Mayans crushing on/ being infatuated with a younger reader
This is my first time writing for Mayans. I know there are many fans of the show but I feel like there is not enough people writing for it and showing it love.
Note: I roughly guessed what the guys ages would be at the beginning of the series based on their apperance and actors' ages. I would love to know how old you think they are!
Bishop – 49
Taza – 62
Tranq – 44
Riz – 37
Creeper – 41
Gilly – 36
Coco – 34
Angel – 30
Ez – 26
Bishop – He didn’t have any qualms about his attraction to you in the beginning. Walking up to you when you were at the clubhouse and flirting with you, saying it was good to see you around. He didn't think too much about it, he likes the way he feels when you are responding to him in a positive way. Bishop lies to himself, he doesn’t purposefully seek you out in the crowd, but Taza points it out for him - "Don't worry Prez, your girl is outside, having a smoke with Gilly". - And that phrase hits him; the fact that someone has noticed his interest in you, and more so called you "his girl" - that spreads warmth in his chest. He wants you to be his girl, but he is not sure how you feel about it. Sure you reciprocate his attention, smile at him and spend more time with him than other members of MC, but it doesn't mean you want anything more with him than friendship. The age gap is large, Bishop could be your father; and the potential comments that would follow make him shrudder, yet the thought of you in his arms makes him think that he could deal with being the butt of the jokes for some time.
Taza – Taza thought that love is not for him anymore. But the familiar butterflies are starting to dance in his belly again when you laugh at his joke. He loves the feeling of it, but the moment he realises it he gets scared. He is not ready for it, he didn’t think it is possible, he is too old and commited too many sins to be rewarded with these emotions. Taza wonders what he can possibly offer you? His life is filled with violence and loneliness.But then he takes out his phone and sees your name across the screen Che thinks that maybe he can give it a try.
Tranq – Tranq is a rough man, for the majority of his life he had only his mother and the club. He is "El Pacificador", a giant of a man, always in the epicentre of fights. Even though he is not the loudest and meanest in the club he thinks he might be too imposing for you, scare you away. Let alone the fact that he is in his 40's. Still, when he is next to you Hank’s increased heart beat drowns out the doubts. Against his wishes the softer side of him comes out. The way you lean on Tranq's shoulder when you are tipsy, or when you ask specifically for his help with your car makes him feel special, and he never wants to let go of this feeling. Quite the opposite, he feels insatiable, he is hungry for your affection and Hank wants more of it. He is not a greedy man, he shares everything in life with his club, but you are someone Hank wants to keep all to himself.
Riz – Michael has been disillusioned with life long ago, many people in his life shunned him; only in the brotherhood of Mayans did he find the solace. Riz craves love, family and companionship is something he always secretly wanted. Maybe that's why he was always a ladies man - trying to fill a void in his life with someone, something. When he met you for the first time, it was hard to avert his eyes from you. You were like the smell of rain in summer before the thunder strikes, Riz felt that when you stepped into the clubhouse you brought change with you, and it was just for him, and he welcomes this feeling with an open heart.
Riz knows he likes what he is seeing and he wants you to like him as well. He just needs his chance to prove that he can make it work, and he does what he does best, trying to smooth talk you. Offering you a drink and showering in compliments. He wants you to have a good time with him, he sure does with you. Once you jokingly called him an "old man", Riz quickly shot back that he prefers "daddy" instead, laughing at your shy expression. Age is not a problem for him, not when it comes to you and what the two of you could have, and he is willing to show it to you.
Creeper – Creeper didn’t really think that romantic love was for him. Since childhood there was nothing but darkness staining his life, like he is punished for doing something in his past life and can never repent. So Neron never expects gifts from live; he takes, but only gives. He gives his loyalty and time to his club and he gives his love to you, Creeper doesn't feel like he is allowed to receive any back from you.
Neron feels disgusted with himself and his want for you. You are almost too clean for him, Creeper doesn't have the right to mess you up. He tries to avoid you, but it’s as if you are always seeking him out, sipping on water with him at the parties, forgoing the alcohol. All the time you are asking him about his tattoos, and one time while planning your own you reach out and touch his forearm where a faces of women are depicted. Neron feels burned, but its amazing, he wants to keep your hands there, on him, interested in him. He is scared of rejection, he wants your love, he is ready to trade anything in his poor life in order to be yours.
Gilly – Gilly is know for “disarming” ladies, but it was a shock to him when you swooped into his heart and disarmed him. This young woman, too young for him comes and can out-do him in telling dirty jokes? Who are you? And you are playfully offering to arm-wrestle him, losing instantly. But he loves it, he feels like a teenager again, trying to show off infront of you. You have him wrapped around your finger and you don't even realise it. Other guys are teasing him in good fun, but when one day Coco jokes “you better act up brother or all the younger ones will steal her from under your old nose” Gilly laughs with him but it makes him think “oh shit…. I don’t wanna lose her to anyone”.
Coco – He was a little apprehensive at first about his feelings for you. You have less of an age difference with Letty than with him. He thinks that what he is feeling for you is wrong, even if you are a grown person. Coco always tried to stay away from the things that he cares for, it’s easier that way, he doesn't hurt anyone but only himself that way. You are precious to him, you care for him and Letty seems to like you. He already made all the guys in the club aware that he is interested in you and not to treat you badly. When members from other charters come and you are there, he makes sure to be near you or to keep an eye on you. You should be treated with the outmost respect and gentleness. Gentleness is a funny word for Coco; mainly because nothing in his life is, but he wants to learn it for you.
Angel – Angel stopped caring what other people think long time ago. He feels like he always has to prove himself to others and its never enough. So when you praise him, Angel can't even stop himself, he is floored. You think he is amazing, and you support him when he has a bad day. You are younger, but he feels like he has to look up to you. You are showing him the way of how to live life without being afraid of rejection. Angel thought he is brave, but he relearns the defenition of it when he is with you. He doesn't see the age gap between you as a boundary, because there is so much you bring to his life. And Angel wants for the first time in his life too repay that affection, he wants to make it his mission to worship you and elevate you. You are his guardian angel.
Ez – He hasn't been lucky in love, EZ knows he falls in love fast and hard, but with you he feels like he is falling even harder. Even though your age gap is not too big, he feels like you have whole life ahead of you, he doesn't want you to be tied to him. There is so much you could be doing, travelling, things that EZ cannot join you on. But he is aching for you to choose him over everything else, although he will never admit it, as it will be too selfish. It feels like his life is fixable when you are together and he doesn’t have to just survive anymore, with you he can live.
Summary: It was just another day, but when Gilly walks out to his bike to find a large green moth on his wheel his life is seemingly changed forever.
Trigger/Content Warning(s): none
Word Count: 1627
A/N: this was inspired by me finding a Luna Moth on my porch the other day. I love moths and have never seen one in person. I was entranced. And I guess I just got inspired. This Fic will probably have two more parts. :) Also, first fully Gilly Fic, HELLO?!
“Yo what is with that new background?” Coco asked when he caught sight of Gilly’s phone.
Gilly laughed and showed him more directly, “It’s just a Luna Moth, Hermano,” he said.
“A what?” The other man asked with a cocked brow.
“One landed on my bike a few weeks back,” Gilly shrugged.
“So you took a picture?” Coco asked.
“Nah, my neighbor did, before she rescued the thing,” he said.
He could swear he would never forget that day.
— One Month Ago —
“Whoa, what the fuck are you?” Gilly asked only half under his breath as he stared at the rather large, pale green, creature sitting so comfortably on his front wheel.
He dismounted before he even got his helmet fastened to look at the thing. It was a moth he could guess. But one like he had never seen before.
He didn’t want to kill it. It was harmless. And he did enough killing in his day to day life. But one look at his rather large hands and he knew he couldn’t gently remove the thing.
While he was standing there however he heard someone walk up. “Whoa! Is that a Luna Moth?!” Came an excited voice he sort of recognized.
He looked up to see his neighbor standing there with a wide, awe filled smile as she looked at the creature, which he now knew was a Luna Moth, resting on his bike.
“I guess,” he said, “I need to leave but I don’t want to hurt it…”
The woman looked at him with tenderness in her eyes. Like she didn’t expect another person to have her same sympathy for a moth.
“I can get them off of there for you, but do you mind if I take a picture first?” She asked.
“I mean sure, I don’t own the moth,” Gilly joked.
His neighbor looked at him with a bubbly laugh, “But you own the bike, don’t want to take a pic of your actual property without permission,” she teased.
Gilly just laughed and nodded that she could take a photo. She pulled her phone out and got a very artistic shot of the delicate Luna Moth resting so calmly on the wheel of his Harley. Half on the rubber tire and half on the metal rim and spikes. She showed it to him and offered to send it to him when he complimented the shot.
He wasn’t going to argue, her pure joy at the moment endearing. When she’d first moved in he had considered getting her number. But never had the chance since he didn’t wanna come of as a creep.
After they quickly exchanged numbers and she texted him the photo she gently slid her hand under the moth. Using the spokes of the wheel to make it easier to get her middle finger below the moth’s lower body.
“C’mon sweetheart, it’s alright, I’ll get you somewhere safe, like my porch so you can rest until tonight…” she murmured, “That’s it, careful now…”
As Gilly watched her gently encouraging the moth to let her lift it and rest on her hand instead of his wheel he found himself unable to look away from her face. The kindness and adoration she had for the creature had his heart aching in a way he didn’t recognize.
“Isn’t it pretty?” She said as the moth settled comfortably on her fingers, like it knew it could trust her, “They’re actually pretty rare.” She said and showed Gilly who nodded, suddenly not in a rush anymore.
“It is,” he said.
“This one must have just opened and chose your bike as the perfect place to dry its wings,” she laughed softly, “Sheltered and safe for its tragically short life.”
“What do you mean?” Gilly asked, confused.
“Well, Luna Moths only live for a week after they emerge from their cocoon.” She said, “It’s nature, sad as it is. You see, this little guy doesn’t even have a mouth.”
Gilly was shocked but still listened to her explain it.
“They eat all they can as caterpillars and then as adults their entire life is dedicated to finding a mate and laying eggs before they die.” She said as she shifted her hand just a bit for a better look at the moth who adjusted its position to stay comfortably on her fingers.
She smiled at the moth while Gilly smiled at her.
“A life of cursed beauty,” she murmured.
An idea struck him and he pulled his phone out again. He didn’t want this conversation to end. And the mere sight of her smiling so sweetly at the moth in her hand made his heart pound. He wanted to know her.
“Do you want a photo of you holding it?” He asked.
Buscher looked at him with a sweet smile, “Sure,” she murmured.
Gilly was quick to take a couple photos of her, loving the smile on her lips and the blush on her cheeks.
“I need to go get this little guy to safety,” she murmured, but she was finding it hard to walk away as well.
Before Gilly could text her the photo his phone went off. It was Bishop asking where the hell he was. He sighed before laughing softly.
“Well, I’m in trouble,” he joked, “Boss wants to know where my ass is.”
The young woman chuckled softly. That was probably the only thing that could get them to part ways right now. She stepped back from his bike and smiled at him.
“Guess I’ll be seeing you.” She murmured.
“You can count on it,” Gilly said and fastened his helmet.
—
That evening at the clubhouse Gilly realized that he hadn’t sent his neighbor the photos he’d taken for her. And was quick to do so.
Gilly: Hey Luna Moth, forgot to text these to you.
He grinned as she was quick to reply.
Luna Moth: Oh! Thank you. Hope you didn’t get into too much trouble for me distracting you.
Gilly: Nah, nothing like that. Don’t worry about it.
They texted for a few more minutes. Before she had to go for the night. She had work early the next morning.
Gilly knew for a fact that this wouldn’t be the last time they spoke.
—
He was right. It was around two days later when Gilly ran into her at the grocery store.
“Hey Luna Moth,” he said with a soft laugh while he walked over to her.
His neighbor looked up with a bright smile, “Hey Gilly,” she laughed, "I know I told you my name, why are you just calling Luna Moth?” She jokingly asked, “Did you forget it?”
“I don’t know, just seems to fit,” he joked before repeating her actual name to prove it.
He didn’t say it but it was because he thought she was as beautiful as the moth. They were one in the same in his mind. Though he hoped she wasn’t nearly as tragic as a moth which only lived for one week.
She smiled sweetly at him as they talked for a few minutes, catching up. He smiled as she looked up at him. He was sweet, funny, different than his reputation as a Mayan would have anyone believe.
She’d been his neighbor for around a year now. She had seen and heard him coming home at all hours of the night. Even now he was in his kutte. But his smile was honestly so cute. She couldn’t help but feel no fear standing with him.
“Have you see it again?” He asked.
“Once, on the eaves above my kitchen window yesterday morning.” She said, “I think it was a female cause when I looked again this morning there was a small bundle of what looks like seeds, but these are eggs.”
Gilly’s eyes widened a bit. But his grin widened too. She’d managed to save a mama moth.
She pulled her phone out to show Gilly the photo she had taken, "It's a smart spot,shaded and safe from rain and predators.” She explained.
“Yeah, pretty soon you’ll have a nursery of caterpillars in your garden,” he joked.
“Good thing I don’t mind sharing my bushes with moths or butterflies.” She said smiling, “I’m gonna keep an eye on them, I might just have a front row seat to their full lifecycle.”
There was a level of awe in her voice that made Gilly’s smile soften. How something so simple, yet miraculous from nature, had her full of so much joy he couldn’t help but feel it himself.
“I can share pictures of them…if you want…” she offered tentatively.
“Sure, but only on one condition,” Gilly teased, not wanting to let this opportunity slip right by him.
“What’s that?” She asked with a tilt of her head.
“You let me take you out this weekend,” he said, his grin turning flirtatious and the red on her cheeks darkening even more, “Maybe dinner on Saturday.”
“I’d like that, I’m off this weekend so Saturday works for me,” she couldn’t believe this was happening.
She’d harbored a secret, massive crush on her neighbor since she moved in. And to have what brought them together be a Luna Moth seemed fitting for her life.
“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said, “Wear jeans, cause we’re taking my bike.”
Neither of them knew her cheeks could get any darker. She still smiled, trying not to act overly excited to be able to ride with him.
“Sounds good,” she said, “But don’t be shy about texting me anytime.”
“You too,” he said.
Before they parted ways she leaned up and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.
“See you Saturday Gilly,” she murmured.
Gilly couldn’t wait. He didn’t want to let her go anytime soon.
So last week I said I wanted to generate five random characters from a Wheel of Names thing that I have on my phone. I said I was going to do this monthly. (See post).
So I didn’t actually get any requests which is sad. But I can’t expect it all the time obviously. I still did NSFW headcanons for all the characters listed on that post. And I did come up with a couple of extra ideas for Hank. So even if I don’t get requests for the characters each time I will at least do NSFW headcanons and if I can try and come up with a few ideas.
Anyway getting to the point of this post, I have decided to randomly generate the 5 new characters each week rather than each month. If it keeps fresh requests coming through regularly and hopefully some fresh ideas coming out of my brain. It also gives me a chance to write for a wider variety of the characters I write for because I feel like I write so much for the same characters over and over again.
Anyway the five characters for this week are:
Daryl Dixon
David Hale
Luke Alvez
Gilberto “Gilly” Lopez
Jesse Van Horn
Please consider sending in requests for the above characters. It would be greatly appreciated
With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!
Prompt: daydream
Word Count: 100
A/N: i love Gilly. i miss him. i have to get back to my stories for him.
The happy, peaceful life that you and Gilly had settled into was something that he didn’t ever think he could have. Even if he was told that he could ask for anything, he wouldn’t have been so bold as to ask for you, for what you’d given him.
The realization would catch him off-guard and leave him unable to do anything but watch you in awe.
This time, you caught him staring and smiled. “What’re you daydreaming about over there?”
He chuckled past the lump in his throat, emotions bubbling up from his chest, happiness that felt too easy. “Nothin’.”
Bodyguard!Gilbert 'Gilly' Lopez x reader, the usual for the show, 1584 words
a/n : bodyguard au cause we love them tropes
Tagging my Gilly people @narcolini @drabbles-mc <3
‘’ You lied to me. ‘’
‘’ I did. ‘’
‘’ Are you even dating me or is this all a big joke too? ‘’
He sighs, and suddenly the big SUV feels too small for the both of them. The cracked glass across the windshield makes it hard to see, the busted window in the back letting the wind whistle between his ears.
‘’ I… ‘’
His tongue rolls in his mouth, he doesn’t know what to say. On one side, he shouldn’t tell you, admit that he likes you, not when your dad had been clear about that in the contract. All means necessary, don’t fall in love. On the other, how couldn’t he, when you had been so kind, so charming since the beginning, why wouldn’t he want to date you?
‘’ Don’t. ‘’ You answer back, sinking into your seat. ‘’ I don’t want to know. ‘’
He had done lots of business with your dad before, a strong man with piercing eyes, sharp suits. That is where the offer came from, between gun trades and small talk. Got a babysitting job for you, Gilly, easy work, easy cash. More like a bodyguard job, a dumbass bodyguard job with actual danger, guns and wounds. Your dad had told him you wouldn’t be easily convinced, that to ensure your safety he would have to be less traditional, less leather and handgun, more friend, even closer if needed. And he did, even if he knew it wasn’t part of the plan, letting you run your fingers through his beard, sharing the same side of the bed, he just couldn’t say no.
‘’ Listen, baby, I- ‘’
‘’ Don’t- oh my god, Gilly what the fuck is wrong with you?! ‘’
Your hands are tight, gripping the door handle as he takes a sharp left. You turn to face him.
‘’ Stop it, it’s over! Don’t ‘baby’ me, don’t… ‘’ you gesticulate around, hands flying, ‘’ Just stop. ‘’
You raise your palms to your eyes, pressing, muttering things he can’t understand. He can sense your distress, he knows you now, better than anyone, more than your father would like him to probably. It has been months since you two had been together now, good months, the best ones for him this year. It was an easy job at first too, simply because you never were a primary target, just one that they would try to hit if deals went wrong. Being the child of a gun lord usually came with a fair share of barrels pointing back, and, from what he had seen from you when bullets eventually started flying, staying low and away from the windows, this whole routine was old news to you.
‘’ Please don’t be mad, I can explain. ‘’ He tries again.
You scoff, and he watches as you squint your eyes at him. It makes him feel small in his seat.
‘’ I don’t think you can, Gilly. Save your breath. ‘’
The car is colder now that the sun has gone down and he watches the wind wrap around your hair, lets the breeze bring goosebumps to his arms. He knows the two of you are too exposed, in this beat-up car, bullet holes on each side. It pains him that he knows the only place you will truly be safe is at your dad’s house, and he has to bring you there, not the club, not his house, not anywhere else. Drop you off, collect his hazard pay and leave. Leave you and hope you will answer his texts, even if he something tells him you probably won't.
He takes a left turn, fast, into a poorly lit backstreet, almost propelling you against your window side. The breaks get pressed just as fast, and you have to brace yourself with your hands on the dash.
‘’ Have you gone mad?! Did they hit you on the head or something?! ‘’
Gilly turns off the car and pivotes to you, bringing his arm up to wrap the back of your seat, caging you in.
‘’ I can explain. ‘’ Let me, please.
He is observing you, the frown between your brows, the anger in your eyes, the dried blood on the side of your face. It is superficial, really, barely a scratch, but he has to hold himself back from reaching out, move your chin to the side so he can get a better look. He breathes your name as the overhead lights dim out, leaving the two of you in the dark, pleading. He can smell your perfume, hear the shakiness in your breath.
‘’ Okay, whatever. ‘’
You cross your arms around your chest. Even in the darkness, he knows you are watching him, waiting.
‘’ I like you, I do. ‘’ He starts, ‘’ I wasn’t supposed to, though, we just needed to be friends, you know? So I could make sure you were safe. ‘’ But I failed.
‘’ My dad hired you. ‘’
‘’ He did. ‘’
Your shadow moves, moving to the side to lay your head on the headrest. Your voice is soft, going through the motions, exhausted. You must be tired, the rest of the adrenaline dripping out of you in waves.
‘’ Do you work for him, selling the guns and stuff? ‘’
‘’ More like with him, I’m in a motorcycle club. ‘’
We buy them, he could have said, sell some back if they ever come across a nice shipment from god knows where, but he doesn’t. You are smart, you get it.
‘’ You’re used to getting shot a lot. ‘’ It is not a question, more like a fact, piecing the information together.
‘’ You could say that. ‘’
He holds his free hand out, and you take it, his warm fingers taking in your cold ones. He can tell you have softened up, put down the axe.
‘’ You really like me? ‘’
‘’ I do, very much. ‘’
You squeeze his hand, gently, even though he can’t see, he knows you are pursing your lips, biting the inside of your cheek. You move gently, twisting between your seat and the cup holder, leaning down and pressing your cheek on his shoulder. He can feel your body relax into his.
‘’ Can we go home now? I want a hot shower. ‘’
‘’ I know you do, baby, we’ll be there soon. ‘’
He lets you nuzzle into in shirt, caressing your hair with his free hand. He starts the car, driving back up to the main street. He doesn’t have the guts to tell you you are going home alone tonight, that there is no way in hell your dad will let you sleep somewhere else.
To his surprise, you don’t put much of a fight when you notice the gates around your dad’s house, or when he says your name into the intercom so you can be let in, but you are a smart one, of course, you picked it up. The nuances, the conflict inside of him, how he couldn’t get out of the car at first, couldn’t let go of your arm when people started pouring out the house. I’m good, Gilly, you whispered to him, thank you. And so he listens, he lets go, picks up his cash and leaves.
.
A week passes, a long one, of mindless thinking, passing time, putting cars on the lift and then bringing them down. He hears about you at Templo one morning, barely a sentence, something about your dad catching the guys, how business between him and the Mayans has been booming since then. Thanks, Gilly. Good job, man. The military training finally paying off, uh? He nods and smiles, but he doesn’t ask about you. He tries to play it low, make it seem like he is not taking the biggest hit of his life.
When he gets home that afternoon, something is different, maybe it is the way the grass is bent where it usually isn’t, how the doormat is slightly crooked, but it is you sitting at the diner table that makes him stop in his tracks.
His hand is still on the gun at the back of his waist, his other tight on the door handle when you wave at him, a small smile on your lips. Your hair is slightly shorter, different, and you are wearing too many layers for the California heat. You speak first.
‘’ Hey, baby… ‘’
Gilly lets go of the handle at his back and closes the door behind him. Baby. Baby. You stand up before he can talk back, nervously taking a few steps towards him.
‘’ We were on lockdown, I couldn’t call, I couldn’t leave. ‘’ Your fingers are pulling at threads on your jeans pocket. ‘’ I’m sorry, Gilly. ‘’
He melts, there is nothing else he can do. His arms find their way naturally around you, one hand on your head, pushing your cheek against his chest. He knows you can feel his heart beating in your ear, hear the relief that comes out of him with a sigh. There is no hesitation when you hug back, warm fingers griping at his cut.
‘’ I will never lie again, I swear. ‘’
You laugh, and it makes him squeeze tighter.
‘’ It’s alright, only for good reasons from now on, okay? ‘’
Okay, he will. Protecting you will be a full-time job now, maybe not the small contract he thought he was going into, something different, something warm and meaningful—soft, loved.
