Mayans MC Imagines

Translating - Creeper

I originally saw this type of idea with a Juice one shot but I don't remember where or when. - Erynn

Description: Creeper's girlfriend gets sick of him not being able to speak Spanish so she starts to teach him by only using Spanish around him.

"Why is Creep being even more of an ass than usual?" Coco asked as he sat down next to me on the porch of the clubhouse.

"He's not getting laid until he learns some Spanish."

"That is cruel and unusual punishment," he said with a small laugh.

"You can't tell me it isn't-." I paused as Creeper walked out the door, no doubt in search of me. "Obnoxious to have him not knowing Spanish."

"Makes it easier to make fun of him though," Coco said, following my lead on switching languages.

"Coco, tell her this is bullshit." Coco and I both looked to Creep before turning back to one another.

"The uh, idiot over there wants me to let you know he thinks this is bullshit," Coco said. I nodded and laughed slightly.

"Thank you for the translation. It'll be good practice since that idiot refuses to learn Spanish," I said. Bishop and Taza walked out as Coco and I were going back and forth.

"Cut him some slack querida," Taza said.

"Yeah ain't his fault he's from the big city," Coco said jokingly as he stood up to go with the other two. I walked over to Creep and he pulled me into his arms.

"Are you going with them?"

"No. He is your problem all afternoon," Bishop said. I nodded and laughed a bit.

"Why?" Creep asked looking down at me.

"You need to learn Spanish," I said. He shook his head a bit.

"I know I need to. I don't love your method but I know I need to," he said.

"You're getting somewhere," I said. He didn't understand that sentence. I shook my head a bit and leaned against his chest again.

"Babe, Spanglish is enough for me to get by," he said.

"Worked great with the Mexican doctor you had to have heal your shoulder, didn't it? Telling him you're an LA Mexican?" I said. I'd heard all about it when Coco showed up to tell me where he was. Coco and Angel were eager to relay that they'd told the doctor Creep wanted a sex change while he was at it.

"And you've lost me again," he said. We let it fall silent as we just stood there another minute. I wanted to head home but I'd follow Creeper's lead on that.

"Querida." I looked up at him, hopeful for some more Spanish to fall from his lips. "I love you."

"I love you too. And I am sorry you're struggling. I'm not sorry for doing it," I said. He didn't seem to follow much beyond I love you and I'm sorry.

"Look, I will learn Spanish but we've gotta find another way to reinforce it because withholding sex that's just evil," he said. I smirked a bit.

"Like la chancla?"

"Fuck no. My mother only had to look at me to get me to behave," he said.

"Better behaved than my brothers than," I said. "They definitely went flying around our house at least once a month."

He nodded a bit. He'd heard me talk about it before in English so he knew the stories. It was a sad reality of growing up with immigrant parents. Things were apparently done differently in Mexico and they didn't change their parenting just because they moved to the US.

"Lets go home," Creep said, stumbling a bit with the words.

"We should," I said, taking his hand as he led me to his bike.