ‘bestie’.

You told them what had happened, you described the cantine where you were, so maybe they could find them, but unfortunately you couldn’t without having a crisis, so they called the psychologist of the hospital. After the interrogatory, he said that he wanted you to be moved to the psychiatrist area. He said that you were suffering of post traumatic stress, well actually it wasn’t the only thing. They gave you some pills for sleeping and when it would happen to have another crisis they would give you a different medicine.

One day the man that was holding you, came back to see how you were doing. You found out that he was a sergeant of the intelligence unit, he’s name was Charlie Davidson, and he was the one that found you on the street and helped you. “We found the bodies of two of the aggressors, we think that the third one killed them because it’s their fault if you could escape. And doctor Smith said that you will be dismissed soon.” “Oh… it’s a great idea, I think…” You looked at him and he immediately understood what you wanted to asked him, “ I’m sorry, but you’re still a minor, so your father has all rights to take you with him” “BUT HE IS THE REASON THAT ALL THIS SHIT HAPPENED” You screamed, it’s his fault that your mum died, it’s his fault that your dog died, IT’S his FAULT that you got hurt. AGAIN! “ Please… I don’t want to go with him please, I’ve already told you, I can’t leave with him, I’d prefer die, and maybe I will be happy with them” your voiced cracked, you were going to cry, but you didn’t want to, you took a deep breath and calmed your self. “ I won’t.” “What?” He landed you a passport, you opened it and inside there was an ID too, but on them there wasn’t your name. “I have a friend in Santo Padre. You will pretend to be his daughter, and you will live with him.” If your body wasn’t still so sore you would have got up and hug him as you’ve never done before. “But I have to warn you about something.” “What is it?” “He’s the presidente of a motorcycle club, the Mayans” “And what is the problem?” “They work for the Galindo’s charter. They transport the drug to the clients. I’m telling you this, because I don’t want you to be scared. I’m not saying that’s the safest place, but I’m sure that you’ll like it after all.” “And me, the real me, what will happen to her?” “We’ll fake your death. So you’re dad will have another body on his conscience.” You laughed a bit, “He’ll never learn. I know him, he’s immature, and doesn’t understand a shit, I would be surprised if he cried”

So this is why you’re here on a bus going to Santo Padre. You had a flight from Chicago to San Diego, and now you’ll have other five hours on this cracked bus.

When you arrived, you asked some indications to find the clubhouse. While you were walking down the street, you were feeling as someone was watching you. You turned around and there was a hooded man walking behind you, he was the same on the bus, the same person that tried to touch your ass. So, what would you do if someone was walking behind you, looking at you? Well, for you there was only one solution. Run. So you ran and ran, your knees were hurting, you weren’t used to run before, and now with your conditions, it was insane. You were still running when at your left you saw some motorbikes, so you stopped abruptly and turned immediately left. You entered the gate and you opened the door and you leaned on it. You were panting, you were going to faint for sure. A Spanish guy arrived from your left, “Everything is okay?” You jumped a bit, “Yes… May I have a glass of water please?” “Umm, sure” You went to the bar, he landed you the glass and you drank it all. “Excuse me, but where can I find Bishop Losa?” “He’s in the templo with the others” He pointed to a glass door “Thanks” You approached the door and you were going to open it but he stopped you “No. Wait.” With your hand still on the door you turned to him “You can’t enter, they’re in the middle of a meeting.” The door opened and a lot of people came out of the room. They were tall and with many tattoos. One looked at you and he smirked, but you looked away, and you saw that in the room was still a man, he was looking at you intensely and a chill hitted you. (Before exiting the hospital you got your glasses back so now you can see something . )“Enter, close the door behind you and sit” You gulped and you did what he told me. On his kute you read ‘presidente’ so he’s definitely him. He lightened a cigaret “Do you want one?” “No, I don’t smoke” “ I’m Bishop, but I think that you’ve already understood that.” “Yes, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you” You smiled and he bowed his head as a response. “How was the flight?” “Hmm… good, I mean I don’t like flights but it was quite good.” While you were talking he would look at you and that made goosebumps all over your body, you shouldn’t react like this, it passed only a month since the disaster, you were still in therapy, and the doctor said to take your meds for at least a month. “What are you thinking about?” He snapped you out of your thoughts, you didn’t realise that you were staring in to the void. He looked at you like he knew well what you were thinking. “ Nothing, I’m just tired.” In fact, after that you yawned. He laughed. “Well, how does it sounds if I take you home little one?” ‘Little one’ no one ever called you like that, and it hit you really hard. “It sound as a great idea” and you smiled at him. One other ‘problem’ that you had was social anxiety, so talking to strangers it’s not so easy for ones like you. He got up from his throne and he was in front of you, you got up too, but your knees gave up and you fall but he took you with only one arm that was on your waist embracing you. One of your hands on his shoulder and the other on the chair. You turned your head and your faces were only centimetres apart, you could feel his breath on your face. Your throat was dry, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. It only lasted a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity. You looked him in his eyes and… “Are you okay?” “Yes, as I told you before I’m tired so…” “Got it.” You walked to the door together his hand still on your waist. “Brothers. I want you to meet my daughter Y/N Losa.” You wanted to sleep, the time zone was hitting you, but instead you had to smile and shake the hands off ALL of them. A torture.

You arrived home, ‘what a relief’ you thought. You got inside. It was pretty cosy, you liked it. You two went up the stairs. He opened the door and in front of you there was a king side bed. At your left there was another door, you supposed it was the bathroom and on the opposite side the wardrobe. “You’ll sleep here.” You frowned, you exited the room, there weren’t any other rooms, where will he sleep? “I’ll sleep on the couch. I can tell you that’s kinda comfy” He was smirking, so your mind went to some scenarios that you shouldn’t think about. You shaked your head. “Are you sure that is okay? I can sleep on the couch. I don’t want to steal your bed” “Haha, don’t worry little one. I would never let a lady sleep on my couch. Maybe there are some exception, but you aren’t in those. I left you some clothes to wear as a pyjamas in the bathroom. Goodnight querida.” And he kissed your forehead and he left. “Goodnight Bishop.” He turned his head and smiled at me. Querida… it sounds as a nice thing, but you didn’t know Spanish and you didn’t have a phone to search on it, so you didn’t know what he told you.

You took a bath, you changed your clothes with those that he gave it to you. It was a black t-shirt with the Mayan’s logo, and for the lower half he gave you his… boxer. Well, what can you say, you turned red as a tomato, but in the end you wore them. You went to sleep. You were so tired that you didn’t take the pill, but you should have took it.

In the middle of the night you started to pant and to lay around in bed. “Mum… Take me, not her me, kill me… please…Please!” You woke up in shock the memories of that night rushing into your mind. You got up to take a glass of water in the kitchen. You went down the stairs, but saw him laying on the couch with only a t-shirt on and his boxer, and the thought of a glass of water wasn’t important anymore. Something else came up to your mind, you could have asked him if he would like to make you some company until you could sleep again. You gulped and you approached him. “Bishop…” “Hmm.” “Are you awake?” “Well, now I am. Is everything alright?” You took a deep breath, “I can’t sleep…” you couldn’t see him in the darkness but you felt his stare, and than with nonchalance he just asked you: “Do you want me to sleep with you little one?”

Fuck.

[zaenight]

Crazy but she's mine ch4

THIS MAINLY GOES INTO ILLIANA'S PAST WITH A BIT OF INFORMATION ON JACKIE.

Tw :MENTIONS OF Rape,assualt,abusive living situations,abusive foster homes,drug abuse,overdose,seizure,etc.

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"Thanks frankie." Ez said to the cop.

"Don't thank me man,I could get into trouble for this,what do you need to know about this woman anyways?" Frankie said handing over a box of files,labled Camila Vincent .

"Thats for me to know." Ez stated entering his brothers home.

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"Man look at this shit."

Angel said grabbing a picture of a young Jackie,bruises around her neck and scattered across her face.

"Mierda" Ez said looking at more pictures,bite marks and bruises on the girls body.

"Camila "Jackie" vincent , Fourteen,Abused and raped by step-father,edmund Whitt." Angel read.

"Arrested at seventeen for beating step-father with a metal bat." he continued.

"Crap." Ez said rubbing his face.

"Camila "Jackie" Vincent filed a restraining order on ex boyfriend,Harlan Cortez, for

pushing her down the stairs after an argument." Ez read off of a file.

The two brothers read the whole box,now knowing why

the woman took no one's shit.

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"Illiana Losa?" an officer questioned as Jackie opened the door.

"Who's asking?" The woman said.

"Who is-" Illiana froze as she saw the cops.

"No! im not going back to that place!" She yelled as the cops entered the house.

"Your foster parents said you took some stuff and never came home." The officer stated.

"They didn't care two weeks ago,its my stuff anyways!" The girl exclaimed.

"Listen the kid figured out her father was here in santo padre , she just wanted to meet him." Jackie explained.

"Jackie please dont let them take me!,I wanna stay with you!" Illiana exclaimed as the

other cop grabbed her.

"I-what do I have to do if I want to adopt her or whatever?" Jackie asked the cops.

"Paper work, and have her father sign over parental rights." The cops explained.

"What are you talking about?,he didnt even know I existed,I ended up in the system cause they never found him!" Illiana said her heart racing.

"Obispo Losa was on the birth certificate and payed your mother child support,when she died,he was asked to come down,he refused." The cop said.

"He knew? He fucking knew!?" Illiana said,her voice cracking.

"Can you give us a couple of days to figure things out?" Jackie asked pulling a distressed Illiana into her.

"You have a week to get Obispo to sign away his parental rights,and another to make sure your ready to raise a kid,two weeks tops." The cop explained handing her some papers.

Kinda creepy,its like they knew she would ask.

Atleast she wasn't arrested for kidnapping , damn is she really doing this.

Looking at the young teen who looked like she was about to rip someone apart.

Yeah , she was going to fucking do this, because somwhere in that kid Jackie saw a bit of herself.

(honestly I have no idea how stuff like this actually works.)

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"Illiana are you sure?" Jackie questioned as as they pulled up to the clubhouse.

"Fuck yeah." Illiana said getting out of the car stomping up the steps kicking open the door.

"This kid reminds me of me,its scary, is this some kind

payback or some shit?" Jackie murmured getting out of the car.

Going into the clubhouse she noticed Angel and Ez looking at her.

"The fuck you looking at!" She exclaimed.

"You knew! You fucking knew I was your kid!" Illiana yelled pushing Bishop out of his seat.

"You little-" Bishop started.

"NO! im talking here,You fucking knew! what you pay my mom child support to keep her quiet!" Illiana yelled.

"Okay anyways sign this,give up your rights,not like you deserve them." Jackie said slamming papers on the table.

"Jackie's gonna try to adopt me,but she can't do that if you don't sign these damn rights away." Illiana told him.

"Key word : Try." Jackie said.

"Why did she put your name on my birth certificate if your just a deadbeat,why keep your rights if you weren't even gonna try to be a dad!?" she exclaimed.

"I had shit to do, I wasn't ready to be a dad,Few years later got married had a son,he died,never bothered with you,didnt want to ruin your life." Bishop said before picking up the pen signing the papers.

"Thats bullshit! my life is already fucked up,my mom stuck damn needle's in her arm or brought men home to fuck,you know how many time I had to lock my door or sleep in my closet because I was scared!" Illiana yelled.

"I just wanted someone to take care of me,and then I came back from school,she was just laying there,foaming at the mouth , a damn note , she-" Illiana said cutting herself off , her eyes rolling into the back of her head before falling to the ground.

"She's having a seizure! Put her on her side!" Jackie exclaimed rushing over to Ez and Hank who had put the teen on her side.

"C'mon kid your gonna be fine,you hear me!?, Call 911!" Jackie exclaimed her hand running through the girl's hair.

"I SAID CALL 911! DO SOMTHING GOD DAMMIT!" Jackie exclaimed as Angel rushed to the phone.

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Illiana lay on the hospital bed , soft beeps feeling the air.

"C'mon kid, you gotta wake up!" Jackie exclaimed softly holding her hand.

Illiana could hear her,but she was stuck in her mind remembering when she found her,found her mother.

*Flashback*

Age : fourteen 2 years earlier

"Mom! im home,you promised we could watch that one movie remember!" Illiana yelled .

"Mom!?" She exclaimed rushing over.

Her mother,Dina De' luca,layed on the floor, foaming out of her mouth,a needle in her arm.

"Mom,no! you promised!,you said you were done,you said"Im done with all that,Im getting help." Mom!? , wake up,don't leave me!"

"Don't leave me Mommy!,you promised you said everything was going to be okay!" Illiana cried.

And then she woke up,Feeling someone holding her hand,it was her,it was Jackie,the only person who hasn't let her down.

And Illiana knew,she knew that the woman who was currently sleeping while holding her hand,was the woman she was safe with,the woman who she wanted to call mom.

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A03 : zae_night

[imagineredwood]

“Please don’t kill him." "Nah, I just want to talk.” - Bishop

Summary: Your son's teacher had some negative things to say about Bishop, and neither of you are happy about it. Bishop is just a little more enthusiastic about making it known.

Pairing: Bishop Losa x female reader

Warnings: Mention of violence/fighting

Word count: 555

A/N: I'm a little rusty, but I'm trying to get back into it 💖

"He said what?"

Bishop's brows were knitted tightly, head cocked to the side as he tried to listen to you better. Of course, he had miss heard you. No way you had said what he thought you said. You swallowed as quietly as you could and reached out to stroke his forearm, trying your best to soothe him.

"It's nothing, Bish. Don't even pay him any mind. You know he's an idiot."

The President straightened his head and then took a step closer to you, eyes focused as he looked at you.

"What did he say?"

You held off for a handful of seconds before sighing and repeating what your son's school teacher had said at the parent-teacher conference this morning.

"He said he believes he's acting out and getting in fights because he sees what you do and he's mimicking you."

You tried to keep your voice level and quiet, not wanting to set him off. You had already given the teacher a piece of your mind, the older man's eyes wide as you had dragged him for everything he was worth. He had apologized profusely, maybe to keep his job or maybe just to keep his teeth, but the damage had been done. He had spoken down on your husband and that was something that you never, ever took lightly.

You had barely made it out of the school building when you had called Bishop, fuming and cursing, telling him that you were heading over to the clubhouse for a drink. He had figured the teacher had said something you didn't like, but it wasn't until now that you had finally repeated the exact sentence that had ended with you seeing red.

Bishop nodded slowly, silent yet his eyes loud as he thought. You rubbed his forearm, talking sense into him as best as you could.

"I already told him about himself, baby. It's all good. I let him know we weren't going to stand for that. I just wanted you to be caught up. You know I tell you everything."

He nodded slowly, tense shoulders finally settling some as you leaned forward and laid kiss after kiss to his bearded cheek. Your affection soothed him some, but his brain was still going, itching to track the man down and clock him at least once. That would be proving his point though, and that was enough to talk himself off the ledge.

He let out a heavy sigh and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling back and looking at you once more.

"I hope you made that mother fucker sweat."

You grinned as you looked at him, recalling the way his eyes widened and his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

"Oh, I did."

Bishop smiled himself and nodded, hands squeezing you.

"That's my girl."

The rest of the week had gone on without incident, your son promising to behave better and the teacher apparently not having spoken a word to him since. It was fine by you, the three of you almost having forgotten the disrespectful teacher until your son pointed him out after dinner one night. You had been paying while Bishop and your son went out to get the car, the teacher walking in the parking lot toward the door with his own wife. He'd been too quick, both of you having an exchange while you tried to hurry up with your card.

“Please don’t kill him."

"Nah, I just want to talk.”

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[vulgar-display-of-escapism]

'A Day's Work' - Chibs Telford drabble

Ok, this was originally supposed to be Chibs x Reader X Taza smut. Alas, Adelaide took over. Some of you know this little girl runs around in my mind all the time and vision of Chibs as a single dad is something I can't quite shake. Anyway, enjoy.

The tension in the building started dissipating as the sound of engines belonging to VM assholes faded away. When the air grew quiet again, Mayans and Reaper men all took a collective breath of relief and started filling out of the room, eager to get their drink on. Chibs motioned for Taza and Bishop to stay behind. “Tha’ coulda ended very bloody.” He stated after he emptied his shot glass. “Don’t do anythin’ stupid boys. So I won’t have to come back and clean up another mess.” “We didn’t…” Bishop started to argue, but was stopped short when Chibs stood in front of him and pushed a finger right into the shorter man’s face. “Listen to me, you little shite! Ye rule yer table with that fragile ego o’ yers and yer all gonna be dead within a year!” Bishop’s nostrils flared and his entire body tensed as if he was getting ready to tackle the SOA President. Thankfully, the feud was avoided when Taza stepped between the two men. “Chibs, this matter doesn’t concern you.” “Aye, yer forgettin’ - he pointed at Taza now - Old Friend, I’ve been there. With two presidents. Redwood nearly got wiped off the bloody map because of personal feuds handled the wrong way. Ye do what ye will, but mind my words.” A knock on the door interrupted what might have been another misguided remark from Bishop. Hap stuck his head into the room, “We good here, Prez?” “Yeah, Hap. Now, where’s my drink?”

About an hour later, when the fences were mended and egos sufficiently lubricated, Chibs gave his men the signal to pack it up. As Reaper exited the building and older Mayans followed them outside, Taza clapped Chibs on the back. “You sure you don't wanna stay and party for old times sake?” “Hell nah. Man was not intended to survive in this heat,” the Scott practically scoffed. Taza made a sweeping motion with his arms, “Then walk your old ass back inside, where there’s AC as God intended.” “And ride out after dark, when it’s cooler.” Bishop added, his good humor clearly restored. “Your favorite girl is gonna be here later,” Taza added with a knowing smirk. Chibs sat on his bike seemingly pondering the offer before sighing and saying, “Wish I could. Gotta get home to my daughter.” At Taza’s and Bishop’s raised eyebrows, Hap cut into the conversation, “It’s Disney night, Frozen. Addie loves that movie.” Had anyone else said that, a good, long round of laughter and good-natured ribbing would follow. Alas, when Happy was deadly serious like that, not one outlaw dared. The silence was cut by Montez, who said, “Prez, I could call up Tig, see if the little banshee can stay with him and Venus tonight.” And then he added, “ You know how he loves singing those songs around the house.” Hap and Quinn snorted in unison, but Chibs’ expression remained serious as he replied, “Aye, and then Venus will have my balls in a jar for that.” It was now Taza’s turn to chuckle, “So use ‘em while got ‘em?” After a moment, Chibs turned to his Road Captain and said, “Aye, fine. Just make sure to tell Venus not to sprinkle glitter all over my kid. That shite sticks to everything.” “Well, I wasn’t gonna say anything,” Bishop reached to touch Chibs’ kutte. “But it sure does,” with that he plucked a spec of pink and shiny off Chibs’ President flash. “Jesus Christ,” Chibs muttered as he dismounted. “You know, Old Friend, “ Taza hooked his arm around his arms. “We still don’t know which is more shocking. You knocking up the sheriff and co-parenting with her or Tig putting his crow on a gal with a huge cock.”

A little while later, Chibs was enjoying the god-given AC and nursing another glass of Jameson, passing the time before the girls arrived, when Hap walked over to him with their family-only burner in hand. “It’s Addy. She wants to vent about school.” “Christ, seven years old and already questioning authority,” Chibs muttered as he reached for the phone. Before handing it over, Hap chuckled and mutter his own, “I wonder where she gets that from.” By a way of replying Chibs raised his middle finger, as he snatched the burner with his other hand. “Hey, little warrior. How was school?” He asked already sensing the answer. “Stupid. Boring. Miss Courtney wouldn't let me read in class,” the sound of his younger daughter’s voice filled his head as she continued chatting and venting and everything in between. When he finally could get a word in, Chibs asked, “What were ye trying to read, sweetie?” ‘Um, The Witcher?” “Addie… Where did ye get it?” “I…erm… swipped,” she stopped herself, "I mean borrowed it from uncle Juice and auntie Tristan.” After a short pause, she added resolutely, “Without them knowing.” As Chibs massaged his temple with his free hand, he thought his baby definitely took after Althea, at least in the diplomacy department.

[garbinge]

Seen

Bishop Losa x OC Lara Barrera Losa (Father/Daughter) Angel Reyes x OC Lara Losa (quick interaction at the end!)

Day 21 from these April Prompts: A slight change in appearance

Summary: A little one shot of Lara and her pops, Bishop. I don’t have a place for this in my multi chap, Contaminated but there is some background from that story here. (You really only need to read the first two chapters but don’t really have to!)

Words: 1.8k 

Warnings: Angsty af. Daddy Issues. Mentions of murder and drinking.

A/N: This was pure coping for me, lol. 

​Contaminated Taglist: ​Using my Contaminated Taglist for this, I’m not sure where in the timeline of the multi chap this goes down but it does fit somewhere lol.  @est1887​ @minimel-fics​ @spnaquakindgdom​ @nessamc​ @alienstardust​@mrsstevenbuchananstark @hinagiku0​ @lyly00​ @drabbles-mc​ @lilac-tea-time​  @justreblogginfics​ @danzer8705

The night was early, but Lara was over being out and socializing. She had spent a majority of the night outside of EZ’s trailer with him and Frankie, just bullshitting the time away but now found herself walking back to the clubhouse. She hoped maybe Angel was back from whatever run he was out on and could take her home. 

The sound of Taza’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts, her head raised to see him calling her from the porch. 

“Lara!” His hand raised as if she wasn’t able to see him. 

“What’s up?” She answered him as she got closer to the steps. 

“Do you mind taking your dad home? He uh- he really isn’t in any condition to drive.” 

“Can’t like Uncle Hank take him or something, me and him aren’t really–”

Before Lara could even finish her sentence, the clubhouse door barreled open and Bishop’s voice was the only thing that could be heard probably in a 5 mile radius. 

“Heee-hey!” He called out and threw his arm over her and Taza weighing them both down. “My best friend and my daughter, what more could I ask for?” His breath reeked of alcohol, it was practically pouring out of his pours. 

“Lara’s gonna take you home, mano.” Taza shifted in a way to lean most of Bishop’s weight on him so it wasn’t weighing down too much more on Lara. 

“Nah, nah, nah, nah” He repeated over and over again like saying it the first time wasn’t enough. “I can get home, I can take my truck.” Bishop pointed to where he thought his truck was but was far from the correct location. 

“No c’mon, I’m gonna take you back home.” Lara started to move down the stairs. “Let me get your keys.” 

“In a bit, let’s go back and hang for a little bit, there’s still a lot of people here.” Bishop’s words slurred as he tried to turn back around. 

“Give Lara the keys, Bish.” Taza’s voice was firm but still soft. 

“Alright.” Bishop gave up when Taza gave the direction, his misogyny showing. 

Taza took over getting the man into the passenger seat of his truck, letting Lara stand outside the driver's seat fiddling with the keys. 

“He’s good to go.” Taza came back over to the driver's side to hug the girl goodbye. 

“Real quick,” Lara pushed off the car and spoke to Taza. “Is Angel here? I had to ask him something about the scrapyard paperwork.” Lara came up with an excuse that by reading his expression Taza bought. 

“Ah, no, he’s not here. Still out with Gilly. I can let him know you were looking for him once he’s back.” 

“No, it’s fine. I’ll find him when I find him.” She shrugged and turned to get into the car. 

“He’s practically knocked out, should be an easy ride home, once he wakes up at the house he should be good to walk in with little help.” Taza called out to her. 

He wasn’t asleep. Or he wasn’t asleep for long. Just after Lara adjusted the seat and mirrors to fit her height and was making the right out of the scrapyard he opened his eyes. He was still out of it, but he definitely wasn’t asleep. 

“Where the fuck am I?” Bishop’s voice wasn’t at a yell but it wasn’t normal either. 

“I’m driving you home.” Lara’s voice was dull, just giving information not trying to poke the bear. 

His head snapped over to his daughter, taking in the site of her driving his car because he was too drunk to drive. His head fell back against the head rest and he closed his eyes, slightly ashamed at everything. 

“You, uh.” He sat up now, adjusting his posture in the seat. “You look different. You got” he moved his hand up to point towards his head. “You got new glasses or something like that?” 

“Something like that.” Lara responded. 

“Alright.” Bishop snapped. “I know I was a failure of a fuckin’ father.” Bishop spit out one of the most harsh sentences. “I got one kid dead and the other doesn’t even wanna talk to me.” 

The emotion was bubbling up in him, the drunkenness making it worse as his words slurred and he stuttered to find the things he wanted to say. 

“I know you hate me.” 

That sentence felt loud and clear. 

Lara’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as she got uncomfortable, she felt like a kid again, helpless, hopeless. 

“I was an awful father.” He was repeating the same things over and over again. “I pushed you away, I pushed your mom away, I pushed Antonia away. I lost Aiden, I lost your mom, I lost Antonia. I’m losing you.” 

“I didn’t realize I bought tickets to the pity party.” Lara spoke out, not wanting to sit in the uncomfortableness of everything. 

Bishop didn't say anything, just leaned against the passenger side window. 

“You weren’t a shitty father. You did what you thought was right.” Her voice was firm but she was trying to comfort him. 

“No. I was. You fuckin’ hated me. You left, you went off and moved in with some fuckin’ piece of shit. Only need me to clean up your dirty work.”

Lara knew he wasn’t trying to direct that anger on her or at her, he thought he was just shitting on himself but in the process, he was bringing his daughter down with him. Those words cut Lara deep. But the next ones cut deeper. 

“I’m just your piece of shit father. President of a fuckin’ MC, a goddamn gang. I’m the president of a fuckin’ gang and my daughter is a murderer.” 

My daughter is a murderer.

Lara tried to swallow the pain that came with that sentence but she felt it coming back up her throat. She tried to forget about the traumatic events of what was self defense towards her ex but every so often they found a way of sneaking back in, but all on her own account. Never her fathers. She pulled into his driveway now, what felt like hours of hearing Bishop shit on himself and now Lara was only 15 minutes from the clubhouse to his home. 

“We’re here.” Lara said, still monotone as she stepped out of the car and moved over to his side of the truck to guide his drunk being inside.

“Who's taking you home?” 

The sentence offered a moment of something, relief might have been too generous of a word but some hope for better conversation until Bishop shattered it with his next ones. 

“Cause you’re not fuckin’ stayin’ here.” 

Again, he was in his own pity party and he was dragging Lara down with him whether he knew it or not. 

“Look, you either got to move the fuck on or shut the fuck up.” Lara was over this, she wasn’t a kid anymore, she wasn’t going to take this. 

“Ge the fuck out of here.” Bishop snapped right back at the girl. 

Lara was now standing in the driveway staring at her father who barely could hold himself up when she nodded her head and took a step back. 

“Aiden might be gone for good. But I’m here. All I’ve ever wanted was to be here. I left because you made me. You pushed me out. I’ll get the fuck out of here, no problem. Because, hey,” Lara shook her head and smiled through the tears, “that’s what we do best, Dad. You push people away and I’ll just keep running away.” Her feet moved to walk away from him, not wanting to let him get another word in but his arm extended out to grab her. 

“Don’t!” She yelled out the first word. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” The volume of her voice lowered but it was pointed and said between her gritted teeth. 

 Bishop was quick to retreat to the house, turning off all the lights which left Lara sitting at the curb crying in the dark as she pulled out her phone.

“Hey, I was just about to call you. We just got back to the club.” Angel’s voice was chipper. 

“Can, can you come pick me up?” Lara got the sentence out through sobs. 

Angel’s voice immediately turned from chipper to worried, “Are you okay?” 

“Yea, I just need a ride. I’m at my dads.” Lara wiped the tears and took a deep breath in followed by a few sniffles. 

“I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” 

_____

Lara expected to hear a motorcycle pulling up in front of the house but was shocked to see Felipe’s truck with Angel in the driver’s seat before he threw the car in park and hopped out to help her up off the curb. 

“You aight?” Angel asked as his hands met hers and brought her back into a standing position.

“Why didn’t you bring the bike?” Lara didn’t let go of his hands. 

“You didn’t sound like you were in the state to ride, plus didn’t know if this was more of a stealth pick up thing.” He pointed to Bishop’s house. 

Lara nodded as he helped her into the passenger seat and made his way back over to the driver’s side. Once he was in the car and situated, he looked at the girl. He wanted to ask her what happened but he noticed there was something different about her appearance, something small, but he put his finger on it immediately. 

“You cut your hair.” He said it with a smile. 

Lara looked back at him with frown and a smirk peeked through her tears. 

“You noticed?” 

“Yea it looks good.” Angel nodded and moved to place the car in drive. 

Angel wasn’t the type to notice things like that, and Lara really wasn’t one to care much either, but after the start of her conversation with her dad, this felt like some type of universal sign. She felt wanted. She felt safe. She felt seen. 

That’s all she really wanted. To feel seen. 

[ravennaortiz]

Okay maam!!! I got one for you!!! 🌙 I gotta know!!

Oooooo!!!!! This is a good one!

From the October writer themes asks.

🌙 moon: do any of your OCs have dark backstories or secrets they’re trying to keep?

I actually have a few of my OC's that fit here to be honest. Sooooo I'm going to list them all and I'll link the character boards and stories.... I apologize in advance for the length lol.

Katalina Moreno-Losa: She features in a WIP I'm working on called What Haunts the Girl (I'll link some snippets below). She is the lone survivor of a vicious assault on the Losa household when the club is out on a run. The reason for her "survival" is a major plot point so I don't want to give to much away but it does involve a love interest that neither Bishop or her mom knew about. But she spends two years being kept captive( drug addiction forms, beaten,rape) before escaping and making her way back home. Very angsty but will have a happy ending!

Snippet 1 Snippet 2

Widowmaker: She has multiple identities and desperately wants to keep them secret which is hard to do due to a certain hacker and later a certain ATF agent. She works with the clubs/crime organization and they just assume she is a dirty small town cop who goes by Lexi. Events in her childhood greatly influence the course of her life. This story showcases nature vs nurture. She features in a WIP called Keep My Secret with Juice that revolves around the later seasons of Sons of Anarchy

Snippet

Stormie Rayne Epps: Her childhood was rough. Verbal and physical abuse, her mom died and her brother Kip(Half-Sack) left for the army. This left her with her dad who eventually sold her to a friend of his who raped her and eventually got her pregnant. She ran away at 15 and had the baby. The guy tracks her down over the years and eventually he gets put in jail right around the time Stormie tracks her brother down. She packs her little girl up and goes to Charming where she slowly learns her worth and what a healthy and loving relationship is like. The story she is in is an ongoing multi chapter one

Sunshine

Chloe Morrow- . She is a ....serial killer to be honest. She doesn't like to do it but she will if anyone she loves is threatened. Between the 3 stories that are out with her in it you can account for at least 2 bodies....one of those being her dads. She also has her sites on the head of the table........

Secret Part 1 Part 2 Crime Scene

Cori Lowman- She knows what happened to her dad and has never told the club. She seeks her own vengeance but follows heavily in her dads footsteps by becoming a killer for hire.....for the Mayans. Which puts some members of the SONS in peril. I have 5 stories out with her right now but these 2 give the most direct aspects of her story line :

Revenge and Avenging Angel

Morgana Telford: Her story is set in an Alternate Universe- Supernatural( vamps,werewolves etc). Her mom sends her to Charming in the hopes her uncle can get her back on the path of their ancestors. The problem is while doing this they have to make sure no one finds out her current form as it could have deadly consequences.

Thank you for asking!

Love R!

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Mayans MC Cowboy AU

Trouble

Pairing: Cowboy!Bishop Losa x Female!Reader

Summary: Your father's wrapped up in dodgy dealings, and Bishop has come to collect. Your dad doesn't have the money, but that's alright. Bishop's willing to wait.

A/N: Just a little something cause I'm obsessed with the idea of outlaw Bishop out in the ol' west.

- - -

Your heart hammered hard, steadily replacing the pistons that had ceased to chuff when the train ground to a halt. The brakes had screeched on like a shot horse and soon a din rose in the air as everyone whispered and tried to work out what had happened. 

One minute you had been sitting slyly itching at yourself, complaining about trivial matters; You didn’t want to wear the silly scratchy dress, you didn’t want to go meet your fathers horrible old friends, you didn’t want to trek across the country on a speeding train. The next thing you knew you were left gasping as men flooded into the cramped carriage like roguish pirates. 

They crashed in, barrelling through windows and doors, grinning wildly as they held your fellow passengers at gunpoint. Cigar smoke and gun powder filled your senses and you could’ve sworn the lace curtains on the windows were wilting in their presence. You’d never seen men like them in your life, big brutes all clad in leather and bandoliers, they were the stuff of nightmares and scary stories. They were terrifying. 

“Everyone settle down, we’re not here to cause trouble for you all. We got a bone to pick with one man and one man only,” a booming voice declared. 

Your eyes shifted to the source of the call and you froze as he stalked forward through the throng of passengers and bandits and into view. He was a stocky man, his square jaw stood out to you, that and his thick dark moustache and fiery eyes. You sucked in air through your teeth as you regarded him, realising you’d seen him before. You squinted in recognition. 

The man from the wanted posters that littered the surrounding towns like tumbleweeds. Bishop Losa. The outlaw and his band of Mayans. 

“Ah, here we are,” he grinned, his eyes seemingly landing on you and your father. 

Oh heavens! Surely not? 

People murmured and watched as he made his way to your table, his boots were rattling the wood as he walked. Bishop commanded the carriage, everyone sat stock still as they watched him, as they looked around at the gunmen holding them in their seats. They were all scared to death, none of them attempting to move or draw attention to themselves should they find themselves at the mercy of a dirty metal barrel. 

There was so much happening, your brain was running at a hundred miles an hour trying to comprehend  what this man could possibly want with your family. With your father. 

“Mr.Doe! You look surprised to see me,” Bishop chuckled humorlessly. “You really thought you could get away with it didn’t you? Hm? Tell me, did you think I really wouldn’t seek retribution?”

Your father clenched his jaw and stared up at him defiantly. He must’ve been the only passenger in the carriage that could bear the weight of the outlaw’s gaze. Your mouth hung open as you watched them stare each other down and you furiously wondered what on earth your father would have done to upset the outlaw. How on earth were they even connected? 

Your father was a banker for crying out loud, he spent his days at work and his nights at home grumbling and upholding order. He’d sooner pour over his bible than pour a drink and you were quite sure he’d sooner cut his hands off than place a bet or touch a woman he wasn’t married to. Given this, it seemed impossible that he’d be mixed up with a man like Bishop.

“What do you want?” Your father finally ground out. 

“All business, hmm? Well, let’s get into it then. What do you think I want?”

Bishop hiked his boot up on the seat next to you and made you Yelp. Your screech drew his attention and you shrank away from him as you locked eyes, quickly diverting your gaze. You whimpered as you felt his hand graze your shoulder and twirl into your hair, praying for it all to end. Praying he’d take his coin or whatever it was he wanted and presumably ride off the same way he came. His warm touch was making your flesh burn, scandalising you with his boldness. 

You’d never been touched by another man like this. No one would have dared, especially not in front of your father. 

“I can get you whatever you want, Mr Losa. Just, please…leave my family out of it,” your father breathed, his voice going soft as he spoke of you. 

“Oh, how sweet. A concerned father looking out for his daughter. You put on such a good show Harry,” Bishop snorted. “Very well then, let's have that be the last of the pretence. I want the money. I want every single damn cent!”

You gasped as Bishop gripped his hand around your arm and dragged you toward his chest. It was when you saw the big gun that he gripped in his worn hand that you screamed, screamed as you realised it was being pointed up against your throat and toward your head. He was going to shoot you if he didn’t get what he wanted, you realised with horror. 

The warm metal felt like a hot iron, it felt like it was scalding you, you wanted to scratch and scrape to get away. You wanted to scream and shout. Though you knew better than to anger the bandit while he had a gun to your head. He’d be more than happy to dispatch you, you thought. 

“I don’t have that sort of money on me Bishop,” your father growled, his voice sounding strained.

This was the most rattled you’d ever seen him. Through your hot tears you saw his face twist with horror and you whined out, hoping that he could fix this. You prayed Bishop would just take whatever he had and be satisfied with it. How much money could he really be expecting from a man like your father. 

“I thought you might say that,” Bishop smirked, nuzzling his scratchy face against yours. “Which is why we’re going to have a trade. In two weeks you’ll meet me at midday at Blood Gulch. You come alone or you lose your chance.”

A trade? 

You frowned, watching on confused at your father cast his wary glance from Bishop and toward you, looking furious. What was he going to trade, you wondered, what could he possibly have that your father would want?

“Bishop please, you can’t take her, I-”

“I can do whatever the hell I want! I’m the one with the gun here,” Bishop thundered “Now, do we have an understanding?”

Your face paled as you realised exactly what Bishop intended to trade. He was going to take you. He was going to take you and keep you locked up for two weeks with all of his horrid entourage snapping at your heels. You could only guess at what depraved notions those men would have about you, and though you knew your guesses would be tame in comparison, you didn’t like them.

“Please,” you whimpered, “Please don’t take me.”

“Shh, darling, this’ll all be over soon. As long as your daddy agrees to my deal, no harm will come to you,” Bishop murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

Your father growled and slammed his fist on the table, looking away from you both and out of the window searching for an answer in his head. Clearly, he didn’t have any. He sighed and hung his head, eventually nodding slowly.

“I promise, I will do as you wish. Though I expect that in the time leading up to our meeting you will leave my daughter unharmed…and unspoiled,” he said, gritting out the last part. 

You gasped as you processed what he said and in your haze of anger you lost yourself as you were led out of the carriage and toward a big brutish horse. It huffed out at you both as you approached, knocking you back to your senses. Suddenly you’d realised the gun had been removed from under your chin, the phantom of it still burned at you, but it was gone. 

He surely couldn’t shoot you now if he needed to trade you. 

You yelped and started running, digging your boots into the sand and making a break for it. You panted, scampering your way across the desert plains, ready to run all the way back to civilisation if you had to, but all too soon you were stopped short. 

One of Bishop’s big men latched his arm around you and you gasped as you brought to the ground with a jarring thump. You screamed out, kicking your legs, trying to scratch his arms, though the lanky man didn’t let up. At least not until he’d tied your arms to your sides with a length of thick scratchy rope that only dug in worse as sand filled the cords.

“Get off of me you monster! You will unhand me at once, this is inappropriate you fiend! Get off,” you yelled.

“Callate!” The stranger shouted, startling you.

You were pretty sure that it was Spanish and you were convinced he was telling you to be quiet. Though, you had no way of knowing. You glared up at the man and cursed him, cursing his braids, cursing his tattoos, cursing his glowering eyes. How did he have the nerve to treat you like this?

“Easy, Coco. Here, hand her over,” Bishop grinned. “This one seems like trouble.”

“No! No you- you- you heathen! I’m not an object, do not hand me to anyone,” you shouted, trying to wiggle against your bonds to no avail. 

“Oh darling, you’ll be whatever I tell you to be,” Bishop said, drawing you to him and dragging you back to his horse. “The sooner you learn your place, the sooner things get a lot easier for you girl.”

“My place! My place is back with my father, you must let me back, you have to-”

You were cut off as Bishop used your ranting as an opportunity to force a scarlet bandanna between your lips and tied it around your head. You yelled out, utterly affronted at what he was doing to you, in complete disbelief that he had the nerve to gag you. Who the hell did he think he was?

“I do not have to do anything that you say, in fact it’s quite the opposite. Let's straighten things out, shall we girl? The name’s Bishop Losa, you will treat me and my men with the same respect as you treat your father or you’ll come to regret it. Now, when I say you’ll come to regret it, I don’t mean I’ll make you miss a meal, I mean that you’ll get the strap. For now, I want you to stay on the horse and don’t try anything stupid,” Bishop huffed out, lugging you onto his horse. “Do I make myself clear, Miss Doe?”

You widened your eyes at his threat and breathed hard against the gag, shocked that he’d threaten you with something so sever. Where was his humanity? You surveyed his worn face and honey eyes, begging for him to change his mind, looking for him to have a scrap of decency. Though, soon it became clear that you would be waiting a long time.

You nodded, relaxing atop the horse and bristling again when Bishop jumped up behind you and smothered you against his chest. You were tied up, you would have to wait till your next chance to escape, for now you would have to do as he said. 

You had no choice.

“I’m glad we could reach an understanding Miss.Doe,” Bishop smirked, pulling the reins and yelling out to the horse. “I look forward to spending some time with such a lovely smart lady such as yourself.”

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Okay, okay, Dany, okay I have to get on the baby train with our daddy in chief Bishop 👀

All aboard the baby train, toooot toooooooot 🚂

Warnings: Some angst, mostly fluff

Bishop has sort of given up on the idea of being a father

So when you tell him that you're expecting, he's stunned

And he's fucking thrilled

There's a ridiculous party at the clubhouse

Well, there are a lot of ridiculous parties at the clubhouse, baby shower included

You better bet the guys get the kid one of those little plastic ridable motorcycles, regardless of it being a boy of a girl

Whether Bishop wants it to be a boy or a girl, he honestly can't decide

Some days, he wants to bring his son up in the club; other days, he wants a little miniature of you

Regardless of the sex of the baby, a little kutte will be made.

If he tears up the first time he holds his child, he'll never admit to it (but he does).

Once the baby is there, Bishop starts getting even more careful.

He shuts his bike off down the street and rolls it up the block to keep from waking the baby up.

He has a prospect or Coco or EZ check in on you at least once during the day, just in case you or the baby needs something

Bishop doesn't stay at the clubhouse as late to spend time with you and the baby

He initially keeps his beard pretty short, but once he realizes that the baby enjoys it for stimulation, he grows it back out a little more

(You never complain about it, either)

He's not the first to volunteer to change a diaper, but he'll do it if you give him the puppy eyes

He's happier to be the one to feed, and to burp the baby.

He's almost always home in time for the baby's bedtime

He does not like to get up in the middle of the night if the baby wakes up, but if you reach back and whack at his arm, he'll go.

And yeah, sometimes he'll get the baby back down and in their cradle, and then he'll fall asleep in the rocking chair in the baby's room

In the morning he'll have a hell of a crick in his neck and grumble about it.

And you'll give him a little neck massage and say, "Alright, papa. Go shower."

Bishop grins, sliding his hands over your hips. "Wanna come with me?"

"We can't both shower, Bish."

"The baby's still sleeping."

"Mm, and if they wake up in the middle of the shower? Which one if us is going to break our necks getting out? Because I'd rather it be neither of us. Now go, Losa."

You nudge him away and wait until he's turned around to slap his ass.

He grins at you over his shoulder.

And when he's halfway down the hall and the baby starts crying, he steps into the nursery without a word, or without being asked to.

Because yeah, it's not always perfect, but he's so fucking happy to be a dad.

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Mayans M.C Masterlist

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Reyes Brothers

Nowhere to Go, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8- Angel had hurt you before so what was causing you a little more pain now to avoid a future of hurt? 

Obispo “Bishop” Losa

I Want You (18+)- You aren’t his to have but he sure wants you, you keep your thoughts about him buried until you go to bed at night.

Broken Bells- Annabelle’s life has been anything but easy. Just when she finds a sense of peace in the desert town she gets slammed back into a life full of conflict and men who ride motorcycles for more than just a little fun.

On Hiatus - May resume/ rework after final season airs?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7,  Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 (18+), Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18,

Neron “Creeper” Vargas

Unexpected Blessings, Part 2- An unexpected late night encounter brings out Creepers soft side and flips two unsuspecting worlds upside down.

Familial Persecution- Creeper loves you more than anything and sticks by your side while you deal with the death of your father but your family does not approve.

A True Gem- Everyone thinks you’re eccentric but Creeper embraces your quirks. 

Inked (18+)- There’s a mutual attraction but the admiration for your tattoo’s is what brings you together.

Marshmallow Dreams- What happens when you mix a Cali boy and wintery New York? The risk of frostbite and hot cocoa with too many marshmallows.

Parental Guidance- A daughter’s first date is a father's worst nightmare.

Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes

Coffee Connections- It is an unspoken rule to never be late for the first date. 

Getting Old (18+)- While a back injury causes you to have an existential crisis, Ez has other plans for you.

The Way We Get By, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5- Working at Vicki’s was just a way to put yourself through law school and keep food on your table. (18+)

People Watching- If he is the one to interrupt your peace while hiding away from the party downstairs then you’re okay with that.

 Johnny “Coco” Cruz

Second Chances, Part 2- He had always dismissed his family because of the poison that ran through their veins until Letty showed him that it didn’t have to be that way, now he just wants to make things right.

Asshole- No matter what you do, you’re always the bad guy.

Hank “Tranq” Loza

Moral of the Story, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4- Their marriage took a turn for the worst, but they made a vow that neither of them had the heart to break. 

Loss of a Brother- Lucille had never imagined the day she would lose her baby brother, nor would she imagine Hank being the one there to pick her back up.

Che “Taza” Romero

Summer Break- You couldn’t get through to your son but Taza has dad powers.

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Can I get headcanons of Bishop with your newborn baby (either in the hospital or when you first bring them home)? Or do you have imagine recommendations of any kind with Bishop with a pregnant reader or their baby?

He’s immediately protective 

He wants to hold the baby 24/7

He knows that eventually he’s going to have to be back in the clubhouse with the boys and he won’t be able to ber around as much as he would like to 

So he spends as much time with you and the baby as he can

He wakes up at night to change or feed them so you don't have to 

He wants you to get your sleep 

He wants you to rest and heal 

He looks after you just as much 

Making sure that you feel loved and appreciated 

That he makes you feel beautiful 

He wants to make sure that you know he’s there 

That he will help you with whatever you need 

And if its something that he can’t do, he’ll find someone that can 

He lets Tranq and Taza handle things as much as they can at least for the first week 

Once he’s back, he has the boys check on you 

Alternating 

As well as having some of the club girls spending time with you to help you out 

He has a lot on his plate and a lot of responsibilities even without the baby 

So now that there’s a newborn, he knows that isn’t even more important for him to keep the club afloat 

Both in terms of safety and money 

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