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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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garbinge · 8 months

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Nice But Bad

Angel Reyes & Emily Galindo Thomas From these August Prompts: Consequences Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: All my fics are 18+, angsty, Mentions of death, murder, etc. Spoilers for series finale of mayans.

A/N: This is also angsty and heavy lol. A theme of mind. I love thinking of post canon now that the series is over. This is a loose translation of consequences but its the consequences of their actions and life that lead them here lol.

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California mornings were different than Texas mornings. The heat was palpable even as early as 7AM in Texas. It wasn’t something Angel was used to but he also wasn’t going to get used it either. This was just a stop on his and Maverick’s trip to solitude. Their journey to safety. Angel was still figuring out what that was, what that looked like, the logistics of it all. Lucky for him, Maverick got up early which dragged him to the park at 7:30 in the morning and left ample amount of time for him to think about what peace would look like for them both.

Maverick loved parks, he loved the swings, he loved climbing, he loved that every park had something different. Angel and him must’ve stopped at 30 different parks during their trek over from Southern California. The park they were currently at had a sandbox, Maverick had currently found himself knee deep in the sandbox, digging, making mountains of sand, knocking them down. He’d definitely need a bath in the crap motel Angel had for one more day but he didn’t mind if the kid was having fun. Over the course of their trip, Maverick made friends at each park and play area. Today was no different, he was currently knocking down all the mounds of sand with a friend he made at some point from when they arrived to now, it wasn’t exactly hard for the kid, he was pretty friendly.

Angel began to gaze off, thinking about everything. About EZ, about Felipe, about the funeral, about stabbing EZ. All the memories flooded his brain whenever there was a vacant spot. His mind began to wander, get lost in thoughts and memories until the sound of a child’s scream alerted him to the sandbox. Without a second thought Angel was up and moving towards the two children who were screaming at a couple of wasps, he was hoping Maverick didn’t get stung, he wasn’t sure if he was allergic but today wasn’t the day he wanted to find out.

As Angel approached, he didn’t bother asking Maverick anything since he was still a bit too young for full words or sentences, he just looked him over looking for any stings or bites.

Just before he went to look at the other kid he heard a familiar voice.

“Are you okay, baby?”

A woman was hurrying over and doing the same thing Angel was by looking over her child. Angel’s eyes looked up, to confirm the voice he heard. She looked different, not too much physically, she still had short red hair, but her energy was different, there was a lightness to her that Angel hadn’t seen since they were kids, but her eyes held a heaviness in them, like they had seen terrors. Angel recognized it because he saw the same thing in his own eyes when he looked in the mirror.

“Emily?” Angel said, his hands still on Maverick’s shoulders as he looked up to the woman and then looked down to Cristobal.

Emily stood their frozen as her hands were resting on her son’s shoulders. Her mouth was slightly agape as she took in the man squatting to her left. She felt her flight or fight response kick in after a few seconds of being frozen. She brought her arms in, bringing Cristobal to her chest and then quickly behind her. “Angel.” She spoke it the opposite of a question, it was a statement, one that she only said to give her a few more seconds to think of what to do.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” He picked Maverick up in his arms as he stood up, thinking maybe if she saw he had a child, his child, in his hands that he meant no harm. It was obvious what was going through Emily’s head.

Emily took in the scene for a few more seconds before she relaxed, her shoulders fell and her eyes closed before she shook her head from her own thoughts. “Sorry, uh, I guess the kids got scared by a wasp.”

“Yea, I think they bury in the sand, no one got stung though, right?” Angel looked at Maverick again to search for any sign of distress before looking over at Cristobal.

“Did the wasp sting you?” Emily lowered her self again to stare at her son who was smiling as he shook his head no.

“Why don’t you guys go to the playground instead? Play on the slides.” Angel was placing Maverick down, who immediately ran over to the metal set.

Cristobal was staring at Angel and then moved his gaze to his mother for her approval. She nodded and lightly pushed him to go towards Maverick before she stood up, wiping the sand off her pants as she did. Both of them stood next to each other as the two boys went right back to playing like they had known each other their whole lives.

Angel broke the silence as he crossed his arms.

“I, uh, what brings you to Texas?” He was searching for what the right thing to say was.

“I’d assume the same thing as you.” Emily was still guarded, which she had every right to be, with everything that has happened to her.

“Right.” Angel nodded, a little taken back by her tone.

Emily caught on immediately, her head turned to Angel, taking in the sight of him, she recognized the weight of a broken heart and the strength of a parent trying to do better for their child. She let out a sigh and crossed her arms. “You wanna sit down?” She pointed to the bench behind them.

Angel nodded in agreement and they both sat on the bench, the awkwardness got more palpable then, the space between them would make any bystander think they had no knowledge of the other, no common memories, nothing that tied them. Although, they really didn’t have much that tied them together anymore, just the two boys in front of them but the relation there wasn’t something of public knowledge or theirs.

“I feel like there’s an elephant in the room.” Angel said as his leg shook up and down.

“There’s probably 15.” Emily held back a laugh.

Both of them didn’t look at eachother, they just kept their eyes on their children in front of them.

“Yea.” Angel let out a chuckle too but quickly reigned it in as the thoughts filled his mind. Emily’s face did the same as the weight of the memories sat on her shoulders.

“Do you remember EZ’s high school graduation?” Angel spoke up again as he remembered sitting in between Felipe and Emily.

“I do, you made paper airplanes that you threw throughout the arena.” Emily proved her remembrance of the day.

“Flew them. I flew them.” Angel corrected her. “And if I remember, you gave me pages from your program, you fed the bad habit.”

“Oh I was the enabler.” Emily laughed. “Felipe scolded you like you were 15 years old.”

“I’d like to remind you I was like 23 and living on my own.”

“I’m not sure what that proves.” Emily was still laughing.

“I wish things were as simple as they were back then.” Angel got serious.

Emily stopped laughing and thought back, it was simple, and they didn’t even realize it. “It was inevitable that it was going to get complicated.”

Angel didn’t understand that.

“He always had a cloud over him, Angel.” Emily got serious as well.

Angel looked over at her now, but Emily continued to look forward. His face was full of question, wondering what things EZ and her had talked about that made her see that cloud, it was something he never cared about when they were dating, nothing he even thought twice about until now. Then it hit him, she might not have known, she knew EZ so well, his first love, his first real girlfriend, everything that happened between them during and after their relationship. She deserved to know.

“I don’t know if you know but–” Angel began to speak, now doing anything he could to avoid eye contact with her.

“I know.” She cut him off, saving Angel from having to say the words. EZ is dead.

“I saw the news. That the DOJ raided the clubhouse, that there were minimal survivors.” There was a lump in her throat as she said it.

While that was the truth, there was so much more to it and Angel sat there wondering if he should clarify, what that would even sound like, what he would say.

“Seeing you, I thought I was seeing a ghost.” She smiled at that, trying to break the tension and weight of the conversation.

“I got out.” Angel spoke immediately to answer Emily’s statement. “Before the raid,” Angel pointed to Maverick who was being helped up the stairs of the play set by Cristobal. “I left the club for him.”

“As incredibly sad as this all is, Angel. I’m happy to see you out. He deserves that.” Emily nodded to the kids.

“They both do.” Angel corrected her.

Emily looked at Angel now, wondering what he meant, what he knew.

“I saw the news.” Her statement was being repeated to her, but it had to be all over, Miguel Galindo killed by his security guard.

“Oh.” Was the only thing that could come out of her mouth at Angel’s words.

Angel had nothing to say to that, so they both sat there, with their own weighted cloud above them watching their children play and laugh together.

“Em?” Angel’s voice was soft as he spoke the nickname EZ used so often for the woman. “At, at my Pop’s funeral, your– uh, Miguel, he came by, he had these photos. It was weird, he wasn’t there to gloat or be an ass he was just–sad, I don’t know, I don’t even know what I’m asking you.”

“Dita– Miguel’s mother. She knew Felipe. I think, I wanted to believe the bright side of things, especially when the dark side was sucking everything up but, I don’t know it’s all speculation and me thinking about things on the ride but–”

“Miguel was Felipe’s son.” Angel spoke out loud what Emily had been trying to wrap her head around for weeks. “My brother.” Angel nodded. “I had my suspicions.” Angel thought back to his conversation with Miguel, him not telling the club or the cartel that he burned the warehouse down, the pictures, him coming to the funeral, the genuine look on his face. It didn’t matter now, the fact of it all. He was dead, along with Angel’s other brother, and their father.

Emily was silent, despite the thought being pinballed in her head all these days, all these weeks, now it felt more solidified. It felt confirmed, although it never would be fully confirmed. She had her own reasons for her own suspicions, the photos she found of Dita and Felipe, her conversations with Felipe, Miguel’s mother, all of it. But the main thing that was sitting heavy on her mind was she had fallen in love with two Reyes brothers. Maybe the cloud that was hovering over EZ was actually hers, she was destined to cross their path in one way or another. EZ wouldn’t have killed her sister, though. Although, she didn’t know EZ the way she used to anymore so maybe he would have. The thoughts could have buried her, she could have drowned in the rabbit hole of them all, the thought that the little girl she once was grew up to have so much death, destruction, and heart break in her life and she wasn’t an innocent in the story at all. She was apart of that death, that destruction, that hurt.

“You know, that uh, makes them cousins.”

Angel interrupted her thoughts, Emily turned to look at him and then back at the kids.

They were still laughing, there wasn’t a moment where they weren’t giggling honestly, it was kind of amazing, there was no conversation between the two, only laughs and playful actions.

“Yea, that would.” There was a moment between the both of them of peace. It wasn’t the peace either of them were looking for but it didn’t take away from the tranquility of it all.

“You know this is it, right?” About 15 minutes had passed before they said anything to each other. She thought she was going to have to explain herself but then Angel agreed.

“I know. But we should let them have this moment.” Angel leaned back and relaxed.

“So where are you headed?” Emily asked, taking a deep breath.

Angel turned to look at her now, and tilted his head. It was it’s own response but he asked her a questions to really sell his point.

“You really wanna know?”

“No,” She shook her head with a smile. “I think that’ll make this harder.”

“He wanted to go, Em.” Angel spoke up, still staring at the woman.

She nodded, understanding his sentence even though it broke her.

“Do you?” She asked Angel, this was more a personal question, one that had nothing to do with the past, but simultaneously had everything to do with the past. Her voice was sincere, almost like she was asking to figure out her own answer, figure out what she should be thinking, should be feeling. Ironically, they were in similar situations.

“Now that I got him, no.” Angel’s voice was solid, no shaking no hesitation. But that meant he thought about it, and little to Emily’s knowledge he thought about it a lot alongside of every negative memory over the last few years. But it always came back to Maverick.

“Yea, me too.” She agreed, her answer was solid too, although the question was asked curiously with the idea her answer was in the air, deep down she knew.

“He needs you.” Angel was staring at Emily, almost like he could hear her inner thoughts.

“It’s a shame, they really seem to get along.” Emilky changed the topic immediately.

“Yea, they do.” A chuckle came from Angel’s mouth as he spoke and looked out at the kids.

“We could maybe do something like this, once a year, agree on a location and date for the next year each time.” Emily shrugged, backtracking slightly on her earlier statement.

“We could.” Angel was slightly reluctant. “But what happens when they’re older, and start to question it?”

“We would discuss it year to year.” Emily joked, the smile growing on her face before it faded away.

“It’s probably a bad idea.” Angel crossed his arms.

“Yea.” Emily agreed, crossing her legs.

“It was a nice idea, though.” Angel wanted to express how much he wished it was possible. “Nice but bad.”

Emily agreed, “Yea, nice but bad.”

Time passed by, they each didn’t want to pull the kids away from each other but they knew they were running on a ticking clock. It was now early afternoon, the sun was getting stronger as the seconds passed and both Emily and Angel knew that their time had run out.

“We should probably get going.” She stood up which made Angel follow.

“Yea, us too.”

The two of them walked over to the kids, grabbed them, got them settled on the bench while they packed up toys and such in both of their bags. The kids were fighting sleep on the bench, Maverick was horizontal and pretty much fully asleep while Cristobal was nodding off, his head falling backwards as the exhaustion from the sun and playing caught up to him.

“This was nice.” Emily said as she was finally all packed up and now had a sleeping Cristobal in her arms.

Angel was in the process of picking up Maverick, letting him rest over his shoulder. “But bad.” He was teasing although there was truth in it. Both of them didn’t really know if anyone was after them, if anyone had followed them, was watching them.

“Yea, nice but bad.” Emily agreed with a small smile on her face.

Angel shrugged like his next statement wasn’t going to be filled with intricacies and much thought to be had.

“Good luck, Em. Maybe I’ll see you here this time next year.”

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crowfootwrites · 3 years

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Here's the June 12th drabble! I know Emily is controversial (lol) in the fandom, but I actually kind of like writing her? Idk. See my June Prompt List for more drabbles!

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12. Stroll:

“I just feel like something’s off,” Emily says quietly as the two of you stroll through the park, Cristobal’s tricycle cruising ahead of you. “He hasn’t been the same since Dita died, and I understand grieving, but this feels darker than that, you know? Almost sinister.” She shivers and you squeeze her arm supportively.

The wind shifts ominously, despite the days’ cheerful sunshine. You remember Nestor’s presence several yards behind you, and you lean into Emily, masking your intentions as a hug. “If you ever need to run, I got you,” you breathe, watching tears form as she nods firmly.

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thegirlwhowritesfics · 5 years

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Ghosts

“The ghosts of your past will continue to haunt you if you don’t let them go Emily” Miguel says watching his wife from the doorway

Closing her old diary she looks up at him

“Sometimes those ghosts are a reminder of why I’m here” she replies shrugging

“Do you regret it?” Miguel asks her as he crosses the room, undoing his cuff links and placing them on the dresser.

“Not for a second” Emily replies fiercely “but sometimes, I miss the girl I use to be”

“That girl would never have survived everything you’ve been through” Miguel says climbing into bed next to her

“No, but she may have made different choices, ones that didn’t hurt those around her”

Taking Emily’s face in his hands Miguel softly strokes her cheek “Emily, what you did, the strength that took, I’m so proud of you. You made decisions that showed you are a leader and one who is not to be messed with” pulling her into him he continues “if anything should ever happen to me, I have faith that you will keep the Galindo name strong until Cristobal is old enough. You are helping guide this family to greatness”

Tilting his head, Miguel leans in softly kissing his wife, his fingers wrapping around her soft curls.

“I love you” Emily murmurs softly against his lips

“I love you too” Miguel replies softly pressing his forehead against hers.

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Drabbles-MC Masterlist

Because of the link limit, each character now has their own link on this post that leads to a separate post. But this is still where to go to find all of my fics!

(You can also go HERE to find me on AO3)

Fic-list under the cut!

👀 = smut, 💔 = angst

Mayans MC Characters:

- EZ Reyes Fics

- Angel Reyes Fics

- Bishop Losa Fics

- Coco Cruz Fics

- Nestor Oceteva Fics

- Neron “Creeper” Vargas Fics

- Hank Loza Fics

- Gilly Lopez Fics

- Marcus Alvarez Fics

Michael “Riz” Ariza Fics:

- Reckless

- Wipeout

Che "Taza" Romero Fics:

- Lo Siento 💔

- Degrees of Separation:

Chapter Index (Status: Ongoing)

Miguel Galindo Fics:

- Business Trip

- Withered 💔

Guero Fics:

- Always Here Anyway

Sons of Anarchy Characters:

- Herman Kozik Fics

- Opie Winston Fics

- Filip “Chibs” Telford Fics

- Jax Teller Fics

- Juice Ortiz Fics

- Happy Lowman Fics

- David Hale Fics

- Alexander “Tig” Trager Fics

- SOA/Mayans MC Headcanons

Narcos/Narcos: Mexico Characters:

- Javier Peña Fics

- Horacio Carrillo Fics

- Steve Murphy Fics

- Walt Breslin Fics

- Amado Carrillo Fuentes Fics

- Isabella Bautista Fics

- The Diegoverse Fics: A Series of OG Narcos OC Universes

- Hugo Martinez Fics

- Chepe Santacruz Fics

María Elvira Fics:

- Favors Owed 👀

Danilo Garza:

- Things Like That 👀

Amat Palacios Fics:

- Just A Bad Feeling 💔

Officer Trujillo Fics:

- Looking On

Andrea Nuñez Fics:

- At Your Service

Sal Orozco Fics:

- Cómo Puedo Ayudar?

Enedina Arellano Félix Fics:

- Adamant

Jorge Salcedo Fics:

- Debts Paid

Other Fandoms:

- Outer Banks Fics

- Stranger Things Fics

- MCU Fics

- The Bear Fics

- Top Gun Maverick Fics

- Suicide Squad Fics

- Kingsman Fics

- John Wick Fics

- Altered Carbon Fics

- Silent Night Fics:

- Speaking Volumes (Brian Godlock x F!Reader)

- Better Call Saul Fics:

- Should’ve Seen It Coming (Nacho Varga x F!Reader) 💔

- Fresh Start (Gabriela Castillo x Nacho Varga) [Crossover]

- House MD Fics:

- Not to Spoil the Ending (Robert Chase x Greg House)

- Bullet Train Fics:

- Pretty and Unscathed (Carver x Ladybug)

- Emily the Criminal Fics:

- Waking Hours (Youcef Haddad x GN!Reader)

- Law & Order: SVU Fics:

- Stomping Grounds (Mike Duarte x F!Reader)

- Our Flag Means Death Fics:

- Retelling the Story (Stede Bonnet x Edward Teach)

- F.R.I.E.N.D.S Fics

- The One Where It’s The Right Time (Joey Tribbiani x Rachel Green)

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blackmissfrizzle · 3 years

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I’ll Take Your Man(s)

Characters: Miguel Galindo x black!reader, Ezekiel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Based on this thread about the mutual hate of Emily Thomas

A/N: So this was supposed to be a drabble, but of course it got to 1.1k. Anyway imma consider it a drabble because I wrote it in an hour.

Gif credit: @hivtserkk

“Thank you, Felipe.” You smiled at the older man and took the extra meat that he gave you. “No problem, princesa. You’re family. I shouldn’t be charging you at all.”

Stubborn old man. You insisted on paying for your food this time which he allowed you to but not without giving you extra. Felipe always considered you family since you and EZ became best friends in middle school, but his love for you grew deeper as you stayed by EZ’s side when he went prison. Not only were you there for EZ, but for him and Angel as well. You would come by and cook them meals that Marisol taught you to make. When they were off at work you would swing by and clean up there places. Or you would have this weird instinct of popping up and keeping them company when the grief became unbearable.

Now grief and hardship were at your door. With your mother dead, you were the only one able to take care of your sick father. Felipe knew money was tight, so he was returning the favor.

Shaking your head, you blew him an air kiss. “Always gotta play the family card, huh?”

“You know it.” He smiled back at you, not feeling guilty at all.

Walking towards the door, you stopped in your tracks when you saw the black SUV. “Ugh,” you groaned and threw your head back. “The white witch is here.”

“Be nice, preciosa.” You were the nicest person Felipe knew, but when it came to Emily Thomas (you refused to call her by her married name) you turned into a gremlin. High school you were able to tolerate her, but as adults you couldn’t stand her. The way she was using EZ made your skin crawl. If you wouldn’t get tortured and killed you would’ve laid hands on her already.

“Y/N,” she sneered down at you.

“Emily.” You echoed with the same disdain.

Before you could say anything ugly you left telling Felipe goodbye and saying not one word to Emily.

Miguel was sitting in the car, waiting on his wife when he saw you. He shouldn’t stare. He was a married man, but your beauty was hypnotizing.

Seeing you struggle to get your keys, Miguel scrambled out the car. “Here let me help you,” Miguel reached for your bags. “Oh, Mr. Galindo that’s not necessary.”

“Miguel.” He corrected you in a lower octave.

With your hands free now, you were able to find your keys with ease. You popped your trunk and took the bags from Miguel. “Thank you, Mr. Gal-,” Miguel’s face was set hard at your slip up. “I mean Miguel.” He smiled at your correction. Why haven’t you noticed this man was beautiful? Maybe because you’ve never been this up close to him.

“You know I’ve always thought the first time I meet you, I would probably get knocked upside the head or threatened.”

Miguel quirked an eyebrow and trapped you in between him and your car. “Hmm, why is that?”

You pointed at Emily inside of Felipe’s shop. “Because I talk so much shit to your wife. To be honest if you wouldn’t have me killed I would’ve beaten her ass repeatedly already.”

Miguel should be offended. He should threaten you for talking ill of his wife, but he couldn’t find it in him. The honesty was so refreshing, he almost forgot what it taste like. Also, it didn’t hurt to see that this angel before him has a dark side.

“Really?” He curled a strand of your hair around his finger, doing nothing to hide the lust in his eyes.

The heat from Emily’s stare was coming in laser hot. This was your moment to make her sweat. Make her think two can play that game. Smiling at her you reached on your tippy toes to whisper in her husband’s ear, pretending to tell him sweet nothings. “You and your wife may not respect the sanctity of marriage, but I do.”

Miguel bent down to your ear, rubbing up and down your arms, “You know I’ve killed people for less.”

Patting his chest, you pushed away. “Yeah, I know. I just don’t care. I don’t like how your wife treats my best friend,” you shrugged. If you couldn’t get Emily to act right, maybe her husband could. “But I just did you a favor.”

“And what is that?”

“Emily’s so jealous now, she’ll probably blow you in the car to make you forget me.”

That didn’t sound as enticing as it should to Miguel. He rather it would be you instead of Emily. “Well, I should pay you then,” Miguel took out his checkbook and began writing.

“Oh wait a minute I don’t need your money.”

“Yes you do. Isn’t your father sick? I’m sure a bartender’s salary can’t cover medical bills.” Miguel ripped out the check and held it out.

“I manage just fine.”

“No.” You crossed your arms. There was no way you were taking it especially with that many zeros on it.

“Why not?” Miguel began to grow impatient. Who refused free money?

“Because men like you don’t give out give out money like that without expecting something in return. And like I just told you I respect the sanctity of marriage even if it’s not mine.”

Smart girl, Miguel thought. But he knew he wouldn’t want anything in return. This conversation was payment enough. “Trust me. This comes with no strings attached.”

“No. I make it a point not to take money from men nicknamed, ‘el Diablo’.”

The rumbling of a motorcycle muffled Miguel’s cursing. It was the bane of his existence, Ezekiel Reyes.

Just like his wife likes to do, you ran to him. An unexpected jealousy thrummed through him when you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Prospect,” he called out to ruin your mini reunion.

EZ walked towards the man with you trailing behind him. “Give this to your little friend. She refuses to take it.”

“What is wrong with you?” EZ looked at you with widened eyes. “This could help with your dad’s medical bills. Take it.”

“Ezekiel…”

“Take it,” he growled, shoving it in your hands.

“Thank you, Miguel.” You put the check in your purse and began walking to your car. EZ was enjoying you walking away, but then he saw that Miguel was enjoying the view as well.

“See you later, EZ!” You waved at him, ignoring Miguel’s lustful gaze.

Once you were gone, EZ stood toe to toe to Miguel. “Stay the fuck away from my friend.”

“Stay the fuck away from my wife.”

“I’m not the married one. Don’t you have vows to uphold?”

He did. Miguel still loved his wife, but there was something enchanting about you he couldn’t shake. “I do. How about you stay away from my wife and focus on the gem you got in front of you? Don’t fuck that up.” Miguel gripped his shoulder before greeting his wife and steering her away from EZ.

Both men knew this wasn’t the end. As their interest in one woman waned, it grew for another. Leaving them in an endless battle for the love and affection for one woman.

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blue-angel-wings · 3 years

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Bishop Drabble - take your times

18+ (because I got a little nasty for a brief moment hehe)

Characters: Bishop Losa x Reader (Y/N), basically all the Mayans briefly but mainly Angel, Coco, Gilly.

Summary: Reader is a single mum and close with the Mayans specifically Bishop, because they crushing on each other. And Emily Galindo being a bitch because I don’t like her 😊.

Warnings: Cursing, horny talks but not full blown smut, slight talk of injuries.

Word count: 3,768 it’s longer because I got carried away 😈

You had known the Mayans since you were little, although your Father wasn’t a patch he always helped them.

As a day job your Father owned a small car dealership and would often frequent Romero scrap and salvage for odd pieces to use on whatever new vehicle he was working on, but behind the calm face of a man who liked cars and bikes, was a trained assassin, murder for hire, hitman, whatever you wanted to call it. So over time your Dad did jobs for the Mayans. Through that they met you and whilst your Mother didn’t really like the Mayans knowing your family she had to admit it was useful always having a group of knights in shiny leather to hand.

Your father had been killed one a run with them when you were sixteen years old, and ever since then the club had take your Fathers place with you and your mother. She worked the bar sometimes and whilst you chose to work elsewhere you always attend the parties, well as much as you could whilst also being a single parent. At the age of eighteen you became a mother to a beautiful baby boy you lovingly named Rio. The guys were shocked but supportive and excited for the new little baby in their lives. The Dad of your son decided that a baby wouldn’t work for him so he ran. Not like you needed him.

Yours and Bishop’s relationship had only just started, you had been on a few dates but you spoke constantly and you may have slept with him on a few occasions, because who could resist a man like that. He had started to find you attractive once you showed up more. For your safety and now Rio’s your Mother kept you away from the guys until you were in your twenties, so when you turned twenty one and could legally drink you knew exactly where you were going to get wasted for the first time. The clubhouse.

Ever since Bishop saw you in a tiny black dress that made your body just look too good he knew we wanted you but stayed back not wanting to look like a perv who only dated girls half his age. He admired you for years, how you raised Rio somewhat alone, how you always helped the club without a complaint, how you deeply cared for the guys and he just couldn’t helped that he fell for you more and more.

But he was done waiting and at Rio’s eighth birthday party, whilst you stood there playing nice with the other parents from the prestigious school you sent Rio to, and whilst wearing jeans that Bishop swore were painted on, he asked you out.

You thanked the heavens he did because you were getting sick of the waiting game.

A few months had passed and although you had been on dates, Bishop was yet to ask you to be his. It was almost like he was still scared that you would reject him. During the day he was almost shy around you not saying much or interacting with you as much as you hoped almost like he feared he would say or do something wrong, but at night he’d have you shaking in ecstasy on a bed drenched with your arousal, whilst whispering the nastiest shit you’d ever heard.

You didn’t think too much about it you knew he loved you deep down he was just struggling to say it, he had no problem showing it through his actions and you saw the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t looking. But saying the words that would make you his girl officially, he just couldn’t manage do that.

At Rio’s birthday he had been gifted a skate board. A small red plank of wood you swore would be the end of your son. And although Angel had also purchased a helmet to go with it, your son seemingly refused to wear it. He constantly rode it without the helmet no matter how much you asked him to, it was like he was allergic.

You had taken the board away once he started to show zero regard for himself and others. Swerving through people on the sidewalk was okay if it was quiet and people moved out the way in time, but once he started heading towards the roads without his helmet you called time on his little Tony Hawk phase.

A few weeks passed before he grew restless and bored without it. He had come looking for you with full safety gear on, helmet, knee pads, elbow pads and little gloves. And you cracked, you gave him back his death board and sent him on his way.

Rio’s school was just out of Santo Padre and about 45 mins away from your home, it was a bit of nuisance being so far from you but your son was smart, too smart. He had eidetic imagery or as some would say photographic memory. He had shown signs when he was little, about 4 or 5, when he was able to recall in perfect detail his toys as if they were still there in front of you. It was terrifying to you but when the doctor explained what it was you were stunned. Due to his abilities you sent him to a school that burned a whole in your pockets each month but was perfect for your little boy. He loved it, he excelled at all subjects aced every test and had a big group of friends that were surprisingly pleasant children.

The Mayans clubhouse was only twenty minutes away from Rio’s school. And when work had started to get busier, you couldn’t pick him up from school anymore. You generally finished worked at the boutique in town at 4:30 an hour after Rio had finished school, you hadn’t given him a key to the house out of fear he would lose it, so you suggested he’d ride his board to the clubhouse and then once you were done you would pick him up. It worked out great, the guys loved having him there and you got to see Bishop more.

The guys were just chilling at the club, the younger ones were playing poker and smoking whilst the elders were in templo.

‘What the fuck prospect!?’ Slamming his cards on the table in a frenzy, Coco practically threw his money at the chuckling Ezekiel who in return shook his head at the snipers antics.

‘Not a prospect anymore bro, imma patch now.’ He said smugly, pointing lazily at the patch on his kutte.

‘Keep taking my money and I will change that real quick.’ Coco was pissed, he owed Ez about $300 from just this afternoon alone.

At the front porch Angel and Gilly were working the yard when they heard the slight rattling of small wheels of the stones, lifting their heads just in time to see the arrival of Rio on his board. They had to admit when they purchased the board for him they were worried he’d be crap at it and give up, but we wasn’t. The guys sometimes rode behind him on their bikes just to watch his skate. It was mesmerising.

Happily finishing up their work, Angel nudged Gilly towards the clubhouse to tell the others of your son’s arrival.

‘Hey, Rio’s here.’ The larger man bellowed into the space causing the other Mayans to stop what they were doing and follow him out.

Outside Angel had Rio swinging from his neck, when Rio was around the Mayans he deliberately acted younger to get more attention, the guys didn’t do anything to stop him they enjoyed him acting all silly and somewhat babyish, it stopped the sad truth of him getting older right before their eyes from rising to the surface.

‘Hey little guy, how was the ride in?’ El presidente asked the boy whilst messing with his hair, that he spent hours getting perfect for school.

Bishop was closest to Rio, well joint with Angel. Rio saw Bishop as a father figure, much to your delight, and Angel as a brother figure.

‘It was okay, some car was following me really closely and honking at me.’ He pouted whilst spinning the wheels on his board.

The men perked up at the sound of somebody pestering the young boy.

‘ I don’t know why though, mama says I can ride in the road if I stay to the side out of the way with my helmet on.’ Rio didn’t seem to be upset, more worried he was defying your rules of riding his skateboard.

‘Well, what did the car look like?’ Creeper asked whilst blowing the smoke from his cigarette behind him, being mindful of the small child in front of him.

‘A black Lexus RX Hybrid, black tinted windows, driver was a middle aged male, bald, tattoos up his arms.....’ the boy rambled on, his memory working overtime. The guys stopped him mid way through not wanting him to worry himself with the stranger who was bothering him. They assured him he did nothing wrong and took him into clubhouse.

None of the other guys recognised description of the car or driver, but Ez did. He knew who was sat in the back of the vehicle, whilst they texted him and continued to call upon him every waking second of the day. He heard the sound of a car coming to a halt at the front of the scrap yard, he knew this was the car that was following Rio plus he saw the man Rio had described in great detail. He glanced at his phone to check if his suspicions were true. His screen was flooded with notifications of texts and calls, and some social media notifications, all from the same person.

Emily Galindo.

She had been contacting Ez, at first he didn’t mind the contact from his ex, he selfishly used to want the relationship to rekindle with the married woman, but now with Gabby in his life he didn’t, he wanted her gone. She nodded to his trailer, with a pleading look is her eyes he succumbed to her request, checked nobody was around and headed to his trailer.

‘Do you have any Capri-Suns i’m kinda thirsty?’ Rio asked, cheekily checking behind the bar for something to eat hoping one of guys would fulfil his request. Bishop smirked reached into the fridge round the corner and retrieved two orange Capri-Sun pouches and grasped the bag of Doritos they kept on top of the fridge for him to munch on as well.

‘How’s school going mate?’ Bishop genuinely enjoyed talking with Rio because he reminded him of you, he much like yourself, was so passionate even over the little things.

Bishop played with Rio’s discarded school tie, folding it neatly knowing you hated ironing it.

‘It was alright, we learning about dinosaurs in science which is cool cos I really like Jurassic park and I’m gonna ask mama later if we can watch it.’ Rio exclaimed loudly waving his hands around wildly. He continues to tell Bishop about school, avoiding telling him about the masses of homework that was set knowing the older man would tell him to do it and wouldn’t drop it until it was done. The conversation was interrupted by Angel who had just got finished on a call.

‘Hey Rio, your Mum just called saying she got caught up at work and won’t be picking up til 5.’ The oldest Reyes told the child who was seemingly unbothered by the change of plans, but the news had Bishop frowning, why didn’t you call him, you knew he didn’t have Templo today so he would have his phone on him?

‘Okay, can I go practice my kick flips out front?’ He asked the president.

‘Yeah sure, take one of guys to watch you incase you fall, and remember to map out where your skating with the cones.’

‘Yeah I think I can remember that.’ He teased the older man, by referencing his condition.

The guys had bought these little orange cones for him to use when he was skating in the yard so he didn’t get in the way of them working.

Bishop lightly shoved him in the direction of the door with a shake of his head, he needed to call you, the jealously he felt when you called Angel instead of him was growing unbearable. Was it Angel stretching out your tight little pussy each night? Was it Angel that had you screaming with his head between your legs? Was it Angel that you called Daddy? Was it Angel that had you making the most delicious moans?

No it wasn’t, it was Bishop.

So why weren’t you calling him?

It was 5:30 when you pulled up to the scrap yard to retrieve your child. You surveyed the grounds looking for Rio once you had parked. But when you were greeted with the noise of laughter, you opted to follow that. Turning off your car you headed to the front porch where a groaning Coco was laying on the floor clutching his arm. You walked over not too worried seeming as the sniper had sustained worse injuries than a scrape on the arm.

‘You okay there Coco baby?’

You squatted beside the man and glanced as the injury on his arm, there wasn’t more that’s a slight graze on his elbow however from he noises he was now making you’d think he’d been shot.

‘No! This piece of sh-‘ you clapped a hand over this mouth before he could finish once you realised that the giggling you heard earlier came from your son, who sat comfortably in Gilly’s lap at the bench a few feet away. Standing up, leaving Coco to get on with it, you walked over to your son to kiss his forehead.

‘You okay baby? School was good?’

‘Yeah it was good we are doing dinosaurs in science so I was wondering if I can watch Jurassic park tonight to learn more about T-rex’s, please? ‘ he pleaded with both hands clasped together.

‘Of course baby.’ You went to say more but you saw Bishop on the step, looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

You knew why though, in an attempt to push Bishop to ask you to his girl you messed with him a little by deliberately calling Angel instead of him to inform the guys of the change of plans. Normally you wouldn’t mess with the man who so clearly had control of the reigns in the relationship but you were sick of waiting, you wanted him and he wanted you, the hickies on your breasts and inner thighs confirming that.

You kissed Rio’s head and Gilly’s, once he jokingly pointed to his forehead, and headed towards Bishop. He turned without a word and heard towards the clubhouse, the guys waited a few minutes before following suit, not wanting to miss the potential start of your long awaited romance. Rio was left alone to skate outside after he said he wanted to practice a little more, Angel was happy to leave him out there alone knowing he could ride perfectly fine.

Bishop sat on a couch in the far corner and when you went to sit next to him he grasped your wrist and manoeuvred you onto his lap, well this is a good start you thought.

‘How was work?’ He asked whilst sneaking a peek at your cleavage that you pushed up slightly before you left work.

‘It was good, busy which is good. A little tired and my feet hurt.’ You answered, slightly wriggling your feet. Bishop caught on quickly, removing you shoes and and starting to rub your feet slightly, causing a slight moan to slip from your lips.

‘Y/N I want to ask you something.’

Here it comes, you acted calm almost ignorant to what he was saying but inside you were screaming.

‘I really like you and I love spending time with you, you make me feel like a little kid with his first crush. You’re my first thought in the morning and last thought at night. I wanna be with you always and forever, so i was won—‘

‘Hey!’

Bishop’s monologue was cut short by a small voice you recognised to be your son’s. Every head in the clubhouse turn so quickly you feared they all get whiplash.

Grabbing your shoes and placing them haphazardly on your feet you all but sprinted to the front porch, where the now female voice could be heard.

Running out you saw your son sat on the floor fighting back tears and Emily Galindo standing over him slightly. She obviously was leaving Ez’s trailer, because that’s what married women do, they meet with their ex’s in trailers behind their husband’s back.

‘Hey baby you okay, are you injured?’

You rushed to your sons side as well as Bishop, who carefully picks up Rio’s skate board that was currently sporting a large crack in the middle of the wood.

‘No, I’m okay mama.’ He whispered growing embarrassed at the crowd around him, his bottom lip started to tremble telling you that tears where only moments away. Bishop started brushing the hair off of Rio’s face to calm the young boy, he too knew Rio hated crying in front of crowds.

‘What happened sweetheart?’ You spoke quietly not wanting to blow up too much in front of your son, you’d had a long day at work and you didn’t have time for a confrontation today. You wanted this sorted so you can go back to Bishop and then go home.

‘He wasn’t watching where he was going!’ The blonde woman spoke, the venom in her voice unnecessary in this situation.

‘I wasn’t fucking talking to you!’ Apparently you did have time today. All heads snapped to you and Gilly managed to scoop Rio into his arms before you whipped yourself in front of the culprit of your son’s upset.

‘So that warrants you to push him!? A small, eight year old child!? Did you not see the cones hun? They are bright fucking orange, maybe if you lifted your head of your ex’s dick for a moment you would see my son skating out here.’ The guys were loving it, watching with smirks on their faces.

‘Somebody should’ve been watching him.’

‘Hah okay sweetheart.’ You scoffed, you worked in retail you could handle opportunists like Emily Galindo.

‘I’m hardly gonna take parenting advice from you, am I? Mrs Galindo.’ You emphasised her name in the hopes she’d remember her marriage and start acting like a wife.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Well you’re hardly mother of the year, not after your practically gave your son away to a terrorist.’ You weren’t backing down, gasps were heard throughout the yard, the hang-arounds emerging in the hopes of a fight.

‘Thats not fair, they were armed and I was terrified.’ She tried to reason with you, who would try to rationalise their son’s kidnapping?

‘See that’s the difference between you and me, Emily, see they would have to pry my son from my cold, dead hands.’

‘They were shooting people right in front of me!’

‘I’d let them shoot every motherfucking bitch in this town before they ever laid a hand on my child!’

You screamed in her face, women like Emily didn’t deserve the love or attention they received.

‘I just hope his four nannies that actually raise him coped alright during that time.’ That was it, the final straw. She raised her hand but you never cowered, she went to slap you but al she could do is try. You got there first taking the board from Bishop’s hands and slapping her in the stomach, so it’s not as obvious as a face injury, you didn’t fancy having the cartel on your ass.

She doubled over in pain and screamed, clutching her ribs. You didn’t hear a crack but you knew it mustn’t of ickled.

‘Ez take the whore back to her car, tell the driver the pain is due to her period that’s just started, and it’s nothing to worry about.’

Ez nodded and quickly moved Emily from the scene, not daring to speak a word incase he got the same treatment.

You spun around and thanked heavens that Gilly had taken Rio inside, although you knew the Mayan would be pissed that he missed the altercation.

‘Damn Mamas you got some claws!’ Taza was the first to break the silence, beaming at you and your display of violence. You pulled into his embrace and chuckled.

‘Yeah it was kinda hot seeing you all angry’

Of course Coco was the one to turn it into a dirty joke. All the guys gathered round you and starting joking about you joining UFC.

But one man was quiet, too quiet. Bishop was yet to move a muscle let alone say anything, you worried it was too much and that your outburst made him change his mind.

The guys followed your eyes to the president behind them.

‘Let’s go inside and check on Rio, yeah guys?’

Riz encouraged the guys to move, catching on that you needed a moment alone with their president.

‘Bishop I’m so sorry about that, I just freaked when I saw Rio on the floor, I know this probably fucks things up with Galindo. And I get it if you take back what you said inside, it’s just I—‘ you were stopped short by a pair of lips on yours, you took a few seconds or realise they were Bishop’s, you moved your lips in sync with his and after what felt like a lifetime you pulled away for air.

‘I guess I gotta make you mine to watch over you now. Can’t have to terrorising the streets with the this can I?’ He joked whilst holding up Rio’s now fully snapped board

‘You still wanna be with me after that?’

‘Yeah I do because I’m in love with you.’

You melted right there on the spot, you laughed a little at your previous panic.

He leant in close to whisper in your ear

‘Plus Coco was right, it was fucking hot.’

You groaned and palmed his chest playfully. You finally had it, a perfect little family, it was about time. You went back to kissing Bishop and at this moment nothing could go wrong.

‘Hey, my board! What the hell Mom!’

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Galindo!Series - Part Three: Ashes to Ashes - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Galindo!Series

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

Part Two: Revelations - You reveal the truth to Miguel.

Nestor’s waiting for you when you step outside the house that Miguel has been living in. He’s leaning against his bike, in a black leather jacket, his arms crossed over his chest. When he lifts his head to meet your gaze, you see the sorrow in him, the grief. He knows what you were coming here to do, you didn’t hide that from him, but it still hurts.

This thing with Miguel was bigger than just the two of you, it’s bigger than Emily and Cristobal. You know that if either you or Nestor had buckled under that threat then Miguel would have had his hooks in the network. If that had happened, he would have used it to courier his drugs, his people, his guns. All the good work you’ve been doing would have died along with the two of you.

“He had an email queued up to go out at 9am.” You tell him as you lean back against the seat of the motorcycle. “I’m sorry Nes, but it had both of our information on it. He was going to send it out anyway. It didn’t matter if we helped him or not.”

Nestor sighs, his palm rubbing over the back of his neck.

“I wish I could say I expected something different.”

There’s silence between the two of you for a minute before you tuck your hands into the pockets of your quilted jacket. It’s taken years for Nestor to realise the depths of Miguel’s manipulation, how every single gesture just another way of securing his loyalty.

“It’s a relief.” Nestor says finally, tilting his head to look at you. “It feels like I can breathe for the first time in years.”

“I thought you’d hate me.” You say quietly, kicking at the gravel of the driveway with the toe of your boot.

“No.” Nestor says, reaching for you. He cradles your face between your hands, his thumbs ghosting over your cheeks as his nose trails along yours. “I’m not brave like you; I’ve never been able to slay my monsters.”

“You face yours instead.” You remind him as you look into his eyes. “It’s what you’ve done your whole life, you face everything head on.”

“Except this.” He tells you, his lips brushing over the corner of your mouth. “I can’t help you with this.”

“I know.” You whisper as you hear Coco’s car pulling up behind yours. “And it’s ok, Coco and I will take care of everything.”

***

You cremate Miguel’s body, Coco’s wife Stitches has a hook up at the funeral home that allows you to use the cremator off the books. The whole process takes six hours. Nestor picks you up along with the coffee can full of ashes outside of the funeral home before you begin the trip to Maine.

It takes over forty-eight hours to get to the home you relocated Emily to. You split the driving between you, staying in roadside motels and leaving Miguel’s ashes tucked in the footwell behind the passenger seat.

Emily’s already waiting for you on the porch with Cristobel when you pull the car into the driveway. She raises to her feet, waving with one hand and you see no sign of the woman you met back then. The one who had been so gaunt and wrecked from living under the weight of Miguel’s misdeeds.

You spend the next couple of hours playing with Cristobal in the garden whilst Emily and Nestor talk in the kitchen. They haven’t seen each other since Miguel fired Nestor over his relationship with you, you’ve always wondered what he told Emily about the dismissal.

It’s Nestor’s turn to drive when you climb back inside the car. He doesn’t turn on the engine, instead he just sits there with his hands on the wheel staring at the house. You can see the Emily and Cristobal through the window, the little boy smiling as he takes a cookie from the plate on the table.

“She says she’s going to scatter him out by the lake.” He tells you. “She’d prefer to flush him, but she thinks it’s important for Cristobal to get closure.”

“She’s not wrong sadly.” You say as you draw your seatbelt across your body. “He deserves a lot worse.”

Nestor sighs, the back of his head coming to rest against the seat.

“He did so much damage...” He says quietly, his gaze comes to rest on the family before you. “I think about that all the time, my complicity in it. I don’t think I’ll ever be free.”

“You’re making up for it now.” You remind him as you study the profile of his face. “The work we’re doing, it counters the balance. We’re putting some good back into the world, helping people.”

“I’m not sure that it’s enough.” Nestor says softly as he thinks about all the shit he’s done over the years. “I’m not sure any of it is.”

“Then we do it until it is.” You say, taking his hand in yours. “We keep chipping at it a little at a time until it makes a difference.”

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lucky-papa · 3 years

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emilysraincoat · 6 years

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FWB!AU (Miguel/Ez)

Some basic worldbuilding:

There’s a lot of similarities but the main differences are that Ez isn’t in the MC but rather an apprentice at his father’s butcher shop and he and Emily have never dated, they’re just super close friends. And of course, Emily’s tragedy.

When Miguel’s son is kidnapped, Emily murdered as well, leaving only the bleeding nanny to try and get back to Galindo to tel him what happened.

Miguel and Ez meet at Emily’s funeral. Miguel hasn’t really processed her death yet, and as he looks for Cristobal, a part of him believes that he’ll find Emily alive and well when he finds his son.

He and Ez wind up talking at the funeral, both drinking and really hurting. One thing leads to another and they wind up sleeping together despite Ez believing Miguel to be recklessly dangerous

It’s the best sex Ez’s ever had, and he’s up there for Miguel, but Miguel’s biggest draw to it is that he doesn’t want to be alone

So they decide to set up an arrangement: when one of them is feeling lonely or stressed or upset, they text the other and meet at Miguel’s house to fuck.

As time goes on, they get closer emotionally and Ez becomes somewhat of a consultant for Miguel because of his intelligence. Neither wants to admit it, but they’re slowly falling for each other.

This is the basis of the AU I have so far! I’m gonna publish a drabble for it soon, but in the meanwhile feel free to send prompts/questions

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It’s Santi who teaches Nestor to play Uno. It starts with a tug on his shirt and a whisper in his ear when he’s standing in the kitchen talking to Marcus. He can’t help but comply with the request because this kid…

He breaks his fucking heart.

It’s been over a year since Paco died but Nestor still remembers that night, it haunts his dreams. The noise of the gun jamming, Paco’s anguished scream as he tried to stifle the bleeding from his chest, the gun jamming a second and then a third time. Nestor thinks that was the moment he realised how unhinged Miguel had become in the wake of Dita’s death.

Nestor isn’t sure when it happens, but he realises he’s enjoying himself. He likes the way that Santi’s face lights up when he beats Nestor. He’s never really been a fan of kids, the most interaction he’s had was with Cristobel and even then, that was limited. He thinks he held him once, when the nanny was sick, and Emily had too many things in her hands.

While he plays Uno with Santi, Tessa sits behind him and braids his hair. The little girl has been fascinated with it ever since he first turned up on Marcus’s doorstep and will spend hours undoing and then redoing the braids to her liking. Sometimes she makes small additions, pink hair ties with flowers on, sparkly hair clips. It isn’t until Izzy shows Nestor, the picture she’s sent you that he realises the true extent. He sighs, like a put-upon family pet before telling Tessa how much he appreciates her styling. After all her braids are getting a lot better.

It isn’t until the kids are tucked away in bed that he removes the precious items from his hair and sets them on the kitchen table. He shakes it out, leaving it loose as Marcus hands him a beer, one of the citrus ones from the local brewery. Having dinner with Marcus and his family has become a ritual for him when you’re on a job, a way of staying connected in the midst of his newfound freedom.

Now that Miguel’s fired him, there’s an absence in his life, he didn’t realise just how much time working as the Galindo’s Head of Security took up until he doesn’t have to do it anymore. You may have laid down roots but his own have been yanked right out from underneath him. He tries not to show it, but he feels the loss each and every day. He doesn’t regret his decision, but he feels the weight of it.

“He called me dad the other day.” Marcus reveals, jerking his head towards the hallway as he sits down across from Nestor at the kitchen table. “It was heart breaking.”

Nestor understands that feeling, they were both complicit in a way. Neither of them had seen Paco’s death coming and neither had done anything to stop it. Nestor thinks that Miguel was too far gone even at that point, if either one of them had stepped in Miguel would have viewed it as a betrayal and they too would have ended up in an unmarked grave.

“Do you think he’s still alive?” Marcus asks him, his thumb chasing a bead of condensation as it drips down the bottle.

“Yea.” Nestor nods before taking a sip from his own beer. “Mikey had a disaster plan in place if something like this happened.”

He thinks of the missed calls on his phone a couple of weeks ago, all from the same number. He knew who they were from, and he still didn’t pick up. He meant what he said, when he’d told Miguel he wasn’t leaving you. He wasn’t going to break his promise and shoot off to Mexico just because Miguel’s empire was falling. He wasn’t going to hide out in a nunnery, waiting for the whole mess to blow over, maybe once upon a time but not now.

“Do we need to worry…”

Nestor shakes his head.

“His resources are limited out here and I think he has bigger things to worry about.” Nestor tells Marcus as he considers the landscape on both sides of the border. “None of us are a threat to him and I don’t think he would want to risk Rosa’s wrath if he did do something.” “it’s ironic, isn’t it?” Marcus remarks, his gaze fixed on Nestor. “How their mutual love strikes a balance.”

Nestor frowns before tilting his head in puzzlement.

“Neither will move against the other for fear of hurting you.” Marcus says picking at the label on his beer bottle and sprinkling the debris onto the surface of the table. “You’re the person that holds the two of them together, keeps them stable. Without you there’d be bloodshed.”

Nestor has never thought about it like that, not really. He knows you won’t move against Miguel because of it would cost him, but with Miguel, he’s never been quite so sure.

“She told me about the house, the one a couple of blocks over.” Marcus remarks, his elbows coming to rest upon the table. “That your offer has been accepted.”

Nestor smiles because he remembers the way you lit up when you stepped through the door. It was airy and spacious with a garden for Santi and Tessa to play in. It ticked off every single one of the things on your wish list.

“I’ve never seen her as happy as when she saw it.” Nestor tells Marcus, the edges of his mouth twitching up into a smile. “She’s in a good place, she’s thinking about the future, it feels like she’s finally starting to settle.”

“And what about you?” Marcus questions.

Nestor shakes his head as he studies the label of his beer bottle intently.

“I don’t know what I’m looking for.” He admits with a shrug of his shoulders. “With the Navy, with the Cartel, it felt that I was a part of something and now I’m nothing. I could retire on the shit that’ve I’ve earned, but I don’t want that, I want to belong to something, to feel like I have a purpose.”

“You crave brotherhood,” Marcus tells him as he leans forward on his elbows. “I’ve been there, we all have. You want to be part of something larger than yourself, a family of sorts.”

“Since David…” Nestor trails off as he searches for the words. “I’ve been alone, I have no family, my friends are either in prison or dead. I don’t want to be the one that’s waiting for her to come home after a job, I don’t think that’s healthy. I want a life of my own. Somewhere where I fit.”

“There’s always the MC.” Marcus says with a pointed look. “They’re moving more towards community enterprises these days, trying to help with some of the fall out from the Agra Park deal.”

The Agra Park project, what a crock of shit that had turned out to be. He didn’t doubt Miguel’s business acumen, he knew it was a change of circumstance that had caused the scheme to fail but it had left the town in dire straits. Nestor saw it every time he drove through it. The Galindos had done nothing to pick up the pieces and it had left a bad taste in everybody’s mouth.

“They hate me.” Nestor reminds Marcus. He thinks about his last interaction with Angel and he knows that there is not chance in hell that the other man would allow him to patch in.

“Some of them hate you.” Marcus corrects him. “And truthfully mijo, when has that stopped you from doing anything? You become a prospect and you have a year to change their minds, and even if you don’t at least you would have done some good for this town in your tenure.”

A year as a prospect, it’s not even something he’s considered. He hasn’t ridden in years, he still has his old bike locked in a garage downtown, along with a couple of David’s belongings. He thinks of his brother, about the life he didn’t get to live and he wonders if this is the thing that he’s been looking for, the sense of brotherhood that he’s been missing.

“Can I think about it?” He asks Marcus as he drains the remainder of his beer.

Marcus shrugs his shoulders, before collecting both of their bottles and depositing them in the recycle bin.

“Take all the time you need. The MC isn’t going anywhere.”

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