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flightlessangelwings · 1 year ago

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Ktober 2023 Day 3- Exhibitionism

Bishop Losa x fem!reader

Word count- 1.2k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), fingering, public sex, hint at a bj,dirty talk, praise kink, cum eating, reader wears short shorts and a low cut top, no use of y/n

Notes- I had SO much fun writing this one y'all have no idea! And it was something a little different for me too! Prompt list made by me. Enjoy!

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“Nice shot, baby,” Bishop purred as you sank another ball in the net.

The two of you played pool in the clubhouse while everyone else gathered and drank and laughed. Angel and Coco played darts in the corner, and they squabled like siblings when each thought the other was losing. Visitors from other chapters of the Mayans filled the clubhouse, and everyone was having a great time.

But all Bishop could focus on was you. How sexy you looked when you bent over the pool table to take your shot. How your brow furrowed in concentration, your determination to beat him apparent on your face. How your breasts started to spill out of your top. How your shorts were just short enough to show a little hint of asscheck, something Bishop always loved.

Vaguely, you were aware of Bishop's heavy gaze on you, but you were too focused on your shot to put your full attention to. You cursed under your breath when you missed your next shot, but when you turned to him next to you, your heart pounded in your chest. Sweat lined your brow, and it wasn’t just from the heat inside the space.

Bishop eyed you up and down with a smirk on his face, “Baby you’re so fuckin’ sexy when you care about a stupid game of pool like that,” his tone was low as he sauntered towards you, closing the space between your bodies and settling slightly behind you.

“Bish,” you couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped your lips as he caressed your hips and pressed his body against yours. But, as he grasped your ass, giving it a little smack, you let out a low moan that would have caught the attention of anyone nearby if it weren’t for a roar of laughter that erupted at the same time.

“I bet I could fuck you with my fucking fingers right here and no one would notice,” Bishop groaned into your ear as he nibbled on your neck and a hand dripped under the hem of your shorts.

“You what?!” you were caught off guard by his words. But, as he tickled your pussy every so slightly, you found any care you might have had vanished.

“Do you want me to, baby?” Bishop purred, “You want me to fuck you with my fingers right here? Let anyone who might notice see you cum on my fuckin’ fingers?”

If you said the word, Bishop would pull away, albeit he would definitely take you into a closet or bathroom and fuck you in private instead. You felt his hardening cock against your thigh and you let out another moan. The room spun as you thought it over, “I want you to,” you finally whispered as you turned your head and kissed him deeply.

“Let me hear you say it, sweetheart,” he murmured as he bucked his hips against your body and sank his hand lower into your shorts, feeling the warmth of your cunt under his fingers.

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers… Right here,” your tone was low and sultry and dripped with need, “And let anyone watch as you make me cum.”

“That’s my girl,” Bishop growled as he suddenly dove two fingers into your pussy.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion and lurched forward to grab onto the pool table for balance. Bishop stayed close, using his body to support you from behind as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, “Fuck baby… So wet for me.”

All you could do was moan as your body quickly warmed from his touch.

Bishop wrapped his other arm around your body and cupped at your breast through your shirt, rubbing at your nipple through the fabric, “Does it turn you on, sweetheart?” he asked in a deep voice, “That anyone could look over and see you like this?”

“Y-yes,” you admitted in a whisper.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, “Anyone could look over here and see how fucking sexy you look like this,” he thrust his fingers more roughly into you, hitting spots deep inside you, “But they can only see your face, baby… This fucking pussy,” he gave another harsh thrust, “Is mine.”

“Yours,” you moaned as you saw stars. You gripped the table so hard you almost felt like it could break under your grasp, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t care about anything else other than how good Bishop fucked you with his fingers, and how much you craved your release.

“That’s my good girl,” Bishop praised as his rubbed your clit with his thumb, “So fuckin’ good taking my fingers right here in the fucking clubhouse.”

“Bish…”

Suddenly he froze. When you let out a whine, he murmured your name, “Looks like we caught someone’s attention, baby.”

You opened your eyes, not even realizing you had closed them, noticing a prospect from the other chapter across the room. His eyes bore into you and his thoughts were easy to read from the look on his face. His jaw clenched and he had a grip on his beer bottle so tight that he might shatter at any second.

“Why don’t we give him a show?” you purred as you turned and gave Bishop a heated kiss.

“I fucking love you, baby,” Bishop chased your lips when you broke away and kissed you once more before he started thrusting his fingers into you once more.

You moaned loudly against his lips as you rested your head on his shoulder, surrendering yourself to the Mayan completely. Your mind swam as you felt your orgasm quickly build from Bishop hitting your sweet spot over and over again while his thumb grazed your clit.

“He can watch, baby,” Bishop growled as he picked up his pace, “But he can’t have you,” his tone dropped as his grip on you tightened, “You’re fucking mine.”

“Yours… Yes… Fuck…”

“That’s it, sweetheart, cum for me,” Bishop groaned as he felt your inner muscles clench around his fingers, “Show that fucking prospect what he can’t have.”

With that, you came hard with a scream. Your entire body trembled as you fought to keep yourself upright against the pool table, and you felt yourself gush onto Bishop’s fingers. He talked you through your climax, mumbling praises and curses in your ear as you rode out your high on his fingers.

The only reason no one else noticed was because the prospect snapped his beer bottle in his head the moment you screamed, and everyone else was too busy watching him to notice what you and Bishop were up to on the other side of the room. Some of the others cursed and berated the prospect, but a fierce look from Bishop kept him quiet about why he suddenly caused a scene.

“That’s my good girl,” Bishop cooed your ear in a softer tone as he pulled out of you, “So fucking sexy,” he added as he turned you to face him and made you watch as he licked his fingers clean, “And delicious too.”

“Bish!” you playfully chastised him with a light smack on his shoulder as your face felt hot, “That was really hot, though,” you admitted as you shimmied your shoulders softly and placed your hands on his chest, “How about I return the favor?” your tone dropped as you slowly sank to your knees, “Right fucking here.”

Bishop’s eyes went wide and a pulse of need shot through his veins, “Baby, I fuckin’ love you,” he blurted out as he readied himself for your mouth.

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mischiefnevermanaged89-blog · 4 months ago

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Gotta Be Somebody-part 2

Angel Reyes X Reader

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Angel

When Bishop introduce me to his daughter, I wasn’t expecting her. Honestly, I don’t know what I was expecting. Definitely not a girl who could work on her own bike and get dirty or who would sip a beer with the guys.

As I unloaded the van, my thoughts were on her the whole time. Pop’s words echoing in my head.

“She seems like a nice girl.”

“Yeah. She is.”

“Pretty, too.”

“Yeah.”

He chuckled. “Don’t screw it up.”

“What?”

“You’re chance with her. She’s got admiration in her eyes for you, son. You and I both know you could use a woman like that.”

“Yo, Prosepct!”

I turned to see Bishop standing on the porch of the clubhouse. He waved me over, cigarette in hand.

“I seen the way you were watching (Y/N). I’m going to give you this warning like I do everyone. She’s off limits. You can be her friend, help her when she needs it around the shop, but that’s it. She grew up in this life as much as I hate it. I don’t want her with someone who chooses the life. Got me?” He looked me in the eye, taking a drag of his smoke.

“Yeah. Yeah. I got you.”

He smirked. “Good. I want you watching her tonight. Keep an eye on her.”

“Any particular reason why?”

He chuckled. “Let’s just say she’ll need some added security after the show.” He turned and walked away.

I finished unloading the van and helped get everything set up for the other members to arrive. A few hours later, (Y/N) pulled back in the lot, her (h/l) (h/c) pinned back out of her face. She wore black leggings, combat boots and a tank top.

As soon as she turned around, her eyes instantly found mine and she smiled. Damn that was a pretty smile. She waved and I nodded at her. I watched as she walked over to Coco and Gilly and talked to them. They started wrapping her hands in white tape and rubbing her shoulders down.

“Losa!”

Everyone turned to see a tall skinny guy pulling off his kutte as he walked towards her.

“Manny. You ready to settle this?”

“Damn straight.” He met her and looked down on her. “Ring. Five minutes. Winner takes all bets fair and square and loser apologizes.”

“Agreed. But we both know you’re about to be kissing my ass in apologies.” She smirked at him.

I quickly made my way over and grabbed her arm. “What are you doing?”

“I’m about to show him what it means to disrespect me and let his old lady disrespect me.”

“You mean you’re going to fight him? Like hand to hand?”

“Yeah. How else?” She quirked and eyebrow at me. “Are you worried about me?” She smirked.

“A little. You could get hurt.”

She laughed and patted my chest. “Oh, Angel. Just watch and learn, prospecto.”

I watched her walk into the ring as Hank locked the door. Coco and Gilly standing to the side talking her up. She turned to look at me and gave me a wink. Before I knew it, Hank had rung a bell.

Fist began to fly. (Y/N) was quick on her feet and was able to dodge Manny fairly well. He got a few good punches on her but her height gave her quite the advantage to get him at a lower angle.

“Disrespect my old lady again, perra.”

“She deserved it. She needed to learn her place pendejo. And you’re about to learn yours for letting her act that way on my turf.”

With that, (Y/N) quickly turned with a kick to his ribs and a uppercut to his jaw, knocking him down and pinning him to the floor.

“I’ll take that apology now.” She said with the most devilish smirk.

Manny tapped the floor and (Y/N) helped him up. “I’m sorry for the disrespect. It won’t happen again.”

“Damn right it won’t.” She walked away and out the ring where everyone cheered at her. Hank patted her back and handed her a wad of cash.

“Damn girl. I didn’t know you could fight like that!” I said as she walked my way.

“I’m full of surprises.” She said with a raise of her arms. “Come on. Let me get cleaned up and I’ll get us a beer.”

I followed her inside and stood outside the bathroom. Keeping watch to make sure no one tried to mess with her like Bish wanted. Thirty minutes later she walked out, freshly showered and in jeans and a (f/c) shirt and Converse.

As she walked into the bar area cheers were heard all around. Bishop wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. He held her out by the shoulders and inspected her face.

“You put a hella beatin’ on him, kid.”

“Yeah, well. Thank my old man for that. He raised me right to not take shit and handle my own.”

Bishop laughed. He looked at me and I nodded. I made sure to stay by her side all night. After we got a beer we found a spot on the sofa in the corner.

“How long you been fighting?” I asked, relaxing with my arm on the back of the couch and facing her.

She shrugged. “Since I was a kid. Kept getting in fights at school. Dad had to keep coming up there bailing me out. Finally one day after Coco and Gilly joined he had them teach me how to focus my anger on something other than people. They trained me to channel my anger and it helped. I started doing better in school and graduated. Sometimes I spar with the others here but tonight was the first time I’ve had an actual fight with one of them for a reason. Seems it paid off.” She raised her beer and smiled.

I smiled back. “What you goin to do with the money?”

“Put some of it into my bike. Finish her up. The rest I’m going to use to help dad out. There’s some things I want to do for him to show him how much he means to me.” She sat her empty bottle on the table.

“Want another one?” She nodded. “Be right back.” I grabbed us another round and went back to my spot.

“So, tell me more about your mom. She sounds like she was a wonderful person.”

I smirked. “She was. She was the best there was. Always made sure me and EZ had what we wanted. More so him than me.”

“What you mean?”

“She always doted on him. Read to him. Her and Pop were always pushing him to do his best in everything. I mean I tried. Sometimes didn’t have to try hard and managed to do good. But EZ man, he was pushed to be the best. In the end though, after mom was killed, he ended up behind bars and I ended up here.” I looked around and lifted my hands.

I looked at (Y/N) who had a small smile on her face, eyes looking like they were staring into my soul.

“What?”

“Sounds like she knew.”

“Knew what?”

“Knew you’d be okay.”

“How so?”

“Well, she pushed your brother, doted on him, made sure to help him be the best because she could see early on what he would eventually become if she didn’t. When she died, what happened to him?” She cocked an eyebrow at me. “Then there’s you. Sure you’re here, but have you been in trouble with the law? Ever been in trouble when you was a kid? Sounds to me like she knew who her good kid was and she didn’t have to worry about you turning out like one she’d lose sleep over at night. I’d say you turned out pretty damn good.”

I smiled and laid my head back. “Never thought of it like that. Where were you when I needed therapy cause of my fucked up childhood thoughts back in the day?”

She took a sip of her beer and shrugged her shoulders. “Who knows. I’m here now though. I know dad gave you the speech, but don’t let that stop you from wanting to talk. Just because I’m his kid and he’s the Prez don’t mean we can’t be friends.” She kicked my foot with hers. “Besides, I’d be bored as shit around here like I was without you around now.”

And there it was. That pretty fucking smile again.

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@ravennaortiz

#mayans fanfic #mayans x reader #mayans imagine #mayans mc #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes

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obsessedasusual · 10 months ago

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Lonely No More - Nine

Bishop Losa x OC Series

Summary: There was never a dull moment, being the only Reyes sister. But between overbearing brothers, being the family peacekeeper, and countless disaster dates, Amalia finds herself wishing she had someone to unwind with after a hectic day. Funnily enough, Bishop Losa wishes for the same thing.

Warnings: swearing, feels, everything MC related really

Note: it's okay I hate me as well :)))

The knock at the door came as Amalia was mid-sip of her second glass of red wine.

After a day of having a door slammed in her face by her younger brother and awkward prolonged eye contact from the man she couldn’t seem to get out of her head, a glass or two of red was more than welcomed.

She sighed quietly and hoped whoever it was would soon leave.

It wasn’t late, Amalia had only just finished cleaning up after dinner and had begun to settle on the sofa with reruns of ‘Say Yes to the Dress’, keen to erase the events from the past few days.

When the second knock came she threw her head back in frustration before pulling herself to stand and answer the door.

Seeing Bishop standing on her front step should have been expected, he was really the only person she knew in this town that bothered to knock, but it still caught her off guard.

He stared at her for a beat before breaking the silence, “Hey.”

He was still dressed in his kutte, having only just left the club. When Amalia peered over his shoulder to the driveway she noted the lack of motorbike, he must have walked from his place which would explain the silent arrival.

She looked back to him, replying with a soft, “Hi.”

Bishop looked at his feet and cleared his throat before speaking again, “Can I come in?”

“Uh… yeah sure.” She stepped back and opened the door further for him, allowing him into her home.

This wasn’t how she saw her night going. She had just finished compartmentalising everything going on in her life right now and had come to the conclusion that she and Bishop were just an equally lonely pair, whos paths crossed unexpectedly for a short time and they were going to revert back to how their relationship was a couple of months prior - essentially nonexistent. And she was totally okay with that. Absolutely. Cool as a cucumber.

Lie.

She wasn’t sure when she’d grown so fond of the older man, and it hurt to think that he didn’t feel the same.

Amalia followed to where Bishop stood awkwardly near the dining table, eyes anywhere but her.

“Could I uh, do you want a drink?” She offered helplessly. He shook his head, eyes on the carpet beneath him.

“No, I uh… I came to apologise,” he looked at her then, seeing how his words caught the Reyes sister off guard, “Been busy with the club and ah, time got away from me.”

Amalia nodded silently, not knowing what to say. He was the one turning up on her doorstep, he could do the talking. Admittedly it was a childish response.

Bishop continued at the silence, “I’m sorry for not reaching out sooner.”

“It’s okay.” Amalia mumbled. It’s not like she reached out either.

The President shook his head at her response, “Nah, it’s not, querida. I know the other night when I left… I should’ve reached out.”

It was clear that this conversation was making him uncomfortable, Amalia felt the exact same. This was uncharted territory for them. Hell - just over a month ago they were merely friendly acquaintances. It was crazy, how their friendship grew so fast. And it was about to derail even faster by the sound of this conversation.

She sighed and looked around the room, “Bishop look. It’s okay, I get it.” He looked at her quizzingly as she continued, “It was just a… a thing that happened. While we were messing around. I understand that’s all it was.”

Bishop studied her for a moment, remaining silent as he waited for her to continue speaking.

The red wine had started to infiltrate her system by now, and Amalia could feel herself loosening up and letting words fall more freely.

“I mean, look at us!” she gestured between them with a weak smile, “You’re President of an outlaw MC and I’m the communications lead for a building company. We don’t exactly have a lot in common.”

Everything Amalia was saying was four days worth of pent up emotion. Did she mean all of it? No. But history had taught her that it was easier to be the rejector than the rejectee, “And then, there’s the whole thing with my brothers. Could you imagine if they found out? What a mess that would be.”

If Bishop disagreed he did a good job at hiding it, choosing to remain silent as Amalia rambled away.

She finally reigned it in, stopping herself from digging a deeper hole, “No hard feelings, Bish. Promise.”

After a moment of silence he repeated, “No hard feelings, querida,” eyes locked on hers, “I’ll uh - I’ll leave you to your night.”

Amalia nodded, “Okay.”

He made his way back to the front door and stared at her for a moment longer, “Okay.” He repeated, giving her a small smile and leaving her house.

Well that wasn’t awkward at all.

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Bishop sulked the second her front door closed behind him.

We don’t exactly have a lot in common.

Did that really matter? Was having a lot in common with a person the make or break of a relationship?

He turned back toward her house when he reached the letterbox, catching her shadow moving across the living room.

On each of the past few days Bishop had found himself staring intently at his phone, either waiting for it to alert him of a new message or in the hope he’d finally rip the Band-Aid off and call the subject of his infatuation.

He should’ve reached out. He regretted that now more than ever.

But this was good, he supposed. It’s better he know how she feels before he attempted to pursue anything further with her.

Sighing, he turned and started the short walk home.

#bishop losa #mayans mc #obispo losa #bishop losa imagine #bring back bishop #lonely no more #mayans mc imagine #bishop losa x reader #bishop losa fic

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sogoodtoheritsvicious · 2 years ago

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Hi and for the love of God hello 👋🏼 after going back and forth i’ve decided to try my hand at writing for the mayans boys and the sons we all know and love! Please feel free to hit up my ask box <3

Requests: Open

who i write for:

- Mayans MC

• Angel Reyes

• Ez Reyes

• Coco Cruz

• Nestor Oceteva

• Neron “Creeper” Vargas

• Bishop Losa

• Hank Loza

• Gilly Lopez

• Michael “Riz” Ariza

- Sons Of Anarchy

• Jax Teller

• Juice Ortiz

• Opie Winston

• Happy Lowman

• Herman Kozik

• Filip “Chibs” Telford

• Alexander “Tig” Trager

What i take requests for:

• Headcanons

• Preferences

• Would includes

• Most likely to’s

What i don’t take requests for:

• Smut

• Self harm of any kind - talking about the reader having a mental illness is fine but i’m not comfortable writing about them harming themselves

• Reader being related to any of the characters

• Toxic relationships - We’re all about healthy, loving relationships in this house!

any gifs used are not mine!

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nocturnal-milk-dud · 5 months ago

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Spooky Season ask

Bishop Losa - What we do in the shadows

Ray Merriman - Nightmare on elm street

The Punisher - Werewolf

all smut 🫠😂

I am very very sorry for how long you've had to wait for these. I've had a very hard time writing, and for a while, with all the awful shit going on around the world, I didn't see much point in writing anything. I hope you like it. My plan for the other two is to post them and tag you, as I haven't written those yet.

The Moon is Dead but She Still Pulls on Me

Pairing: Frank Castle × Reader

Warnings/Notes: I'm rusty, I apologize. NC-17 18+ Only; violence; blood; smut (of the monster variety); public sex; oral; really hope you're into it I'm so sorry if not

Word count: ~1100

You close the shackle around Frank's wrist, making him wince.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“It's okay.” Your fingers slide down over his palm.

“What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?” you ask, knowing he'll be hungry and trying to distract him. He leans forward, as if to kiss you, but the tip of his nose brushes down the length of your neck, his beard tickling your skin and you hear him pull in a long, deep breath. The warmth from his sigh spreads over your skin, pools in your belly. You don't need to hear his answer to know what he wants. Your breath passes in a shudder.

“Pancakes then,” you say, breaking the heavy silence.

“Eggs too,” Frank says. “Bacon maybe.” His eyes are hungry.

“Omelette? Mushrooms and jalapeños?” Frank lets out a grunt of approval.

“Coffee too,” he says.

“Of course.” The clouds break and cool stretches of moonlight reach through the barn slats. There isn't much time and you shouldn't linger. The look in Frank's eyes and the way his body trembles tells you as much.

“You should go.” Frank's voice is rough, stretched tight. You place a gentle kiss on his lips, taste the sweat forming on his skin, and rest your forehead against his.

“I'll see you in the morning.” The words are an order, an expectation. He'll be himself again.

The air in the house is stale and you open a bedroom window. The smell of oncoming rain carries in on a gust that flutters the curtains, and it's not long before you're asleep.

Wood splinters, glass shatters, a howl tears through the silence and rips you from your sleep. You nearly trip running to the window. The back door to the barn hangs torn and broken on its hinges and a large dark figure darts into the woods. Your heart thuds in a panic.

“Shit!” You snatch the flashlight and tranq gun off your nightstand and follow.

You should have put on shoes. And pants. Hunting a werewolf in the middle of the night in nothing but an oversized tee suddenly doesn't seem like the brightest idea. It had rained while you slept and the ground is soft mud under your feet. Wet leaves brush against your legs. Your eyes scan the trees, your head turns at every rustle, every snap of a twig, and you try to control your breathing.

The two of you had talked about this, planned for it. You'd practiced with the tranq gun until the use of it became second nature, but it's as if your brain has been wiped clean. The gun feels awkward in your sweaty palm.

Something moves to your right. You turn, training your flashlight beam on the disturbed foliage, but nothing's there. Not anymore. In the mud you find tracks too big to belong to any animal. The silence is oppressive, and your stomach tangles itself in knots.

“Please don't let my boyfriend gut me in the woods behind our house,” you whisper before moving deeper into the dark.

The tracks end in the middle of a clearing. The moonlight makes the tall slick grass look like a lake of silver. Your eyes search the clearing, the treeline, before turning to the sky. The moon sits heavy and solemn, a silent observer.

“He's a good man,” you whisper to it, as if that makes any difference.

A low growl sends you spinning, searching, and you realize you fucked up. You're exposed and the grass suddenly seems too tall. You start slowly toward the treeline, watching the grass around you for any signs of movement. Every muscle in your body wants to run, your brain screams for it, run for the house, run to safety. Instead you place your feet carefully and hold your breath.

Something blocks out the moon, casting the earth around you into darkness. The skin at the back of your neck prickles and icewater floods your veins.

He's behind you.

You tighten your grip on the tranq gun, wishing you’d wiped the sweat off your hands. You turn with the gun raised and fire. The wolf--Frank--catches your arm with his, knocking the shot wide and sending the gun flying. His claws slash you across the chest, tearing through your shirt and skin. You stumble, tripping over your own feet, and land hard on your back, the impact knocking the air out of you. The ground shakes as his clawed hands come down heavily on either side of you. Frank's face is close to yours as he growls low in his throat. His lips pull back with the sound, revealing sharp teeth eager to devour you.

“Frank,” you say, clear and loud, holding his gaze--his eyes the only part of him you recognize. Your heart is hammering in your chest, and your shredded skin is burning, but you swallow your fear. You have to be calm, you have to trust. “Frank Castle.” It's a call and you pray he hears it. You think you see a flash of recognition in his eyes. He leans in towards your neck and you squeeze your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the pain. There's another rumble of sound deep in his chest. It sounds like thunder and you feel his hot breath on your skin. You hear a sharp sniff and risk turning your head, glancing down. He's smelling you, breathing you in deep like he does before every transformation. He's remembering you. The breath you don't realize you’re holding leaves your lungs in a shaky sigh. A quick flash of lightning rips across the sky and a warm, gentle rain starts to fall. Frank gives your neck a slow lick and you run a hand through his fur, the adrenaline seeping out of your body and into the ground.

He knows you, you're safe.

“Frank,” you whisper, and he whines softly in response, nuzzling your neck. You close your eyes, fingers curling in his fur. His hands find the tear in your shirt and rip the fabric further, exposing your body to the night. He licks the wound at your chest with his rough, warm tongue and the pain dissipates, the bleeding stops. Lightning and thunder split the sky and the rain starts to pour as he moves down your body, positioning his great head between your thighs. The languid strokes of his tongue make you writhe, make you moan. Another flash of lightning illuminates Frank's eyes, holding you in their hungry gaze and you let your head fall back against the muddy earth, moaning his name, begging for more. You're eager to take him and when he pulls away you turn over. Your fingers sink into the mud as he sinks into you. He's rough and fast, and his hand finds your neck, pulling you up to meet his chest. There's a rumble in his chest to rival the thunder when he comes. The tension in you snaps and your body shudders, warmth flooding your thighs. You fall limp against him as the rain cools your skin, and the two of you remain like that until your breathing settles.

Frank lays you on the grass and curls behind you, pulling you into the safety of his arms, the warmth of his chest, and the two of you fall asleep under the watchful eye of the moon.

#frank castle x reader #spooky season fic #the punisher #frank castle #jon bernthal #halloween fic #spooky season #yes i know it's june #werewolves

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kindnessisweakness2 · 1 year ago

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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."

#coco x reader #coco cruz #mayans imagine #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc #mayans x reader

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garbinge · 6 months ago

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Only If I'm Lucky

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Felipe Reyes & OC Lucrecia (Lucky) Fuentes Bishop Losa x OC Lucky

30 Day Fic Challenge

Word Count: 6.2k words A/N: My Lucky girl <3

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content.

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie (have been a bit inactive on tumblr so this might not be up to date, if you'd like to be added to my Mayans taglist please shoot me a message!)

Angel started to tinker with the mechanism that cooled the butcher counter’s selection of cuts. It had been emptied out, all of the meat now living in the walk in cooler in the back. The noise followed by tinkering was a loud crack and then instant whooshing which was quickly drowned out by the yells of Angel as water from a broken pipe spit out into his face and all along the floor.

“Fuck!” Angel was stepping up and wiping the water off his face and lifting his feet as if that was going to save his shoes from the puddle of water on the ground. Luckily the pipe only had a small amount of water in it, all of it now residing on the shop’s floor but the pipe itself was just dripping verse spilling out now.

“I told you I ordered a new part for this.” Felipe grumpily approached as he took in the mess his eldest child left on the ground.

“I was just tryna save you a few bucks, Pops.” Angel didn’t even bother looking at his father, he was more concerned with the gunk and water on his shirt and jeans.

“Well now you’re costing me more, go to the market and pick up more towels, I don’t have any more here.”

Angel nodded and started to make his way over the puddle and around the counter until he frowned and turned around. “I don’t think Fuentes Grocery has towels for sale, Pops.”

Even though Felipe was turned around, his sigh could be heard crystal clear to Angel.

“I meant to talk to Lisabeth, ask her to borrow some.” Some days the father of the Reyes family felt his children were still 10 years old despite them having moved out and having their own lives.

Angel nodded and made his way out of the shop and walked a couple feet to the right where Fuentes Grocery was, it was the carniceria’s neighbor, only sitting two stores away from it. The Fuentes family, who owned the store became close friends with the Reyes family over the years. There were similar family dynamics at play. Single parent, two kids, one of them who tended to get into more trouble than the other. Years ago that would have been the way Felipe described Angel, but considering his younger son just got out of prison, he’d have to give that title to Ezekiel. Although, with Angel’s involvement with the local MC, he was tailing pretty close.

“Lisa!” Angel called out as he entered the store, the bells on the door ringing as an additional signal someone was here, not that it was needed in addition to his voice.

“This isn’t your fuckin’ clubhouse, Angel. You can’t just yell and expect attention.” A woman’s voice sped past him with a box of produce.

“Sorry, Lucrecia.” Angel smirked knowing the use of the girl’s full name would bother her.

“Only mom calls me that, Reyes.” She was placing the box on the closest counter before turning around to roll her eyes at him.

“Speaking of your mom, I’m looking for her. She here?” Angel lifted his head to see if he could see the elder woman who he had called out to originally.

“No, she went down to the municipal building, some shit about our permits.” The girl was wiping her hands on her apron that had her name tag pinned to it. “Lucky, General Manager.”

“Permits? They’re still bugging her about that?” Angel frowned.

“They’re always bugging us about something. Our permits, our labor works, our inventory. If it’s not one thing it’s the other. All a part of the county’s push to gentrify shit.” The frustration in Lucky’s voice was apparent.

“Look, Bish, he knows the mayor, I could pull a few strings.” Angel’s voice was determined and hopeful. He knew the girl knew Bishop, but wasn’t sure if she was aware of his connections.

“I don’t need you rescuing me, Reyes.”

“Not you, Fuentes.” Angel rolled his eyes. “But this place, it’s one of the last few latino grocery stores in the area, not to mention it’s got a lot of memories.

It was true, between here and the carniceria there were tons of memories for them as young kids, teenagers.

Angel broke his arm in aisle 5 when he was 12. Lucky was the one who pushed him, not without motive though. He was throwing lentils at her, trying to get them stuck in her hair.

EZ would come over on inventory nights with Lucky and help her take stock so she could place product orders.

The three kids constantly found themselves at the halfway point between the grocer and the carniceria after school pretty often. The Santo Padre Arcade. Most of the high scores on the machines inside had the initials LKY, ANG, or EZ.

Lucky would bring over fresh spices and produce for Felipe every week so he could prepare marinades and dry rubs to sell, all courtesy of her mother, Lisa. He’d send her back with meat for the week.

Every Wednesday night, they had dinner together, both families. The Fuentes would be lucky if the younger sibling would show. Tómas had a tendency to be caught up in his own mess, it started out as small petty issues. Stealing, fighting, acting out. But then as the group got older, he started doing more serious crimes. Drugs, robbery, battery and assault. It was expected, the Fuentes family came from a really dangerous town in Guatemala, once their father had been killed just from being in the wrong place at the wrong time, the matriarch of the family, Lisabeth, made the decision to take her two kids out of the country and somewhere she thought would be more safe.

Angel tried his best to get Tómas to join the club, he figured it’d be a good place for him to feel welcome, feel that familial bond he was likely missing. But it never worked. He ended up getting arrested for arson and now resided in Stockton State County Corrections serving 15-20, with a chance of getting out on parole when the 10 mark hit.

Overall, the memories were flowing between these two stores, between each member of the family.

“Are they pushing you to sell?” Lucky’s voice got more serious now. It wasn’t a secret, with her mother’s old age, the store was becoming more and more of Lucky’s responsibility. She let her mom handle a lot of the business things, help her feel like she still had control, but to people like Angel and EZ, they could see Lucky was truly the one pulling strings and keeping the operation moving.

“Nah, I know they’re ripping up half the strip but the mayor keeps them off the shop. Pop, well, what he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” Angel explained.

It was obvious Lucky was considering it, with a new fine every month, people with suits coming even more frequently trying to push a check, it was getting exhausting, and hard to keep up with the other tasks to keep the grocery running.

“Let me talk to Bishop.” Lucky spoke up, it was clear her mind was going a mile a minute trying to think of the best way to go about it.

“You know you don’t gotta bother with all that, I can talk to him.” Angel moved forward and grabbed the box of produce knowing when he entered the girl was moving to restock the produce carts.

Lucky grabbed the tape dispenser along with the price tags she had clearly written herself and followed behind Angel. “So I’ll come by tonight?” Lucky was completely ignoring Angel’s statement. She wanted to be the one to talk to Bishop. Lucky wasn’t a shy or timid girl, she was honestly pretty aggressive and mean only when she had to be, but it never came with hesitation. She had been pretty independent, when it came down to it she had lost both of the Fuentes men in her life and as her mom grew older, a lot of the responsibility fell on Lucrecia. She took it all with stride though, not one complaint about her responsibilities, only letting them slip when people would doubt her or treat her like she wasn’t capable. On the other hand though, that just meant that with the people she loved, she was fiercely loyal. Angel fit somewhere in that description, the whole Reyes family did, and despite the annoyance Lucky felt that she had to repeat herself again, about talking to Bishop herself, the love for the Reyes family trumped that. It also helped that Angel knew the girl well to understand her.

“A’ight, come by the clubhouse at like 9, the group will be there, there’s a little party happening anyways, a few of the guys from Stockton had to make the trip down.”

That made Lucrecia laugh to herself. “Even if they weren’t here, the lot of you would find something else to party for.”

Angel smiled at that. “Ain’t wrong.” He had started to grab the tape and place the price cards in the proper places. A comfortable silence fell over the both of them for the next few minutes as they worked to label and price each box of produce that was recently set up.

“Wait, why were you looking for my mom?” Lucky broke the silence with a frown, her body now leaning against the slanting produce stand as she stared up at Angel.

“Fuck!” All of Angel’s thoughts came back to him as he scrambled to the back of the store. Lucky was close behind, not without a laugh and few comments about if his head wasn’t attached to his body. She followed him in the back inventory section, dodging palettes, making mental notes of all the other things she needed to get to this week, the list starting to scroll down which always made it difficult for her to breathe when she thought about it. To her surprise, they ended up at the custodial room as Angel quickly collected a couple of the folded towels that were stacked on the shelves.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” Lucky asked but Angel was already moving back out to the store. So she simply grabbed two towels herself and followed him out the store. As they reached the door, she turned to the group of cashiers, two busy ringing people up but the other was price tagging a few items for the manager’s special shelf as she waited for her line to build.

“Ana, can you keep an eye for the next few minutes? I’m popping over to Felipe’s really quickly.”

The girl smiled, nodded, and waved her out, making it a lot easier on Lucky to go help Angel deal with, well, whatever was happening.

“Hello?!” She called out to Angel who was multiple feet ahead of her now. Between the headstart and his long legs, she’d have to jog to catch up to him, which wasn’t happening.

Finally, she approached the carniceria, Angel was already inside and as she opened the door she saw the puddle through the glass case.

“Woah.” It was said breathy as she caught her breath. She might not have jogged to keep up with Angel, but she did pick her pace up. “You bullshit your time away knowing this was over here?”

“Of course he did.” Felipe’s voice could be heard behind the girl as he re-entered his shop with a metal part in his hand. Even with the annoyance in his voice, it didn’t stop him from smiling and placing a kiss on the girl’s head. For all intents and purposes, Lucky was like a daughter to Felipe, he was probably the only man in the world who treated her delicately and that was because it was the only man in the world Lucrecia would let treat her that way.

“Hola, Lucrecia.” He smiled before dropping his frown as he looked at the mess.

“What happened?” She carefully stepped to throw the towels she had down on the ground to soak up any of the puddle possible before turning to Felipe for answers because she had tried and failed with Angel even before they got here.

“My angel of a son was trying to save me money.” Felipe called out as he disappeared into the walk-in freezer.

Lucrecia turned to give Angel a look and all he did was wave it off and moved to soak up more of the liquid. With an eye roll she got down to look at the bottom of the glass case. “Oh you just need to replace this.” Her voice was so shocked as she expected to see something worse based on the mess.

Angel’s eyes closed as he fully accepted his defeat, knowing now that there were two of them against one, he wasn’t standing a chance.

Felipe could be heard again as he walked back through the small hallway from the freezer to where the main part of the store was. “I told him.” He grunted as he placed the black crate filled with different odds and ends of meats on the bookshelf perpendicular to the glass case.

“Do you have the part? I can fix this.” She turned her head to look at Felipe who was picking it out of his apron pocket.

“That? That’s the part?” Angel stood there shocked as Lucky went to grab it.

Lucky let out a laugh, knowing Angel was realizing how big he messed up and she immediately grabbed the wrench to move to the ground to install the new part while Angel stood there still dumbfounded, fully understanding the reality of the mess he made.

As she twisted the washers around the pipe, the sound of Angel’s phone echoed and faded as he stepped over Lucky to go take the call outside. She let out another laugh, this is usually how it went. Lucky was always fixing Angel’s mess, she did it willingly, a lot of the time without Angel even realizing it. Ever since EZ went to prison, there was kind of this unspoken bond between the two. They both had siblings that went to prison, parents who were struggling to make it by, the eldest children of the family who were required to step up even if they weren’t asked. It created an unstated understanding between them.

“Sorry, that was E, I gotta go. See you later tonight, Lucky.” Angel walked back into the shop to grab his kutte which was hanging on one of the counters, likely taken off when he was attempting to fix the cooler.

“You weren’t doing anything anyways!” Lucky called out with her head half under the cooler still adjusting the part with the wrench so there was no chance of another leak.

Felipe let out a laugh at her comment and waved his son out.

Angel left with a head shake but no time to argue.

“Thanks for your help.” Felipe walked over and sat on a crate to Lucky’s left.

“Should have called me from the jump!” Lucky was still yelling since her voice was muffled by the cooler.

Felipe laughed again, “You should know how it is with Angel. He does before he thinks.”

Lucky pushed herself out from the cooler and smiled. She sat up so her elbows were resting on her knees and her back was leaning against the cooler.

“Should work good as new now.” Her head pointed to the open slot of the cooler.

“I can see it on your face.” Felipe said as he looked at her. “What’s going on?”

Lucky knew it wasn’t worth brushing off what was on her mind. “Feel like we can’t catch a break. If it’s not our permits, it's our warehouses, the price jumps, I’m drowning.”

“You’re doing too much.” Felipe spoke up, he wasn’t going to turn this into a pity party, it wasn’t what Lucky wanted and it definitely wasn’t what she needed. She needed facts, she needed advice.

“We’re doing the same?” Lucky spoke confused.

“It was too much then when it was you and your mom working the same but it's definitely too much now that it’s mainly you.” He wasn’t looking at the girl as he spoke, his eyes were on the counter as he leaned over to grab a handful of something. As he turned back to see the look on her face, he laughed. “I’m old, not stupid.” Leaning over he held his hand out and Lucky met him halfway extending out her own hand. “Your mom’s getting up there, it's harder for her.”

Lucky’s eyes dropped down to see the few pieces of chocolate fall into her hand and she grinned both at that and his comment. “Don’t tell her that.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” Felipe chuckled.

“You opened up that florist section a couple years ago. Is it bringing in cash?” He was asking so nicely but Lucky could tell he knew the answer to his question.

“Same thing with the bakery.” Lucky took a deep breath.

Felipe just nodded, waiting for a full response from the girl.

“If we closed down the floral department and the bakery, downsized our selections, we’d be above water easily.” She thought back to the spreadsheets she spent so often looking at. There was the added piece of the permits and fines, but after tonight she’d hope that’d be settled. “But I don’t know if my mom would be on board for that, she worked hard to open up those departments.”

“Let me chat with your mom, she’s coming for dinner tomorrow night anyways.” Felipe offered up with a soft smile. “She might just need some convincing that taking the backseat is what’s best.”

“She’s going to call you out.” Lucky tried to bite back her smirk, as she finally dropped the pieces of chocolate in her mouth. She knew her mother so well that she’d push the cards back on Felipe.

“And I’ll mention that my two children combined aren’t as involved as you.” There was humor in his voice but also truth behind that. Angel and EZ had the club, the shop was second to them. For Lucky, this was her life, her first priority.

“Thanks.” She nodded before beginning to stand up. Dusting off her clothes and apron as she steaded herself standing.

“I should be thanking you. I can open for the afternoon now.” He brought her in for a quick hug before walking the woman out of the shop.

_______ Lucky was glad she set the alarm on her phone because otherwise she would have worked straight through the night. She was taking time to go through the paperwork and make rough estimates on the cuts. She kept reminding herself that it was better to cut the pieces of the business that were hemorrhaging money than cutting people.

She ran her hands over her face and through her hair before taking a deep breath and getting up out of the office chair. She shut her laptop and leaned over the desk taking one last look at the stack of folders and papers scattered around before turning the desk lamp off. As she made her way back to the lockers the employees used, she hung her apron on the hook by the door. As the locker opened she looked in the mirror she had zip tied to the locker and couldn’t help but chuckle. The bags under her eyes were dark and her hair was falling out of its ponytail. She grabbed concealer from her makeup bag that lived in the top part of her locker and covered up her under eyes along with a couple other blemishes while also taking out her hair and letting the curls fall in their natural places. Her last thing before heading out was changing out of the dirtied t-shirt she wore all day that smelt like the floor of the butchers shop, iron, produce, and sweat all together. Taking the opportunity she re-applied deodorant and then sprayed the cheap fruit perfume on her full outfit before grabbing her phone so she could call a cab.

It always made her laugh when she showed up to the clubhouse on party nights. She tended to stick out, not being a partier and more of a homebody whenever she got the chance. It showed in how she acted at these things. While others were drinking to obliteration, smoking, and fighting, she always was in the corner, nursing her beer and taking in the life around her.

As she stood on the inside of the gate with her hands in the back pockets of her jeans and took in the party in front of her, she heard her name being called. Turning to see where it was coming from she saw the Reyes brothers.

“Haven’t seen you at a club party in months, Luck.” Angel cheesed clearly a couple beers in already.

“Don’t get used to it.” She gave him a hug and quickly grabbed the beer he just opened before he took a sip of it.

“Gladly.” He huffed and took the steps to go grab another one from the bar inside leaving Lucky and EZ outside.

“Been a minute, Lucky.” EZ hugged the girl.

“Sure has. I didn’t want to bother you at your welcome home party, the neighbors were very excited.”

EZ smiled his signature smile at that and dropped his face to the ground. “The abuelitas love a comeback story.”

“That they do.” She laughed and pointed to his arms. “The biceps, too.”

After the two of them let out a couple laughs, EZ decided he’d address the elephant in the room.

“Tómas, he’s doing good, we weren’t cellmates or anything but he was on the same cell block as me, same courtyard and lunch times, work detail, saw him a lot, he’s–”

“I don’t really care about Tómas, EZ.” Her face hardened as she spoke to him, her arms now moving across her chest completely closing herself off to the conversation. “I don’t visit him for a reason.” EZ knew the reason, it was because he cut his family off the visitors list. It’s where he got the idea to do it with Emily. He downplayed it to Lucky but EZ got close with Tómas in prison, they weren’t best friends by any means but they talked more inside than they ever did outside. It was on the tip of his tongue, he was about to say that it’s hard in lockup that Tómas took her off the list for a reason she’d never understand unless it happened to her but he just nodded.

“I’m happy you’re home, EZ.” She reached up and squeezed his arm.

“Yea, me too.” He rested his hand on hers and squeezed it back.

“I got business to discuss with your prez,” She shifted gears completely, her voice completely changing from the seriousness it was in before.

“Fuentes Grocer GM never stops talking business.”

“Or thinking about it.” She joked. “Do you know where Bishop is?”

“Probably inside telling drunken war stories with the other viejos.” EZ’s grin was contagious to Lucky.

Her eyes glanced down to the watch on her wrist and while it was completely plausible for that to be the case, she knew this early into the night Bishop would be sober and solemn, they likely had templo at 8, which is why Angel told her to come at 9. It was now 9:35, just like the business never slept for her, it was the same for the club president.

The music got louder as the door opened, there were more people inside than outside and it overwhelmed the girl a bit. She took a couple steps inside and looked around searching for Bishop over every face in the crowd. That was when Taza’s eyes caught hers. His face softened and his lips curved into a light smile before he pointed to the templo sliding door which was partially open. That gave her all the permission she needed to walk over and stand at the entrance. She stood there silent for a minute, she felt like she was looking at a mirror as she saw him with papers scattered all over the table, his hand resting on his forehead as he thought through whatever was on his mind. As he let out a deep sigh his eyes looked up to see Lucrecia at the stained glass door. Despite being mid-sigh, his smile grew.

“Aren’t I lucky?” He spoke up as he leaned back in the chair. The joke was one he always made when he saw her. She’d never admit that it made her unbelievably giddy. “Close the door.”

She didn’t even bother to look behind her as she closed the door, her eyes stayed on Bishop’s as her hand reached behind her and slid the door closed.

Lucky took her time to walk over to Bishop, letting her hand move lightly over the chairs that took up every foot between her and the man. Stopping at the vice president's chair where she took both of her hands and let them rest on the points of the backrest.

“You look like me 30 minutes ago.” She nodded at the papers as her body swung to and from the chair as her hands still gripped on the backrest.

“Busy night for us decision makers.” He was fully leaning back now, his arm casually draped along the arm rest as his body shifted to face the woman.

“Always is.”

“Rough day for you?” Bishop changed his demeanor a bit as he picked up on the girl’s tone.

“Always is.” She repeated the same sentence but this time it was spoken with humor as he eyebrows raised.

“Come here.” Bishop moved his head to the right but he was signaling for the girl to come closer to him.

Instinctually she turned to the door to make sure she fully closed it and then moved to straddle the man in his chair. Her legs sliding through the open space of the arm rests, and her arms moving to rest right on top of his shoulders, her hands meeting behind his head intertwined. Bishop’s hands instinctually moved to hold her securely on his lap which just meant they were resting comfortable on her rear. Moments like these with Bishop helped her balance reality, made life feel light and goals feel tangible. She’d never admit that out loud though. Admitting it would mean anyone but them knew about their relationship. If it even could be called that. Since know one knew they didn’t really give it a label, although Bishop wasn’t really the type to ask someone to be his old lady, it was a role someone just fit into. Taza was the only one from the club that had any knowledge of Lucky and Bishop, no one else.

Bishop leaned his head up and brought one of his hands to Lucky’s head and brought it down to meet his. Their foreheads rested on eachother’s for a moment and it was all Lucrecia needed to know despite their lack of ability to say it outloud, she was the same balance for him as he was to her. Their lips met for a quick second, just a brush against eachother’s until they met with full passion. Lucky couldn’t help but roll her hips on top of the man, squeeze her arms tightly around him in an attempt to get as close as possible to the man. Bishop’s hands got tangled up in her curls, then down the pink satin spaghetti strap that rested on her torso and then finally back down to her tight jeans.

As they stopped to catch their breaths, Bishop reached back up and tucked her hair behind her ear and quickly rubbed his thumb on her cheek. As his hands retreated back down similarly to how they were just minutes before, but now with less feral eagerness and more of a caring touch, his ringed ringers grabbed the spaghetti strap that must’ve fallen down the girl’s arm during their passionate kiss and placed it back on her shoulder. He placed it back with the lightest touch, one that sent shivers down her spine before he gripped her legs again and secured her on his lap.

“I know you didn’t come here just to see me, I’m not that lucky.” There was the joke again. It made her wish they were back at either of their normal stomping grounds, his place or hers where there was probably no free space they didn’t christen but she’d have no problem trying to find one.

“Why wouldn’t I be here just to see you?” Her voice was meant to sound jokingly but it had been drenched with allure.

“Because you only come to the clubhouse when I ask you to be here,” He had gotten her there, that was true, she rarely if ever did these random pop ins. “Since there was a party tonight, I knew specifically not to ask you.” His hands were now rubbing up and down her back sometimes bringing the fabric of her shirt up and he’d touch the bare skin, and sometimes it’d be the tickle of the satin fabric up and down her skin.

“I’ve been known to party.” She argued, leaning over and leaving a couple kisses on his neck.

“Oh, I know you can party.” It was a flirtatious line and Lucky knew exactly what he was talking about, down to envisioning it in her head.

She moved her mouth over to his now and kissed him, it took a lot for her not to start grinding on his lap again as she moved in sync with the kiss but before getting too carried away again, she cupped his face as she pulled back and let her hands rest on his shoulders.

“I do need something.” She closed her eyes, hating that she ruined the moment and hated even more that she had to ask a favor.

“I know.” He smirked and it was something that if Lucrecia kept her eyes closed she would have missed.

“What do you mean you know?” She was confused.

“Angel gave me a heads up.” It was spoken so airy with no weight to it that from context clues alone it shouldn’t have angered Lucky the way it did.

“Of course he did. I could kill him.” She let out an angered sigh.

“Be my guest, you’d be doing me a favor.” Bishop joked.

“Unfortunately I think his father would be rather mad at me if I did.” She squinted her eyes back at Bishop her way of addressing his sarcasm. But all he did was dish it right back with a raise of his eyebrows as if to say, ‘are you sure about that?’

“Alright, you got me there.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not much of a murderer anyways.”

“You’re right, I can handle it for you.” He teased. Bishop never realized the weight of jokes like that for Lucky, what they brought her back to, her father, her brother. The conflict in the fact that she hated her brother for pretty much the exact same thing that her best friends did, that the man she was with did. But it was different, at least that’s what she told herself every time the thought snuck into her head and she’d never let it sit there for longer than a minute and even that was 59 seconds too long.

“What did big mouth tell you?” Lucky moved to cross her arms now to show her displeasure to Bishop.

“Why don’t you tell me? It’ll sound better coming from you.” Bishop was working his charm on her and it worked.

“I need something.” She repeated again, her way of working up the nerve to ask even though it was clear the man knew something already.

He could have answered with another teasing comment but he opted to go the other way. “Whatever you need.”

“I hear you know the mayor.” She spoke.

Despite knowing a basis of what she was going to ask, It caught Bishop by surprise. The girl he was currently with asking about the one he was with previously. Angel had left out details and just mentioned that Lucky needed some help with business stuff at the grocery store. He thought he’d have to twist some arms at a warehouse, maybe rough up a supplier.

“I don’t care about how you know her, Obispo.” It was like she could read his facial expressions like a book. “I just need a favor. Angel told me you could do it, but I’m not stupid enough to rely on Angel’s facts.” This made Bishop laugh. “What’s the favor?”

“We keep getting harassed about our permits, people keep coming by to try and push us to sell, for a very disrespectful price I might add.” She tilted her head in anger as she explained the situation. “Between the fines and then my mom going down to talk to the municipality, followed by me because she gets nowhere with them, I’m wasting so much money and time, which is money.”

Bishop seemed kind of relieved that was what the favor was, if he knew sooner of the issues Fuentes Grocery was facing he would have mentioned it to the mayor sooner without Lucky even needing to ask.

“Consider it done.”

By the look on Bishop’s face, it made Lucky let out a breathy laugh which made Bishop frown but the slight smirk on his face was growing. “What’s funny?”

“How something weighing so heavy on me is such an easy task for you.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s easy.” Bishop knew these business propositions down at the mayor's office were well above his pay grade, there was a line and he knew where he wasn’t able to cross it. But this, considering how close it was to the carniceria which he had already put on the mayor’s radar, this wouldn’t be close to the line. Now, Vicki’s, that was a different story and another problem for another day. “It’s just doable.”

“Thank you.” She softened her face and hugged the man. The power in her embrace was something Bishop could feel, he knew the importance of taking care of the store for the girl and this clearly had been a dark cloud looming over her for a while.

“Can I help you with your stuff?” She turned to look at the paperwork, not taking any time to really soak any of the info in without the president’s permission.

“Mapping our route up to Stockton. We’re working on expanding.”

It was two sentences but it was all Lucky needed. She knew there was issue with a couple clubs on their normal routes so a lot of the major highways would be off-limits, along with some of the back roads. The girl turned more to look at the map where Bishop had penciled through a couple routes and written down the issues as to why they weren’t travelable.

After she studied the map she picked up the pencil, she was leaning in not the most comfortable position and started to draw a route. “It’ll be 3 hours longer, but you’ll pass by some of the national parks, it’ll make for a nice drive.” Bishop was in awe that he didn’t think of it, he was stuck in here making the list of the ride through calls he was going to have to make in order to secure protection, looking at the route Lucrecia mapped out it cut his list in half, and it was just a courtesy call, not protection.

“And if you need, I could loan you one of the grocery trucks to take something more direct for some of the guys to get there quicker.”

A full approached solution. It made Bishop chuckle and kiss the girl one more time.

“You wanna hang out, I was about to come out with the group anyways.” Bishop spoke as Lucky got up off his lap and they both started piling the maps and notes together on the table.

“Wish I could but I got a million things to do back at the store, you wanna pick me up later, though? Take me home? Understand if you gotta be here, though, entertain the boys from Stockton.”

“I’ll pick you up later. Never liked that you’d walk home that late.”

“I’m a woman not incapable, Obispo.”

“I meant I never liked it for the town, one person gives you the wrong look and you’ll send them to the hospital, I’m just looking out for Santo Padre, baby.”

With an eye roll she walked up the couple stairs of templo and turned her head one last time to get a look at him standing at the head of the table. “See you later, Obispo.”

He smirked knowing he was going to let out the same joke as earlier, one saved just for her that he’d never be able to say to anyone else.

“Only if I’m lucky.”

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years ago

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Everything Zen - A Bishop Losa/Reader Short.

A short funny idea that came to me this morning. No smut, just the suggestion of such. Enjoy!

Words - 540

Warnings - None!

You knew you shouldn’t have done it. Your inner voice screamed at you that he wasn’t going to take it seriously. Any of it. Well, getting a massage and lying in a hot tub naked as the way he was born while sipping a very cold beer, he liked that part, but this, the meditative yoga class at the mindfulness retreat you talked him into? No.

“Now, let my voice guide you into your space of relaxation,” the softly spoken woman leading the class instructed.

He can’t help himself. “She’s gonna guide me back to my couch? Nice!”

“Obispo,” you warn, opening your eye, seeing him grinning widely, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

“Allow your mind to clear of all thoughts, find your place of calm, let the Zen in.”

“Who’s Zen? What if I don’t want to let them in? I don’t know them, they ain’t coming in.”

The instructor continues. “Focus on your chakras, pull the energy into these sacred spaces within.”

Bishop snorts softly. “I don’t have those, just a void where I put steak and tacos.”

Despite yourself, you can’t help but snort suddenly at that one, your mouth twitching as you attempt to bite back your smile.

“Let the spirits guide you to a place of calm.”

“Oh, cool. She's got bourbon? I’ll take one, that’ll make me calm.”

“Will you stop it!” you hiss, drawing a few disparaging stares as you chide your highly amused husband.

“Let the quiet of the room pulse waves of calm through your aura.”

“I think I need a pneumatic drill to get through my aura.”

Opening one eye, you look to your right, giving him what he’s come to coin as the wifey death glare, shaking your head. “I will beat you with your own shoes. Be quiet!”

“Now, now, sweetheart,” he whispers. “That isn’t very peace and love, is it?”

“Let the scents of the incense guide you into relaxation.”

“That ain’t incense. That’s feet.”

You hear another snort, opening your eyes to see a woman turn around and look at your husband, trying to keep her hysterics in at his observations. Turning your head, you see a few other people attempting not to crack, too. Oh, lord. He doesn’t need any further encouragement.

“And now we take leave of voice and focus on the inner centre of calm. That includes the handsome gentleman at the back who is cracking wise, if he could please so refrain from further observances.”

Half the room turns to look at Bishop as they laugh. He grins widely, shrugging.

“Sorry, baby. I’ll rein in it a little.” He winks at her, the instructor blushing a little before she continues to focus, your husband actually behaving himself. That is, until the yoga poses begin.

“And now into downward facing dog.”

He hums a chuckle immediately. “My dog don’t downward face.”

You sigh, knowing it was too good to be true, for him to behave for the entire hour. “What does your dog do, pray tell?”

“My dog takes his wife back to our room, bends her over, and fucks her from behind until she screams.”

Naughty husband or not, you’ve never rolled up a yoga mat so fast in all your life.

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bullet-prooflove · 11 months ago

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Hi. This is an ask for Bishop Losa. The prompt is: 12. God only knows how long I’ve waited for this. Thank you so much.

Companion piece to:

Black Satin (NSFW) - Bishop discovers a surprise Christmas gift.

Gingerbread - Bishop comes home to a problem.

Snow - Bishop talks to you about something that's been on his mind.

You’ve been sitting in the car for fifteen minutes, your hands gripping the steering wheel as you stare at the wall in front of you when the ringing of your phone brings you out of your reverie. You glance down to see Bishop’s name; you can’t deal with him right now, so you let it ring out.

You’re still in a state of shock from your doctor’s appointment because what they’re telling you, it can’t be right.

You’re pregnant, two months pregnant which should be physiologically impossible because Bishop’s had a vasectomy and you’ve always had difficulty conceiving, it’s the reason you and your ex-husband divorced.

You’re still in a daze when he gets home that night. He finds you sitting at the kitchen table, your hands wrapped around a mug of ginger tea because that morning sickness, it’s become an all day thing.

“You alright?” He asks, his fingers tip your chin up so he can look into your eyes. You can see the concern etched into his features as his thumb ghosts along the line of your jaw.

“Obispo…” You murmur as his lips brush over the corner of your mouth. “I’m pregnant.”

You see the moment the news hits him, his eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but no words come out. He drops down into the kitchen chair, your knees bumping against each other as he scoots it closer so that he’s within your proximity. His gaze comes to rest on your abdomen, where a baby, his baby currently resides.

“I don’t understand…” He says his voice breaking. “I thought we couldn’t have one.”

“The doctor thinks your vasectomy must have failed and my situation…” You trail off because there’s an ache in your chest.

You’d been told that the chance of having a baby of your own was minuscule. You’d given up hope of having a child, you both had.

Bishop reaches out, his palm coming to rest on your abdomen. The edges of his mouth tip up into a smile as his thumb chases over the space where his baby resides. His eyes fucking sting because he’d never imagined that this was a possibility, that he’d be able to have a family of his own again. He looks up at you and he can tell you feel the same way.

Your hand comes to rest upon his as he leans in close, his fingertips brushing the tears from your cheek as his forehead comes to rest upon yours.

“We’re having a baby, Mi Cielito” He whispers, and you can feel his smile against your lips. “We’re having baby.”

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drabbles-mc · 2 years ago

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Disaster Dates: Movie Night

Bishop Losa x F!Reader

Disaster Dates Masterlist

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

Warnings: 18+, language

Word Count: 2.2k

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

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

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

He should’ve just stuck to what he knew.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yea?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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noticiasarquelogicasjaponesas · 9 months ago

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Sean bienvenidos, japonistasarqueológicos, a una nueva entrega arqueológica en esta ocasión hablaremos de un túmulo funerario con forma de ojo de cerradura una vez dicho esto pónganse cómodos que empezamos. - El túmulo se localiza en la ciudad de Yokohama, en la prefectura de Kanagawa, en la región de Kantō, isla de Honshū. Se realizaron excavaciones en las Ruinas de Oikawa Isemiya que acompañan la construcción de la carretera de circunvalación de la Ruta Nacional 246 Atsugi Hadano Road. El túmulo funerario tiene forma de ojo de cerradura, data de alrededor de los siglos III al VII d.c y fue descubierto en la cuenca del río Ogino. - El túmulo funerario, con forma de ojo de cerradura, tiene unas dimensiones de 37 metros de largo y 21 metros de ancho. En el sitio se encontraron una losa y herramientas de piedra del período Kofun. En los alrededores se han encontrado los restos de una vivienda del período Jomon. - Espero que os haya gustado y nos vemos en próximas publicaciones que pasen una buena semana. Welcome, Japanese archaeologists, to a new archaeological instalment, this time we are going to talk about a burial mound in the shape of a keyhole, so make yourselves comfortable and let's get started. - The burial mound is located in the city of Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture, in the Kantō region of Honshū Island. Excavations were conducted at the Oikawa Isemiya Ruins accompanying the construction of the Atsugi Hadano Road 246 National Route 246 bypass. The burial mound is keyhole-shaped, dates from around the 3rd to 7th centuries AD, and was discovered in the Ogino River basin. - The burial mound, shaped like a keyhole, is 37 metres long and 21 metres wide. A stone slab and stone tools from the Kofun period were found at the site. The remains of a Jomon period dwelling were found nearby. - I hope you liked it and I will see you in future publications. Have a nice week. 日本の考古学者の皆さん、ようこそ考古学の新連載へ！今回は鍵穴の形をした古墳についてお話しします。 - 古墳は神奈川県横浜市、本州の関東地方にある。国道246号厚木秦野道路バイパスの建設に伴い、及川伊勢宮遺跡で発掘調査が行われた。荻野川流域で発見されたこの古墳は、紀元後3世紀から7世紀ごろのもので、鍵穴のような形をしている。 - 鍵穴のような形をした古墳は、長さ37メートル、幅21メートル。古墳時代の石板や石器が出土している。近くに縄文時代の住居跡が見つかった。 - お気に召していただけたなら幸いである。それでは、よい一週間を。 -

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obsessedasusual · 1 year ago

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Lonely No More - Eight

Bishop Losa x OC Series

Warnings: swearing, feels, everything MC related really

Note: -2k hellloooooo!!!! When I tell you I have had the first half of this written since my last bloody upload I’m not kidding🫣🫣 I won’t try to defend myself, I’ll just leave this for you to chew on byeeeeee

It had been four days since the incident, as Amalia was now calling it.

Four days and she hadn’t heard from Bishop. She hadn’t been running past his house as usual, she had however heard a Harley ride past each morning and night. It seemed Bishop wasn’t swaying from his usual route to the club, just deciding to not stop in.

No texting, no calling, no notes.

Radio silence.

She had also been avoiding her brothers, which wasn’t hard. Angel had tried to call her once which she had ignored, instead flicking a text his way saying, sorry busy with work, will call you back, she hadn’t, and he hadn’t tried again.

She even turned the other way when she almost ran into Gilly at the grocery store the day prior. Instead pushing her cart down the aisle of baby bottles and nappies. She was sure she’d successfully dodged him and he hadn’t seen her. He had, but figured she wasn’t in the mood to talk and let her be.

Her mind was stuck on that night, replaying it over and over. It was obviously a mistake. Had to have been. There was no way he had meant to kiss her.

Her friend Zoe had been let in on the secret when she came knocking, worried about her best friend’s sudden dazed mood. Well… Zoe had been let in on how she had made out with a guy and it was great, amazing, fantastic but it was bad, terrible, never should have happened. The fact that the ‘guy’ was a slightly older President of a fucking outlaw club was conveniently left out.

“You can’t be this torn up over a kiss and not give me any details!” Zoe had pouted over a cup of coffee.

Amalia paced the length of her dining table, hands on her forehead in frustration, “it’s not the kiss that’s the issue! Well, okay it’s kind of the kiss but it’s more to do with who the kiss was with!”

“Which was who?”

“I… I can’t say,” Amalia sighed, “it was just with someone it really shouldn’t have been with and now he won’t talk to me and I don’t know what this means or what happens from here. Do I just ignore it too? What if I see him around? I mean, I’m definitely gonna see him around this town is only so big-“

“So he’s a local?”

“And if my brothers ever found out Jesus Christ they would have my head on a platter. They’d kill me! They would actually kill me. They’d never speak to me again-“

“I’m sure they’d be okay with it-“

“Ha! Okay with it? You don’t know my brothers, they’d hit the roof. Angel especially, oh shit Angel-“

“Okay! A! You need to stop and take a breather, seriously. Just talk to me. We can talk it out and work out what to do.” Zoe stood from her seat, gently touching Amalia’s arm and steering her toward a chair.

“Take a breath. Okay, why is this freaking you out so much?”

Amalia looked from her friend to the ground, “I shouldn’t be involved with him.”

“Could you tell me why? If you like him and he likes you-“

“He doesn’t like me, Zo,” she interrupted, mumbling slightly, “It was just a caught in the moment sort of thing. And, even if he did. We couldn’t be involved.”

Zoe sighed, “You’ve said that, but why?”

“It’s… complicated.” The Reyes sister was right. It was complicated.

“Is he a friend of Angel’s?” If she wasn’t going to give straight answers, Zoe was going to start guessing.

Instead of answering, Amalia hesitated before nodding slowly. A friend… kind of. His boss. His President.

“You said he wouldn’t talk to you, have you tried calling him?” Zoe suggested causing Amalia to look down and shake her head.

Zoe continued, “Maybe you should? A simple phone call and this could all be fixed.”

Amalia rested her forehead against her clasped hands and sighed heavily, barely listening to her friend.

“It’ll get sorted out, A. It’ll be okay.”

Four days on, and it still had yet to be “sorted out”.

Had she tried to call him?

No.

Had he tried to call her?

Also no.

That shouldn’t have been cause for concern. Afterall, they’d had many days go by without a phone call before. But that was before. Before everything turned to shit in Amalia’s mind.

Her mind decided to torture her each night when she attempted to get a full night’s rest, teasing her with made up images of Bishop with another woman on his lap at a club party. Quite happily lapping up the attention.

She was sure that wasn’t the case, and even if it was, so what? He could do as he wanted. He was a single man. He could hook up with whoever he wanted. So why did the thought fill the brunette with so much dread?

Another sleepless night eventually led to morning and Amalia dragged herself out of bed, begrudgingly threw on an office appropriate outfit, washed her face and took a deep breath to ready herself for another day of seemingly meaningless work.

The day passed slowly. Send an email, answer a call, read an email, stare blankly at a report that was due tomorrow, wonder why James from sales insisted on hitting ‘reply all’ on an all company email for his reply of:

Thanks,

James.

Her mind numbing train of thought was gratefully interrupted by the short vibration of her phone, the contact on screen reading, Angel

Heads up if you see pop, he’s in a pissy mood.

Relevant enough to not be suspicious, but Amalia knew her brother well enough to know this was an attempt to break the wall of silence she had put between them.

Same with Ez.

Came a second text. Amalia typed out her reply.

Any particular reason?

Dunno. Come to the club later.

Amalia internally groaned. The freaking club. Why couldn’t he suggest his place like a normal brother?

Not in much of a party mood.

Chill. I meant to talk to your little brother.

Oh. Well, stopping by EZ’s trailer was out of the way of the club.. kind of. She could probably be in and out without raising the attention of the President. And if her brother needed her, that had to take priority, right?

Fine. Be there after work.

Amalia’s stomach was in knots as she drew closer to the club.

‘Sneak in, sneak out, you’ll be fine.’ She kept reminding herself.

If she saw Bishop she had a plan; hold her head high and carry on like the mature adult she was.

Putting her car in park, she gripped her steering wheel and drew a deep breath.

Get out of the car, she thought to herself, get out and beeline for the trailer.

She did just that.

Walking as light on her feet as she could without looking like she was guilty of something to draw as little attention as possible, she kept her head down and made her play straight for the trailer.

Chucky spotted her from the office window and waved out excitedly, she waved back, but apart from the likeable oddball, it seemed there was no one else around.

Good.

It was quiet around EZ’s trailer, as it usually is. Amalia hoped it meant he was tucked up inside minding his own business and not with the guys in the clubhouse.

“EZ!” She called as she approached the door, tapping twice, “You in here?”

She could hear a rustling coming from inside along with a muffled, “Just a sec!”

More rustling followed before finally the small door swung open to reveal the smiling younger brother.

“Hey, A. What’s up?” EZ leaned out the door but didn’t make any move to actually remove himself from his trailer, resulting in him towering over his sister - more than usual.

She gave him a little smile and shrugged, “Just hadn’t seen you around for a bit. Thought I’d check in.”

If EZ wanted to call bullshit he didn’t, instead playfully rolling his eyes, “I’m good, A. Nothing new to report here.”

Amalia knew her brother well enough to know he was lying. But she also knew she couldn’t push him too much, he was like Angel in that way.

She nodded, “Okay well… do you wanna go grab a coffee or something? I could do with a little outing.”

That wasn’t a lie, she could really do with the distraction.

She registered footsteps approaching from behind as EZ replied, “Uh, nah I’m good. Sorry just…” he shrugged, “kinda caught up with something at the moment.”

His smile was forced this time, eyes shooting between her and Angel who had just graced them with his presence. She didn’t acknowledge the oldest brother, attention still on EZ.

“You sure you’re good, EZ?”

Angel piped up, “I heard coffee. I’m down. Be good for some… sibling bonding or some shit.”

Clearly beginning to feel like he was being interrogated, the youngest Reyes pursed his lips and looked between his two siblings.

“What is this?” He started, glaring between them, “Some kind of intervention? You two gossiping about me now?”

While Amalia prepared to defend herself, Angel just shrugged and spoke first, “You’ve been acting weird lately. Pissed all the time. Same with pop. We’re just wondering what’s going on.”

“There’s nothing going on,” EZ stressed, “God you two need your own lives. Honestly, I’m good. Now if you don’t mind…” he gestured to the trailer, “I’m kinda busy right now.”

“Wait, EZ-“ Amalia was cut off by the door swinging closed, taking her younger brother with it. She turned to Angel, “What was that?”

Angel shrugged and looked at the trailer, “He’s been like that for a few days. Doesn’t say much to me.”

Since their mother’s passing, Amalia had tried really hard not to step into the ‘overbearing mother figure’ role. It wasn’t her job. And her brothers were both adults, she couldn’t expect them to tell her every detail about their lives. But in situations like this, when she could clearly see something wasn’t right, the urge to dig grew stronger.

Not my circus, not my monkeys.

Angel nudged her and they began walking back to her car, Amalia noted they were absentmindedly taking the long way, close to the clubhouse.

“Do you think it’s club shit?” She questioned, clocking Angel shaking his head in her peripheral.

“Nah. Things are decent at the moment. I think it’s gotta be something to do with him and Pop.”

Amalia sighed, “And like always, we’re the last to hear about it.”

“Yup.”

While they continued their slow walk toward her car, Amalia could feel eyes on her from afar. Turning her head slightly she found her gaze locked with that of the Mayan President. Gee what a surprise.

She quickly reverted her gaze and let it drop to the ground in front of her. Angel came to a stop and leant against an old fence, Amalia following suit.

“What about you?” Angel questioned. She look at her brother confused before he continued, “Are you okay? Didn’t hear from you for a while. Not like you.”

Amalia took a deep breath and looked around the yard, catching Bishop’s eye again. Neither moved their gaze this time, locked in a staring battle that the Reyes sister was sure to lose, “I’m okay, Angel. Just had some work shit going on. Forgot what a work/life balance was for a second.”

She broke her stare with the President and turned to give her brother a small smile, “I am good, Angel. Promise.”

Liar.

Angel nodded, accepting her answer, “Good. I can’t deal with two fucked up siblings.”

She let out a snort, “Welcome to my life, ‘mano.”

He pushed her and began to walk away, calling over his shoulder, “I’m coming for food this week.”

“Only if you use your manners!” She retorted, laughing when he raised his middle finger in farewell.

Her eyes darted the yard once more, again locking with Bishop’s from the porch. Man had a real staring problem apparently.

So he can openly stare at me but can’t send a girl a text?

Again being the first to break eye contact she quickly turned and headed for her car, readying herself to once again hide away and overthink what Bishop’s staring could mean.

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