summary. how maddy and bishop would connect after the final episode; a set of headcanon.
ft. madeline "maddy" perez x bishop
: a/n. i knew they were buzzy from the very beginning.
⊱ MADDY would be quick to notice that bishop harbored some kind of feelings/attraction toward her ever since he drove kitty & her back to cassie’s house after the alamo incident.
⊱ BISHOP knows that she knows, but he’d just continue staring blankly at her as maddy sized him up– her mind working quickly in assessing this new bit of information. plotting, marking, connecting. bishop lets her.
❧ —— “wait,” she’d say, stopping bishop from pulling away from cassie’s driveway that night. “where will you go?”
“i have a place. not too far out from here.”
“okay,” maddy nodded, carefully storing away cryptic pieces of the former right-hand man’s life. “but how would i reach you?”
bishop would stare right into her dark eyes. lifeless to her intense pair. they’ll have these staring matches often in the near future, though right now, bishop opted to give an answer instead of his usual silence.
“i’ll reach you,” he’d say.
“well, that’s not fair,” she quickly countered. “i need to know how to reach you too.”
“why?”
kitty– still cold and shocked– would mutely watch their interaction from the side, pressing down the needy urge to flee inside for comfort after everything she went through that night, but she couldn't exactly sprint without her boss in tow.
thankfully, maddy just cocked her head to the side, shrugging at the man in the car. “just because.” —— ☙
⊱ they ended up becoming business partners of some sort. MADDY would text him first, asking for a meet-up to discuss finances since their worlds are heavily intertwined and always would be, anyway.
⊱ MADDY would ask for these “strategic meet-ups” a lot and BISHOP would be in his car before he could even text her back with a short “Alright.”
⊱ people genuinely think BISHOP is maddy’s bodyguard with the way he would always be glued to her like a second shadow.
⊱ would ask him to come over for “advice” because … her business affects his business and vice versa, obviously.
⊱ “the metal strap-on is definitely more eye-catching. bee, what d’you think?”
she’d earn an immediate “yeah.” from him, even though he wouldn’t spare a glance at the barely clothed models sprawled over cassie’s bed.
⊱ MADDY would shove two different gag balls in front of his face & he’d just stare at her smirking face all unimpressed, knowing she was trying (failing) to tick him off.
she’d snort. “you’re no fun.” —— ☙
⊱ deep down, BISHOP never minded that maddy “drags”– as Q’s disrespectful ass would say– him around because the other option would entail him just coming over unannounced like a fool to a house brimming with women. worse: he’d be a fucking creep.
❧ —— “i think snowflake misses you.”
maddy would glance up from her phone, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “yeah?”
“yeah,” he’d confirm. so unaffected.
“did he say that he misses ‘the pretty lady with the designer fits and great hair’?”
he’d hum. the edge of his mouth quirking up the tiniest bit and maddy would smile at his reaction.
“word by word,” he’d say. —— ☙
⊱ would call BISHOP for pretty much everything.
⊱ need a new toy for the girls’ content? bishop. forgot the bikini set she'd order three weeks ago? bishop, since he’s heading this way anyway. lunch for the entire house? bishop knows a great place where they went once & she’ll tell him order it from them.
⊱ drunk out of her mind? god have mercy, BISHOP’s her speed dial.
⊱ MADDY would wake up up in bishop’s neat bed more times than she’ll ever admit. an advil, water, and a sandwich already perched on the side table.
⊱ BISHOP wouldn’t be there.
⊱ he’d hang with snowflake in his living room as MADDY makes her way to the massive couch, toppling down beside him.
⊱ BISHOP would look away from the TV. ten seconds later, he'd still be watching maddy– disheveled with mascara running down her eyes, perplexingly gorgeous– trying to massage out her headache.
❧ —— “you good?” he’d ask.
she’d hum back in response, and he’d slowly return to his TV, LOST blaring over the wide flat screen, as she watched him in return.
“you’re never there when i wake up,” she’d point out. blunt, matter-of-factly.
he’d slowly swivel his head back toward her. his left hand still mindlessly combing through snowflake’s impeccable fur. it would prove contagious, and soon maddy would be busy petting the poodle’s round head.
“i never sleep in my bedroom when you’re here,” he’d simply answer.
maddy’s eyebrows would furrow as she continue scratching snowflake behind the ears. “why?”
“that’d be inappropriate.” he’d gaze right at her. “impudent.”
“well, you should,” she’d tell him. “it’s fucking freezing at night in a bed that big.”
his dull eyes would track over her face in earnest. “i can turn the heater up.”
maddy would grin, eyes now on snowflake who had began yelling out his excited little barks.
“that’s stupid,” she’d comment. “i prefer human warmth. i might get hypothermia, you know.”
“you won’t.” and there’d be a note of fondness threaded through his monotone voice. “but alright, maddy perez.” —— ☙
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