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stacie-marie-bloom · 2 years

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GLASS HEARTS: Chapter Seven Nestor Octeva Fanfiction

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Nestor watched as Ruby struggled with her words, how she refused to look at him. He could handle torturing all kinds of people to extract information from them, but he could feel guilt rise into his chest like acid for lying to the redheaded woman before him. His thoughts were starting to cloud and the once sure man was beginning to doubt the choice he had made. Yet it was also too late to turn back, for here Ruby was telling of her past life.

"When I left for college, I vowed to myself to never go back." Laughing slightly at that statement Ruby finally looked Nestor in the eyes. "Forever and never are two short words that represent a significant amount of time in one's life. Any who I broke that promise, ended up returning home when Abel was born and stayed through six years of hell before finally leaving. Probably the only people from that life I keep in contact with are of course my mother, and Happy. Though the latter of the two is more spiritic than consistent." Ruby took a deep breath and looked out the window beside her. It wasn't everything but how was one supposed to expose themselves and all the trauma they endured?

Moments that felt like hours past before one of the two finally broke the silence. "If that life was so difficult, why did you choose to work for the Galindos? Surely you knew what kind of world you were getting yourself into?" Nestor probed.

"Maybe I am just glutton for punishment." Ruby slightly laughed. "I promise none of my old connections would have been a part of what happened. It's been at least four years since I left and all of those bridges were burnt." The redhead got serious again, finally looking at Nestor with pleading eyes. "Nestor, I swear on my life that my past life has nothing to do with Cristobal's kidnapping. I want him found just as much as you." Boldly Ruby reached her hand across the table gently taking the man's hand in front of her. "Please believe me."

The man, in the cartel world known as a mercenary was melting at the simple gesture of holding a woman's hand. Not just any woman, but again he has to remember his position as head of security for the Galindos. Clearing his throat, Nestor removed his hand from Ruby's. "I believe you, just had to confirm and get the story from you. Instead of assuming."

Nestor watched Ruby, how she moved her hand back to her coffee, how the redhead fidgeted with the position of her cup. All he wanted was to reach across the table and hold her hand again. 'What is this woman doing to me?' Nestor thought to himself before looking in Ruby's eyes. The mercenary knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was telling the truth. Even though he did not know her as he wished, Nestor knew she wouldn't lie. What he was itching to know most was her actual relationship with the rough biker.

"How are things at the house? How is Emily?" Ruby so desperately wanted to change the topic. Her heart sank the moment Nestor pulled his hand away, avoiding his gaze and feeling foolish. 'What was I thinking, he probably saw the way Happy kissed me and wants nothing to do with that.' Ruby berated herself for being so bold. She was actually so wrapped up in her own thoughts, she completely missed what Nestor had said.

"Ruby?" Nestor finally stopped talking about the family he and the redheaded woman worked for. The mercenary took notice in the absence of joy in the woman's eyes. This time he was the one to slightly touch the other's hand. Almost instantly Ruby was pulled from her trance and looked at the man before her.

"I'm sorry, I zoned out. Do you mind repeating? Promise I'll pay attention this time." Ruby admitted sheepishly.

"I was just saying how Emily is doing the best that she can with the situation. It's interesting to watch though because she has been more invested in the family business than ever. Are you okay though? I know our conversation about your past must have been difficult but you seem even more out of it than before." Nestor examined Ruby, her eyes were dark and normally that was the only place he would find light.

"Yeah. It's just that talking about everything is practically dejavu, old demons coming back to haunt. I'll be fine I promise." Ruby smiled but Nestor could see right through it. "Are you doing okay Nestor? We've been talking about me and my past but haven't even discussed how you are handling the chaos back home."

She was deflecting, her heart was genuine but he also knew she was deflecting. "I have been alright. Just trying to keep everyone safe, get Cristobal back, and keep Miguel sane." Laughing slightly at the last half of the sentence Nestor continued. "The latter of those though is probably the most difficult."

The small redhead tilted her head to the side observing the man before her, his walls were slowly coming down. His face became softer as he spoke of those he held near to his heart. Ruby saw similarities between the two but they were also vastly different from one another. Both were rough around the edges, with glass hearts surrounded by barbed wire to protect it, though their exterior is sharp, the heart was soft. It is fragile that has been calloused by this world and they have learned to protect it the best way they could. Ruby noticed how they were different from each other as well though. How Happy was always rigid, even around his club. Yet Nestor was a lot more relaxed around the Galindos. Although Nestor would be on high alert while out, when home he was a lot more relaxed.

"Nestor, how did you join Galindo's security team?" Ruby finally spoke after an extended pause.

"Miguel and I grew up together, we were practically brothers. Once we graduated high school I joined the Navy and Miguel left for college. Although we knew he was going to take over the family business someday. When my time in the military was up Mr. Galindo reached out for me to join the security team, then once Miguel took over I was promoted." Nestor paused for only a moment before starting up another conversation.

This went on for sometime, the two having conversations about how they grew up, likes and dislikes. For the first time in the time spent working together they were genuinely getting to know one another on a personal level. It was Nestor's phone ringing that interrupted the two talking. One of the men from the Galindo security team called and by the expression on Nestor's face their time was up.

#happy lowman #galindo cartel #mayans #mayans mc #miguel galindo #emily galindo #nestor oceteva #nestor x oc #sons of anarchy #kurt sutter

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thegirlwhowritesfics · 1 year

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Mastermind

NSFW 18+ - Not smutty but smut implied.

It was one of those rare days in Santo Padre where the cool air reminds you that there are four seasons, the scent of death lingers in the air. The leaves, the soil, the grass, all dying as autumn blows through town, everything tinged brown. The click of her boots echo through the empty park as she slides into the cold metal chair, placing her handbag carefully on the ground she pulls out a smaller bag emptying it on the chess board table.

Her long fingers placing the pieces from their last meeting, satisfied with their placement she leans back, studying the board. Trying to predict his next move. She doesn’t have to wait long, as he slides into his seat, no acknowledgement of her as he slides his next move.

A smirk dances across his lips as he watches her, her skin glowing, she’s always been brighter than anything in this town. He watches as she cocks an eyebrow studying the board. Her tongue darted out, licking her lower lip, before her teeth sank in. He wonders what it would be like to sink his teeth into her delicate lips, would she enjoy it, or would she shed a tear? He doesn’t know which option excites him more.

She finally looks up, his hair is out of his normal braids, his curls cascading around his face, a hint of the wildness that sits just under his skin. Her eyes roam, taking in his wide shoulders and hard chest. His tattoos poking out of his shirt collar and his wrists, she lets her mind wander, wondering just how far down his ink goes. Her fingers hover over her next move, and without a second thought she captures two of his pieces.

A soft laugh escapes his lips, as her eyes meet his dark ones, getting lost in the soft flecks of gold within.

“One of these days I’m going to stop letting you win,” he murmurs.

“You’ve never once let me win,” she retorts.

“No?” he asks, cocking his eyebrow as he makes his next move.

She gazes down at the board, thinking of her next move “why would you?” she asks.

He leans back in his chair stretching his legs out, his jeans brushing up against her stockings, the heat from his body making him shiver.

“Maybe I just want to get back in your good graces,” he smirks.

“There are better ways to get back in my good graces” she states, making her move, her eyes studying his fingers, wondering what they would feel like against her bare skin, skimming across her ribs, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between them.

She can feel the intensity of his gaze, as she looks up meeting his eyes again. His tongue darts out, licking his lower lip, another shiver runs through her.

“You could get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness to start with” she says, moving her final piece into place “Checkmate” she smirks as she packs up the pieces, as he leans back in his chair, smirking at her.

She slides an envelope across the table as she stands, picking her handbag up and slings it over her shoulder. As she starts to walk away his hand snakes out grabbing her arm, she can feel his warmth through the thickness of her coat, his fingers setting her alight.

She looks down at him as he smirks up at her “tell me when and where” he murmurs, his voice tinged with anticipation and desire.

She reaches into her coat pocket pulling out the card she prepared earlier, dropping it into his lap, leaning down as she brushes her lips across his ear.

“Don’t be late,” she whispers, feeling the shiver run through him.

Straightening up, she walks back out of the park, her heels echoing against the concrete, his eyes burning into her from behind.

Once she’s out of sight he picks up the card she dropped, heavy paper, embossed with gold detailing only an address with a date and time, neatly typed.

He smirks down at the card “checkmate” he mutters to himself as he collects the envelope off the table and heads out of the park himself.

#mayans mc #mayansfx #nestor oceteva #nestor oceteva x oc #nestor oceteva x y/n #nestor oceteva x reader #mayans mc fanfic #fan fic #mayans mc fan fiction #i wrote this

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garbinge · 1 year

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Cynalena ‘Cyn’ Reyes

The youngest Reyes sibling.

“I stopped being a child the minute you got locked up, actually no, from the day mom died. You and Angel made sure of that.”

#OC Cyn #OC Cynalena Reyes #OC Cynalena #Mayans MC #Mayans FX #mayans fanfic #Mayans mc fanfic #Angel Reyes #EZ Reyes #Reyes Sibling #Reyes Sister #Angel x OC #EZ x OC #angel reyes x oc #ez reyes x oc #ezekiel reyes #ezekiel reyes x oc #nestor oceteva x oc #nestor oceteva

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tophatstintin · 17 days

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I can't animate, lol, so take this

I'll probably animate this better in 2027 lmao

#haddotin #the adventures of tintin #tintin #archibald haddock #captain haddock #professor calculus #alcazar #bianca castafiore #Nestor #Chang #Thompson and tompson #tintin x haddock #oc

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lil-writer-523 · 2 months

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Boxer! Ethan Nestor x Ballerina! OC?

An AU where Ethan is a Boxer (because Creator Clash 2 had me hyped as hell) and the OC is a Ballerina. The two have a meet-cute at a cafe, perhaps?? I just wanna see them take care of each other after long days of training.

The Moodboard/Collage took me 30 minutes using Picsart, and I don't really regret it. Might write this out. Who knows?

#ethan nestor x reader #ethan nestor x oc #ethan nestor #crankgameplays x reader #crankgameplays #tho he's not crankgameplays anymore #boxer x ballerina #boxer #ballerina #cafe meet-cute #PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE ME THE MOTIVATION TO WRITE THIS

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superhoeva-archived · 2 years

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❜ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐒 ❛

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Angel Reyes x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC), Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC), Miguel Galindo x Gabriella Adéline Carter (Black!Female!OC)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 27.1k

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: August 13, 2022

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 15/? (eleven chapters, four drabbles)

𝐊𝐄𝐘

† - nsfw

∞ - author favorite

✎ - director’s cut

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨/𝐎𝐜” (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟏)

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐬𝐦, 𝟐.𝟖𝐤 - During a run-of-the-mill drop, the Mayans and Gabriella are gifted with an unpleasant surprise.

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨, 𝟐.𝟗𝐤 - The Mayans and Gabriella have a tense meeting with Miguel Galindo. Ezekiel finds himself with a newfound crush. ∞

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝟐.𝟖𝐤 - Alvarez finally makes it to Santo Padre, and Ezekiel and Gabriella connect a little more.

𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝟐.𝟗𝐤 - Gabriella deals with how much someone from her past has changed, and Miguel holds a rather bloody event in his pew.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝟑.𝟖𝐤 - Ezekiel’s cousin KJ pays him a unexpected visit. Angel and Gabriella bring the prospect in on their secret affairs.

“𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐃𝐳𝐞𝐜” (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟐)

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭, 𝟑.𝟐𝐤 - The MC goes on the search for some answers on a new possible threat.

𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝟐.𝟕𝐤 - The Rebels go through with their plan, leaving Miguel to turn to the Mayans for some much needed help.

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝟐.𝟒𝐤 - In the search for his son’s whereabouts, Miguel’s rage boils over.

"𝐁𝐮𝐡𝐨/𝐌𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧" (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟑)

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟑.𝟎𝐤 - Gabriella’s lying rubs a certain someone the wrong way. KJ makes a surprise visit. The Mayans set up a meeting at the San Buho Casino.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟎.𝟗𝐤 - KJ makes his rounds.

𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝟏.𝟓𝐤 - The Mayans head to the San Buho Casino.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝟎.𝟐𝐊) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐬𝐦

☄. *. ⋆ A little glimpse into Ezekiel’s head when he meets Gabriella.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝟎.𝟐𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

☄. *. ⋆ Marcus and Gabriella mourn together.

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝟎.𝟔𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

☄. *. ⋆ Gabriella meets Miguel.

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝟎.𝟖𝐤) || 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

☄. *. ⋆ Gabriella confronts Miguel.

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀/𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒 ✧.*

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞™ || 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞™ || 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞™ || 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞™ || 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋'𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞™ || 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈™ || 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚™ || 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞™

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 || 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 || 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒/𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐓𝐀𝐆

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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My Treat

Nestor Oceteva x OFC (Jessica Thomas)

Series of one-shots inspired by this anon request: Can I please request a fic where Emily’s super innocent cousin moves in with the Gallindo’s and Nestor immediately falls for her? But she’s new to the area and doesn’t speak any Spanish or anything like that and he offers to teach her? Thank you!

Warnings: 18+, language, Nestor having an inkling of an emotion

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Just some low-stakes fluffiness for these two absolute goobers. I love them so much. 🥰 (For other Nestor x Jessica stories go Here)

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Nestor was trying to figure out whether or not he was enjoying himself as he and Jessica walked through the plaza together. She had shopping bags hung in the crook of her elbow, gawking at all the shops they passed by. He kept his head on a swivel the way that he always did, but whenever he took the time to really look at and focus on her, there was always a smile on her face as she talked. Nestor wondered if she was always this chatty, or if it was just because he was a new person to her.

“You know,” she looked over at him, “if you feel like contributing to this conversation at any point, please feel free,” she laughed, her grin only growing wider when Nestor turned to her with raised eyebrows, “You’ll get sick of my voice eventually, Nestor, and that’s okay. I talk a lot.”

He didn’t say anything in response, just giving a small nod as they continued down the block towards the next place she wanted to go. She got distracted from her original mission when she caught a glimpse of a small café across the block. Stopping in her tracks, she grabbed onto the back of Nestor’s arm to get his attention.

The contact put him on-edge, not used to casual touch. He whipped to look at Jessica, only to find her excitedly staring at the small coffee shop that was less than one hundred yards away. She looked up at him, beaming with excitement, “Coffee?”

“You want coffee?” he didn’t care either way, but if she wanted to go, he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to talk her out of it.

“I always want coffee. Come on,” she started walking, hand falling back to her side as she did.

Nestor easily caught up to her, silently falling into stride next to her. Despite the fact that she was shorter than him, Nestor almost had to work to keep up with her fast pace. He wondered if she was able to move so fast because of all the caffeine she apparently consumed in a day.

The two of them found their way to the back of the relatively short line to place an order. Jessica looked over the menu. Despite the fact that it was in Spanish, she knew most of the important words, a lot of them very similar if not the same to their English counterparts. At some point she was going to have to reckon with the fact that she didn’t know Spanish, but it wasn’t that moment.

She turned to ask Nestor if he wanted anything, and saw him looking down at his phone screen with a pensive look on his face. He was about to hit the accept button when she asked, “Before I lose you—what do you want?”

He shook his head, muttering out a quick, “Doesn’t matter,” before answering the phone, “Yea, Mikey?”

She couldn’t stop her eyebrows from lifting at the greeting. She knew that she was going to be inquiring about that later. She watched him silently, listening as he spoke quickly and quietly, switching over to Spanish once he felt her staring at him.

Pulling the phone away from his ear for a second, he spoke to Jessica, “I gotta take this.”

“Pick something to order before you go, or I’m gonna pick for you.”

“Told you,” he was already walking away, “Doesn’t matter.”

“Psychopath,” she shook her head as she muttered under her breath, not understanding how someone could play Russian roulette with a coffee order like that. It definitely mattered.

When she walked back out of the café and onto the sidewalk, Nestor was just hanging up his cellphone and tucking it back into his pocket. Looking up, he almost looked surprised that she had gotten their order that quickly. What was more surprising to him, though, was the drink choice. He didn’t know what exactly it was, but never in his life had he drank anything that had whipped cream on top.

Jessica saw the slight shift in his expression and immediately burst into laughter, “Told you that I was gonna choose for you!” she handed him his cup, “I asked what her recommendation was for something really sweet and very caffeinated.”

“Her?” Nestor was inspecting the cup.

“The barista! I always do that when I try someplace new,” she took a long sip through her straw, “I think I might be in love with her, because this is so good. Did you know they make their own coffee syrups and stuff there?” she could tell that Nestor was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the way that she operated, switching gears just slightly, she said, “Don’t worry, I asked them to put less sugar in yours. You seem like a hot, black coffee kind of guy so I tried to be a little nice.”

“Couldn’t just get me a hot, black coffee?”

“You couldn’t have just asked me to get you a hot, black coffee?” she paused, keenly aware that he hadn’t taken a sip yet, “Try it! If you don’t like it, I’ll go back in and get you something boring. Promise.”

His lips flattened into a thin line at the sarcasm, but he tried the drink nonetheless. He was fully expecting to hate it, but much to his surprise it was really good. He wasn’t going to ask for the name of it, knowing that he wasn’t going to start becoming the kind of man who rattled off a long, complicated coffee order, but he wasn’t upset about having to finish the drink in his hand.

A triumphant smile spread across Jessica’s face when Nestor didn’t immediately look disgusted, “Ha! Look at you, growing already,” she started walking back towards the shops again, “I think I’m good for you, Nestor. We should hang out more often.”

Multiple times throughout the day, Nestor had to remind himself that he wasn’t there because Jessica was in danger. It wasn’t really about protecting her from anyone trying to get her. If anything, the only people he was trying to protect her from were the people she was living with, himself included. He didn’t allow himself too much time to ruminate on that. His role for that day was simply to keep her company and make sure she was having a good time. He couldn’t help but to think that it would take an awful lot for someone like Jessica to have a bad time.

She hadn’t been lying when she said that she talked a lot. Nestor thought that for sure at some point, she was going to run out of things to talk about. It wasn’t that there were never any bouts of silence between them, but she just always seemed to be able to conjure up another topic of conversation. Something around her always sparked another story, another tangent, or another question that Nestor did his best to answer while giving as little information as possible.

He was trailing behind her as she strolled through the bookstore. She was plucking books off the shelves, reading the back and inside covers of whatever jumped out at her. Every now and then, she’d even read the first page or so of the story if it piqued her interest enough. Nestor watched, seeing the way she would instant become invested for a couple minutes before sliding the book back onto the shelf. She typed the titles of a few into the notes on her phone, planning on going back and buying them when she was in her own place again.

“So,” she started as she put another book back on the shelf, “I’ve gotta ask, what’s with the Mikey thing?”

Nestor was idly messing with the straw in his drink that was nearly finished, stopping when he registered the question, “What?”

“You called Miguel Mikey earlier,” she rounded the corner into the next aisle of books, “I just, I don’t know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard that nickname for him before. I’ve only ever heard people call him Miguel.”

No one had ever asked him that. Anyone who had met Nestor in recent history, met him under work circumstances, and they knew better than to really question anything that he and Miguel said or did. But she wouldn’t know that.

He thought about his response for a moment, “That’s just what we always called him.”

“We?” she poked her head back around the corner.

He inwardly cursed himself for opening that can of worms, “Yea, me and my brother.”

“Oh,” more questions were on the tip of her tongue, but she saw the way that Nestor recoiled a bit after his statement, and she let it lie. Rather than prying, she shrugged and gave him a smile, “Cool,” when he joined her in the next aisle over, she continued, “If you can call him Mikey, then calling me Jess shouldn’t be a problem at all.”

“I haven’t—”

She cut off his protest with a laugh and a wave of her hand, “You haven’t called me ma’am. You haven’t called me anything. Don’t think I didn’t notice. I know that trick! I use it all the time when I forget people’s names,” she opened another book, “But I know that you didn’t forget mine.”

Nestor watched as she read the book in her hand, one finger trailing underneath whatever line she was currently reading. He felt his lips fighting to tug up into a smile and stopped himself, shaking his head before walking into the next aisle over, granting himself some distance.

As they exited the bookstore, Jessica pulled her phone out of her pocket. After responding to a few missed texts, she checked the time. She looked over at Nestor, who was scanning the area around them. She wondered if he ever stopped, if he was even capable of it. This was the most low-brow day that she’d had in a long time and she had to assume that that was also the case for him, and yet he was still constantly on the lookout.

“Lunch?” she broke his train of thought.

“What?”

She laughed, “You eat, right? Wanna do lunch? Or do you have to get back?”

He shrugged, “Whatever you want to do.”

“Know any good little spots around here? My treat,” she gave him a cheesy grin.

He wanted to go home, but he also knew that she didn’t want to. And the whole point was staying with her and letting her do what she wanted to do. So instead of recommending going home, he nodded towards the main street.

“Good spot a few blocks that way.”

She beamed, “Great! I’m starving.”

Jessica let Nestor lead the way, falling into stride beside them as they made their way down the sidewalk. She wanted to ask about where they were going, but she had the feeling that she was going to be met with a response somewhere along the lines of, “You’ll see when we get there,” so she refrained. She was very curious, though, to see what kind of place Nestor liked going to, what kind of place he thought that she would enjoy too.

The farther they strayed from the main drag of shops and stores, the quieter things got, not that it was an overly loud town anyway. It was a nice change of pace for her, something that she could get used to. She was looking around, watching the way the types of stores began to change as they got a block or so away from the plaza.

She was looking across the street, completely in her own little world when she felt her shoulder bump into someone else’s. Turning, she was already offering an apology before she even saw who she had bumped into.

Resting her hand on the older gentleman’s shoulder, she gave him an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry—was too busy gawking at everything. Are you alright?”

His smile was soft, kind as he shook his head, brushing his hands off on his apron, “It’s alright.”

“Okay,” she did her best to shake the mild embarrassment from her mind, “Sorry, have a nice day.”

“You too,” he nodded, but when his eyes shifted over to Nestor, there was a change in his expression. It was slight, but still noticeable.

Jessica looked over at the man that she was walking with, seeing the way that he’d tensed up a little bit as well. Neither of the men said anything to each other one way or the other, and she didn’t know how to take that. Clearly they weren’t strangers. Her eyes found their way to the sign above the store. Her brows furrowed in thought as she read it. Carnicería Reyes. She wondered what tension there could possibly be between Nestor and this man who worked at the butcher shop. It seemed like another thing he didn’t want to talk about, though, as they continued their walk down the block.

“Okay,” Jessica set the menu down on the table, propping her elbows on the table and interlocking her fingers so she could rest her chin on them, “two things. One, this place is very cozy and I’m surprised that you do cozy,” she laughed, hesitating before she continued, “And two, if I tell you something, you need to promise not to give me shit about it.”

He lifted his eyes from the menu in front of him, not that he really had to look at it. He already knew what he was going to get but it was better than just sitting there and staring at the woman sitting across from him. His eyebrows raised just the slightest bit, “Yea?”

“I don’t know, like, any Spanish,” heat rushed to her face and she fought the urge to bury it in her hands, “I know a few words. But if I got stranded in the middle of town or something and couldn’t find someone who was fluent in English, I’d be fucked,” nervous laughter spilled from lips.

He leaned back in his chair, studying her face, “You don’t know Spanish?”

“No,” she shook her head, “I never really thought about it until I got the job offer down here. There has never been a time in my life that I regretted taking French in high school more than when I decided to move down here.”

“You don’t know anything?” it was difficult to wrap his head around, spending so much time around and over the border, everyone knew Spanish. A lot of the people he was close with were more fluent in Spanish than they were in English.

“Alright, I’m not an idiot,” she laughed with a shake of her head, “You don’t have to say it like that. I can use, you know, I can use context clues. There are similarities with some words across languages and all that stuff. But, yea, I’ve never really learned Spanish.”

“You should,” he paused as the waitress set waters down for each of them, asking her for an extra couple of minutes when she asked if they were ready to order. Returning his attention to Jessica, he said, “Emily didn’t mention that maybe it would be good to learn before you moved down here?”

“This all came together kinda fast,” she admitted sheepishly, heat creeping up into her cheeks again, “Hence me having to stay with them in the first place. Rosetta Stone wasn’t really on my supply list.”

“Hm,” his lips twitched as he thought about everything she’d just said.

Jessica watched him, keenly aware that this was the most he’d spoken all day, seemingly the easiest it had been for him to talk to her, too. Figuring the worst he could do is say no, she asked, “Wanna add Spanish tutor to your resume along with tour guide?” she punctuated her statement with a laugh, letting him know that if he didn’t want to, she wasn’t going to make a big deal about it.

“Well,” he closed his menu, leaving it on the table, “you gotta learn it if you’re gonna stay here and do…” his voice trailed off, realizing that no one had mentioned to him what Jessica’s new job was going to be.

She laughed, seeing that he didn’t know, “I’m starting at a small law firm next week.”

“Lawyer?”

She nodded, “Yea.”

“Then you really need to learn some fuckin’ Spanish,” he laughed.

Jessica’s eyes widened at the sound. She wasn’t sure if laughter was something that he was even capable of. She tried to tone down her expression, not wanting to make the situation uncomfortable, “So is that a yes on the tutoring thing?”

“You can’t not know it.”

She smiled, giving a small nod before letting her eyes drop back to the menu. It was as much of a confirmation as she needed. A small laugh slipped past her lips, “First thing you can do is help me with this goddamn menu.”

Lunch was quiet, but comfortably so. Jessica couldn’t talk while she was eating, and it wasn’t like Nestor was dying to turn into a chatterbox. Every now and then between bites or sips she would ask a question or make a comment, but nothing ever dragged on. She wasn’t expecting it to feel as comfortable as it did. She did tell him that he had a good choice in restaurants, though, and she was totally planning on coming back again, with or without him. Nestor fought the urge to make a joke about her not being able to order without his help, but he wondered if it was a little too soon for that.

The waitress came and set the check down in the middle of the table, smiling at each of them before turning and walking away. Jessica reached for it, but Nestor snatched it up before she could. She laughed, shaking her head as she tried to reach across the table and take it from him.

“I said it’d be my treat!”

He shook his head, sliding his card into the check holder, “You got coffee.”

“I forced you into that,” she smiled.

“I got it. Next one’s on you.”

“Next one?” she gnawed at her bottom lip as she tried to contain her grin.

One end of his mouth fought to lift into a smile, “Yea, next one,” he paused, looking at her from across the table, “Lessons, right?”

She chuckled, nodding “Right.”

#mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans fx #mayans mc imagine #nestor oceteva #nestor oceteva imagine #nestor oceteva x oc #nestor oceteva fanfic #oc jess #oc jessica thomas #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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zaenight · 2 years

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STORY MASTERLIST

Masterlist 2

MEET MY OC'S

ALL MY FANFICS CAN BE FOUND HERE

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Wattpad : zae-night

a03 : zae_night

tiktok : zaenighteditz

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HIS DOWN BITCH , HER CHOLO (COMPLETED)

ch1 ch5 ch9

Ch2 Ch6 ch10

ch3 ch7 ch11

ch4 ch8 ch12

HIS GIRL // JOSÉ MARQUEZ (COMPLETED)

ch1 ch7

ch2 ch8

ch3 ch9

ch4 ch10

ch5 ch11

ch6 ch12

MAMA DIDN'T RAISE NO BITCHES // Ez reyes x oc , Nestor octeva x oc

ACT 1

ch1

ch2

ch3

ch4

Crazy but she's mine // Ez reyes x Oc(COMPLETED)

ch1 ch5 ch9. ch13 ch17 ch21

ch2 ch6 ch10 ch14 ch18 ch22

ch3 ch7. ch11 ch15 ch19 ch23

ch4 Ch8. ch12 ch16 ch20 ch24

The dragon and her knight // Bellamy blake

ACT 1

ch1(263 yrs ago)

ch2. ch7 ch12

ch3. ch8. ch13

ch4. ch9. ch14

ch5. ch10. ch15

ch6. ch11

WANHEDA COMMANDER OF DEATH // BRANDON CARVER

Act1 | Act2 | act3

ch1. | ch1 | ch1

ch2. | ch2 | ch2

ch3. | ch3 | ch3

ch4 | ch4 | ch4

ch5 | ch5 |

ch6 | ch6 |

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READ ALL ABOUT IT // BROOKE DAVIS(ONE TREE HILL FIC)

act 1

Ch1

ch2

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cecilebutcher · 4 months

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「♭𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐎𝐥𝐲𝗺𝐩𝐢𝐚♭」

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!!Likes do nothing, Reblog instead!!

Tw: death, adultery(Aka cheating)

Daria is part of my twst x Greek mythology oc series. I highly encourage you to check it out^^

⊱Bᴀsɪᴄs⊰

Name: Daria Olympia

Age:18

Date of birth: July 1

Zodiac sign: Cancer

Hight:200cm

Dorm: Rosantée (a beautiful dorm made by @midnightmah07 & @viilpstick )

Class: 3A

Place of birth:

Mother: —

Father: Aegaeon Olympia (48)

Step mother: Eileen Olympia (50)

Brother: Lex Olympia (19)

Brother: Seraphim Olympia(19)

Sister: Cinda Olympia (17)

Brother: Cyrus Olympia (17)

Brother: Nestor Olympia (16)

Sibling: Aison Olympia (16)

Sister: Xena Olympia (6)

Dominant hand: both

Based off: Athena (Greek mythology)

Sexuality: on the Aroace spectrum, pansexual.

⊱Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ⊰

Daria is a 200cm teenager with olive skin with Cappuccino colored hair and grey eyes. Her hair is long thick and wavy that she usually has styled in a ponytail. She has tons of Beaty marks all over her body, the most noticeable ones being the ones on her face. She, surprisingly, has a lot of muscle on her body and tons of scars. She has a white tattoo on her neck that reaches down to her back.

⊱Vᴏɪᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ⊰

Maki (jjk dub)

⊱Cʟᴜʙ⊰

Debate club

⊱Bᴇsᴛ Sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ⊰

History of magic. Conjuration

⊱Hᴏʙʙʏ⊰

Spear fighting. Martial arts. Hand to hand combat. Debating. Puzzles. Mind sports. Boxing. Reading.

⊱Bᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ⊰

Daria is one of 8 children to Aegaeon Olympia, a successful and extremely rich businessman who owns many companies. She’s the third eldest after her two twin brothers, Lex and Seraphim. Her mother died a few hours after giving birth to her. So she grew up with her father, brother and step mother, who wasn’t too found of her. While she shares the same father with all her siblings, she doesn’t share the same mother.

She’s closest to her younger brother, Nestor, as they both have a loving for travel and competition. But she’s also extremely close with her two sisters, Xena and Selena, as they are the only other girls in the house. As she grew up she also started getting closer to her step mother, while she used to hate her, blaming her for not being able to have both her parents, she now understands her and has a lot of respect for the lady for keeping to deal with her father.

⊱Sᴘᴇᴀᴄɪᴀʟ Mᴀɢɪᴄ⊰

-:Warrior of the mind:-

The ability to creat illusions that can be used for anything. Most of the time these illusions are used to map things out, like plans.

⊱Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs Oɴ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs⊰

𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎: I’ve yet to meet Rosehearts, but I heard he can be a bit, how do I say, um, bossy. And that just won’t work with me. I don’t like being told what to do.

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚢: I don’t know much about him in all honesty. So I have no opinion of him.

𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊: Ugh, I’ve met him once in my life. Never. Again. Honestly he’s just, ugh. I can’t believe I can’t find the word to describe how annoying and just, I hate him to say the least.

𝚁𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚎: I have no opinion on him other than the fact that I feel sorry that he has to deal with Kingscholar.

𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖: Ah, the Al-Asim heir. He’s quite nice, and is friends with my youngest sister. I like him in all honesty.

𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕: Viper is, well, interesting, to say the least. I like hearing his thoughts sometimes. He’s a bit uptight but I can rely on him if it ever came to it. And, I won’t lie, He’s quite beautiful and charming.

𝙰𝚣𝚞𝚕: I’ve never met Ashengrotto before, therefore I have no opinion on him. Next.

𝙹𝚊𝚍𝚎: I met him and his brother once a long, long, time ago. And that was too much for me in all honesty. I’ll simply stick with my idiotic siblings.

𝚅𝚒𝚕: Shoenheit is quite talented, I enjoy his movies quite a lot. He always has a way to make the characters come to life, and as my brother’s girlfriend noted, he’s quite pretty.

𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚔: Hunt is, a lot, to say the least. I personally have no interest in the man, but my younger sister seems to find his company nice.

𝙸𝚍𝚒𝚊: Ah, my idiotic Cousin. Honestly the whole situation he made in night Raven college a few months back is just embarrassing.

𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚜: His highness is someone who I highly respect. Nothing more to say to be honest.

𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊: Ah, I’ve met him once, he seems…… interesting to say the least. My younger brother seems to like him though.

𝙽𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚎: He’s a bit too naive for me. Sees the world as black and white, not my favorite person, or even in the top ten to be honest.

⊱Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ⊰

Positive traits: Smart, intelligent, clever, wise, Responsible, Reliable, Brave, strong, Confident, Independent, Loyal, Dedicated, Hard-working, Careful, Ambitious, Organized, Mature, Trustworthy, Talented, gifted, Stable, Punctual, Self-confident, Witty, Cooperative.

Negative traits: rude, power-hungry, Argumentative, Bossy, Possessive, Jealous, envious, Arrogant, Dangerous, Cold, Cunning, Petty, Self interested.

Neutral traits: Quiet, Calm, Honest, Sarcastic, Antisocial, Strict, Stubborn, Reserved, Serious.

⊱Fᴜɴ Fᴀᴄᴛs⊰

Is the smartest one of her siblings and was supposed to skin four years in school but decided against it.

While she’s not a very feminine girl, she still likes dressing up with her sisters.

She’s seen as the level headed one of the family.

She love sports, but adores strategy games.

She won countless competitions, some are chess, boxing, martial arts and even fencing.

She has an owl familiar that’s always near, maybe not in sight but it’s there.

Is cousins with Idia, and lowkey is done with his shit.

Is the designated babysitter(with Cyrus)

And I’m not talking about babysitting her youngest sister, Xena, I’m talking about babysitting her other siblings, even the ones older then her.

Has tons of scars around her body.

Had a white tattoo that starts from her neck and ends at her back.

Does not get along with Lex’s girlfriend, Lillian.

But they have mutual respect with each other and she’ll help her out if she really needed it.

Her closet if filled with classy clothes and suits.

She shares a room with Selena that’s just fillies with closets. It just has their clothes shoes and bags.

She doesn’t go shopping, Cyrus and Lillian just buy her clothes she likes.

↗continuing this point, if she does do her own shopping, Eileen and Selena are shopping with her online.

Captain of RSA’s debate club.

Was supposed to join the spell drive team but decided against it.

Is extremely close to one of her cousins, and thinks he’s the biggest pain in her ass, lovingly.

Her favorite nrc student is Jamil, and she sympathizes with his situation.

Speaking of Jamil, he has the biggest crush on her ever.

She know this, but decides to act like she doesn’t know since she doesn’t like him like that(maybe a bit, but not enough for a relationship)

comments are more than appreciated. but reblogs help the content reach more people so please reblog if you want to like<3 likes do nothing. Seriously, don’t like, reblog.

Go check out the dorm made by @midnightmah07 and @viilpstick it’s super cool. And special thanks to Jorge Rivera-Herrans for Epic the musical cause I could not have figured most shit out without the playlist blasting in my ear😭

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #❦cece #twst x Greek mythology

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months

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What I've Been Working On This Week: 4/11/23

Montana: Cowboy!Terry x Reader - Terry tries not to think about you (Holiday Bingo: Holiday Cards)

The Fight Before Christmas: Sam Abrams x Reader - You and Sam get into it when he discovers you've been keeping a secret. (Holiday Bingo: The Fight Before Christmas)

Stockton! Series Part One: El Cuchillo - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - You have a run in with Ramos from Stockton that has some unforseen consquences.

Stockton! Series Part Two: Always - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - Bishop keeps an eye on you until Nestor arrives.

Stockton! Series Part Three: In the Dark - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - You awake in the night to find intruders in your home.

Stockton! Series Part Four: Sierra - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Marcus Alvarez) - The feud with Ramos runs deeper than you know.

Stockton! Series Part Five: Maternal - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - You're reminded of the importance of family in the aftermath of the home invasion.

Stockton! Series Part Six: Times Are Changing - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Marcus Alvarez & Bishop Losa) - The events with Stockton lead Marcus and Bishop to discuss a change of rules for the club.

Fireworks: Taza Romero x OC: Ben Harrison - Taza finds out the reason Ben doesn't like fireworks. (Holiday Bingo: New Years)

Traditions: Angel Reyes x Reader - Angel goes a little crazy when it comes to Valeria's first Christmas. (Holiday Bingo: Decorations)

Special Delivery: Tig Trager x Reader - Tig's babymoon doesn't go as expected. (Holiday Bingo: Winter Cabin)

Gingerbread: Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop helps out in the midst of a crisis. (Holiday Bingo: Baking)

Heaven In Hiding: Mike Duarte x Reader - You discover Mike hiding out in the copier room during the office party. (Holiday Bingo: Holiday Party)

Home Alone: Priest!Joe x Reader - You surprise Father Jose on Christmas Day. (Holiday Bingo: Spending Christmas Alone)

Past Mistakes Part Twenty Two: Perfect - Mike Duarte x Reader - Joe gets a postcard and a very special invitation. (Final Part)

Syria!Series Part Four: The Bullet, The Bottle or This... - Beau Simpson x Reader - Beau faces up to his current reality.

This is the Year - Juan 'Juice' Ortiz x Reader - Juice decides to take his New Year's resolution seriously. (Holiday Bingo: Resolutions)

Candy Cane - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader - Chibs get distracted whilst helping you wrap. (Holiday Bingo: Flannel PJs)

Underneath It All (NSFW) - Riz x Reader x OC - Riz and you give comfort to a friend in their time of need.

#terry bruno #michael riz ariza #mike duarte #joe velasco #bishop losa #sam abrams #nestor oceteva #chibs telford #juice ortiz #tig trager #beau simpson #angel reyes #taza romero

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fir3ylolol · 6 months

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.⭒☆━━━✰━━━☆⭒. blog rulez

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: masterlist

works in progress ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

ask box: open! :D

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: what i'll write

☾ scenarios/one shots (max. 2 characters per ask)

☾ headcanons (max. 3 characters per ask)

☾ reader x character (gn/female only)

☾ smut

☾ fluff

☾ angst (sometimes)

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: what i wont

☾ shaming/hate speech against any group

☾ incest

☾ rape/noncon

☾ OCs

☾ pedophilia/anything involving minors

☾ gross bodily fluids

☾ certain mental/physical disabilities/disorders, as i dont feel i would be able to accurately write them

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: fandoms i'll write for

☾ Mortal Kombat 11/1

☾ Jujutsu Kaisen

☾ Team Starkid

☾ Youtubers (Markiplier, Ethan Nestor, Smosh)

☾ FNaF (movie AND games, no animatronics)

☾ more to be added!

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: general info

☾ i may still write for a fandom/character not listed

☾ my blog is a safe space for all

☾ feel free to DM me! i may not respond quickly, but i always like talking to yall :)

☾ i have the right to deny/not answer any ask

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Ah! Ok so hi Rosie!! For the Valentine ask can I get my lovely boy Cyrus with Sumeragi, And let’s go with the subtle love ask with number 20 and perhaps accidental affection with ❅.

Have fun with this and take your time babes <3

(Also I noticed that if these two were to genuinely get together they would be the black cat x golden retriever duo😭)

Hi Cece!! You have sent, and I shall deliver ‼️‼️🕊️‼️🕊️🕊️‼️‼️

Watercolor Eyes

(Central) Characters Featured: Cyrus Olympia, Sumeragi Yuuta

↳ { Cyrus belongs to @/cecilebutcher • @/twst-stupid-ocs }

Others mentioned/featured: Dire Crowley

Pairing: Queerplatonic! Cyrus Olympia & Sumeragi Yuuta

Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌

↳ Type: Requested Oneshot! 「 Prompt 20 — “Stopping themselves from messaging the other too often” • ❅ — “My muse cuddling up to yours” 」

Synopsis: Cyrus can't seem to stop spending time with Yuuta, let alone stop messaging him!... Even during moments when Yuuta's right next to him.

Warning(s): Ambiguous relationship between Cyrus and Yuuta (interpret it however you will), black cat x golden retriever™, Yuuta's a bitch but what else is new, Crowley mentions 😨, potentially ooc, mostly based on that lyric of ‘Dear Arkansas Daughter’

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

[ Reblogs > Likes ]

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Cyrus had heard a lot about Yuuta from Nestor, most of which were negative.

One of the more notable things Cyrus had heard about the anomalistic prefect of Ramshackle dormitory was that he wasn't of this world— and in his own, joking way, Cyrus could see that in the way Yuuta presented himself.

They weren't doing much while they were lounging on his bed; Both of them doing their own thing while still vaguely acknowledging the presence of the other once every 15 minutes, or so.

Yuuta sat against the headboard, legs straight and folded over the other while he focused his attention on taking notes for his next alchemy ‘reduction exam’.

Cyrus on the other hand was busy scrolling through his phone, calmly listening to his own music in the process.

After another long moment of continuous yet calming silence, Yuuta lightly tapped Cyrus’ shoulder. “Cy.”

Cyrus turned to Yuuta, cocking his head to the side at what the latter decided was a precarious angle. “What?”

“How the hell do you work around this formula?” Yuuta motioned to one of the formulas in his textbook.

Cyrus let out an “Ah”, scooting somewhat closer to give Yuuta a more thorough elaboration on how to go about that particular poison formula.

It was almost outrageous and concerning how good Cyrus was at poison-making. Then again, Yuuta's faced classmates and the occasional student from a rival academy with even stranger hobbies and talents.

Back to the point, however, Cyrus couldn't help but sneak a glance at the prefect once every hundred seconds during his elaboration.

He couldn't even scold himself for not focusing enough.

Yuuta was unironically attractive to Cyrus; His dark brown hair styled in a ponytail quite similar to his own, his seemingly 1920s-inspired way of dress— even when, at times, Yuuta wore the kind of revealing outfits he'd seen male idols wear. The kind of outfits 1920s men probably would have shot themselves for before they could even begin to fathom wearing something like that.

His most striking feature, however, was his lavender eyes. Cyrus believed eyes were the window to the soul, and there seemed to be quite the mysteriousness to the lavender hues of Yuuta's set, in particular.

The shade matches him, Cyrus thought to himself while he stole another glance.

By that point, however, Cyrus had been caught red-handed and earned a skeptical raise of Yuuta's brow in reply.

“What’re you looking at?” Yuuta questioned, his voice cautious. “Is there… Something on my face?”

Other than pure handsomeness? Cyrus shook his head at the sudden offhandedly thrown comment, earning an even more bewildered expression out of Yuuta.

“Cy,” Yuuta snapped two fingers in front of Cyrus' face. A feeble attempt at garnering his attention once more. “Earth to- Wonderland to Cyrus— you still with me?”

Once again, Cyrus found himself getting lost in the lavender hue of his irises. The way they resembled the smooth pigment of watercolor.

He found his focus… After staring into them for that small, sacrilegious eternity.

“I'm here… I'm fine.”

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Cyrus took up messaging Yuuta to avoid getting distracted again.

Not only to just give him the explanations through text — because Yuuta's attention span was about as questionable as Dire Crowley's — but also to just… Blurt out random topics.

It had the disadvantage of silently pissing him off, though.

It wasn't even every 15 minutes anymore, it was every second when Cyrus had something new and random pop up in his mind. And when that happened, he'd tell it to Yuuta even if he didn't respond or express his opinion on it.

Cy ✨

Yuuta

Cy ✨

Did it hurt when u fell?

Yuuta's eye twitched in irritation. What the hell is he on about this time?

Cy ✨

Y'know, when u fell from the stairs that one time I came to visit u

One moment Cyrus was a flirt, the next he just said things that just happened to piss Yuuta off.

And it went on like that for the next. Three. Hours.

Pick-up line after pick-up line, Cyrus cemented himself as even more of an egotistical flirt than Yuuta could ever hope to be.

And some lines weren't exactly… “Family friendly”, at times. Nothing too inappropriate, just stuff that most people wouldn't use as pick-up lines.

Once he got really pissed off, Yuuta just… Snatched Cyrus's phone out of his grasp without even bothering to look at him, in the process.

Cyrus gasped in what could only be described as the energy of an overdramatic theater kid. “Yuuta-! Give my phone ba-”

“Ah ah ah,” Yuuta shook his finger in his face, a cocky grin gracing his unfortunately endearing face. “No can do, Cy. I'm not giving it back yet.”

“It's my phone.”

“I know.”

“You will give it back, Yuuta.”

“I can promise that,” Yuuta's grin transitioned into a smirk. Oh, how Cyrus wished it didn't have the kind of effect on him as it did. “I'll give you your phone back after a while…”

Wildly unnecessary, it was for Yuuta to hold Cyrus’ chin the way he did.

“On two conditions.”

Cyrus scoffed. Whatever the conditions were, he figured it had something to do with the obvious fact that he could've just talked to Yuuta instead of texting him— he was right next to him, after all.

“One,” — he held up one finger — “you continue helping me with my notes.”

That, Cyrus can do. But then Yuuta held up a second finger, and that made him feel slightly uneasy.

“... You actually talk to me in person, instead of distracting yourself on your phone and texting me as some compromise.”

Well then.

Rolling his eyes, Cyrus pulled away from the grip Yuuta had on his chin, hiding away whatever flushed feelings he had from having his face so close to his own.

Regardless of how he felt… He knew that getting too close to Sumeragi Yuuta would be his undoing— to feel so endeared by a man who would only put himself first, had it not been for the circumstances of losing the only person he truly cared about.

A person Cyrus Olympia could never compare himself, to.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven is now live!

this is a long chapter and has a lot of violence, please read authors notes and take care of yourselves!

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Pottery

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Sister OC Cynalena ‘Cyn’ Reyes

Day 15 from these April Prompts: “Pottery”

Summary: The youngest Reyes sibling deals with the death of her mother and the effect that has on each of the Reyes men.

A/N: I apparently love to give funeral backstories to sibling OCs I have full multichap stories for. I have a whole nestor x cyn story that I’ve been working on and hope to post sometime soon, but in the meantime enjoy this little back story of her life with her brothers.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of death and blood. Angst, a whoooollleee lot of it.

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The house was empty. Not physically by any means. There was furniture throughout, pictures hung along walls, some older, some newer. There were even signs of life, keys hung on hooks that were conveniently placed near the front door, shoes tossed around underneath in an untidy pile, and finally a chair pulled out from under the table, like someone had just gotten up and was expected to be back. But unfortunately, no one was expected to be back in that seat. Which is why the house felt empty.

Cyn stood at the front door taking in the emptiness, staring at the chair right hand to the head of the table, taking note of the plate full of crumbs and mug that had dried coffee stains in it by now. It had been 3 whole days since her mother had passed but each one felt like an eternity.

The first day was when she found out, the numbness hadn’t hit anyone yet, the shock was still prominent. Each member of the Reyes family trying to wrap their heads around the news, except EZ, who was there. Who saw his mother laid out on the ground, the blood leaving her body. EZ had hit numbness the minute the paramedics pronounced her DOA.

The second day was when everyone else was caught up to the middle Reyes sibling. That’s when the quiet overcame them, no one had much to say. The only chatter in the house was Cyn who ended up putting together her mother’s memorial services. It was very much a ‘if she didn't do it, it wouldn’t get done’ situation but she took the opportunity to really just dive into it, push the grief and mourning aside and just busy herself.

The third day was the day before the services. There wasn’t anything left to do which is what left Cyn standing in the house she was currently growing up in, just barely 17. She stared at the dishware for a moment before making her way through the living room and into the kitchen. There was no sign of anyone being in the home, but she knew her father was probably laying in bed, it took him two days to even enter the bedroom, let alone sit in the bed he shared with his now late wife, but once he did there was no getting him out.

Cyn looked around at the kitchen, her face filled with sadness but also a tad of disgust when her eyes roamed over the misplaced stack of dirty dishes and trash bin that was overflowing. After a quick deep breath, she decided to fill her mind with more busy work. Cleaning the dishes, taking out the trash, clearing the dining room table. Her last task was washing the blankets from the living room, figured she could at least swap out whatever her father was using in the bedroom with a clean blanket. As she was taking things out of the dryer she heard the front door close rather loudly followed by heavy footsteps. Angel. She knew each of her brother’s footsteps, she had come to learn through the years of them sneaking in and out of the house. Angel’s were heavy even when they wanted to be soft and secretive, while EZ’s were more calculated, like him.

She peaked her head around as she folded the last blanket. Angel caught her movement and nodded his head toward her.

“Sup.”

“Hey, where’ve you been? Where’s EZ?” Cyn picked up the blanket she was going to bring in for her father and folded it over her arms so it was cuddled in front of her.

“What is this, 20 questions?” The sound of the fridge opening echoed in the house as Angel opened it.

“I just figured we could go over the schedule for tomorrow.” Cyn walked into the kitchen beside him.

“Schedule?” Angel frowned. “We get her ashes, we spread her ashes, and then we drink at some shitty restaurant afterwards with people we haven't seen in years telling us how sorry they are for our loss.”

Cyn wasn’t going to argue with her eldest brother, she understood they were all hurting and Angel had a tendency of acting out even on a good day.

“Pops hasn’t left the room, I’m not even sure if he’s eaten.”

Angel popped open a beer, “He’s been drinking though, there’s only 6 beers left, I bought a 24 pack yesterday.”

“I had a couple,” EZ said as he entered the kitchen from the back door. “Needed to get out and get some air last night, took some with me.”

“A couple? You took like half the fuckin’ case,” Angel snapped.

“They’re in the family fridge, figured they were up for grabs.” EZ shrugged his older brother off.

Cyn knew what was about to happen, she’d seen her brothers argue with each other time after time.

“Family fridge? What the fuck is that?” Angel was shutting the fridge.

“Do you want me to pay you back, Angel? Fifteen fuckin’ dollars for the case of stale ass miller lite?”

Angel scoffed and ushered out the kitchen chair and sat down abruptly. “Man, shut the fuck up.”

Cyn quickly brought herself into the conversation in hopes to de-escalate it.

“I cleaned up, Pops–”

“You what?” EZ turned to her, his eyebrows frowning while his eyes were wide. His head snapped as he rapidly moved through the house leaving Angel and Cyn alone in the kitchen looking at each other in confusion.

He stomped back into the kitchen, practically running to the microwave and looked at it displaying the time.

“Why would you do that?” His voice was nervous, but scaringly loud.

“What? Clean?” Cyn frowned, a little bit of attitude dripping off her voice.

“The microwave had 3 seconds left on it, she always left it at that when she’d reheat her morning coffee,” EZ was moving just as quickly as he was talking. “You washed her blankets and cleaned up her mess, those were the last things we had of her.”

EZ’s voice was starting to become more shaky as it raised at his little sister. Cyn stared at him, shaking herself because this was one of the handful of times her brother ever yelled at her. They were close, not just in age but also as siblings, Cyn even considered him a friend. They went to school together, they talked all the time, he knew the girl, and yet he stood there, during one of the most heartbreaking times of their lives, losing it on her.

Angel spoke up. “You sound fuckin’ crazy bro.”

“Me? I’m crazy? At least I’m acknowledging she’s gone, you’re in denial and Cyn’s trying to be her.”

Angel saw Cyn’s face drop, the pain of EZ’s words slashing through her like a knife.

“Yo. Watch it.”

Angel stood up, still towering over EZ in height.

“Come at me all you want, but don’t come at our baby sister on some bullshit.”

EZ got up in Angel’s face, not letting the height the eldest Reyes had on him sway his ego in the slightest. “I’m doin’ for this family, what it can’t do for itself.”

“What the fuck does that even mean, bro?” Angel was frowning down at EZ.

EZ didn’t answer, he just stood there for a couple seconds before he turned away and walked right back out the door he came through.

Cyn felt her stomach fall into a pit, the tears were welling up in her eyes. She was staring empty out of the kitchen window, the words of her brother still sitting fresh inside her brain. All of them, not just the ones that were directed at her. It was the moment she fully realized she lost what she had with her brother. He was no longer her friend. The only thing connecting them now was blood and that even felt shaky.

Angel’s hand on her shoulder caused her to jump and turn to him. “Don’t let his dumb ass get to you, he’s all fucked up from seeing it all go down.”

“Wouldn’t you be?” Cyn’s voice was pointed. Old habits die hard, she tended to always take EZ’s side growing up because he always had hers. She felt like she needed to defend him in this moment.

Angel’s hand fell from her shoulder at her response and she immediately back tracked. “Fuck, Angel. I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “I’m fucked up too.”

Angel nodded, his face solemn as he chugged the rest of his beer and placed it empty on the table. “I gotta head out, I’ll see you tonight or tomorrow morning or whenever, just text me the details for the service.” He was placing a quick kiss to her head and making his way out the same door the other Reyes brother had just left from.

“Angel.” Cyn called out, taking one step forward but it was too late, he had already left. Her head fell in defeat and her eyes closed for a couple seconds before she processed everything. After a deep breath of accepting everything, she shook it off, grabbed the empty bottle, threw it in the recycling and walked over to her parents bedroom with the blanket still draped over her arm.

She lightly knocked on the door, waiting for a response but opened it even without one.

“Pop?” Cyn peeked her head in and saw him laying on his side in bed, the blankets were moving up and down from Felipe’s breathing, which gave Cyn a slight bit of relief. She moved into the bedroom swiftly, not wanting to disturb him much more than she already had.

“I have a new blanket for you. Fresh from the dryer so it’s still warm.” Her voice raised in a hopeful tone, thinking maybe that fact would bring him some type of comfort. “I’ll leave it here at the corner of the bed.” She placed the blanket down gently and moved to grab the empty glasses and plates that were in the room to move them to the sink. As she reapproached the bedroom door, she turned and spoke up. “I’m going to be heading down to the crematorium, we’re picking out an urn for them to place Mom’s ashes in. I told Angel and EZ about it but I have a feeling they’re probably not gonna be able to make it, but I just wanted to let you know, in case, but no worries, i can handle it. I’ll pick up dinner on my way home, too.” She felt herself rambling, her father wasn’t much of a talker usually, but the silence felt worse these days. “Um, alright. I’m gonna head out.” She started to close the door but then opened it again. “Love you.” It was said at that same hopeful tone as earlier but this time she was closing the door before she could be let down by his lack of response.

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She felt small staring up at the wall full of urns. She felt alone too. Her eyes were darting from one row to the next, taking in all the urns, some made out of ceramic, some handmade in Mexico, some porcelain, some marble, metal, and even glass. Scanning them all trying to pick one for her mother was seemingly difficult, her mind was scattered all over the place.

“That one.” Her father’s voice startled her. Turning her head she saw him standing next to her, pointing to the handmade and hand painted urn on the second shelf. It was black and clay coloured with accents of blue, green, orange, and yellow as flowers and patterns along the body of the urn. It felt like Marisol. Cyn actually was wondering how she had completely missed it.

Cyn nodded and got one of the operators of the crematorium to assist her in the purchase. Her father stood outside and waited for her to wrap up, it was probably his first time out in fresh air since the day everything happened.

“You want to walk downtown and grab a bite?” Cyn asked as she approached her father. Her face wasn’t looking at him as she asked, she was too busy fidgeting with the receipt into her bag to notice he was in his own world.

“You’re not replacing her, you know.” Felipe’s voice was raspy and low as he spoke.

Her face snapped up to see him staring into the sky.

“I heard what EZ said. You’re not replacing her.” This time Felipe’s voice was more stern.

“Thanks.” She wasn’t quite sure what to say here.

“You should leave.” Felipe looked over at her now.

“Alright, I’ll bring food home for you.” Cyn didn’t take his words to heart.

“No, Cynalena.” Her full name left his mouth. “Leave Santo Padre.”

Those were probably the heaviest words she heard all day. She didn’t respond. Not just because she didn’t want, but because she had nothing to say.

“The service is at 11AM tomorrow, I’ll let EZ and Angel know. The word has spread to the family, everyone who needs to know, knows. Love you, Pop.” She kissed the side of his head and made her way in the opposite direction, not taking a second to look back at him but just keep walking forward.

Her footsteps stopped and she looked up to see a neon sign turn on. Dusk was approaching so the moment it turned on and illuminated onto her feet she was looking up at it. Her gaze turned to inside the tattoo shop in front of her and before realizing it, she was inside and on the chair getting something permanently on her skin to commemorate something she wanted to permanently forget.

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