Anon requested -Â Â Okay um hi. Can I just say that I love all your work?!! Anyways, do you do headcannon preferences? If so, could you do a Mayans MC headcannon preference where the guy learns their S/O, the reader, is depressed and suicidal? If you don't want to because if the topic then I completely understand - just EZ, Angel, Coco, Gilly, Hank and Riz.
Authors Note - OK I went more towards sadness and depression than suicide. There are no warnings as I didn’t mention anything in particular. I’m sorry if this offends anyone, or makes anyone feel uncomfortable or whatever.Â
It is my first attempt at a HC and I’m thankful to the anon for trusting me with something like this. I hope you all enjoy.
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I’m not English speaker, so probably it doesnt make sense, but inspired by @everyhowlmarksthedead​ I decided to write down some images i have in mind. Probably there is more mistakes then words, but I would appriciate some feedback. I’m not going to write anything longer, i dont think it would be easy to read for English speakers, but in the future i would like to to write some very short images. All about Mayans MC of course and probably some SOA.Â
So here comes a Night in the desert
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The rock you were sitting on was warm after the whole day. It was amazing to sit there and feel the warmth in the cold air of the night desert. Another source of warmth was your Old Man that was sitting tightly by you. As always he was invading your personal space and was holding you as tight as it is possible. You get used to it. When you started to date Bishop it was hard for you. Your northern soul and body had much wider personal space then anybody you've met here in the Southern Cali. It bothered you that everybody tried to touch you, hug you, kiss you on a cheek. You flushed when you remembered the face of Angel when you punched him with your elbow. That morning he just tried to greet you with a hug. It was a more subconscious way of trying to fight for your space, then the self-defence. Sometimes you felt trapped in southern closeness. But it was months ago. You get used to it now, and it didn't bother you as much. And, to be honest, since you started dating Bishop you loved how he was always finding a way to be as close as it is possible. When he was seeing you he could barely keep himself from touching you, wrapping his arms around you, just having you as close as it is possible. In his sleep he always pulls you closer to him, holding his arm around you, as he is afraid you disappear.
And you were sitting on the desert rock as tightly as it is possible. You felt his smell, that lovely mix of dust, leather, cologne he used, and cigarettes. It was another thing you learnt to like, even if you hated smokers in your previous life up north.
- I love you, querida - he said, breaking the silence of the night.
You hugged him and laid your head on his shoulder.
- Y/N, you know you supposed to tell me that back - he teased you.
- Obispo - you sighed. - I feel so good with you. In my whole life, I have never felt so in a place like now.
- Y/N, I'm still waiting - you heard a smile in his voice. He knew you had problems with big words.
- I love that the stars are so bright here in the desert - you changed a topic.
- You love the stars, and you don't love me?
- Oh, I love you Bishop - the word burst out your mouth quickly before you even thought. He tilted your head to himself, turned slightly and kissed. He looked into your eyes and smiled.
The stars were not so bright anymore, as you drowned in his smile.
- I want to stay here forever - you murmured.
- I have an extra blanket in a side bag by the bike, but it will be much colder later. - your man was practical as ever. - We can camp out one night, but now, let me take you home and I will show you how much I'm crazy about you, querida.
