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Commission Job

Nestor Oceteva x F!Galindo!Reader

Day 19 from these April Prompts: A Commission Job

Summary: Part 2 to Minimum Wage, but can be read as a standalone. After Miguel orders a hit on Nestor, he comes crashing at your doorstep. 

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: Angsty af. Mentions of blood, killing, death, murder, all canon level thangggs ya know. 

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Part 1​

You wished you ignored the doorbell and the persistent knocking. That was the lie you were telling yourself as the two parts of your brain argued against each other on what to do with the disheveled man at your doorstep. The part of you who had been living in this small town under a new name with no ties to your old life was fighting with the other part of your brain that hadn’t been functional in years… the Galindo in you. 

The initial shock of seeing Nestor bruised and bloody on your doorstep was gone in seconds. You didn’t ask questions, you just brought him inside and into the coat closet. 

“Wrong house!” You called out to the company you had over that was currently in the kitchen halfway through dinner as you shoved Nestor into the closet and shut the door. He didn’t say anything either, he just followed your suit. 

“You know, I’m not feeling so hot.” You made your way back to your kitchen bar and made a scrunched up face. “Getting up made me realize I’m feeling kind of blah.” You were easily falling into the lie, your Galindo traits rising back up from the ashes. 

Your date was making their way down the hallway, disappointment all over their face as they did whatever they could to change your mind. Little did they know that the half broken man in your closet was not going to make that happen. 

After your company left you moved immediately to the closet and opened the door to see Nestor sitting on the cubbies you had as storage. 

“You think you can make it to the bathroom? It’s upstairs.” You would ask questions later, but right now you were prioritizing. 

“Yea.” His voice was rough and more raspy than normal but it brought your heart up to your throat. Seeing him caused you to go into reaction mode but hearing him speak for the first time caused you to want to throw up. 

You brought your arm around his torso and his arm instinctually went around your shoulder as you trudged upstairs. Luckily, it wasn’t many steps before you were in the bathroom. It was obvious that he wasn’t putting all his weight on you but once he was seated on the closed lid toilet you could see his body collapsed in exhaustion. 

Black eye, deep scratch over his cheek bone, probably some broken ribs from the way he was limping. That was the bulk of the damage you were able to clock by looking at him. With a deep breath you opened the cabinets below the sink and pulled out the first aid kit. 

“I’m gonna need you to lift your shirt up.” 

Nestor obliged, it was then that you realized he wasn’t in his normal outfit of a button up and slacks but a t-shirt and jeans. You frowned but quickly moved to look at the bruising and cuts on his abdomen. 

“Great, more open wounds.” You mumbled as you bent down to clean up the dried blood around the cuts. You both sat in silence for a while as you cleaned up the cuts and gave Nestor a cold washcloth to hold against the bruising until you could go downstairs and grab an ice pack. 

“You need stitches.” You pointed to his face as you sat on the edge of your tub. “I don’t have the tools for that but I can give you a butterfly bandage.” Your voice was monotone as you spoke.

“That’s fine.” His voice still deep and raspy. 

With a nod you were leaning over him and grabbing the bandage from the kit and applying it to his face. His breath was hot against your face as you got close to adjust the open cut with the bandage. Quick to move back you looked back down at his ribs. 

“Let me get you an ice pack.” 

Before he could say anything you were up and out of the bathroom and picking up your pace down the stairs. It was an opportunity to truly ask yourself what the fuck was happening. It had been years since you saw Nestor. Suddenly everything was hitting you. How did he know where you lived? Why was he here? Who beat him up this bad? Why didn’t he go to Miguel? Did Miguel know where you were? 

It was overwhelming to say the least, you started to get angry but then you thought about Nestor’s helpless being upstairs and it disappeared instantly. The only way you knew you were going to get answers was to ask him, and if things were even remotely the same as they were years ago, you knew that wasn’t a guarantee either, but you had to try. 

As you walked back to the bathroom you saw Nestor struggling to stand up. 

“Woah, what are you–” Your feet moved quickly on the bathroom tile and before you could finish your statement he was collapsing into your arms taking the wind out of you. “C’mon, sit back down.” A large groan came from the both of you as you took on his full body weight now and attempted to place him back down on the toilet. The pain from his injuries and your shitty attempt to placing him carefully back down causing him to react in agony. 

“Take this.” The medicine cabinet was opening as you shuffled through your things and pulled out an old prescription of some pain medicine. You handed him two pills and filled up a dixie cup with water after he tossed them in his mouth. 

You stared down at him, your mind finding itself back in that same place it was downstairs. 

“I need something.” 

Those were the words you decided to lead with. Not what the fuck is happening. Not what the fuck is going on. No. You decided that you’d go into this the way you knew worked best with Nestor. Meeting him at his own place of comfort. It wasn’t fair, he came to your house, which was still unclear how, but he was the one barely able to stand in your bathroom right now so, sure, you’d give him a break. 

“Mikey has a hit out on me.” 

Now you were the one barely able to stand. You stabled yourself by gripping the bathroom counter. 

“Come again?” You frowned. It was shocking to hear Nestor so easily give up information and to hear THAT information was cause enough for you to feel like you were going to throw up. 

“Your brother hired someone to kill me. A commissioned job.” He said it again, this time more explanatory and it only made your stomach pit tighten more. 

“Wh– Uh– How?” You started to stutter, you weren’t able to take in that information. You prided yourself on your ability to take in all sorts of information, coming from the Galindo family where your father and brother lied and killed and manipulated, nothing came as a shock to you. For God’s sakes the braided man in front of you knocked on your door, that he shouldn’t have known about, bloodied and bruised and you brought him in with no words or question. But this? This was unexpected. 

“Your mom. She’s dead. He, uh, isn’t doing too good. He killed Paco. Right in front of me. In front of Marcus.” Nestor’s voice was rattled. It was how you knew that this wasn’t a normal situation, not that Nestor telling you your brother put a hit on him was normal but you were searching for anything right now. 

“Marcus?” You questioned completely ignoring the part about your mother, your voice just as rattled as his. 

“Consejero.” Nestor let out a deep breath as he remembered you had no idea about anything. 

“Nestor, what the fuck is going on.” The rattled tone changed to desperate and before he answered you heard a knock at your door. It was firm and loud, and it matched your heart beat. 

Nestor was standing up like none of his injuries existed, if you were thinking logically, you would have chalked it up to adrenaline but right now you just felt your whole life crashing down on you. 

So many thoughts in such little time. You didn’t ask for this. Nestor came to your doorstep and now you were dealing with the aftermath of that. You’d kill Miguel. Galindo habits die hard, but your will to protect yourself from them would go down harder. Nestor was quick to grab the gun from under the bathroom sink that he probably clocked earlier but like you said, Galindo habits die hard and he knew you probably had one stored in each room of the house. 

He was making his way down the stairs, way faster than when he arrived. He peaked through the peep hole and immediately his shoulders relaxed and he opened the door, quick to fall back on the steps. 

Now, there was a stoic tall man in a button up t-shirt and slacks standing in your foyer as Nestor laid collapsed on the bottom step and you at the very top staring down to both men. 

“Marcus.” Nestor pointed to Marcus in his way of introducing you. 

“I’d say nice to meet you but this is fucked.” You made your way down the stairs to grab the gun from Nestor and situate him in a better position. “I’ll be taking this for now.” You put the safety back on and placed the gun in your back waistband before picking Nestor up against the wall. “Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on and how the fuck you knew where I was?” It was essentially two questions, one was pointed at Marcus and one was pointed at Nestor. 

“I’m sorry to barge into your home like this.” Marcus said like it was the beginning to an explanation but just looked at Nestor to respond. 

“She knows.” Nestor breathed out the two words. 

Marcus nodded. “Well then, you know everything we do.” 

You raised your eyebrows and let out a laugh. “Respectfully, I think the fuck I don’t.” 

Marcus was glaring at Nestor again, not wanting to get anymore involved in this than he already was. 

“I knew where you were, found you a few months after you left. Never told Miguel.” Nestor’s eyes were closed as his chest raised and fell with his deep breaths. 

You were speechless which was Nestor’s invitation to keep talking. 

“I got attacked. Your brother, ordered the hit on me. He’s pissed about your mom.” 

Your mom. When Nestor mentioned it before it slipped out of your mind over the thought that your brother ordered a hit on his best friend. 

“She was murdered. Not sure by who but he blames us all. I got away, laid low, told Marcus to meet me here.”  

“How do I know you weren’t followed.” You snapped your head to look at Marcus who was still standing stoic in your entryway. 

“I wasn’t.” His voice was steady. You believed him, there wasn’t anything you could do if you didn’t but the way he was handling this right now was better than you expected from someone you’d never met. 

You sat in the silence for a minute, taking everything in before shaking it all off, letting the Galindo fall right back into place. 

“So what the fuck do we do now?” You looked straight at Marcus as you asked, knowing Nestor called him here for a reason and if he trusted him you should too. 

“We run.” His advice was chaotic but it was spoken so confidently that you didn’t have an ounce of doubt in you. Maybe it was because running was a life you knew about pretty well, it was comfortable. It was safe, ironically. “But for now, let’s get him to a couch, we’ll head out in a few hours.” 

You nodded in agreement as Marcus walked over to help you bring Nestor to your living room. Placing him on the couch you both stood over him. After a moment you looked over at Marcus and introduced yourself giving him your name. 

“Miguel’s sister.” You specified even more. Before the two of you could speak more, Nestor was mumbling under his breath. 

“What?” You placed your attention on him. 

“Before I showed up. Were you on a date?” Nestor grumbled, the pain medicine obviously kicking in. 

Embarrassed, you snapped your head towards Marcus who was quick to look away. 

“I’ll, uh.” Marcus pointed towards the kitchen and quickly made himself scarce leaving you and Nestor in the living room. 

“Not a very good one if this was the highlight of my night.” Your voice was annoyed but you spoke the truth. 

Nestor smiled at your response. It was a mix of pride and also relief. “Maybe, when this is all over, I can take you on a date.” 

His voice was slurring, it was another empty promise, you knew that, but you also knew that he meant it. 

“You should get some rest, Nes.” As your hand swayed next to him, he grabbed it. 

“Promise me that you’ll give me a chance.” 

You froze at his touch but then nodded. If he could give you an empty promise, you should be able to also. 

“I promise.”

Part 1​

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Galindo!Series Part Two: Revelations - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

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Galindo!Series

Part One: Weakness - Miguel returns to Nestor’s life.

It’s three in the morning when Miguel wakes up and finds you sitting in the chair across from his bed, your legs crossed and a gun in your hand. He notes the silencer, and he realises that this isn’t just an intimidation tactic, that his life his actually in danger.

There’s always been an unspoken truce between the two of you, your mutual love for Nestor was the only thing that kept the both of you from killing each other. However, things have changed. Nestor made a choice, and that choice was you. Miguel can’t forgive that.

“Rosa.” He greets you, shifting until his back comes to rest against the headboard. “My son is in the next room…”

“No.” You sigh. “He’s not, we both know Emily isn’t either.”

You see the flicker of comprehension in his eyes.

“It was you that helped her.” He says quietly. “Not Nestor.”

“Nestor was loyal to you for a very long time.” You tell him, tapping the silencer against your knee. “She didn’t trust him.”

“But she trusted you.” Miguel summarises as the pieces begin to fall in the place.

“Not at first. The last time we met, I was on your payroll.” You remind him. “It took Carmen a while to convince her that I couldn’t be bought but when she heard about what you did to me…”

The worst part is that it takes him a second to understand what you’re talking about because to him, handing you over to your rapist’s brother was nothing but business but to you…

It completely derailed your whole life, the PTSD, the nightmares, the fact you almost bled out in a shitty motel room outside of Reno, none of that matters to this man. You are just one person whose life he almost destroyed. There’s hundreds out there.

“You know, she told me some pretty interesting things about you.” You say, leaning back into the chair. “How controlling you became after you fired Nestor, how your brutality escalated. You got a little unhinged, a little sloppy…”

His jaw tenses, his gaze shifting the top drawer of the dresser. You sigh before holding up the gun you’ve tucked into down the side of the chair, you’re sitting in.

“I got that one.” You tell him before setting it down again. “The mess you made was why the FBI came down on you so hard, why you had to disappear off to Mexico and all that chaos… It was the perfect time for Emily and Cristobel to vanish.”

It’s in that moment that Miguel understands the full extent of what you’ve done, how you reached into his life and pulled it apart, piece by piece.

“It was you.” He realises, his voice tinged in disbelief. “You got the FBI involved?”

“It was going to happen sooner or later.” You inform him, with a knowing look. “We just needed it to happen sooner.”

“You took my business, my son, my wife…” He snaps, his fingers raking through his hair as he struggles to process the information because in Miguel’s world you’ve only ever been a tool to use, a weakness to exploit. Never in his wildest dreams did he envision you would take a stand against him; he thought that the threat of losing Nestor would be too much.

“No Miguel, you did that to yourself when you beat Emily’s sister to death in front of her.” You remind him and the look he gives you, it’s murderous. “When I dropped them a call about the location of her body, your DNA was all over it. You are fucking terrible at cleaning up your own messes. You always have been.”

“Does Nestor know?” He asks, the words come out like a hiss through his teeth. “Does he know what you’ve done to me?”

“I don’t keep secrets from Nestor.” You tell him, pointing the gun at him. Your finger tightens on the trigger. “I knew it was a matter of time before you come back for us. You could never let Nestor be happy, not when he chose me over you.”

“If you do this, he’ll never forgive you.” Miguel tells you, his eyes fixated on the barrel of the gun. “You’ll be the woman who killed the only person who’s ever given a damn about him.”

“We both know that’s not true.” You say sadly. “You’ve only cared about what Nestor could give you, not about the person he is and that’s where you fucked up Miguel, because truly, he’s wonderful.”

He opens his mouth to speak but you’ve heard enough. You pull the trigger, and he collapses back against the headboard, the back of his head thudding against the wall with the force of the impact.

You raise to your feet, before pressing two fingers to the pulse point in his throat and waiting for the thrum of blood to stop. When it does you withdraw before picking up his phone from the nightstand and using his thumb to open it. You bring up his emails before flicking into his scheduled box and studying the email residing in there, the one with your name, address and picture attached to it. The kicker? He’s included Nestor’s details too.

A suggestion, he’d written, if you wanted to inflict some emotional damage.

You delete the email before turning the phone off and slipping it into your pocket.

There’s not a doubt in your mind that you made the right decision about killing Miguel Galindo tonight.

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I Got You

Fandom: Mayans M.C.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Reader.

Request: No.

Words: 770.

Warnings: Murder. So… I needed to write this ‘cause the other day I needed to see gifs of Miguel on season 5 ‘cause he looks gorgeous (fight me) and I still have two episodes left from the show so… I got spoilered (idk if that’s actually a word lol). I needed to give him a different ending so… probably there are spoilers in this? I don’t know… just, read carefully if you haven’ finished the show yet. (I’m very offended, tbh).

A/N: Gif not mine!

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“Put the gun down”

Your husband's eyes locked with yours. He had a face you couldn’t quite decipher; as if he was surprised but glad that you were there, but at the same time, fear crossed his gaze. The metal in your hands felt cold and wrong. It wasn’t the first time you held a gun, but it was the first time you were attempting to use it to hurt someone.

“(Y/n)…” His voice. That familiar voice. The voice that used to calm you down whenever you were about to cry. The voice from whom you heard the best bits of advice. The same voice that you thought you were gonna hear forever.

‘Cause he was supposed to be your family. He was supposed to be there for you, he was supposed to protect you and never hurt you.

But he was there… with a gun in hand aiming at your husband. But it was like he was aiming at you.

“Ezekiel… put the gun down,” you said again. Your voice almost trembled and that only made you angrier. Ez was in your house about to kill your husband and he looked relaxed. He seemed so calm even though he was there to hurt you. He didn’t seem nervous, or afraid “Put the gun fucking down!”

The gun touched the back of his head when you took a step closer to him. Ez put his hand down. His gun now facing the floor as he slowly started turning to you.

“What are you doing?” Ez asked you once he was facing you.

“I’m doing what you should have done when Angel asked you to stop this bullshit. I’m protecting my family” you told him, stepping back without lowering your hands “Drop it”

Ez didn’t do it “I’m your family”

“No” you shook your head “Miguel is my family. My son is my family… you’re not, at least not anymore”

“So… this is how it ends?” Ez asked after a few seconds of silence. He was there. The same tanned skin, the same eyes, the same Ez. But not really. It was like, physically Ezekiel Reyes was standing in the living room of your house, but if you looked deeply into his eyes… the one standing in front of you was a stranger.

“You tell me” It was unbelievable. All of it. One day you two were playing in the Reyes’ backyard and now you’re both with the chance of ending each other’s lives in your hands “Drop the gun, Ez”

“I feel like I don’t know you”

“You do” You looked at Miguel who seemed alerted and then looked at the gun Ez was holding. His hold became firmer and you knew in that moment he wasn’t going to back down “I always lived to serve my family, you know that”

“I don’t know you”

“It’s me the one that should be saying that” Your eyes filled with tears. It was him or you, there was no point in thinking there was another ending “Drop the gun” your voice came out as a whisper.

“I never stopped seeing you as my sister, you know?”

Your hold weakened and he took that moment to aim at you. Everything happened pretty fast; his arm going up, your finger in the trigger, your body jerking back with the recoil of your gun. When you realized what had happened, Ez’s body was on the floor, a big red mark around him.

You killed your best friend.

“Hey” You heard Miguel’s voice but you couldn’t look away from what you had done, so he took your chin and made you look at him.

“He was going to kill you” was the first thing you said. You felt tears in your cheeks not knowing when you started weeping “He was going to get kill everyone in the club, he was going to kill me…”

“I wouldn’t let that happen” he assured you “We’re you and I against it all, remember?”

You couldn’t nod ‘cause your crying didn’t let you. Your body started to shake as Miguel held you close. You buried your face on his chest, the blood on your face marked his shirt but he just held you tighter, as he could take all your pain to his own body.

“I want you to talk to me” Miguel whispered later that night. Your head on his chest, you could feel your hair a little wet still from the shower “Whenever you want or need to, okay?” His lips touched your head and that made you tear up again “’Cause I got you”

“I got you, too”

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A Tale of Two Brothers Part 2

Title: A Tale of Two Brothers Part 2

Chapter 1

Word Count: 5,570

Miguel x Reader x Nick

Warnings: Steam (18+), Angst, Tiny mention of blood. Threats. If you've watched Mayans and have seen what Miguel is capable of, then I think you're warned lol. It's nowhere near that bad!

AN: At the end* Sorry for the shitty image!

Nick stepped into the house looking around at the beautifully decorated interior and the sweeping views out into the desert past the open pocket sliding glass doors that allowed one to walk straight out onto the patio where an inviting pool awaited graced by comfortable loungers and sofas. 

Nick looked closer to see someone lying on a lounger facing away from the house. Her big sun hat brim was the only thing he could see from over the back of the chair before he turned around to face Miguel again. 

“I must admit I never expected this, and I usually see everything coming.” Miguel stuck his hands except for his thumbs, into the pockets of his black slacks, his head held high and straight, keeping his shoulders back as if he was on the defense. The man always knew what was coming ten steps ahead of everyone else thanks to his team and his own cunning ways. 

“I can’t say I was either. When I was digging into my family history and I found out I was adopted, I didn’t expect to find a twin brother.” Nick squared himself off a little but tried not to look too defensive so he could try getting Miguel to trust him more. “I always knew I couldn’t be related to that piece of shit I had of a father,” Nick spoke before thinking of his language. “Uh sorry. There’s just no love there.” The man huffed out a laugh. 

“There’s no need to apologize. I understand the feeling.” Miguel chuckled half-heartedly. “My father, our father? Honestly now I’m not sure of anything anymore.” The sharply dressed man smiled before continuing. “He wasn't such a great man either. I strive to be better than him, more in tune with my family. He would be gone for weeks for business. After he’d come home, he’d stay in his office. That was when I was home on breaks. I was sent off to boarding school, so I didn’t get to see him much. My father didn’t ever take time with me, and I never felt I belonged. Trying to fill his shoes always felt impossible. Quite frankly it still does. There wasn’t a father-son bond between us. More like he just needed me because my brother had died as a baby, and he had no one else to give the business to.” Miguel felt himself relax a bit. “I was a solution to a problem. Not a son.” 

Nick raised his brows in surprise before nodding. He hadn’t expected Miguel to face such a troublesome childhood, but then again, he guessed that’s what he got for judging only by what he had seen of Miguel’s and the rest of the Galindo’s files. “My father beat my mother. I spent my time trying to protect her and my sister from his endless beatings. He seemed to get off on it.” Nick could feel himself getting heated under his collar. “He beat her for years till they finally got divorced and he ran off to Miami. Still causing issues no matter where he is.” Nick huffed, shaking his head thinking of how he had to testify against his father, but he knew he couldn’t share that information with Miguel. 

Hearing your husband and another male chatting inside you became curious and sat up on the lounger glancing inside from the patio. 

Looking through your Versace sunglasses you could only make out the back of the other male who was similarly built to Miguel. You stood, grabbed your sarong put it on and headed inside to see who the stranger was. 

Nick heard someone walking into the house from behind him and he glanced to the side. When the sight of a gorgeous woman walked by, he couldn’t help but watch as she continued her path to Miguel’s side. 

“Hello, mi amor.” Miguel smiled wide looking at you and wrapping his arm around your waist, letting his large hand rest at your hip keeping you close. His lips pressed a tender kiss to your luscious ones before separating and smiling looking back towards Nick. 

When you glanced across at the stranger your breath caught in your throat. The shock of seeing the stranger caught you off guard. 

Nick too was caught off guard by your beauty and pure grace and he had to pull his gaze from you after Miguel cleared his throat. 

“Mi Amor, this is my twin brother, Nick Valens.” Miguel smiled at you giving your hip a light squeeze to snap you out of your daze. “He was doing some family research and found us.” 

“Um…I. I had no idea.” You found yourself at a loss for words. Not just the fact your very sexy husband had an identical twin, but that Nick somehow had a very soothing comforting presence right away. He wasn’t guarded as Miguel had always been. 

“Neither did we.” Nick laughed. 

A silence fell over the room that was getting uncomfortable as they all stood as if in a standoff. 

“You have a beautiful home,” Nick spoke up breaking the uncomfortable silence as you continued to stare at him.

“Thank you, it was all thanks to my lovely wife Y/N.” Miguel smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your temple making you smile up at him. 

“You have great taste, Y/N,” Nick said softly glancing over you before breaking the gaze and looking around. 

The gaze again did not go unnoticed by Miguel who was ready to defend his turf, including his wife. 

“She has remarkable taste.” Your handsome husband smirked and squeezed your hip. 

“Mm, I do, but so do you. After all, you married me.” You winked. You could feel the tension from your husband and wanted to remind him you were loyal and all his. 

It had been a few days and Miguel had offered Nick to stay at the house given he was family and wanted to get to know him the best he could. 

Nick had been able to pick up a few things overhearing some piece of conversation between Miguel and his guards, but not much given Miguel was always careful what he discussed with guests in the house. 

While lying in bed early one morning Nick was awakened by your raised voice down the hall. 

“I can’t believe you’re leaving again Miguel!” You tried to contain your rage and disappointment, but it was increasingly harder to do so. 

“You know I have a business to take care of.” Miguel remained calm. “I can’t stay here and conduct my business all the time because you want me by your side. I can’t help you’re insecure and jealous.” He spat. 

You stopped, straightening your back, shocked that he would say such a thing to you. “Is that what you think I am? Is that what you think I care about?? Do you think I’m jealous?? Have you looked in the fucking mirror?! You are so damn jealous you squeeze my hips; you pull me to you, and you make sure at every event that you have eyes on me constantly. You’re the jealous one here! I’m sorry I have moments where I wonder why you’re gone constantly and if you’re fucking someone else. So sorry I have had doubts. You promised to stay home more! You just promised. You even have your brother here that YOU JUST MET! Can’t even stay here for him? You want to have a family; you want to start a family with me but you’re never home. I get business Miguel I understand but there are things you can do from here.” You wanted to make your point even if you did hate arguing with your husband before he had to leave.

“I have to go. I don’t have time to deal with this. Deal with you. I will be back in a few days. You’ll have Luis here watching over things.” Miguel shook his head before walking out of the bedroom dressed to impress in his light grey suit, slamming the door behind him and heading down the hall. 

Nick winced when he heard the door slam and then silence after Miguel headed downstairs. He waited a moment before slipping out of bed and throwing on a white t-shirt before peeking out the front-facing window to see Miguel get into his black SUV with his guards and pull off. 

Back in your now empty room, you fell on the bed sitting on the edge and starting to cry over the argument you just had. All the things Miguel had said to you filled your mind. You knew you could’ve handled things better, but you were tired of just sitting back and not saying anything. Crying harder you curled up in bed deciding it was best just to let go for a bit before coming out of the bedroom to face your houseguest. 

The sounds of cries filled the hall as Nick came out of the bedroom. His heart broke at the sound. Nick was a tender-hearted man when it came to women. So, at the sound of your cries after the argument, he heard he knew you needed someone to lean on. He didn’t want to pry but everything inside of him was screaming for him to check on you, comfort you. 

Taking a few steps up the hallway he knocked tentatively on your bedroom door. “Y/N?” He called through. 

Clearing your throat, you weren’t sure if you wanted to answer just yet or not. “Y-yeah?” You answered, your voice shaky. 

“Are you alright?” As soon as the man spoke, he chided himself. “Of course, she’s not alright you moron.” “Look, I’m here if you need to talk or anything. I’m a great listener.” He added hoping to recover from his stupid question. 

“I-I’m fine. I’m fine Nick, really.” You sniffled before sitting up on the edge of the bed, wiping your eyes and face. “I’ll be down in just a moment.” You added. 

“Alright. I’ll be downstairs.” Nick sighed quietly to himself before heading off to the kitchen. 

After a shower and gathering yourself, you headed downstairs smelling some delicious food wafting up the stairs and filling the large space. Fruits, pancakes, bacon, sausage, and most importantly coffee you thought to yourself. 

Turning the corner, you looked in the kitchen smiling at Nick who was cooking at the stovetop.

“I wasn’t expecting you to fix your own breakfast. I could have prepared something. Sorry.” You spoke up making the man jump slightly and turn to look at you before his face lit up with a bright smile.

“Oh, I didn’t mind. It didn’t feel right being waited on and I hope you didn’t mind I made it myself. I um…” Nick bit his lip and looked back to the pancake he was flipping before sliding it onto a plate. “I couldn’t help but overhear your argument this morning. I woke up to it. Sorry.” He apologized quickly. “Thought you might want a nice breakfast.” He shrugged taking the two prepared plates to the large wooden table. 

“Oh…I’m so so sorry we woke you. I’m sorry I raised my voice.” You felt thoroughly embarrassed anyone heard that let alone you crying afterwards. 

“It’s nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry things were tense.” Your brother-in-law looked to you apologetically. “Uh…hey, I fixed coffee and water for tea given I didn’t know which you preferred.” 

“Thanks, it wasn’t necessary for all this honestly. I appreciate it though.” You headed to the coffee pot to pour yourself a cup and head to the table. You didn’t feel like eating as your stomach was in knots from earlier, but you didn’t want to be rude. 

“I didn’t say it was necessary.” Nick chuckled before heading over with his own cup of coffee. “I figured after a rough morning that maybe a nice breakfast would be good for you.” He took a seat before sipping his coffee. “Hope you enjoy.”

“I’m sure I will. It smells and looks delicious.” You smiled and ducked your head as you cut into your pancake. 

Nick had a way of making you feel comfortable like an old friend would and the breakfast conversation went smoothly, and it continued through the day. 

You and Nick sat poolside later in the evening as the sun was setting, he couldn’t help but imagine if he had you as his bride instead of Miguel. He hated the fact that you were in this lifestyle, not the house, the lavish life you lived in appearances but the criminal deeds and even legitimate business dealings that provided all these things for you. 

It was lonely, you were lonely, and he could see it even if you hadn’t stated it, he could see it. Hell, the argument from this morning and the tension around the house, along with overhearing you and Miguel’s conversation the other night at the restaurant was all he needed to know that you were unhappy. A woman like you, a beautiful mind like yours, deserved someone that could be there for you and listened to what you had to say. In Nick’s eyes, Miguel was none of those things. 

Sitting on the edge of the pool you stared into the water mindlessly. 

“Something on your mind, Hermosa?” Nick asked, looking over you from your side where he was sitting.

“Just wishing I hadn’t said those things this morning to Miguel.” You replied, your foot twirling it around in the water watching the reflection of the setting sun on the ripples. “I know he has so much work to do, and I was jealous. I know he’d never hurt me by straying, but when he’s gone for two or three days here, then it’s a week here, a week there, two weeks here…so on and so forth.” You continued before finding your voice catching in your throat. “Sorry. I don’t talk about this to anyone. I really appreciate Miguel and love him so much. Just wish I had him home more. He’s right, I’m insecure, jealous.” You huffed out a laugh. 

“Hey, no you are not. You’re just lonely, you just want someone to listen to you and hear you out. See you. Not just leave you and tell you you’re these horrible things.” Nick spoke with passion. 

“I am fucking lonely. So, fucking lonely.” You nodded getting choked up. “What’s so bad about wanting your husband beside you when you go to sleep at night. It doesn’t even have to be constantly, but I’d like him there more than once or twice a month before I go to bed and when I wake up.” Your cried frustrated. “Just want to remember a night when we loved each other, and we were the whole world. Before this shit came along and family was pushed to the back burner.” 

Nick pulled you into his arms as you cried harder just breaking down and continuing with your frustrations and fears. 

The two of you continued to talk and stay in his arms before drinks were poured, toasted, and shared into the night. 

There was laughter and joy in the air now. You in your bikini and Nick only in swim trunks. Music filled the patio and you and Nick danced and laughed feeling lighter now that everything was off your chest. Nick although laughing and smiling was feeling closer to you than ever and was having second thoughts about giving information to his superiors about you. His feelings were blooming into more than just familial, he felt for you, felt like he could love you if he let himself and he was so close to letting himself. 

The two of you were dancing close and you got swept up into a moment of joy and feeling freer than you had in so long. Your hands held Nick’s face bringing him down to you as you kissed him passionately. 

The man was stiff at first unsure what he should do, you were married, to his twin, but he gave up and melted into the kiss returning it with just as much passion and heat, holding your face now, his tongue slipping into your mouth tasting the alcohol on your tongue. 

Suddenly you realized what you two were doing and let go of Nick, stepping back quickly. Eyes wide as you looked up to his lust-blown ones. “F-fuck. Oh fuck. I-I’m so sorry. Sorry. Th-this can’t happen. I’m sorry.” You rushed off inside.

“Y/N wait!” Nick called out after you as he saw you dash up the stairs towards your room. “Fuck.” He groaned knowing he screwed up and broke the trust he had built between him and you, and Miguel if anyone told him. “Shit.” He growled yanking his shirt up from the lounger where it was laying from earlier when he took it off. The man huffed inside and up towards his room. What Nick failed to realize was Luis on the other side of the patio had taken in the entire night, including the passionate kiss shared between yourself and Nick.

Sometime after midnight, you felt the bed dip beside you. In your sleepy state, you rolled over and opened your eyes enough to see Miguel kneeling by your side on his knee. He was dressed in a deep purple dress shirt with the first two buttons undone, black slacks hugging everything perfectly. Even in the dark, you could see his jaw flexing by the light that filtered in through the balcony door. Your husband looked striking as always, handsome as usual, but something felt tense, not tender like he usually was with you. The way he held himself, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, pushing the buttons of the well-fitted shirt to their limits, made it seem like he was seething. 

“M-Miguel?” Your voice was drowsy with the alcohol still wearing off and now having just woken up suddenly. “Miguel, what are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you back so soon. I’m so happy you’re home.” He unbuttoned and slipped his shirt and undershirt off as you smiled softly reaching up for his shoulders to pull him down to you. You didn’t expect it when Miguel took one of his large hands grasping both of your wrists and pinning them above your head. “F-fuck.” You muttered feeling wetter. You loved rough sex but something about this felt so raw and it turned you on even more. 

“Oh, you weren’t Mi Amor?” Miguel purred leaning over you now that he was completely on the bed, hovering over you, his hips so tantalizingly close to yours. Your eyes broke from Miguel’s blown hazelnut ones looking down to his pants that were still fastened. “Are you surprised?” He hummed.

“Y-yes, yes Miguel. I’ve missed you so much.” You moaned eager to feel him in any sort of manner. 

“I’m not sure you did Hermosa. See,” Miguel let go long enough to strip from his pants and yank your panties, tearing them off you and making you scream slightly in surprise before he grabbed your hands again, pinning them and taking his other hand, pushing two thick fingers into your wet cunt causing you to cry out. “I saw a video that has me convinced you might not have missed me at all.” Your husband leaned in whispering by your ear as he thrust his fingers painfully slow inside of your throbbing walls. 

“V-video?” You furrowed your brow and cried pulling your knees back hoping to get Miguel’s fingers deeper. “S-shit. M-Miguel. Please please I need you.” You moaned. “I-I don’t know what video you’re talking about.” You shook your head, throwing it back to the pillow clenching your teeth and shutting your eyes tightly. 

“Look at me Y/N, look at me.” He commanded and you complied, moaning heavily but shut them again unable to hold them open. “It was a nice video of a couple dancing, and drinking,” Miguel said with a husky voice now crooking his fingers up slightly to hit your g-spot just so causing you to cry out. “LOOK AT ME Y/N! Open your eyes!” You did so but barely given you felt like you could float away as he pressed his thumb into your clit working the bundle of nerves quickly. Miguel’s teeth were clenched, showing off his perfect white teeth and tight beard-covered jaw. “Fuck, there you go. That’s it. You know who that couple was??” He asked dangerously low as he fingered you quicker and your arousal made lude noises around his fingers. “You and my brother,” Miguel growled. Your eyes snapped onto your husband, and you felt your heart drop all the while your mind went racing to how he got a video, and your stomach and pussy did flips feeling the band snap creating your first orgasm. 

“Miguel! Fuck!” You screamed as you felt your head swim. “I I swear it was nothing!” You cried as he continued his finger thrusts making you squirm under his gaze, his body trapping you. “It was nothing I swear it, baby.” Your hips rolled onto Miguel’s fingers till you felt yourself starting to squirt and he pulled his hand away quickly spanking your pussy and taking himself in his hand aligning himself. 

“Beg…” Miguel’s voice was ladened with lust making it deeper, rougher. “Beg. If you want to cum again, I suggest you beg amor.” He teased your soaking folds with the head of himself making you whimper and him hiss.

“P-please Miguel. I want your cock please.” You cried trying to push your hips up off the bed towards him. Miguel let go of your wrists, now sitting back on his haunches between your thighs. 

“Why should you get to cum again?” He took his large hands pushing back your thighs closer to your chest and letting his cock dip just between your folds. “You miss me, you miss my cock? Beg for it. I know you can.”

“Dammit! I need you! I need you Miguel only you!” You cried out then as he pressed himself into you in one go not giving you a chance to adjust as he held your hips driving into you quickly, harder, and harder. The teasing, the begging, the site of your husband fucking you mindlessly was overwhelming. 

Miguel glared down at you “Who does this pussy belong to? Hmm? Who makes you feel this good?” He thrust harder with each word punctuating each with his hips slamming against yours. 

“You! You do! Oh, fuck Miguel, please. Please I…please I need to cum.” You cried out taking your hand down to work bundle of nerves which Miguel swatted away quickly before pushing himself in harder and leaning over. 

“Scream my name. Tell the whole house who this pussy belongs to!” The cartel boss growled to which you happily replied with shouts of his name and declaration of him claiming you. 

“Don’t think for a second I don’t know what happened between you and my brother,” Miguel grunted still driving you closer to your edge but holding back enough that you couldn’t cum quite yet. “Don’t think I don’t know who he REALLY is!!” He snarled watching you fall apart under him. “I’ll kill him for what he’s done.” Miguel thrust particularly hard and pressed his thumb onto your oversensitive clit sending you into your orgasm screaming his name assuring him that the whole house could hear you come undone by him including Nick down the hall in the guest room. 

After you had come down from your high you realized what Miguel had said and his threats against Nick. Your legs felt like jelly and your mind a bowl of soup, but you understood clearly what Miguel intended to do and you had to try stopping him. 

“Miguel, please you can’t harm Nick.” You started before he cut in quickly. 

“It’s already in place. Don’t worry yourself over such matters.” Miguel said smugly, irritated that you would ever stray even for a kiss. He didn’t need to hear the reasoning you wanted to spare Nick. 

“Miguel, you must reconsider. It wasn’t Nick!” You said quickly, trying to make it all make sense in your mind and to your husband. 

“I know! It was you!” He growled angrily. “It was you that kissed him!” He spoke harshly but not loud enough to be heard outside of the room. “You make one move out of this bed before morning I’ll make sure you are never left in this house without a detail by your side at all times. So, think twice mi amor.” Your husband went to the en-suite and started a shower leaving you to panic in bed about how you could warn Nick of Miguel’s threats. 

It was a sleepless night, but Miguel slept soundly beside you unless you moved an inch. The morning came and you could hear Nick leave with some guards making it seem like a friendly chat. You continued to lay in bed, your eyes wide and filled with fear as you thought about what possibly your husband could do to Nick.  

Miguel had slipped out of the room with only a warning about not causing any trouble while he was gone and a kiss on the lips from him. You however were still as a rock and scared to move till you heard his car leave and the house go silent. Of course, Luis was there somewhere, there would be no chance of being left alone but you had to get to the warehouse somehow to save Nick. 

Slipping out of bed you threw on some sweats and a tank top, put your hair up and grabbed some slides. You had a plan, and you knew you were in for it, but Nick didn’t deserve Miguel’s wrath because of a moment you had with him. You knew Miguel would regret it in the end as well and you couldn’t let him destroy more family, even if this was undoubtedly the end of their relationship. 

Heading downstairs you found Luis by the front door, ever the guard dog for Señor Galindo. 

Taking a breath, you headed over to your prison guard for the day. “Luis, I have a spa appointment in town.” You spoke confidently making sure to sound like everything was normal. The spa wasn’t too far from the warehouse, and you knew your way there. 

Luis didn’t make a fuss about it only glancing over you once and nodding before heading out to the car with you following behind. 

Miguel had never scared you before and never made you feel trapped or threatened but after what happened last night you had to admit you had never seen that side of him directed towards you. You weren’t sure how it would play out today barging in and making a plea for Nick’s life but at the moment you could care less what the ramifications were to you.  

After arriving at the spa, you headed inside while Luis stayed by the car out front. 

“Hey Y/N you don’t have an appointment today…” Your best friend Carla, who owned the spa spoke up as she saw you come in. 

“I don’t, but please keep quiet if Luis or Miguel calls. Tell them I’m in a room. I need to go.” You pleaded with your eyes looking to her gorgeous big brown ones. “Please, Carla.” 

She looked at you in confusion before relenting “Alright…alright just keep yourself safe.” She sighed knowing who you were married to and who you were dealing with. 

“Love you but I can’t promise that.” You sighed before slipping out the back before she could protest. 

At the warehouse, Nick was tied to the pew facing Miguel as he continued explaining the mistakes Nick had made by betraying his trust. 

Nick had a few scratches and a throbbing jaw from being punched by Miguel. 

“I know your filthy secret NICK AMARO!” Miguel sneered. “Nick Amaro…FBI. Sent to his twin brother to get information on him…or should I say myself and my wife.” The man continued, head held high and straight-backed. “I let you into our home, I trusted you. Stupidly. But I did. Then I left you and my wife alone. You drank, you danced, you talked…you KISSED.” Miguel hissed. “I can’t allow you to walk out these doors alive Mr Amaro. Not after all those lies and the information you may have heard and have gathered on us.” The cartel boss continued walking back and forth in front of Nick who had his jaw clenched. 

“You leave her for days and even weeks at a time! She’s fucking lonely! What do you expect her to do?! She wants you to actually act like a damn husband!” Nick roared not holding anything back. 

Miguel picked up a sword, the edge of the blade shining with the sun peeking through a broken pane in the glass. He had heard enough; Nick didn’t have a right to tell him how to be a husband or how to treat his wife. 

With a yellow raincoat dawned Miguel stepped closer and closer pointing the tip of the blade to Nick’s jugular. His face was drawn with hatred but under the surface, Miguel was wondering if he’d regret this later. He couldn’t see past blind rage at the moment and started to push the tip harder drawing blood as Nick swallowed, keeping his hazelnut eyes on his twin who was about to kill him. 

Bursting through the doors of the warehouse, not giving a damn about the bodyguards who were around the room, you ploughed through them all like a football player. “MIGUEL STOP!!” You yelled which gained the attention and glare of your husband. “STOP!” You rushed over and pushed Miguel away. 

“What do you think you’re doing Y/N?? How’d you get here?! You’ve no business in this matter. Move!” Miguel came back over after handing off the sword briefly. 

“I’m not moving Miguel. I got here on my own. You aren’t killing him. He wasn’t at fault!” You argued. “It was me! I kissed him. He was dragged into it by me.” You pleaded with Miguel to listen. “I’m lonely and tired of being by myself! I’m sorry I had a moment of weakness, but I love YOU. Only you. I love and married YOU Miguel. I swear I’m only loyal to you.” Your eyes filled with tears which always made your husband’s heart break. 

“He is a federal agent. This has more to do than just your kiss Y/N…” Miguel glared, steeling himself again. “I cannot allow him to leave with what he knows. You know I can’t.” His heart was breaking looking down in your eyes, your cheeks now wet with tears. “I’m sorry. It’s too risky. He can’t.” 

“Miguel listen to me, please! You have to let him go. He won’t tell anything. He’s family. He’s your brother. One true family! He didn’t lie about that. He won’t tell.” You turned to look to the banged-up Nick whose dot of blood from the sharp tip of the knife was now trickling down his neck. “You won’t!”

“I won’t say a word.” The agent shook his head looking to you and then over to Miguel. He’d do anything if you were safe. To make sure that happened, he needed to be alive. 

“He won’t. You have to let him go. You can’t kill him you’ll regret it for the rest of your life baby.” You looked back to Miguel. 

Your husband looked to you and then over your shoulder to Nick before walking and thinking what he should do. 

“Go, and you never come back unless I call you.” Only then Miguel turned around looking at the battered Nick. “You leave this warehouse, and you never mention a thing you heard or saw here or any of the moments you spent with us.” You watched your husband walk past you, brushing his shoulder with yours as he leaned down letting Nick free of his restraints. “Leave.” Miguel glared.

Nick glanced to you silently thanking you but also one that was filled with worry for your safety. 

You nodded for him to leave, you’d be okay, you were positive. Miguel did love you even if he had some strange ways of showing it sometimes. 

“I said LEAVE!” You flinched once your husband roared, and Nick left without another glance. 

The warehouse was silent except for the sound of a car driving away outside that one of the guards was taking Nick to get his car so he could leave for parts unknown to you but under the watchful eye of the Galindo Cartel no doubt. 

Miguel turned to you. “Leave us.” The command wasn’t for you but the guards around and everyone scattered outside leaving just the two of you. “You may have won this round mi amor, but don’t think you can continue these stunts and get away with it. I don’t know how you got away from Luis and right now I don’t care but try it again and I’ll have everyone’s heads that were involved. ¿Entiendes?“ 

“Yes.” You nodded and kept eye contact. 

“Good. Now let’s go. I need to teach you some lessons. Ones I will surely love.” He smirked, placing a large hand square to your back after removing the raincoat and leading you out the door. 

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Hey lovely! Could I request a little something for Jax? It could be a headcanon or imagine, it’s up to you. But could it be about the reader is Angel and Ez’s little sister, and she’s in love with Jax?

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 {𝐇.𝐂}

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Jax Teller x Reyes!Reader

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: The emotional direction wasn’t specified so I kind of just went with what came to me, by the way, This is my very first request!!, so hope whoever sent it in enjoys ❤️

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Angst. Fluff. I also suck at simplifying things so this is another long head canon, apologies if that sort of thing bothers you all lol.

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It amazed Felipe at times, scared him even, at how similar you looked to your mother Marisol. The spitting image of her; a younger, but slightly taller, reincarnation. But you were your fathers child through and through. The toothless yet warm endearing smile, the sharp intuitiveness, placid nature, and just through the black center of your eyes, enough experience to cover a few lifetimes. It’s what the Reyes men feared the most, that uncanny familial trait that forces you to bury such soul crushing pain, to turn cold to things that warrant warmth. Your father has it, your brothers as well, Ezekiel more than Angel, and so do you.

You had it now, that calm, collected demeanor, as the guys brought in a bleeding Jax Teller through the entry doors of the lodge. He was barely conscious, eyes dim, limbs heavy, and blood staining all along his color drained skin and the aged leather of his kutte. If you were anyone else you’d be alarmed, startled by the amount of blood and frantic men, but you were you, having seen too many things that resembled such a scene to let even a shudder pass through you.

“Get the kit, we need you to sew him up but he’s lost a lot of blood.”, Bishop says briskly, filled with worry, and your feet move faster than your mind can comprehend, snatching the kit laying near by and pacing to the bedroom where they have Jax. His head elevated by pillows, Both Ezekiel and Angel hot on your tail waiting for you to give them directions.

There’s a poorly wrapped cloth that lays against the wound, and just as you peel it back you pressurize the wound with a gauze. “I need gloves”, you say.

Angel’s a bit taken back, the President of the Sons original charter is on the precipice of death and you’re talking about gloves. “We don’t have time for that”.

“Just get the fucking gloves Angel”, you clip. Tone harsher than it’s meant to be, but he takes no offense and moves quick for the gloves before coming back.

You’re cleaning Jax’s skin once there on, wiping away all the blood that pours from him. A needle in your hand, eyes steady. “This is gonna hurt”.

Jax is sweating, teeth clenched at the piercing sting of the needle. “You sure you know what you’re doing?”

Did he really just ask you that? “I guess we’ll just have to find out”, you deadpan.

“Y/N”, Ezekiel warns.

The situation isn’t funny, a man’s life is on the line but still, you want to laugh at the audacity. “What?! He’s got a bullet in his abdomen and he’s worried about if I know what I’m doing”.

There’s silence now, a heaviness that settles to suffocate the whole lodge it seems. A dread of existential proportions that looms like a phantom in the waning rusted gold of the setting sun. The stillness is calming as you work, slipping the fine needle through his paling skin with a frightening ease that forces a worried look to Ezekiel’s face, Angel’s as well. Mayhem has consumed them all, men who laugh in the face of death everyday are doubling over, overwrought with fear, and here you are, unaware of the dark silhouette that threatens to form over Jax’s body, inching over the walls, creeping slowly as they tease whispers of death through the wispy blow of the wind.

Your brothers leave after while, called out by Bishop and Chibs who are talking over possible scenarios for revenge.

“Can you stay after this......... please?” It’s barely a whisper, and it’s drawled, but you hear the need in his voice.

It compels you to say “Okay”.

When you’re finished you wipe at Jax’s skin again, fingers trembling just the slightest as your mind catches up with your body, or is it the other way around? You’re not sure, but the two have surely had a crashing reunion and now you’re exhausted at such a fast build and fall of adrenaline. You’re thinking now, at the side of the bed, of deeply buried memories because the blood reminds you, it always does. All you see is Marisol, and your vision is blurred, eyes glistening with warm tears that comfort your skin, thumb shaking as you push the wetness away. She’s so lovely in your mind, a bright silhouette framing her and she’s so beautiful, so light and gentle. The aura of her, just from a thought, it makes her presence palpable again, till you remember she isn’t really there. Because it’s just a memory. A timeless mirage of sorts that ungrounds you from reality.

You breath, looking to the clock to find that it’s been three hours already. Three hours of you looking through your memories for your mother, Marisol. It’s purposeful, must be, why the need to think of her is so strong in this moment of all moments.

It’s infuriating, that you weren’t there, you couldn’t save her, but you were here now and you saved Jax. That counts for something right? It had to.

He’s awake again, and you’re not sure how but he is. Must be the force of his will that has his eyes opening, fighting against a sleep that feels too much like forever. “You alright?”

His eyes are a near lifeless blue but still they’ve got shine to them. “I should be asking you that, you’re the one that got shot”.

“Why the tears darlin’ ?”

You’re not up for a personal deep dive, never have been really. “Don’t know what you’re talking about”.

He smiled, noticing your reserved demeanor. “They we’re probably tears for me, I saw how worried you were earlier”, he jokes sarcastically.

You roll your eyes. “Why’d you want me to stay?”

“Didn’t want to die alone, if I did”.

You shake your head, fully convinced of otherwise. “You weren’t gonna die”.

He gives a weak smile. “I know that now since we’re talking, unless this is a dream, or some purgatory shit then I’m screwed”.

You chuckle at his dazed rambling and it makes his weak smile a little stronger as it spreads. Amusement looks good on you. Pretty. “There it is”, he says. Talking about your little smile.

There’s a stretch of silence, and it’s contemplative for Jax. Flashes of the incident from moments prior running through his mind. He’d just met Galindo for the first time, shook his hand, exchanging pleasantries. They’d talked business and at the end all parties seemed happy with the results, but it made him wary. How well everything was going, something somewhere was bound to go wrong, and yeah maybe he was a bit too pessimistic in the moment but it proved him right. The Sons and The Mayans were riding back to the lodge when the Lobos attacked and he can’t remember much after that, just feeling more than alive and then a little ways from death. His father calling him and then his mother, and he almost answered. He’s glad he didn’t.

“I’m sure you know as much as I do, you see a lot of shit when you live this life. Seen more guys than I can count take a bullet, and more times than none I’ve been the one to give it to them”. He’s quiet, contemplative. On the rise of something that resembles an epiphany. “After a while they just become faceless y’know, nameless, just kill #52 on someone’s list. That’s what it felt like, I was about to be on somebody’s fucking list and that shit is scary”. He turns to you then. “And then the next thing I know I’m in here, with your pretty ass standing over me saving my life. I thought I was in heaven”.

You roll your eyes, it’s delirium from the blood loss, making him say things he doesn’t mean. “Even with a bullet wound, flattery gets you no where Teller”.

“Tell me what does”.

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 & 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

He’s warm under your skin, heartbeat a sweet song that pulses a quiet steady rhythm into your ears. It’s a comforting thing, soothing and mellow like the fiery cool blend of a setting summer sun.

You feel his hand, cool rings caressing the nape of your neck. “You awake baby?”

You move against him, to let him know that you are and a hand pulls gentle at your chin. “Let me see you darlin’ ”

Your body pulls up atop of his, bare chest moving along his and toward him so that you’re face to face, legs tangled together. His hands reach to caress your face, touch a gentle flame that burns to light your skin. It’s the first time you’ve seen him in the morning for weeks, the club stealing him away every moment it could, screwing around with the days you’d set aside to see each other. He grins, loving the dim set of your sleepy eyes. “Hi”.

“Hi”, you say. Tone rasped, sleepy.

There’s a glimmer in his stare, a dazzling sparkle that lives just over the grayish blue of his irises. You don’t identify it, what the warm glint means, for fear of being wrong, but somewhere inside, you know it’s love. It looks to pure to be anything else. He’s grinning again, all nostalgic like. “I was thinking just now, about that day when you patched me up. Best day of my life”.

You scoff. “You almost died”.

“But I got to meet you”.

You’re shaking your head at how lovey dovey he’s being. “Always with the flattery”.

“I’m serious, I fuckin’ love you. More than I ever thought I could”. He rolls you both over easy, his lean build on top surrounding you, fingers still caressing idly against your face and yours drawing along his tattooed back. He kisses you, patient and deep, as if to savor this moment. Staining his memory with the soft pliant flesh of your lips, the airy moan that resonates from your chest, and the lulling skim your nails give the gold of his hair. Forget the Irish and their guns, the Cartel and their H and everything that isn’t this. If he could, he’d stay with you here. Just like this. Forever.

He’s at your neck now, teasing you with tongue wet kisses and stingless nips, but something comes to mind. A wary thought that’s bugged you for a while. “When are we gonna tell my father about us. I want you to meet him”.

He looks to you, confused. “You don’t wanna tell your brothers first?”

“Ezekiel already knows. Found out the first time we met back up to see each other”. You’d thought you’d been sneaky enough that night, leaving after everyone fell asleep, but Ezekiel was always a couple steps ahead it seemed, following you out of Santo Padre a few hours to a bar where you’d met up with Jax. The conversation with him was easier than you expected, but still he was wary, and how couldn’t he be. You were his baby sister. He’d worry till his last breath. “... and I told Angel a couple of weeks ago. Couldn’t really get out of explaining how I had your rings laying around”. You couldn’t remember much of what that admission to him entailed, besides the look of disbelief he had, and then the screaming, and then eventually the forced calm of his expression when he realized that there was nothing he could do about it. It was still unbelievable to him, you weren’t that little girl anymore, no matter how much he wanted you to be.

You were grown, beyond capable of making your own decisions. But boy did it scare you having to tell Felipe.

“Whenever you want to tell him I’m ready”.

His sureness makes you smile, wide and bright, laying a kiss to his rosy lips. “I love you too Jackson”.

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[garbinge]

Cold

Nestor Oceteva & Galindo!Sister Reader

From these October Prompts:  “I forgot how cold it could get.”

A/N: I know myself well enough to know a prompt a day is a little ambitious but I really wanted to jump into some of those October dialogue prompts. SO I’m committing myself to a prompt a week for the month of October. Here’s week 2 out of 4. 

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, angst, canon-level mention of un aliving, lots of tension, heartbreak. 

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc (Let me know if you’d like to be added!)

Home. You hadn’t been home in what felt like forever. As you stepped off the plane, it was go time. Pushing all your emotions aside, you moved to the baggage claim, right through to arrivals where you were forced to pause. Truthfully that was an understatement, you didn’t pause, you practically froze in your steps when you saw the sign with your name on it, more specifically when you saw the person holding the sign. The exhaustion from the 6 hour flight was making it hard for you to think clearly on how to proceed, but it seemed like the decision was made for you when eye contact was made. 

He stared at you, it was the same exact scene where you saw him last. 3 years ago. As you thought about it, that moment 3 years ago, your feet were moving towards him. He looked exactly the same. Two french braids, maybe they were a little longer now. His goatee was fuller, it hadn’t been cleaned up in a few days because you could see his beard shadow and you were still 50 feet away from him. Your eyes moved down to see the button down shirt he was wearing. Purple paisleys. The one you gifted him during the last christmas you spent here in Santo Padre with your family. It made your stomach twists in knots which is when you moved your eyes back to his face to see the one last familiar thing. Those yellow sunglasses. Those yellow fucking sunglasses.

You walked up to him and took a deep breath before speaking, “Hi.” 

Hi? That was it? That was what 3 years of time away to think on what happened resulted in? Hi?

“Hey.” He lowered the sign with your name on it and grabbed the bag that was slung around your shoulder. 

Okay, he wasn’t exactly winning any awards for public speaking either. 

Suddenly, it all hit you at once. The fact you were standing 12 inches from the man you loved and left, that you were back in the place you hated, and that your mother was in the hospital for a suicide attempt. Before you knew it you were jumping forward and wrapping your hands around Nestor. He didn’t freeze, his hands immediately wrapped around you, squeezing you just as hard as you had him. The tears escaped from your eyes and found their way to his shoulder. At some point his hand came up and cupped the back of your head. You wished you could stay in this moment forever. Which wasn’t saying much, wanting to stay in this incredibly sad moment, but moving forward meant seeing your brother, meant going back into a life you left, it also meant discussion. As much as you wished that this reunion with Nestor could solve everything that happened between you three years ago, it wouldn’t. 

You stepped away, wiping your tears and picking up your suitcase handle. 

“I’m assuming you’re my ride?” You chuckled, nodding your head to the exit. 

“Mikey’s at the hospital, told me to come get you and drop you off there.”

“It’s nearly 10 o'clock at night? Visiting hours have to be over?” You questioned as you moved outside to see two blacked out SUVs parked illegally with another two guards standing besides them. “Jesus Christ, I’m a Galindo not the fuckin’ president.” 

Nestor chuckled. “You have been away for a while.”

You thought for a minute, Miguel likely had the hospital wing blocked out which meant him and his people could come and go as desired. Now, the entourage of security was new. Miguel was cautious but this was different. This was precautionary on a new level. 

You kept your mouth shut as Nestor put your bags into the trunk of the one car you and him would be sharing. He opened the back seat door for you and you walked past it like he wasn’t even there and opened the passenger door to hop in. 

Nestor shook his head and made his way to the driver seat, he checked the mirrors twice, he locked the car immediately and when he hit the gas, both cars moved quick, like they were on a mission. 

“You gonna tell me what’s with all the extra security?” You asked and were met with nothing. 

“Alright well if not, then it’s probably time to tell you I’m not going to the hospital. I want you to take me home.” 

Nestor’s eyes danced over at you with that remark. Not for long but enough for you to notice. 

“Mikey wants you at the hospital.” His voice didn’t change in tone, he kept it level and informative.

“Have you reuped your contract?” You asked nicely and curiously. 

Nestor frowned “My contract?”

“Yes have you signed a new contract with Miguel.”

“No why?”

“Because if you haven’t, you have to take me home. You are legally contracted to override any order if given to you by a Galindo. So, I am a Galindo and you still are working under the same contract.” 

The smile that filled your face was smug as you relaxed into the seat knowing you had won. Or so you thought. 

“You changed your name.” Nestor’s voice was solemn, no emotion behind it at all. 

You practically broke your neck to look at him. His face didn’t change and he didn’t say anything else. 

“What did you say?” Your glare was harsh and your voice was pointed. 

“You’re technically not a Galindo. You changed your name after you left.” 

Your jaw was going to have to be scraped off the ground. Not only were you not expecting that response but there was no way he knew you changed your last name. It was done out of spite when you left, you were angry, you were hurt and you wanted to cut complete ties from your family and the cartel that came along with it. But you didn’t tell anyone. You didn’t even tell Emily, who was the only person you kept in contact with after leaving and that only started a year ago. 

“How the fuck do you know that?” Your body twisted to look at him, it wasn’t exactly comfortable in the passenger seat of the car but it didn’t matter. 

Nestor stayed silent, but you knew him well enough to know that he was thinking of what to say. His mind was going a mile a minute but he showed no sign of it. He was as stoic as they come. 

“You have 5 more seconds to think of something or I’m telling you to stop this car and I’m walking home.” 

“I checked in on you.” 

“You what?”

“I check–”

“Pull over.” 

That made Nestor turn to look at you. You weren’t facing him anymore you were bending over to pick up the things you had in front of you to leave. At this point you were seeing red, you had half a mind to just open the door and jump out on your own. 

“Y/N, don’t be fuckin’ stupid.” 

There it was. The Nestor you knew. Not this facade he put up as head of security of the Galindo Cartel. 

“Ah, there he is.” The smile on your face was sarcastic and it was begging for Nestor to truly start this fight. 

“You’re acting ridiculous.” His head shook and was filled with a look of disgust. 

Picking up your finger, you pointed at yourself. “I’m–I’M acting ridiculous?” A scoff left your mouth. “Fuck you. You had no right to ‘check in on me’, you lost any right to know anything about me 3 years ago.” 

“Your Mikey’s sister, I have to keep tabs.” There was the stoic tone again. 

“You didn’t look me up for your precious Mikey. You looked me up because you regretted your choice the minute I left. You just were too pussy to leave.” 

“I have a job to do here, Y/N. I couldn’t just up and leave!” You broke him. There was a part of you that was proud of yourself. He had hurt you so much 3 years ago and you never got to express that to him, you let the bitterness build up in you and this was long overdue. 

“I had a ticket for you.” It was your turn to be stoic. 

“The ticket you ripped up and threw on the floor of my apartment?” A chuckle left his mouth. 

“The ticket I ripped up and threw on the floor of your apartment because I had just found out that you poured hot grease on an innocent man.” 

“Jesus Christ.” 

You shook your head and lowered your voice, “you chose my brother everyday for 3 years. 1095 times you woke up and chose Miguel Galindo over me. You chose murdering people over me. You chose torturing people over me. You chose to be Galindo’s dirty worker. Which is fine. That was your decision but every day you woke up and chose him, you weren’t choosing me.” 

“I chose you when I went and found those guys who kidnapped you and killed them.” Nestor hadn’t been so forthcoming before but he was angry. 

“That was not choosing me. That was choosing the Galindo Cartel.” 

“You left. Not me.”  Nestor’s voice leveled. 

“Tell me one thing.” Your voice was calm, you were on the verge of losing it. “Did you ever even love me?” 

It was a weighted question, you wouldn’t have cared if he took a minute to answer, but he didn’t. 

“My answer to that doesn’t change anything.” 

Your heart dropped. Not exactly sure why, as he didn’t actually give you an actual answer. But your mind was trying to decipher what he meant. It could have been a ‘yea but it doesn’t matter things are way to far past that’ or a ‘no and I don’t want to talk about it so I’m going to say it doesn’t matter to spare you breaking down in my car’

Okay, you were overthinking, but they weren’t that far off from being real possibilities. A light from ahead caused you to look forward, and that’s when you noticed you were pulling up to Nestor’s apartment. Not home. Not the hospital. 

For a moment you felt relief knowing you scored more time where you weren’t going to have to deal with Miguel or the heaviness of just being home. You looked over at Nestor, half prepared to thank him, sarcastically ofcourse, but all in all you were ready to put whatever fight this was behind you because of his gesture. But he was quiet and still, you forgot about this part of him, the cartel side. It had clearly taken over since you left, before there was a visible line, but now things were blurred. You practically laughed as you shook your head and opened the car door as it was still moving.

Even though everything was different with Nestor, everything was exactly the same with his apartment. You walked up the stairs and picked the key up from under his front mat. It was laughable that the head of security for the Galindo Cartel was hiding his house key under the front mat but old habits die hard. 

You slammed the door, knowing he had to be shortly behind you but selling your point about how mad you were was top of mind. Without thought you moved through the living room and opened the blinds and escape to the balcony. Standing there, looking out at the view of Santo Padre you took a deep breath as it all came crashing down on you like a pile of bricks. You were home. Dita was in the hospital half burned from an attempt at her own life. The man you were in love with was acting like a dickhead. And you hadn’t even seen your brother yet. No wonder you left all those years ago. 

The sliding door opened but your head didn’t move. 

“I forgot how cold it could get here.” Your arms crossed, hugging yourself. 

“Stay.” Nestor leaned back against the railing with his arms intertwined. 

His request was laughable, and that’s what you did, laugh. 

“And do what?” You shot a glare at him. 

“Be with me.” His voice was soft now, like the man you had known to love. “Move in here, you’ll be able to check in on Dita, your brother misses you, it’s–” he was getting needy you could hear it in his voice but that didn’t stop you from cutting him off. 

“You can’t use my words on me. I asked you to be with me 3 years ago. And you know what I got instead? I got my brother’s best friend going face first into the cartel. I wanted Nestor. MY Nestor. But the minute I asked you to be with me you chose Miguel. It will always be him. You asking me to stay here, to live here, that’s not for me, that's for you. For my stupid fucking brother. You KNOW I can’t be here. I was kidnapped. I was fucking BURNED,” you lifted your shirt up to show the small part of your abdomen that was burned, not to be underwhelmed with the entire burn scar on your back. 

“And I–” Nestor pushed himself off the railing to argue with you. 

“And you went with Mikey to make it right,” you mocked him in the best version of his voice you could get. “You went with the head of the Galindo Cartel and burned innocent people until you finally got the right one. Don’t sell it for anything less than what it is.” 

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” His voice was now raised and loud. Very loud.

“NOTHING.” You moved your body to face him, hands still tucked under your arms. “I want nothing from you.” You took steps closer to him so now you were face to face. “I want nothing from you, or from Mikey, or from anyone in your little fucking circle. You know what I want? I want to see my mother for what is probably the last time in my life, and I want to leave. I want to never see your stupid fucking face ever again, your stupid shades, your stupid braids, your stupid apartment, I want to live a life free of you.” The statement was long and winded and at some point tears had left your eyes. You didn’t bother wiping them, all you did was stare at Nestor. 

He took a step forward and that’s when his hand reached out and cupped your face. His lips touched yours instantly. It was desperate, and you knew it not only from the way his lips crashed against yours and he held your head tight to his but because in no time before this when you had fought had he ever kissed you. Not when you got hurt. Not even when you left. All you had were stolen moments. Glances, smiles, winks, hand holds that lingered just a couple seconds too long. But never a kiss. 

It was ironic. Poetic tragedy some might say. That your first kiss was likely to be your last. At first, you gave into it, and let the desperation flood over the both of you. You embraced it until you realized this was going to do nothing but hurt you and him so you pulled away, letting your forehead head rest against his. 

“Please just stay.” He asked you again, this time at a whisper. “Don’t you love me?” Those last words snuck out at even a softer tone but you managed to hear them as everything around you was silent. 

“My answer to that doesn’t change anything.” After using the same words he hit you with earlier, you held your position there with him for a few more beats before pushing away and leaving him alone on that balcony. Making your way through the living room, you grabbed the one bag he must’ve carried in and made your way back downstairs as you pulled out your phone. 

It was insane how you were about to call your brother to pick you up. This whole thing was full of irony. But the sooner you could get this all over with, the sooner you’d be out of here and back to a life where none of this mattered or existed. There was a piece of you that wanted to look up, get one more look of the man on the balcony but if you did there was a slight chance you’d go back on everything, and that just wasn’t a chance you could take. So instead, you called Miguel and kept looking into the dark void that was your hometown of Santo Padre.

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[heyitsperfect]

I still love you - Ez Reyes

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, mention of death, kissing

A/N: First of all...THANK YOU for giving me a new favorite song and thanks for the request, I hope you like it. This is only leaned on the events in the show. 

Request by  @jennyaraiza23 : Can I request a one shot or a short story I would like an EZ Reyes x reader angst with happy ending also add the song of Olivia Rodrigo drivers license thank you

It was a cliche to fall in love with your best friend, but here you were standing at the porch of the Reyes household while Marisol was telling you Ez is not there. You know exactly where he is though. Emily Thomas. The girl who has Ez’s heart. You thanked Marisol and left with your car. You wanted to show it to Ez cause you finally got your license and wanted to let him know. 

Weeks passed and you hardly spoke to Ez anymore. He was too occupied with Emily now. Then Marisol died. It was the summer you left for college. The last time you saw him was two weeks before his mother died and if somebody told you, you won’t see your best friend for the next 8 years, you would’ve probably started laughing. 

He shot a cop and was sent to Stockton. You visited him as many times as possible and it broke you everytime a little bit more that his oh so beloved girlfriend left him all on his own. Not you. You were there for him, falling harder and harder for him. You still loved him, after all the time. Ez is the one for you. 

He wrote you letters, told you not to come anymore because he didn’t want to be a burden for you. You confronted him on your next visit, told him you loved him and that you won’t stop visiting him. He threw you out and never let you visit him again. 

After you graduated you moved back to Santo Padre. It was home. All your friends and family still lived there. You were driving through town remembering all the good and the bad times. You parked your car and made your way to the carniciera Reyes to visit Felipe and grab some meat for dinner. Felipe was happy to see you. He told you about a few things, Ez becoming the prospect for the Mayans and Angel already being a member. He also told you where you can find Ez if you want to see him. 

As you left the shop you ran straight into Angel. 

“Whoa there.” “I’m sorry” you both spoke at the same time

“Y/N is that you? Damn you look good. What brought you back?” Angel was standing in front of you with a big smile on his face. He always saw you as the little sister he never had.  

“Yes, it’s me,ehhmm, thank you and I’m back for good. Graduated college and got a job here as a bank manager.” you tried to answer all his questions in one go. “But look at you Mr Reyes, still the pantie dropper like in high school I guess.” you had the biggest grin on your face. 

“Nah….even worse.” he laughed. “Have you seen my little brother yet?”

“No, but your Dad told me where I can find him.” you looked down fiddling with your fingers.

“He is there at the moment, go see him. He misses you, even he won’t admit it to me.” Angel spoke and hugged you goodbye. You made your way back to the car and drove off. As you made your way to the scrapyard to see Ez you thought about all the things that happened in the past. About all the what if’s. What if Emily never came into his life, what if you had the courage to tell him sooner how you feel, what if….

As you arrived at the yard you parked your car and got out of your car. The lot was empty except one bike and a car. You stood in front of your car as the door of the trailer opened and what you saw broke your heart. Emily Thomas, no, it was now Galindo, came out of it and Ez trailing behind her. They said their goodbyes and Emily kissed his cheek. It looked so familiar to you, like history repeating itself. 

After Emily left Ez turned around and walked in your direction. As he looked up he stopped, his expression like he saw a ghost. You couldn’t move either. It felt like an eternity as you two were staring at each other, nobody dared to say something. 

“Hey Y/N” Ez spoke finally. It snapped you back to reality. 

“Hey. Are you and her…” you couldn’t finish that sentence, alone the thought of them together hurt you.

“Emily, no no no. She needed help, I told her to go.” you didn’t know what to say so you just looked at him as he slowly approached you. As he was standing in front of you, he looked you deeply in the eyes, his hand came up to your cheek caressing it with his thumb. You closed your eyes enjoying the skin to skin contact.

“I’m so sorry for pushing you away, for hurting you. I thought I would protect you.” Ez whispered. 

“I don’t need to be protected….all I need is you.” you finally looked him in the eyes. He pulled you close, your head resting against his chest, your arms around his middle while his arms are around your neck and shoulders. 

“Please forgive me Y/N. I can’t lose you again.” he said close to your ear. 

“I forgave you a long time ago….I still love you.” you whispered the last part in hope he didn’t hear it. 

“I love you too, always have and always will.” he kissed your head as you tightened the grip around him.

It was a cliche to fall in love with your best friend, but in the end it turns out to be the best that could’ve happened to you. Ez and you talked about everything and remained friends at first, but after a while the lines between friends and lovers vanished. In the end you had him sitting next to you in your car driving around town, like you wanted to do it after you got your drivers licence.

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

muluc.

© @sonsofeorl

NESTOR OCETEVA.

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❝ request by @garbinge: Hi, Aurora 🖤 you beautiful being!!! Dropping a request for a headcannon or imagine (whatever you feel fits better and feel more inspired to write) with Nestor being the OC/Reader Insert’s best friend.

❝ request by anon: Hi,Aurora may I please have the head cannon hidden relationship with Nestor Oceteva please. And also this is my time ever request so I hoping doing this right. And I love your blog!

❝ words: about 400.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

You've waited all day for night to come. The only moment where you can escape from your room and spend some time with Nestor without the risk of being caught.

Being Miguel Galindo's little sister isn't easy, even less when you are in love with his best friend and head of his security.

And you have had to do your best to not jump onto him in front of everyone after coming home with his face covered in dry blood and a huge cut on his cheek.

Nestor has seen the fear in your eyes, your hands trembling and your heart about to stop.

But in silence.

You haven't acted like you'd like to act.

You haven't been able to take care of him like you'd like to do.

You have had to wait a whole eternity for the night to come.

You aren't going to lie, you have been worried for Marcus too. That's for sure.

But Nestor is the love of your life.

You can't imagine your existence without him.

And at this point, you don't care if Miguel approves it or not.

This time you've been too close to losing him.

So as soon as he reunites with you in the garage —where you usually meet when everybody's sleeping—, you jump onto his arms.

You can't control your bitter and painful crying.

You can't feel any comfort in his arms, still scared of what has happened in just one day. The worst day you can remember.

“Lo siento… Lo siento tanto”.

Nestor hates hearing you crying, but he understands it. He understands it because you have been in his mind the whole time. Your voice, your laugh. He has had in his mind the whole time the way you look at him. The adoration in your orbs. The shine that makes them the most magnificent pair of eyes in the world.

And he agrees without hesitating when you beg him to talk with your brother the next day. To tell him about your relationship.

Nestor can't say no. He wants it too. He doesn't want to continue hiding. He wants to hug you, kiss you, touch you at any time.

He wants to show everybody how much he loves you, how happy you make him any time you smile straight to him.

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[drabbles-mc]

The Long Game

Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Request by Anon:  Nestor Oceteva with the fluff sections prompts 30: I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, 40: Why are you so scared of loving and 49: You’re the only thing that matters?

Warnings: language, fluff so sweet it’ll make your teeth hurt

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: So to balance out the angsty request, we have a nice fluffy one too. I had a lot of fun writing this. I just really like the idea of super sweet Nestor

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Nestor loomed over your shoulder, watching as you folded ingredients together in a giant mixing bowl. You bit back a laugh as he watched you intently. You hadn’t been expecting him to stop in, not that you minded. But the unannounced visit meant that he was going to have to deal with the fact that you were wrapped up in other things before he arrived. He didn’t seem to mind, though, as he wandered around your kitchen with you.

“Who are you making all of these for?” he asked with a slightly confused look on his face.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I’ll bring some to work. You can take some home with you if you want,” you laughed when you turned to look at him, “I just felt like baking this weekend.”

“Can I help?”

You shook your head, “No way.”

He looked a little offended but you could see that he was trying not to smile, “Why not? I’m a good cook.”

You nodded, “I know you are. But you’re a terrible baker. Remember when you tried to help me with the pie for my sister?”

He laughed, and you tried to pretend that it didn’t make your heart jump inside your chest, “But these are cookies. Totally different, right?”

You smiled, shaking your head slightly, “You can help by being my taste-tester when the first batch is done. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds like you’re trying not to be patronizing but you still are,” he chuckled.

You laughed and handed him the spatula that you had been using, “You can lick this clean while you sulk about it.”

Something flashed across his face for a moment that you couldn’t quite read. But before you could think about it too much, he snatched the spatula from you with a small smile, “Fine. But it won’t stop me from bothering you.”

You didn’t expect that it would. And, realistically, the last thing you would ever consider Nestor to be was a bother. You liked when he stopped in, even though as you both grew up and got wrapped up in your own lives it happened less and less frequently. He’d been your best friend for as long as you could remember, and the two of you had always balanced each other out. Nestor had always been a little quieter, keeping a lot of his thoughts and feelings to himself most of the time. You were good for him in that way, being open and honest enough to draw things out of him. He was good for you, too. Everything about Nestor made you feel safe. That sense of safety happened long before he became the man that was in your apartment that day—even as children you knew that he had your back and that hadn’t changed.

And as you both got older and he got involved with Galindo and everything that that entailed, you’d remained a safe place to go and rest. Your apartment was a place where he could recharge and he just got to be Nestor, and not the head of security for a cartel leader. You didn’t talk about work unless he brought it up, and he didn’t bring it up often. Despite the fact that his life had continued to get more dangerous, you never felt like it would ever get back to you. Something about the way he spoke and carried himself assured you of that despite the fact that he never verbally said it. You trusted that if things were too dicey, he wouldn’t bring it to your front door.

So, the two of you maneuvered around your tiny kitchen together. He was leaning against the counter, watching as you flitted around, spatula still between his fingers. He’d set the timer for you but other than that he let you do whatever it was you had to do to keep the kitchen from burning down. Every now and then your shoulder would brush and push against his and you pretended that you didn’t notice, that it didn’t make your face feel hot for a few moments each time.

The timer went off and you grabbed a pair of oven mitts. You carefully pulled the tray out of the oven, allowing Nestor to shut it for you as you carried the hot tray over to the table to cool.

“Can you put that tray in for me and start the timer again?”

He nodded, tossing the spatula into the sink before doing what you asked, “So I do get to help.”

You chuckled as you walked back over, “Baby steps. I might make a baker out of you yet.”

All that was left to do was wait. You were waiting for one tray to cool so you could empty it just to fill it up again, and you were waiting for the timer to go off for the tray that was currently in the oven. You and Nestor were each leaning on a separate stretch of counter, kitty-corner to each other. You wiped your hands off on your jeans, pretending not to notice the way that he was staring at you as you did.

“So is this how you spend your weekends now?” he asked with a quiet chuckle.

You smiled, “It’s been a while. Listen, I know it’s not quite as exciting as whatever you spend all your time doing, but it suits me just fine.”

“I’m not making fun of you,” he saw the disbelieving look on your face and he laughed, nudging your foot lightly with his own, “I swear! This is nice.”

“Mhm,” you smiled at him, leaving it at that.

You walked over to the table and started carefully scooping cookies off of the tray and onto a plate so they could completely finish cooling. When the tray was empty, you looked up and saw Nestor watching you, a calm radiating from his facial expression and body language.

“Wanna try one?” you asked.

He nodded, walking over. You smiled as you held one out for him. You expected him to take it from your hand into his own, but instead he just leaned and bit into while you were still holding it. You laughed, smile stretching from ear to ear as butterflies erupted in your stomach.

He gave a nod of approval, “Those are good.”

“Well here,” you fed him the rest of the cookie, “you gotta finish it now.”

You both laughed and without thinking you reached up and brushed the crumbs clinging to the stubble on his face. It didn’t hit you until it was too late how close you were standing, the weight of the gentle gesture clearly not lost on either of you as you took in the look in Nestor’s eyes. Before you could make it any worse you cleared your throat, scooping up the now-empty tray and heading back over to the counter to put more dough onto it.

Nestor materialized behind you, and you were hyper-aware of how close he was standing to you. “Can I help with this part?” there was a lightness to his voice that you found reassuring.

You let out an exaggerated sigh, “I suppose,” it got him to laugh and he playfully nudged your shoulder. You smiled, “They all gotta be the same size though, alright?”

He nodded, a small smirk tugging at his lips, “I think I can handle that.”

You hopped up onto the counter so you could watch him. You swung your legs as you watched the concentration on his face and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. He was so methodical, clearly taking his baking lesson very seriously.

You bit back a laugh, “Domesticity doesn’t look half bad on you, Nes.”

He flicked his eyes up to you for a moment, a smile passing over his face for a brief moment before returning to the task at hand, “Oh really?”

You nod, “Really. One of these days, when you find someone who makes you wanna settle down, you’ll be able to do it. I can tell.”

“Just from watching me scoop cookie dough?” he laughed but didn’t lift his eyes from the tray in front of him.

“Just from knowing you for so long. I can’t believe you haven’t put a ring on some girl yet anyway.”

He smiled at you, setting his tray off to the side, “And I can’t believe you haven’t domesticated some guy yet.”

You laughed, “What do you think I’ve been doing with you this whole time?”

You said it as a joke, but there was a lot of truth to it. Not that you were trying to change Nestor into someone that he wasn’t, but that there was a part of you that was always holding out. There was something in the back of your mind that was always waiting for it to be you and Nestor in the end. It was a long shot—you knew his life and that he might never be able to settle down, but you still hoped. You tried not to put your life on hold for it, but days like this made you realize that there wasn’t another person you wanted to spend this kind of time with. You didn’t know if there ever would be.

He chuckled, “Really playing the long game, huh?”

You nudged his leg with your foot, “Is it not working? You think that a couple years ago you would’ve spent one of your very few days off in some girl’s apartment watching her bake cookies?”

He smiled, but you could see that there was something else lingering in his expression, “Maybe not.”

“See? I’ve got you ready for whatever girl reels you in,” your tone was light but you didn’t really want to think about him being with someone else.

“You’ve got some high hopes for me,” his smile was soft.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

He laughed, but there was a touch of hollowness to it, “You know me better than anyone—you know exactly why you shouldn’t have such high hopes for me.”

You shook your head, “Stop, don’t be like that,” you knew it was a bit of a touchy topic for him, but what was the point in being someone’s best friend if you weren’t going to call them out on their shit, “Why do you always sell yourself so short, hm? Why are you so scared of loving?”

“I’m not scared, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, “Right. Because Big Bad Nestor Oceteva isn’t scared of anything,” it broke the tension and got you both to laugh, “But I mean it, you know—don’t sell yourself short. You’re gonna make some girl real happy one day.”

He started to say something else when the sound of the timer cut through your conversation. He pressed his lips together, stepping out of your way so you could take the tray out. Your back was to him but you could hear him setting the next tray into the oven and starting the time over again.

When you turned around to walk back into the kitchen, you nearly bumped into Nestor who was already right behind you. You laughed, ignoring the heat taking over your cheeks, “Sneaky.”

He chuckled, “It’s a job requirement,” he paused, eyes desperately searching yours as he tried to piece together his next sentence, “You really think that I could have this with someone?” he gestured around your apartment.

You nodded as you made your way back to the kitchen, Nestor close behind, “Why wouldn’t you?”

“You know my life. It just feels stupid to even think about all of that when I do what I do for a living.”

You gently rested your hand against his chest, “It’s not stupid. You’re going to find someone who understands and accepts all of that. Someone who is…you know…patient,” you smiled.

“Someone like you?”

You didn’t think that three words could knock the wind out of you so effectively, but they did. You laughed, unable to meet his eyes, “Nes, c’mon, don’t joke—”

“I’m not joking,” he stepped closer, looking down at you intently. Every word you wanted to say got caught in your throat, so Nestor continued, “You’re my best friend. And, you’re right, I am scared. Or at least, I usually am. But when I’m here, with you, I’m not. Being here with you is like stepping into an entirely different world, one where you’re the only thing that matters. I love it, and I miss it the second I leave.”

It was everything you wanted to hear and yet you had a hard time believing it, “Where is all of this coming from?”

“Because, as usual, you’re right,” he smiled as he reached forward, wiping a small streak of flour off your forehead, “a few years ago I wouldn’t be doing any of this. And, honestly, if it wasn’t you, I still wouldn’t be doing it. But it is you,” his hand rested lightly on your cheek, “and you feel like home. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, and it feels like a waste of time to keep pretending like I haven’t been.”

There were so many things that you wanted to say, but you couldn’t force yourself to speak. All the words were caught in a lump at the back of your throat. You could feel happy tears starting to gather in your eyes as you rested your hand over his. Knowing that there were no words you could think of that would accurately explain how you felt, you pulled him down into a kiss.

You could feel that it caught him by surprise, but he quickly recovered and leaned down into you. Both his hands rested on the back of your neck, pulling you up into him. You smiled into your kiss, arms easily wrapping around him as you soaked up every moment of his lips being pressed against yours.

The moment wasn’t long enough, cut short by the sound of the timer buzzing on the counter. You pulled away slightly, unable to stop the quiet laugh from escaping past your lips as Nestor rested his forehead against yours.

“Dammit,” you finally were able to make yourself speak, a tinge of humor in your voice.

Nestor chuckled as he reached over and turned the timer off, “Timing is everything, huh?”

You laughed, but the intensity of everything that had just happened didn’t slip from your mind. You looked over at him, “I love you.”

His eyes widened at hearing you say it like that for the first time. A small smile crossed his face, “I love you too,” he pressed a quick, soft kiss to your lips, “Don’t let the cookies burn.”

“Shit, right, right,” you laughed as you shook your head, trying to get all of your thoughts back in order.

You felt his eyes on you as you shuffled around the kitchen, thankful that everything was second nature for you at this point because there were a million thoughts running through your head and none of them had to do with the task at hand. You heard his light footsteps as he walked up behind you, and the wave of warmth that washed over you as he lightly draped his arms around your waist was unlike anything else you’d ever felt. He rested his chin down onto your shoulder, watching you get everything in order.

“Better take notes,” you said with a laugh, “Now you’re definitely going to have to help next time.”

He laughed, pressing a light kiss into your shoulder, “Oh, so this is what it took?”

You smile, nodding, “You’re leveling up now, Nestor. You think you’re ready?”

He smiled, “I guess we’ll find out.”

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Miguel Galindo Masterlist

*smut*

Main Masterlist

*Miguel Galindo*

*Home Office*

*Paper Suprise*

*Paper Suprise part 2*

*Coconut and Rose*

*Keep me posted*

*Now*

*Simple*

*New Move*

Mi Vida

*Summoning Me*

T shirt and panties Miguel Galindo x reader & Bishop Losa x reader

*Border Video*

*Feeling lonely* Miguel Galindo x reader & Bishop Losa x reader

*Desk Duties*

Bad Dealings

*A secret*

*Long Day*

Because of him

Because of him part 2

*Because of him part 3*

*Rough*

Broken Flowers

That Night in Cabo

*Broken Friendship*

Yellow Lines

Chance encounter

*Chance encounter part 2*

Cop Sister

Changed decision

Torn

Starting fresh

Once a year

*Make me*

Bad Pains

*Coming back*

Chocolate Chip

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[lovebishoplosamiguelgalindos]

Weary : Miguel Gallindo and Reader.

18+ smut, fluff , married life to our cartel daddy . Something that I have finally gotten around to putting on paper since my feelings for him have resurfaced recently due to quite a few posts from @itsjustmyfantasyroom and @withmyteeth I think so ladies this is dedicated to you and enjoy

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You watched Miguel take off the vest he was wearing slowly and hang it up and then as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and removed it to reveal a black wife beater underneath it. You walked up behind him and hugged him. He turned and looked at you for a moment . You could see the toll the trip to the border had taken on him . “ Bad day sweetheart?” Your hands moved over his chest slowly in a circular motion as you looked at the muscles as they reacted to your fingers by jumping a little,

“ It was just irritating at times . Nestor and Angel Reyes can’t peacefully coexist .” He exhaled softly.

“ Well then I think that daddy needs one of my extra special margaritas followed by a nice backrub and to see a little surprise that I’m wearing under this little black sundress .”

His eyebrow went up. “ All of that sounds like heaven querida followed by pizza and whatever you like on Netflix.” He leaned in and kissed you for a moment.

“ Good , then let me go and mix that drink while you get more comfortable in here.” You felt his hand give your ass a gentle squeeze and you knew he had missed you .

You headed out to the small bar set up and found what you needed to make your special blood orange flavored margarita .

Sometimes you made these on Nestors birthday and once in a while for yourself after a swim in the pool ..

You mixed the drink for Miguel and then went back to the bedroom with it for him . You handed it to him and noticed that he was bare chested and laying on his stomach on your bed.

He took a slow sip of the drink and smiled. “ Perfection.” His head was resting on one of his pillows.

You found the massage oil that he liked and after straddling him began to give him a slow rundown starting at the base of his neck. “ I like it when you let your hair get a little long in the back .” You heard him exhale as you worked on him and planted a kiss on his left shoulder.

“ Your touch makes me feel like fucking putty in your hands.”

“ Such a mouth Mr. Galindo whatever will I do about that ?” You gently smacked his ass and heard a low chuckle.

You finished the backrub and he moved and flipped you over.

“ I think you said you had a surprise under that dress for me preciosa”. His voice was dangerously low.

“ Oh right I do.” You winked at him and felt his hands untie the halter top of the dress revealing your bra and new black lace thong panties.

“ Well I think we need your bra off .” He popped the hook in the front of the emerald green material and tossed it on the floor. Then his fingers slowly slid your panties down while working their way over your thighs to get inside you..

“ You’re wet for me and I was only away overnight .”

“ I missed my man .”

Then he slowly lifted your left leg and began to move into your center taking his sweet time.

You felt yourself stretch to accommodate his length and once he was in you relaxed and moved with him. You were married so birth control wasn’t an issue. You had talked about a baby but it hadn’t happened just yet. Your Rottweiler Lupe was your baby for now and she stayed in her kennel with a pitbull that was Nestors named Daisy . The two dogs were like sisters.

“ Miguel you are so damn good when I haven’t had you in a while . I think you have gotten more amazing at sex since we have been married .”

He pulled your hair a little and then began to nip and suck on the left side of your neck as your fingernails scratched his chest .

“,We’re both going to have marks tommorrow. “ You said after a moan.

“ Good thing I gave Nestor and Marcus the day off to catch up on some rest then isn’t it my love.”

After a while he pulled out of you and you both laid on the bed catching your breath together.

“ Shower or bath ?”

“ Actually I was thinking about a little naked swim.”

“ I see , well then get our robes and we’ll go. After we can order the pizza .”

The two of you kissed and went to the pool area with your robes on that you untied before diving in. Your tattoo of Miguel’s name in script on your left side was revealed when you took your robe off. You got it in Cabo San Lucas on your honeymoon.

Miguel had your initial under his wedding band.

You stood hip to hip in the warm water when you surfaced and kissed .

“ Damn married life is good.”

#mayans mc #miguel galindo imagine

[shoot-the-oneshot]

DIRTY

Lee Bodecker x reader

Warnings: language and slight violence

He hated her, he hated her the second she walked into his station all chummy chummy with the mayor, who he’s been trying to get down here for a face to face for ages. Having the current mayor on his side would definitely help him when election comes back around. Lee plasters on a fake smile when the pair get to his office door, pulling his duty belt up a bit higher from where it’s fallen.

“Mayor, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He stood, shaking the older mans hand ignoring the woman all together, she was wearing one of their uniforms so he figured if she’s a new deputy she would learn who runs this show and if she didn’t well, he could show her himself one night on patrol. While he wasn’t looking forward to having a girl around a female officer on the department would look great to the voters, he silently thought.

“Bodecker, I think it’s high time we have a talk,” the mayor stated making himself way to comfortable in his office. The brief thought that he knew of his extra curricular activities ran through the sheriff’s head. But Lee knew how the real world worked if anything the mayor should be shaking his hand in appreciation for keeping this shit hole safe, the whole town should in his opinion.

“Now Lee, I know this won’t be easy to hear so I’m just gonna’ come out with it. Miss Y/L/N, is taking over your position as sheriff.”

If Lee wasn’t so appalled at the new information he would’ve seen the shock on the womens face as well. But he was to locked in on the mayor to notice. But for once he took his sister’s advice and took a deep breath, surly it wasn’t what he thought and instead the man was presenting him with the news that Lee himself was taking over as mayor and of course he couldn’t be in the role of sheriff if he were to take over. That had to be it, Lees work had finally paid off. All those late nights in the company of meaningless women would end, he’d have to find a sweet girl to fit the image of a mayors wife. That might be hard to do in this small town but he’d figure it out. He was pulled from his inner planning as the mayor rose from his seat.

“I’m sure you can find a new desk out there and clear this office out for the new sheriff in town!” The old man stated proudly patting the girl on the back, who herself had just met eyes with Lee. Now she has locked eyes with many criminal in her time but she had never seen anger quite like his in this moment. Her back involuntarily straightening had the loud bark he let out.

“What!”

“Now Lee,” the mayor started, expecting an outburst, Quickly getting cut off.

“No! Do you know what I have done for this fuckin’ town? This is an elected position, one I’ve won two times over and you’re gonna’ hand it over to some bitch!”

Lee snarled his hands coming down hard on the desk filling the small office with a sharp clap.

“As mayor I can over rule an election when the elected falls short. And you have been for a while Lee, crime rates have gone up and closed cases going down. Does that sound like a good sheriff to you?”

The only sound in the room being Lee’s huffs like an angry bull when you entered its pin. Which Y/n had felt like that’s exactly what she had unknowingly done.

“The conversation is over, leave us be deputy.”

If Lees jaw could clench any harder it’d surly break. Glaring at the girl as he roughly pushed past her, the whole station hearing the argument between the two and was watching as Lee treaded to a nearby desk barking at the watchers as he went.

“Show’s over get back to your jobs!”

“Yes sherif-deputy”

The assistants sputtering only angered Lee more. Finally the mayor left and you came out of his-your office.

“I understand what a shock the must’ve been to you all, believe it or not it was to me too.” Her eyes shot over to Lee hoping he wasn’t to angry still, he was. “Anyway I know you all have a way of doing things and I’m not here to change anything so let keep up the good police work.”

The months following were rough for the ex sheriff, he never had gotten used to being sent out to deal with house parties that got to loud and the case of Mrs.Jenkins, missing poodle. That was a deputys job not his, no matter what his new title was. And you hadn’t made his time any easier.

Miss Y/n Y/l/n, at first she had tried to make friends with him and the rest of the deputies, him being the only one resisting. After finally giving up she began what he believed was a game of ‘how angry can I make Lee today’ sendin’ him out on those joke cases, all while eating his candy he had in his old office.

And to make matters worse the entire town was practically smitten with her, her sweet looks but hard hand on the crime in the area had won their hearts the crime rate dropping ninety percent in the first three months of her arrival. He had went to the library and dug up some newspaper about her, a hotshot detective from Cincinnati who was hailed a hero there after taking down a mob family, after that arrest the department saw how valuable female officers could be and she was no longer the only one within that department and hearing her success many departments followed in suit. And then she suddenly quit after making such a big name for herself So what was she doing here in this tiny town?

—————-

Knockemstiff, West Virginia. The large welcome sign reads as you drove past the trees flying by as blurs of green, the nature will take some getting used to as you didn’t have much in the city. It reminds you of the tiny potted plant you mother got you for your office when you made detective. It was a long, hard road to get there which makes leaving that much worse. You were at the highest of your career being the only women was rough the men didn’t respect you officers and criminals alike, you had to work ten times harder to make your mark and as ironic as it was when you hit that big break that’s when it all went down hill.

And here you are starting all over again and you figured it would be harder to earn the smalls towns respect. But it would all be worth it when you caught the guy you’ve been looking for. Your old boss had made a few calls when he learned your plans to chase leads on the road and one of the calls had been to the mayor of the town when he asked you to meet him at the sheriffs office you were shocked to hear you’d be taking over. You weren’t however when Lee continued to hate you for months to come, everyone said that’s just how he is but you know it was the sting of losing his position. It didn’t take you long to find out he had been dirty it was almost embarrassing how transparent it was.

But you knew if you were going to make any headway in this town when the time came you’d need someone who knew the ins and outs like Lee did, so you kept trying to get on his good side even noticing he liked sweets and breaking out the fancy ones you had from the city, you got the message quick when he threw them away staring right at you. You had one last trick up your sleeve, back in Cincinnati you partner always said cops and criminals aren’t that different it’s just the way they think. so that’s what you’ll do.

Grabbing your hat you walked out of your office boots clacking as you walked past his desk the gold name plate shining as the sunlight breaks through the windows.

“Come on Bodecker, you’re driving” you toss the keys to the cruiser over your shoulder, you know he’s following because you can feel his glare on the back of your head. You spoke as Lee slammed his door shut the car shifting under his weight a bit.

“Low level pot growers slash dealers on the outskirts of town this is their third warning.” Lee grunts is response and started driving the ride was uncomfortable to say the least.

“I know you read up on me I’m sure you have something to say about it?” Taking the glance he shot you out of the corner of his eye as a yes you continue.

“And I’m sure it’s along the lines of why I’m here?” Cue side glance again, “well when I started looking into the Galindos they didn’t take to kindly to that, they send some guys to my parents house when their threats didn’t stop me, it was completely by chance I was at their house when they came it was a big gun fight. Killed one but the others got away and they are the only members of the mafia still out there, I got the tags off the car they used and tracked it to here.”

You’d been parked outside the farm house for the last part of your story so you stepped out the car and rounded to the drivers side leaning down to meet Lees eyes through the open window.

“I want you to know I never wanted to take your position, I also know you were dirty when you were sheriff. So let’s make a deal.”

You can see him take in the information you’ve thrown at him during the short car ride, and he subtly nods “what’s the deal?”

“I know you’re not my biggest fan, but we can help each other. So deal is if you follow me we start over and you help me find the last Galindos no matter how dirty it gets.” You paused letting it sink in. “And if you don’t want to, leave me here and drive back to the station and we will never speak again, but I also won’t hold back on arresting your old buddies and we’ll see how fast they throw you under the bus.”

His eyes which you just now noticed were blue narrow at your words. Looks like country boy knows he would go down faster than milk with cookies if they got arrested. Tipping your hat you spin on your heel and head towards the run down farm house, your lips pull up hearing the car door shut behind you as his footfalls rushing to catch up.

“Didn’t think an officer of your caliber would resort to blackmail.” He grunts, as much as he hates that you’re right he also respected you a tiny bit now, lord know what he covered up for Sandy, so he understands the familial bond that you’re doing this for.

“That wasn’t blackmail, blackmail would be leaking those pictures of you on duty with a girl in your patrol car as you unload into a Pepsi cup.”

Now that made Lee pause in his steps, how the hell did she know that, he hasn’t had a girl around since she popped in. “Yeah I’ve been in town a while.” The pair make it to the paint chipped door, the deputy still slightly stunned but jumping back into action as you kicked the door down without so much as a knock first, Well that’s not protocol. The few men in the the house jump up at the sudden intrusion but are quickly pushed back down with a swift kick to the chest from you.

You know who you’re looking for you’ll leave the rest to Lee, grabbing the boy still sat at the table by his hair and yanking him face first on the floor as he yelped, knee pressing down on his back pulling his head back by your grip on his ponytail. “I’m not here for you.” Your snarled leaning down to his ear, throwing down a baggie with the families grower logo that you found outside your family home. “Next time you see the Galindos you tell them there’s a new sheriff in town.” Barley aware of the deputy entering the room you slammed the mans face down, blood already pouring out of his nose and onto the floor, that’s gonna’ stain.

Not casting Lee a glance as you strolled past him and back to the car, him on your heels, he definitely wasn’t expecting that from you. But he’d be a liar if it didn’t turn him on a bit you know what they say, the line between hate and lust is thin. At least that’s how it goes in his head.

He takes the long way back to the station wanting extra time to think how to ask his question. “You really have pictures of me?”

You looked over when you heard his gruff voice. Oh now he want to have a conversation. “I knew I’d need help with my investigation, you willing or not.”

“And how did you know I was dirty and wouldn’t have arrested you for that show back there?”

Did he think you were stupid, there were thousands of signs you just admitted to following him did he think you didn’t see his dealings. “You’re not the first crooked cop I’ve met, you let your ego get ahead of you, you were sloppy the signs were everywhere, plus.” You couldn’t help the smirk from on. “I never gave you the dealers address.”

Lee couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping his mouth, she was smart he’d give her that. “You know I think this is the beginning of a great partnership deputy, perhaps even friends.” You tease him smiling as he huffs and rolls his eyes.

“Don’t call me that!”

“No problem.....deputy.”

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[dwellordream]

“…Catalina, born in the archbishop of Toledo’s palace at Alcalá de Henares on 16 December 1485, was an attentive child who spent much of her childhood in the newly conquered kingdom of Granada alongside her mother. To care for and educate Catalina and her siblings –Juan, Isabel, Juana, and María– Isabel selected members of her own itinerant court who were trained in Latin, religious conduct, and decorous behavior. These women, bound to the queen and her daughters by ties of service and friendship, combined sewing, embroidery, spinning, and weaving with intellectual and cultural pursuits. Andrés de Miranda and Beatriz Galindo supervised the formal education of Isabel’s daughter, but prominent noblewomen shaped the social and cultural education of the infantas.

They were expected to be clever, cultivated and sophisticated but not learned, and to be friends and servants and guides to the cultural norms of life at court. This relationship is not easily defined, with fluid boundaries dependent on personality and experience. Over the course of a lifetime, a noblewoman serving at court could be tutor, mentor, casual friend, close confidante, and as intimate as a favorite sister. The relationship was reciprocal, and not just in terms of monetary compensation. Both sides gained much: the royal family received vital loyal service from noblewomen who, in return met their future husbands from the pool of noblemen in service to the king and infante Juan.

Isabel and Fernando’s children received a rigorous education in an intellectual milieu where literacy was expected and cultural patronage the norm. Household accounts show that Isabel carefully selected and compensated her children’s tutors. Isabel’s servants, Andrés Miranda, a Dominican at the monastery of Santo Domingo (Burgos) and Beatriz Galindo (la Latina, “the Latinist”), were important in educating the children. At age six, Catalina began her studies with the Geraldino brothers. Alessandro accompanied Catalina to England in 1501, served as her confessor, and wrote De eruditione nobelium puellarum (On the Education of Noble Girls, 1501), at Isabel’s request. At age eleven, Catalina owned a breviary. At age twelve she was expected to exercise some discretion and had learned to supervise servants. Her studies included philosophy, literature, and religion, and music (she could play the clavichord and harp).

She could speak French, English, and German in addition to Castilian and Latin, prompting Beatriz Galindo to note that Catalina surpassed her mother in Latin learning. She studied late medieval ideas on virtue, justice, and proper queenly behavior and Christianized versions of Classical philosophy and natural science concerning medical understandings of the differences between the sexes. She would have read, or known of, works that dealt with the education of women such as Juan Rodriquez de la Camara’s El triunfo de las donas (The Triumph of Women, 1443), Alvaro de Luna’s El libro de las virtuosas y claras mugeres (The Book of Virtuous and Famous Women, 1446), Fray Martín Alonso de Córdoba’s Jardín de la nobles doncellas (The Garden of Noble Maidens, 1468), and Francesc Eiximenis’s manual for female instruction, the Carro de las donas (The Carriage of Women, 15th century), that may have been brought to court by Beatriz Galindo.

It is also likely that she read or knew of Juan de Flores’s Grisel and Mirabella, The Slander against Women, and The Defense of Ladies against Slanderers, works in the querelle des femmes genre that were dedicated to an unnamed female reader who may well have been Isabel. Isabel continued to pay annuities to Alessandro Geraldino (“maestro de las ynfantes”) until her death in 1504. The royal account books report expenditures for Catalina from 1478 to 1504 and include books, patronage, philanthropy, alms, as well as clothing and jewelry.

Some of the earliest records that mention Catalina are found in the household accounts of Isabel’s court and date from 1486, just after her birth. They record purchases of fabric for blankets and baby clothes, items for her baptism, shoes, food (honey, silver flatware, and glass cups and the expenses for moving the households of Catalina and her elder sisters Juana and María from Murcia to Valladolid (in 1488) and from Valladolid to Jaén (1489). Álvaro Fernández de Córdova Miralles counted 92 women at Isabel’s court, 61 who served the queen, with thirteen in the household of the infanta María, six for infanta Catalina. The Isabelline court appears to be typical of the age but much smaller than that of later queens, Isabel of Valois (178 women) and Mariana of Austria (over 300 women). Typical also of royal households is a significant number of noblewomen, many of whom were daughters of or married to the highest ranking nobles at court.

…More lowly were Catalina’s attendants –both men and women– caring for clothing, shoes, jewelry, and personal objects (such as books and toys), who were paid between 6,000 and 10,000 annually. What these sums do not show, however, is the marriage gifts (often monetary, but also valuable objects) bestowed by Isabel, which could be substantial and which men at court did not receive. Gentlewomen of modest rank, such as Francisca de Torres, Juana de Porras (called Porricas), and Nieta were paid 10,000, 6,000, and 8,000 maravedís on 20 October 1500. Little is known about these women beyond the fact that they were permanent members of the household. They were paid for expenses they incurred to move Catalina’s household from Ecija to Seville, and the same three were paid the same amounts again on 10 March 1501. Nieta may be just a nickname suggests that she is part of the intimate circle around Catalina but probably not a noblewoman.

At the bottom of the social hierarchy are a few slaves and a female dwarf who was first part of infanta María’s court at Lisbon, then came to Catalina’s court in Spain, and moved with her to England where she was known as the Spanish fool. But these women at court were valued highly and respected. After queen Isabel’s death, king Fernando ordered a final set of annuity payments to be paid to the women who had served in Isabel’s court, among them some of the loftiest and lowliest. On 10 June 1504, Blanca Manrique, Aldara de Portugal, Francisca de Ayala, Isabel (daughter of Costança), Marina Ruiz, and Inés (a slave) received payments of an unspecified amount.”

- Theresa M. Earenfight, “RAISING INFANTA CATALINA DE ARAGÓN TO BE CATHERINE, QUEEN OF ENGLAND.”

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[garbinge]

Minimum Wage

Nestor Oceteva x F!Galindo!Reader

Day 02 these April Prompts: “Minimum Wage”

Summary: You left the Galindo name and life behind, but it always seems to come back after you.  

A/N: Just something short, there’s something so intriguing to me about a Galindo sister who just ~hates~ the family business. 

Word Count: 1.4k words

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Angsty, very angsty. 

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini (Not sure how many individual Mayans fics i’ll have in the future but happy to add anyone to any potential future fics!)

Part 2 

“Come on, can I please drive you home?” Nestor pleaded with you as he stood awkwardly in the middle of the run down diner in his slacks and suit jacket. 

“I told you, that’s not my home.” You said as you passed him with two plates in your hand. 

Carefully, you placed them on the table farthest from the door and asked if they needed anything else, taking out your guest check ready to take notes. After writing down their updated drink order you retreated back behind the counter and poured two more cups of coffee. 

“I have strict orders to not leave until I get you to agree to come home.” Nestor was now a step or two closer to the counter now. 

“Well, you better make yourself comfortable because my shift isn’t over for another 2 hours.” 

Your eyes didn’t even bother to meet him as you said it, but you took one of the coffees you just poured and left it on the third seat from the corner on the diner counter for him before you moved to take more orders. 

The lunch rush died down, with only a few minutes left of your shift, you made your way back to Nestor, pouring him what was probably his 3rd cup of coffee since being here.

“I’m not coming home.” You said as the liquid poured. 

“I know.” Nestor said nodding and not making eye contact with you. 

Your eyes jumped from the mug to his eyes. His hair had grown a little since you last saw him, his grip was firm  around the coffee mug, you took in his outfit fully, you never envisioned Nestor like this, that it would ever get to this point. 

Being Miguel’s younger sister, you grew up with Nestor. While Miquel would hang out with the eldest Oceteva, you would be stuck with the younger, both of the big brothers being forced to bring the younger siblings with them. Over time your relationship evolved from being stuck with Nestor to actually enjoying your time together. You started hanging out more on your own, you invited him over and you’d hang out for hours, sometimes days if your dad was out of town. 

It was sickening to you, to see how much things changed again. Nestor always felt like yours. Not in a possessive way but in a way that only you knew him, his secrets, his flaws, his mannerisms, his favorite things, his pet peeves. That was all information that only you knew, and now there was a whole new set of secrets, of flaws, of mannerisms that Miguel knew and you didn’t. That broke you. 

“Then why are you here?” You asked him genuinely. You believed that he truthfully knew there was no chance he was going to be bringing you home. Because just like he felt like yours for all those ways you knew him, you felt like his for the same reasons. 

You left home the minute you turned 18, similar to how Nestor fled to the Navy, you fled to here. You got a minimum wage job, a few of them, and made it work. You had a decent place, you paid your bills, you changed your name, completely separated yourself from the Galindo business. It came as a shock when you heard Nestor had done the complete opposite as you when he returned from the Navy. You had written him letters, you two talked frequently, and he never mentioned once about his plans for after. He just stopped writing. Then showed up to the diner one night very similarly to how he did now. 

“To see you.” His eyes now met yours. That look, it broke you. It was hard to stare at him and really look at him, it reminded you of everything you could have had, everything that was supposed to be yours but was robbed by his decision to go neck deep into the Galindo Cartel, by your brother who was dragging him in even deeper. 

“Doesn’t it hurt?” Your words left your mouth before you could think. “What’s the point of this, Nestor? I’m not coming home, you’re not leaving. Why put ourselves through this shit.” 

“Because I miss you.” He said without hesitation. 

It sounded like a pick up line, but you knew it wasn’t. Nestor wasn’t going to play a game with you, things were too complicated for that. If he wanted a quick fuck he could get that easily, he wasn’t hard on the eyes, he had access to money if it really was finding itself to be a difficult task but you knew that wasn’t what he was here for. 

“I miss you too.” You closed your eyes before turning and putting the coffee pot back. “But this, this isn’t going to help anyone.” 

“I don’t care about anyone. I care about you.” Nestor had planned this out, he didn’t come here on a whim, it was on Miguel’s orders, yes, but he didn’t come here without thinking through his words. It was something the Nestor you grew up with never did, but Navy Nestor always did. With every letter he sent you, there was thought, intention, the service matured him in a way that your pining over him turned from a childhood crush to the man you wanted to marry. The man you knew would be a good husband. Protective. Funny. Thoughtful. Smart. Aware. But he took all those traits and gave them to Miguel instead. 

“You care about Miguel.” 

“And you don’t?” He retorted back to you. 

“He’s my big brother. Of course I do, but I can’t spend my time worrying about him–caring about him, he made his choice just like I did.” You lifted your hands up in defeat. 

“You work minimum wage at 4 jobs.” Nestor didn’t mean for it to come out harsh but it did, he just meant to put things into perspective for you. And he did. 

“And yet, I’m happier than I ever was then.” Your words also didn’t mean to come out harsh but, it did. 

“You gave up everything.” Nestor phrased it weirdly, it wasn’t so much a statement but it wasn’t so much a question either, somewhere in the middle of both. 

“Yea, you did.” You said staring deep into his eyes. 

It got silent, things got tense while you took a deep breath and kicked off the counter behind you. 

“In another life, maybe we chose each other.” You hoped the statement offered some type of closure, you knew if you didn’t end this now it would never stop. “But in this one, we made our choices clear and we have to live with that.”

Nestor nodded, he stood up from the seat and reached to his back pocket for his wallet. 

You lifted your hand up and shook your head. “On me.” 

Nestor hesitated, it didn’t feel right but he also knew it was barely a dollar worth of coffee so he nodded and turned to exit the diner. The bells from the door jingled as he opened it, the breeze hit you along with the realization of the situation.

“Nes.” You called out his nickname as he turned to look at you. “I wish things were different.” You wanted to leave him with some kind of peace, but deep down you knew it was also for you too. 

“Me too.” He nodded his hand still keeping the door open. “I’ll see you.” 

With that he closed the door, letting his hands fall into his pockets while he retreated to his black escalade that was parked in the lot. 

Your eyes looked down behind the counter, where your duffel bag sat, packed with all the things you needed to start new again. Having your own life where your brother knew where to find you wasn’t ideal anymore, you couldn’t live with one leg still connected to the Galindo family, so you knew this was the best thing moving forward. You’d find new jobs, you already had one lined up, it was a promotion too, not a minimum wage gig but something that paid more and was way more stable with the hours. The life you wished you would have had with him, but you were going to make for yourself at least. 

“No,” You shook your head as you mumbled under your breath. “You won’t.” 

Part 2

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[lauraashley93]

I don’t love you anymore

Part 2:

This is part 2. Don’t worry, there WILL be a part 3 but I just felt this was getting REALLY long and I wanted to continue it so it wasn’t SO much. So, please enjoy part 2 :)

Reader is trying to move on after her and Angel’s break up. But are either of them really truly happy? Will they find there way back to each other?

Warnings: angst? Swearing? Brief Mentions of suicide.

A year.

It’s been 365 days. You don’t know how long a year is until you spend a year missing something, no, someone.

You thought moving would help. You moved back to your aunts house 2,000 plus miles away. Thinking that maybe it would help you move on. It didn’t. You felt there was no closure. Even though Angel had said everything to you, you felt that there was more to it but instead of trying again you ran. You ran and ran and now here you were still just as miserable as you had been because even though it was hell loving him, it was heaven when he WAS loving you and now you were stuck. Not moving forward and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was okay. Was he regretting it? Was he sad? Or was he off to the next one living like you never existed. You pushed that thought from your mind. You didn’t want to think about it. A knock at your door suddenly interrupted your pity party as you looked up.

“y/n?” Are you awake? You aunts soft voice came from behind the door. You sighed. You know you have been worrying her. From being okay one minute to being a drunken mess the next she always seemed to be waiting to see what roller coaster you’d be on.

“Yes, you can come in aunty.” Your voice didn’t have that happy song anymore. Everyone could tell and no one knew how to fix you. Your aunt came in and sat on your bed.

“Y/n, I want to talk to you. Please, don’t be angry but I think it’s time for you to leave. You have been here a year and whatever you’re trying to run from it’s not helping. You need to go back and face whatever it is and close those doors. You are going to drink yourself into a early grave. I love you darling and I’m always here for you but I can’t watch this anymore. You need..

“Stop.” You cut her off. You never opened up to your aunt about what happened. You wanted to shut and lock the door and never speak of it again. Your aunt respected that but apparently you were becoming too much. You couldn’t blame her, honestly, you knew you were a mess and it was only gonna be so long before she grew tired. “I know, I know I’m a lot. But please, don’t give up on me just yet. Please... I just. I gave the wrong person the right piece of me and I’m broken.. I’m, lost. I thought leaving would fix it and I want to tell you I’m fine and I’m over it but I have this HORRIBLE habit of forgiving people when they aren’t even sorry...and I’m still in love with him and if I go back I’ll look for him, I’ll be the pathetic ex trying to crawl back to him and I just.. I can’t. I don’t even know what happened. He just woke up one day and decided he didn’t love me anymore. He finally seen I wasn’t good enough. ”

You start crying as you realize that after all this time that you still love that idiot that ignoring it and hiding it was a mistake and you should have opened up a long time ago. You finally told your aunt what happened from start to finish and she held you as you cried.

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Angels POV

Back in Santo Padre things haven’t been going very well for Angel either. He’s been a walking disaster since you left him. When you left the first two months he wasn’t sober. He drank from the time he woke up until he laid down and if there were anymore tears to cry he would have cried too. Bishop had let it slide knowing he was going through it but after it almost got him and Gilly killed he finally put his foot down.

—-Flashback 2 months after—

“I HAVE FUCKING HAD IT” Bishop slammed his hand down on the templo table and the sudden noise made Angel flinch. All the other Mayans staring at him seeing what his reaction would be.

“I get that you’re going through some shit but damnit Angel you almost got you and Gilly killed and I can’t have that shit happening. You fucked up brother. Face it, get the fuck over it and move on. If you can’t get your shit straight you’re out. I can’t be having you risk our lives over some pussy.”

Angel’s face turned red. He was livid that Bishop would even DARE talk about you like that. Yes, Bishop cared about you but he had to get through to Angel and he couldn’t play around his feelings anymore. Angel stood up with a quickness leaning toward his president anger growing faster with every passing moment.

“Don’t you EVER fucking talk about y/n like that. Or I’ll”

“Or you‘ll what Angel? “ Bishop is standing nose to nose with him obviously not intimidated. Angel needed to realize he needed to get his shit straight and Bishop was gonna make him see that one way or the other.

“You ain’t gonna do shit, Angel. Now sit the fuck down. Go get your dick wet, hit it out in the cage do what you gotta do today but then it’s fucking done. I don’t wanna see or hear about you acting this way anymore.”

Angel glared at him a few seconds before nodding and storming out of templo and heading to his bike. He needed to ride. He needed to get away and think. How dare he. How could he just expect you to get over y/n like that? I mean, sure you did fuck up but if you could have just explained it you were sure she would forgive you.. you hoped she would have forgave you.

Back in the club house Bishop stopped Ez to talk to him.

“Have you had any luck at all?”

Ez sighed. He had been trying for two months to find you or find where you went so he could talk to you to tell you to come back but he came up short every time.

“No, I can’t find anything. I don’t know where she would have went. She didn’t talk family much. All I know is her mom is a junkie and her dad died years ago. There’s no brother’s and the only sister died in a car crash when y/n was 16. The mom has a sister but she’s completely off grid and so I can’t find shit on her. “

Bishop sighed “keep trying. We gotta figure something out.”

—-Present Day—-

It’s been a year and Ez hasn’t stopped trying to find you. He has watched Angel mask his hurt long enough to do shit with the club and then melt back into his depression and drinking when at home. He’s worried about his brother and he’s determined. So he does the only thing he can think of, he reaches out to Emily Galindo. Maybe, just maybe she can find what he needs.

“And what do you suppose I tell Miguel? Huh? That my ex boyfriend needs a favor? You already know how he feels about our past Ez. Even us meeting here” she motions to Felipes shop “is dangerous!”

“I know, Em, I know but I don’t know what else to do! Angel needs her to know. I don’t even know if it will fix anything but he NEEDS this. Can’t you tell him it’s a friend of yours that you have lost contact with? Or something dealing with work??”

Emily sighs. She knows she can’t say no to Ez, especially under the circumstances.

“Fine, I’ll try.”

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—two weeks later—

You’re wiping down the last table at the diner you work at and about to close up for the night. Friday nights are so busy but it’s your favorite because it brings in the most tips. You weren’t sure you were gonna like moving out to the middle of no where but, it had its perks. After talking with your aunt you felt a little better. You still missed Angel but you figured you owed yourself a chance at happiness. You were grabbing your things when you heard your phone vibrate. An unknown number calling. You simply ignored it thinking it was a spam called until it rang again immediately after the first call, the same number popping up. You furrowed your brows and decided to answer it.

“Hello?”

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—back at the club house—

Ez couldn’t believe it. Emily had found a way to get information on your aunt and she called her telling your aunt that you were an old friend. Your aunt was excited. She thought this would help get you out of your funk. She gave Emily the number they had under her husbands name. Ez seemed impressed by that. No wonder he couldn’t find anything with your name attached to it.

He called the number while the club was having a party. Angel was drinking and trying to distract himself with one of vickie’s girls so Ez took this time to step out to make the call holding his breath... he was disappointed when it went to voicemail so he tried one more time his heart stopped when you picked up and he hoped and prayed you would give him enough time to explain.

“Y/n. Please don’t hang up.”

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Your heart stopped. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. How? Why? Was everything okay?? You were trying to find your voice when your heard Ez on the line.

“Y/n are you there?”

You blinked rapidly as you swallowed hard.

“I’m here” Your voice came out in a whisper. You cleared your throat and tried again. “How did you get my number? Why are you calling?”

“Y/n I’ve been trying for a year to find you. I’ve been trying since the day you left.”

You scoffed anger starting to fill you. “YOU? YOU have? Why? Angel obviously isn’t the one trying so why do YOU care?”

“Angel did. He was gone for two weeks riding trying to find where you went. Then when he couldn’t figure it out he came back and has been a depressed drinking mess since. He barely functions.” Ez said rushing through his sentence.

Your heart was being drug all sorts of directions. Part of you was happy that he was just as miserable as you, but you were sad. You never want him to hurt. Then, you were confused. Why? Why did he feel that way? He claimed he didn’t love you so why would he be hurting?

“Why? Why does he care? He made his feelings VERY clear about how he felt about me. I have spent a year hurting, Ez. I have went through all this shit myself. My aunt has watched me drink myself away, had to talk me out of ending my life” your voice broke. You hated to admit how weak it made you sound but you wanted them to know what you had been through because of him.

Ez’s heart was breaking. He knew that it had hurt you but he didn’t realize just how much damage had been done, maybe it was wrong for him to open up an old wound but he had to try.

“Look, I know I have no right. I know I have no idea what you’ve been through but I’m trying to tell you that he lied, y/n. As soon as I left your house I told him how stupid he was and he thought hurting you was gonna keep you safe if you weren’t with him. So much shit was happening with the club and in his mind he was doing the right thing for you but as soon as you left I think he realized saying all that, was wrong. he hated himself. He went right back to the house to tell you but you were gone. He loves you. He needs you.”

You were breaking down. You wanted so bad to believe Ez but you just couldn’t do that again. Even if Angel was lying he broke you, he said things to you that has changed your whole entire world. How are you supposed to come back from that?

“Ez, I, I can’t. It’s taking me a long time to be okay. Trying to live without Angel was like drowning but I just wouldn’t fucking die.. and I’ve finally learned how to breathe through it and here you are, pushing me back under and I can’t, I just. I wouldn’t even know what to say.”

“Y/n, I understand but if you..”

Ez stopped and you were waiting for him to continue..

You heard shuffling and then you heard it.

”y/n? Is that you??”

The voice that brought you to tears. Angel. You felt dizzy. Probably cause you weren’t breathing. Your anxiety was building and you did the only thing you could think of... you hung up.

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—-At the clubhouse—

Ez was listening to you talk and he knew you were about to shut him off. When he said your name he heard Angels voice.

“Ez? Whose name did you just say?” He practically ran toward you. Ez tried to hide the phone and Angel took it from him.

“Y/n? Is that you??” He heard the line click.

His heart shattered. He stood there phone in hand shaking.

“Angel?” Ez stepped toward his brother.

“How long have you been talking to her?” His voice was raspy trying to hold back anger and tears.

“Just today. I have been trying to reach her and that was the first time i have spoken to her.”

Angel nodded and sighed as he shoved the phone back at Ez’s chest and started to walk away.

“Angel! Angel come back man.”

But it was no use Angel kept walking ready to drown himself in alcohol. It had been too long and hearing your voice brought back so many memories. Ez sighed in defeat wondering how far this was gonna set Angel back and hoping he hadn’t caused more damage to his brother or you.

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