#Marcus Rosegold

[ind1c0lite]

🎮 <-- MARCUS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING

I hand u ur grumpy greasy science man

[oasisofgalaxies]

✋ I wanna hear about rosegold (lol)

EYYYYYY SDFJSLKDF ok so ive talked about rosegold a bit on here!! prolly can find it under rosegold or ikea au (previous name) in the tags but tumblr isnt a functioning site so who knows. a few people know of it from the lovely indy @ind1c0lite's animatics for it (CHECK THEM OUT THEY ARE GOOD)

anyways !! brief overview, Guardians! Guardians are created by the universe, known to them as Mother. Each guardian is a kind of god of sorts in terms of power, but they arent worshiped or anything. Each guardian controls a domain, or domains. If one guardian has multiple domains, its limited to two and they usually go hand in hand! Mori, the guardian of life and death, and Memento, the guardian of time and memory, and Una, the guardian of timelines and reality are good examples of this.

BUT some Guardians come in pairs! Usually these pairs have corresponding or even opposing domains. For example, Sana, guardian of healing, and Aegri, guardian of disease.

Basically Guardians exist as a conduit for their domains. They help maintain order within them and prevent any anomalies. They help keep their respective timeline all in order! Nice n tidy. Sometimes things do go wrong, mostly due to the Collective.

The Collective is one antagonistic force in the Rosegold universe! The opposite to Mother, they are an eldritch hivemind/collection/smorgasbord of chaos and destruction. While horrific, they are the guardian's balance. The Collective destroys timelines, the Guardians maintain new and old ones. Its a cycle of the universe!

So getting into the meat of it all, the plot of Rosegold follows Mem, Mori, and Una. A lot of this is illustrated in the animatics (go watch they are amazing) AND the overview video Indy made!! (CLICK HERE) Indy explains it way better than I ever could but here we go.

So Rosegold's plot jumps around a bit. Doesnt help that we're still building it, things a huge work in progress. Anywho- You got the exposition in the beginning of it all, the beginning of this particular timeline. The start of the universe! Its all well and dandy and the like. It progresses from there, but the past isnt really the main focus.

It all starts around the 50s and 60s when Una, bored i guess (im unsure of her actual motivations for this. fuck around and find out?) makes her existence known to a research facility. The facility was inspired by the SCP foundation if that helps with visuals. Anyways there she meets a human scientist by the name of Marcus Doom.

The two form a sort of working friendship, Una giving Marcus sparse details on the Guardian's Homeworld, affectionately called HQ, and Marcus eating all of this up like the weirdo conspiracy theorist he is. But as time went on, Una visited Earth less and less until one day she stopped coming. Marcus did not like this.

So, theres some unfortunate consequences to a Guardian interacting with a mortal being. Boundless as they are, the mortal mind can't really comprehend them. Sort of like how Greek Gods had to disguise themselves so people wouldn't spontaneously combust at the sight of them. Thats not the case for Guardians, however. It acts sort of like long term exposure to radiation. Just a brief point of contact and you're not likely to experience any harm. But over time the effects get worse. Side effects can vary guardian to guardian. In Marcus's case, he became obsessed, traveling down this rabbit hole as far as physically possible.

This post is already getting really long so if you want to know more!! shoot me another ask!! :D

[breanime]

And for Rio, I'd like one of the bonuses: "How much did that cost?" Perhaps his GF offhandedly mentioned wanting one particular item (e.g., for her work), and Rio being Rio buys the whole striking set.

*gif not mine*

Rio surprised you often

He was sneaky 

So he was always surprising you and catching you off guard

You’d find love letters in your makeup bag

Or a random stack of cash under your pillow with a note that said “treat yourself”

One time he even snuck a diamond ring on your hand when you were sleeping

It took you four hours to even realize it was on your finger

And he was observant

Rio picked up on little things

He could tell how your day went by what you did first when you came home

If you put your dishes in the sink right away

You’d had a good day

But if you went straight to the living room and starting picking up pillows and Marcus’ toys

Then it’d been a bad one

And he knew when you didn’t like something and were just being polite

Like the time Rio brought you a bag from her trip to Chicago that was, in a word, hideous

Rio could also tell, in a second, when you loved something

You two would be walking down the street

And you’d pass a window, and you would just glance at something for a second, half a second even, and in that half a second

Rio knew you wanted it

And soon enough, whatever that thing was, the thing you liked, it’d show up on your bed

“I saw it and thought of you,” would be his simple explanation

And so you weren’t completely surprised when you came home one day to see a delivery truck driving away from your house

You knew, just by instinct, that it had just dropped something off for you

When you walked in the house, you heard Rio in the back room

“Baby?” You called. “You home?”

“Yeah,” Rio called back, “come here.”

You followed his voice, and when you got to the back room--

--your heart stopped

Rio had converted the room into a home office

Your home office

You’d seen an office like this on an HGTV show one random Sunday evening and said how much you loved it

And Rio gave it to you

It was perfect

Better than the one you’d seen on TV

There were little additions and adjustments that you knew he’d orchestrated to better suit you

“Rio,” you whispered, eyes wide

He grinned

“The delivery guy just dropped this off,” he held up a custom made name plate, “right on time.” He placed it on the corner of your desk. “Perfect.”

“Rio,” you said again, your vision blurring as tears filled your eyes

“Aww,” he chuckled, walking over to you and gathering you in his arms, “don’t cry, baby girl.”

“This is... Rio, you... This is too much.”

“You like it?”

“I love it,” you pulled back, and he wiped at the corners of your eyes, “but it’s--this is too much, it’s perfect. God, you got everything I’ve ever wanted for a work space, just... How much did that cost?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged one shoulder, “I mean... how much does a smile cost? Or your laugh? How much does your kiss cost?” He smiled, holding your chin in his hand, “How much does your happiness cost? Cause if it’s for you, price ain’t ever an object. You know that.”

You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him, your body sinking into his

Rio always surprised you, and no matter how he said it or how he showed it

Those surprises were always products of his love for you

And they always would be

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Two Weeks (Miguel Galindo)

A/N: Tomorrow is my final and I think I’ve reached the point of a mental breakdown that you’re just numb to it. But no matter, positive thoughts all around and hoping my brain isn’t so mean anymore. But due to this, I needed a much needed distraction and finished part one of my Miguel mini series. He may be a little OOC, but I hope you all enjoy this lovely work of mine.

Everything is you, Snapshots, Misconstrued, and two requests will be posted within the next two weeks. 

Also may be adding Rio to my lovely writing list, we’ll see. 

This is my brain on procrastination, please forgive me. 

Love you all and I hope you lovelies are having an amazing week thus far!

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You couldn’t do this, you were at wits end. You wanted nothing more than to throw your work phone away as it constantly rang, constantly interfered with your life, sanity, sleep, and did you already say sanity? Just in case, your sanity. 

“If I ignore it, it never happened.” You looked at the clock and it was three in the morning, you had to be up in three hours to get ready for work to see this despicable man once more. 

The ringing stopped, a sigh of relief overtaking your body. Your eyes closed and yet again, it fucking rang.

“FUCK YOU MIGUEL GALINDO.”

You took a deep breath, gathering what remained of your sanity.

“Hello Mr. Galindo, what can I do for you at three in the morning?”

His chuckle rang across the phone, aggravating you more. “Ooh, Mr. Galindo? I’m in trouble, rightfully so. I apologize for calling you so early in the morning, but I’m in a bit of a conundrum.”

“Miguel, I am not picking you up from Alejandra’s place.”

“I gave Nestor the night off.” He argued.

“I’m technically off too you asshole!” You were one of the few who didn’t fear Miguel. You knew of his capabilities, but you figured you were far too valuable.

“Yes, I am fully aware of that, your nights are sacred. But you know I rarely call you on nights.” He countered.

“Correct that statement.”

“Anymore.” He corrected himself. 

“Miguel, why do you continue to meet this girl if you’re not interested in her?” Ever since his divorce with Emily two years ago, Miguel has been single and kept it that way. Which in hindsight was for the best. With the cartel, real estate, which he still headed with Emily, and the rebels, he had plenty of things to occupy his time. But you knew why he liked the causality of his relationship with Alejandra. 

No strings attached.

No questions.

No commitments.

It fit his lifestyle.

“Because, I have needs and you know, she’s easy on the eyes.”

You begrudgingly got out of bed and made sure to sigh loudly. Miguel chuckled, and you just cussed his name in the three languages you knew. 

“Stop cussing me out in your head. Are you coming to get me?”

“I get the day off.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Better cuddle up then.”

“Fine, but we’re having breakfast then you can have your day off.”

“No work talk during breakfast or the ride home.”

Miguel groaned. “Deal.”

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You sat across from Miguel at this diner in San Diego, your usual spot whenever you picked him up from Alejandra’s. Miguel rarely indulged himself or let his real self out due to his obligations as a cartel head. He had a reputation to maintain, his playful and joking nature was hardly in display. But whenever he let himself be free, it was easy to see why Emily fell for him. 

You didn’t, but you could acknowledge why your asshole of a boss could be charming.

You dedicated ten years to Miguel. He taught you the ins and outs of business along with his illegal activities. If he was ever indicted, you knew you would be a target as well. Miguel always tried to keep you out of the cartel side of things, but that proved to be difficult. 

Straight out of college, twenty-two years young with your English major in hand, you applied for Miguel’s assistant position. What was supposed to be an in between job before doing a Master’s program turned into ten years of unfulfillment. You learned much from Miguel. He forced you to learn how to become a business woman, to think like him. You were the brain that wasn’t attached to him. 

But you had to walk away.

You were thirty-two years old, with nothing to your name. You wanted to be something. You couldn’t be his assistant forever. As much as he was a pain, you enjoyed working with Miguel, but you could still enjoy his friendship without working with him.

“Do you think I should involve myself in a relationship again? It doesn’t look good for my image if I remain unattached.” Miguel broke you out of your thoughts.

“True, but if you remain single, less people to worry about. Personal relationships in your line of work is hardly ideal.” This constitutes as business talk, but you’ll let it slide. 

“You’re right, and this is why you’re my right hand.” Miguel knew that technically belonged to Marcus or even Nestor, but he never made a decision without your input. He was just used to it. 

“I wanted to speak to you about something.”

“Go for it.” Miguel gave his full attention to her. “Are you finally going to confess your undying love for me?”

You know she liked playful Miguel, but when he was being this obnoxious, she liked hardened, cartel boss Miguel.

“Right, should I stab you now or later?” You rolled your eyes making Miguel laugh. “I’m going to look for a new secretary.”

“Sure, you need help?” Miguel hardly argued with you. He trusted your judgment after all.

“No, I’m resigning.”

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“She has to be in love with me.” Miguel paced back and forth in his office, a few hours after your breakfast.

Nestor watched his boss and closest friend, amused by his suggestion.

“Y/N?” It’s not that Nestor couldn’t see you falling for Miguel, but, that wasn’t it. “You’ve said it yourself that she’s far too bright to remain your assistant forever.”

“That was just insanity talk, of course I expect her to stay by my side.” Miguel stopped in front of Nestor. “She quit right after she picked me up from Alejandra’s. She hated picking me up from there and she never got along with Emily.”

“All circumstantial. You know she cherishes her sleep, most likely the reason she was annoyed. Second, Emily was always a bitch to her.” Emily never liked you since she thought you undermined her with Miguel, which was far from the truth. Nestor witnessed a majority of your fights and it was hardly pretty. “All circumstantial.”

“No, she’s jealous. I know it. No matter, I can get rid of Alejandra.”

Nestor shook his head. He knew this day would come, you spoke to him about it quite often recently. But he didn’t think it would be too soon. He also knew Miguel wouldn’t handle it well. It was hard for him to trust anyone and the fact the person he trusted most was going to leave? 

Miguel was at the first stage, denial. 

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You drove up the driveway of Miguel’s home the next morning, Nestor greeting you by your car.

“You had to drop that bombshell and take the day off?” Nestor shook his head. He loved Miguel, he did, but yesterday was full of theories and bullshit he didn’t want to partake in.

“Well if you’re didn’t take the night off then I could have told him later that morning.” You retorted, glaring at your friend.

“You’re punishing me for taking a personal day?”

“I’m not punishing you, I didn’t think he was going to go overboard with the theories.” Nestor texted you every fucking thing that Miguel had said. It went from you having a secret family, secret boyfriend to being in love with him, which was what he settled with.

“To be fair, I said it was all circumstantial.”

“And it is.” You handed your purse to Nestor. “I’m posting the job later and see if we get any candidates that are,”

You paused. “We’ll see if we can find people that are trustworthy.” It wasn’t about skills. It wasn’t about degrees. It was about being trustworthy.

“How can you even determine that?”

“I have good intuition.”

“Right, forgot, you're psychic.” He teased her. 

“Fuck you,” you playfully pushed him.

Nestor opened the door for you and you walked in finding Marcus and Miguel sitting around in the living room.

“There she is,” Miguel greeted you, giving you a hug and kissing your cheek. “How are you?”

“Good,” you gave him an odd look. “You ready, we have a packed day today.”

All three men were looking at you and you gave them a questioning look.

“Am I missing something?” 

“I got you something.” Miguel smiled, taking your hand in his. He led you through the house to the garage and before entering he requested for you to close your eyes. “If you got me a car, I swear to god.”

“Wait, why, did you not want a new car?” Miguel frowned. Materialistic items usually appeased women, it definitely kept Emily’s temper at bay when it was directed at him. But he should know how you were by now. Materialistic items rarely impressed you. He found it odd that the little things he did for you was what left the most impression. He got you a rose gold bracelet for your birthday and while you were thankful, he could tell it didn’t impress you much. He brought you lunch from your favorite restaurant, and it was like he gave you the world. 

Why the fuck did he get you a damn car? 

“I’m not Emily, Miguel, you can’t just wave a shiny thing in front of me and I’ll change my mind.” You crossed your arms across your chest. “Did you get me a car?”

“No,” he closed the door. 

Nestor refrained from laughing while Marcus just chuckled.

“You already bought it, might as well let me see.” You nodded your head towards the door.

Miguel indulged you and opened the door. Your mouth dropped. “You got me a Range Rover?” It was your dream car, one that you were saving up for, and now you had it. But you weren’t staying. “As much as I want the car, it’s not going to work. I’ll be posting the job later on today.” You saw that Nestor closed the door as soon as you said that. 

“This is ridiculous, why do you want to quit? Am I not compensating you enough?” Miguel was frustrated. He didn’t want you to leave. How could you leave? He compensated you well. Always made sure you were well taken care of and to top it off, you were basically the closest confidant he had. He trusted you with his life, there was no way he could find anyone he trusted as much as you. 

“I told you, it’s for personal reasons.” You didn’t understand why you had to give him a reason. In any other job, personal reasons would suffice. 

But this was different.

You knew change was not something Miguel was a fan of, he was meticulous and hardly deviated from his normal. He had a schedule and strictly followed it. When the plans deviated, it greatly irritated him, but you always found a way to soften the blow so he wasn’t inconvenienced. 

“I think I warrant more than a generic answer.”

“Miguel, I’ve been your assistant for ten years now. It’s just time for me to move on professionally. I couldn’t possibly be your assistant forever.”

“Are you in love with me?”

He blurted it out so quickly that even he was surprised he did. Miguel hardly said anything without thinking of it, but you were an anomaly to him. He spoke before he thought of his words with you.

“No, absolutely not.” You laughed. “No offense, you’re a good looking guy, but I also know you, so no, I’m not interested.”

“Why not?” Miguel was slightly appalled by your rejection of the idea of being in love with him. Was he not worthy? He was a catch if he said so himself. 

“What? What do you mean why not? I’m not interested, simple as that.” You could tell your rejection affected Miguel. Not everyone fell to his feet, especially not you. “Look, now that we got that theory out of the way, want to try another? Why is it so hard to believe I just want a better career?”

“I can provide that for you.” 

“Miguel, what can I possibly do in your organization that would be a promotion? I swear to god, if you say executive assistant.”

“Come on querida, give me more credit than that.” Miguel chuckled. “You can handle the developmental projects around Santo Padre. You could be my development manager.”

“No, absolutely not, I would have to work with Emily. She already thinks we're sleeping together, the last thing I want to do is deal with Emily.” 

“Y/N, come on, I’m sure I can find something in my organization that can fulfill this desire you have.” Miguel was not comfortable with the thought of losing you. He wasn’t willing to accept it.

“Miguel, we have to move on some time, you’ll be fine. I will find the most eligible candidate for this job. I promise.” You gave him a hug. 

You needed to do this. You couldn’t stay in this job forever, you had to move on.

“Hand them over.”

“What?”

You stuck your hand out. “You got me the car, it would be rude to not take it.”

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“She’s in love with me, it's the only logical reason.” Miguel was sitting down on the couch by the pool, nursing the whiskey in his hand.

“Did she not say she wasn’t?” Nestor wasn’t sure why they were talking about this again when Miguel already spoke to you. 

“She’s hiding it.”

“Look, I’m going to ask this at the risk of being killed by you, but out of pure curiosity, are you hoping she’s in love with you so you can confess some deep secret you’ve kept from her?” 

“No, absolutely not, I’m not interested in her, but if it keeps her by my side, I can be with her.”

Nestor gave Miguel an incredulous look, chuckling at his friend’s terrible idea. Though, he couldn’t help, but play Devil’s Advocate.

“You know what, you should pursue her.”

“Now you see what I’m seeing. She wouldn’t be able to say no to me. I know her like the back of my palm.” 

Nestor had to refrain from chuckling. This was going to be a fun two weeks. 

[hibiscuswrites]

Anger 2. “Excuse me?”

Pairing: Rio x reader 

Warnings: Jealousy, mention of cheating 

Word count: 990

You smiled as Rio stepped in through the front door. He was home on time for once and that meant that he would be able to enjoy the dinner that you had made fresh and warm. You walked up slowly, giving him time to put down his things and kick off his shoes before you held out your arms. He smiled tiredly and stepping into your embrace, letting you hug and hold him.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too, mama.”

Separating, he went to take a shower while you finished up dinner and started serving. He was in a plain t-shirt and sweats when he came out, making a show of sniffing the hair and rubbing his tummy.

“Smells good babe.”

You grinned as you finished serving his plate. He had been having late nights almost every night for the past two weeks. It was always something that needed his attention and couldn’t be handled by anyone else. That meant more time away from home. Away from you. It had started weighing on you. You understood that what he did was demanding and unpredictable, but he always seemed to have some story about Beth.

About how naive she could be. About how much of a liability she could be. About how foolish and cocky she could be.

But also about how quickly she was learning.

How she caught on quick and showed promise. How she had more skill than he’d originally thought. How she may be a worthy addition to his workers after all.

It didn’t take long for you to get irritated. You barely got to spend time with him as it was, and now the time that you did have that should’ve been spent just talking about and with each other was masked by Beth. You had spoken about it, told him openly how you had felt. That you didn’t find it to be necessary and you would like him to stop. He had agreed, apologizing for making you feel that way and you thought that would have been the end of it. It had been, for a little while at least.

He had started up again this week and you had planned this dinner so that you could have a nice warm meal for him while you discussed your lives, apart from the good girls. Sitting down with your plates, you began to eat, bits of conversation thrown in here and here. You spoke about your new project that you were working on for the house and how Marcus was going to love it. He was agreeing and complimenting what you had already finished before he started to talk about her again.

“It’s just crazy. At first she just seemed like some silly little soccer mom and now she’s slowly starting to think more and more like a leader. I just hope that she-“

“Are you sleeping with her?”

You knew he wasn’t, but you couldn’t think of any other way to get him to see how serious of an issue this was for you. Your question cut him off mid-sentence and he slowly put down his fork, mouth still open as he raised his head, eyes locked on you.

“Excuse me?”

You sat back in your chair some, eyes on his.

“Are you sleeping with her?”

You repeated the question even though you knew well enough that he had heard you.

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, leaning back in his own chair as well.

“Now why would you ask me something like that?”

Now your appetite was gone. You tried to keep it together, not wanting your first dinner in two weeks to be consumed with an argument. Shaking your head you shrugged.

“Because I want to know. All you ever talk about is her. You’re around her all day and she sees more of you than I get to when you’re my fiancé. Then the time that we do have together, you spend it bringing her up. If we can’t even enjoy a nice dinner together without your mind going to her, what the fuck am I supposed to think?”

You had tried not to get angry but by the end, you had lost that battle.

“So you really think I would cheat on you with one of the Desperate Housewives? That’s how little you think of me?”

You stood from the table roughly, your dinner cold and forgotten as you headed to the living room, Rio hot on your heels.

“Nah, nah, if you wanna talk about it let’s talk about it.”

“Talk about it for what? So you can feed me the same line of bullshit saying that you’ll leave her name out of our home and then turn around and keep doing it?”

Rio sighed as he watched your shoulders sag. Taking a deep breath, he let you sit down before he came to stop in front of you, squatting down to place his hands on your knees and look up at you.

“I’m not cheating on you. I’ve never cheated on you and I never will. She’s just a piece of the puzzle. She’s someone that helps grow the empire so that I can give you the life you deserve. She’s like the little iron in monopoly. Not even. She’s the thimble.”

You were pissed off but you couldn’t help let out a small laugh. If there was one piece that Rio disliked the most it was the thimble. He grinned seeing you simmer down a little and he reached for your hands, taking them in his and bringing them up to his mouth to lay soft kisses to them.

“No more talking about her, no saying her name, nothing. She’s work and that’s where she’s gonna stay. I promise.”

You stayed looking at him, searching his eyes before nodding.

“Okay.”

He nodded along with you and smiled.

“Okay. Now let’s go heat up our cold ass dinner.”

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[imagineredwood]

2. Whiskey and moonlight 🌙 🥃

Pairing: Nestor Oceteva x reader 

Warnings: Sexual content, vaginal sex, talk of rough sex

Word count: 1.2K

***I also paired this drabble prompt with a request for “ Nestor smut, hot, hot smut. writers choice just no daddy “ ***

Your eyes fluttered open, your gaze on the fan spinning above you. Reaching to Nestor’s side of the bed, you found it empty and frowned. Casting a glance at the alarm clock you saw it was nearing three in the morning. He absolutely should have been home by now. He had called earlier in the night to say that he was going to be a little late, but this was different. You felt worry start to bubble in the pit of your stomach and climbed out of bed, the satin of your nightgown shimmering in the soft moonlight that slipped through the curtains. The house was quiet, no lights on and you started to make your way to the living room to see if he was maybe somewhere else in the house.

Your anxiety settled some as you saw him sitting on the couch. It was only a moment of relief though as you took in his surroundings. Lights off, TV off, alone in the dark with a bottle of whiskey in his right hand. You were used to finding him having a drink every now and then, but holding the entire bottle? Something had happened.

“Baby?”

He turned his head to face you as he heard your voice, a quiet curse under his breath.

“Hey. Sorry I haven’t come to bed.”

You accepted his apology as you made your way around the couch, your hand gliding over his shoulder as your eyes looked him over.

“It’s ok. Are you alright?”

Nestor nodded before taking a long swig from the bottle.

“I’m fine.”

He was being short and it was obvious. With a sigh, you took the bottle from his hand and placed it down onto the coffee table beside him before climbing onto the sofa next to him, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“You’re not. Talk to me.”

There were a few moments of silence before a deep grumble left Nestor’s chest.

“Mikey took me off from head of security. Put in Marcus instead.”

You looked at him blankly for a minute, eyes blinking as you tried to digest what you had just heard.

“What do you mean he took you off head of security? That’s…that’s what you’ve always done.”

Nestor didn’t’ verbally respond, but his eyes did. There were waves of emotion there, blistering anger and anguish battling for first place. You sighed and hugged him tightly. You were not going to ask why, though you were almost positive it had something to do with Emily getting hurt at the church that night. You consciously kept your mouth shut about your own personal feelings toward that and instead made sure to focus your attention on Nestor.

“Well. Fuck ‘em. You’ve had his back longer than anyone. You’ve been there since day one. You deserve better. Maybe this is a blessing.”

Nestor nodded but you could see that he was still boiling. Pulling away from him, you removed yourself from his lap, your body upright as you stood before him. With nimble fingers, you reached down for the hem of your nightgown and lifted the satin up and off your body. Nestor’s eyes were trained on you as you stripped down, your panties now gone as well, stepping out of them, and pushing them away with your foot.

He looked over your bare body, the moonlight on your curves making you look like a goddess in a painting. Your skin was bathed in soft light with every contour and shadow magnified. He finally managed to bring his eyes off your naked body and instead lock them with yours. The expression you wore was warm and inviting.

“Take it out on me. Whatever you want, we’ll do it. You can have me any way you want to. Let me help you.”

Nestor stayed looking at you for a moment before slowly standing from the sofa, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

The complete absence of hesitation in your answer sealed the deal for him and he nodded before reaching over and grabbing one of the pillows from the couch. Tossing it down onto the floor in front of him, he commanded.

“Knees.”

You got down quickly, unable to hide your small smile at the fact that even in a time where he was angry and betrayed, your comfort and wellbeing came first. With your knees cushioned on the pillow, you watched as he unbuckled his pants and pulled himself out, stroking himself right in front of your face. His shoulders were tight and tense, frustration visible on his body and you leaned forward to press gentle kisses to the very tip of him.

Nestor groaned low, continuing to stroke himself while you kissed any part of exposed skin you could get your mouth on. You kissed and licked, your warm breath heightening his senses, and then suddenly he was grabbing the top of your arm, pulling you to stand back up despite the confusion on his face.

“I haven’t even blown you yet.”

He chuckled softly and while it was not your goal, you were happy that you had at least gotten him to smile.

“Don’t worry about it. Just lay down.”

He motioned to the sofa and you did as he asked, laying down flat on your back, looking up at him as he undressed himself hurriedly. His usual neatness and organization were out of the window as he simply flung his clothes onto the ground, piece by piece until he was just as naked as you. He climbed on top of you then, his body hovering as he held himself up above you. He already looked slightly more relaxed, but it wasn’t enough for you. You reached up and traced your fingers along his jaw softly.

“Fuck me hard.”

Telling him twice was not necessary. Reaching down, he shoved your thighs apart wider and grabbed himself, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“You always have such a dirty mouth.”

All he got in return was a smirk that quickly vanished as he plunged himself inside of you. He stayed still for a handful of seconds, letting you adjust to the stretch before he resumed, his pace hard just like you asked. Your body jolted up from the force, your hands gripping at his shoulders as you took everything he gave you.  Bringing your legs up, you wrapped them around his waist, your knees tucked against his sides as you clung to him.

“God, you feel so good Nes.”

He grunted in return and let one of his hands drop down to your leg, hooking behind your knee and hiking it up higher. He sunk into you even deeper, leaving you seeing stars as he pounded you into the sofa. Your panting and moaning were all that could be heard, save for the sound of his hips hitting the backs of your thighs. Out of all the sexual encounters the two of you have had, a random one in the middle of the night on the couch next to a bottle of whiskey was a new one. You could see Nestor’s grip starting to falter, his arms weakening slightly, and you placed your hands on his shoulders to halt him.

“Let me ride you. I know you must be tired.”

He hesitated for a moment before he nodded, sitting up some to let you up as well. You switched then, him sitting on the couch as you climbed into his lap and sunk down on him, both of you moaning at the new angle and feeling. Tomorrow you would both talk in the morning and have a true conversation, but right now you were simply going to ride him until working was the absolute last thing on his mind.

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Miguel Galindo Nestor Oceteva and Reader

18+ smut , threesome, polyamorous relationship , fluff, living together

Living Arrangements ( Part One)@my-rosegold-soul

You woke up that morning with the bed to yourself. It must be later than usual because normally at least one of your men was there beside you in the linen blankets that felt like a hug. You stretched and pulled on your robe slowly and tied it over your black silk pajama tank top and matching bottoms. Then you went tot he kitchen to get coffee. Your American Staffordshire puppy Wolf was crunching on his kibble on the corner of the room. You found your coffee mug and poured some adding a little caramel syrup to the hot liquid from the pot . Then you sat down at the table and then heard footsteps behind you. Your turned when you smelled his familiar cologne. Versace Eros was Miguel’s scent of choice most days and you smelled it now. “ Good morning munequita.” You smiled . “ Good morning daddy, you smell good today.”

“ Thank you .” He had a deep blue button down shirt on over some dark wash jeans in the house that was unbuttoned just below his Adam’s apple. “ I like when you’re not all buttoned up Miguel.” You kissed his lips .

“ Is Nestor out taking care of business or is this his day off?” “ I sometimes forget that he has those and gets away for a few days from life here.”

“ He had some errands to do with Marcus for me and he said something about going to get a little trimmed off his braids. Something about split ends or conditioner I forget .”

“ I see, well then it’s just you and I . I don’t have to be at the clinic today so you have my undivided attention.”

Miguel looked at you and then gently ran a hand up your thigh under the table . It was bare under the short pajama bottoms that you wore and you felt his fingers moving up higher to where your most sensitive area was. Then you felt one of his fingers enter you slowly and move around in circles. “ Oh my”, you said softly. “ Some one is being dangerous today .”

His eyes darkened, “ You know and you love it , you’re wet for me baby.”

“ I haven’t had just you in a while, my body missed you .”

“ Then maybe I need to refresh your memory.” He lifted you up off the chair you were sitting in and placed your ass on the cold marble of the kitchen counter. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and after taking your pajama bottoms down and your red lace thong panties down slowly just entered you right there. He was both hot and gentle as he did what he wanted to you .

You were taken over the edge a few times. “ Now I need a bath after this.” You said as you caught yiur breath.

“ Make it a shower and I’ll scrub your back.” Miguel smacked your ass lightly.

“ Well a shower it is but wear those jeans after it. Your ass looks incredible in them. You gently smacked his in return.”

He picked you up over his shoulder. “ Deal as long as you wear my purple.”

“ Of course anything for my cartel guapo.” Then you kissed him .

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No One Has to Know- Part 3

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Angel confronts Bishop about his gift to you.

Warnings: Mentions of torture

A/N: Its finally here!

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Part 2

Bishop could barely keep this secret anymore. Every time you would pop up at the club, he wanted to envelope you in his arms, but he had to settle for the little hugs you would give him time to time.

Then, he wanted to strangle every man hitting on you. One day when he was riding by, he saw Nestor flirting with you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He almost ran Nestor over that day. Calling on his primo, Marcus, he had him speak to Miguel, because he didn’t want any cartel member near his baby girl and in no way did his personal life need to mix with business.

And he almost killed Angel on multiple occasions as well. It’s obvious he could see the love Angel has for you, but the lust was just as clear and too much for Bishop to handle. The way his eyes would roam over your body, or how he would grab your ass when he walked past you, or when he came to the club in a good mood because you got him right that morning.

Everything would set Bishop off. Only Hank and Taza could calm him down and that was getting harder now. He could feel his resolve breaking down. He wanted your mom to tell you, but as each day passed it looked like it would be him.

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While Bishop was struggling with keeping the truth from you, Angel was struggling with the idea that Bishop was trying to steal his girl.

It seems that every time Bishop was around you, he was up in your face. Checking on you a little too much, asking about you more than any other woman associated with the club, taking you on your first bike ride, teaching you how to dance, and in general just giving Angel shit.

Angel decided he wasn’t gonna take anymore when he caught something inside of your helmet. There was an inscription that said, ‘Para mi preciosa,’ (For my precious). He knew you haven’t seen it, because you would automatically ask him did he know about it. Taking your helmet, he got on his bike and headed for the scrap yard.

On a mission, Angel didn’t even respond to Chucky when he greeted him. He just brushed past the man and searched for his target. He found Bishop at a table with Riz, Tranq, and Creeper playing cards.

“Hey Bis, can I speak with you?”

Bishop look up at Angel and could tell he was irritated. “After this hand.” He told him, not wanting to deal with whatever drama Angel was caught up in.

“I was hoping it could be now. It’s kinda serious.”

Bishop slammed down his cards. “Is it kinda serious or is it serious?”

“Serious. It’s about Y/N.” The flash of worry that crossed Bishop’s face confirmed his suspicions that something was going on.

The two of them went to sit at the bar. “What’s going on Angel?”

He couldn’t find the words, so he threw your helmet in Bishop’s direction. “What the hell is this? ‘Para mi preciosa?’ You trying to make a move on my girl?”

Bishop didn’t mean for Angel to find that. Well, not now at least. He thought the secret would be out by now. “No one’s trying to take your girl, Angel.” Bishop left it at that and tried to walk away.

“Then explain the inscription.” Angel stopped his retreat.

“It’s none of your fucking business.” Now they attracted everyone’s attention. They were standing toe to toe in the middle of the room.

“No fuck that! You’ve been giving her too much attention for too fucking long! You need to step off!”

Bishop knew Angel was just protecting his, but he couldn’t tolerate the disrespect. “Or what?”

That did it. Angel threw the first swing and Bishop tackled him. They were so busy fighting that they didn’t notice you yelling at them.

You were about to pull Bishop off Angel, but what he said stopped you in your tracks.

“She’s my fucking kid! Y/N’s my daughter!”

“What?” As quiet as you were, Angel and Bishop heard you. They clambered over each other trying to get to you.

“Mija, follow me.” He guided you to the famed Templo. Angel tried to follow, but Hank stopped him. “Let them work it out first.”

“I thought only Mayans were only allowed in here.” You ran your fingers against the carved table.

“Exceptions can be made for Mayan royalty.”

You raised your eyebrow at him. You always wanted to be an honorary member, but princess could work too. “Be careful. Give me an inch and I’ll be your first patched female member. Kutte and all.”

“I don’t doubt that. Come sit, mija.” He patted the seat next to him.

Bishop practiced this speech multiple times, but now the words were stuck in his throat.

All the times you’ve been around Bishop, you’ve never seen him so unwillingly quiet. You took mercy on him and squeezed his hand. “You’re him, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“You’re the guy my mom always used to warn me about. She used to tell me about the guy who almost ruined her life as a cautionary tale.”

Bishop lit his cigarette and took a drag. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, but I always thought she was a coward.” Bishop furrowed his brows at your confession. “Why is that?”

“Because whenever she would talk about you, no matter how much venom and disdain she had in her voice there was a twinkle in her eye. Her love for you would shine through. Although not as bright as it did in the past, I suspect. I’m pretty sure you being from the wrong side of the tracks caused her to drop you thus cowardice. Her need for people’s approval cost her you and our relationship.” As you went on Bishop could see you get riled up even more reminding him of his own temper. To get you to calm down, Bishop wrapped you in his arms.

This hugs weren’t like hugs in the past. This hug was full of love and longing. This hug had a tinge of grief for the lost time between father and daughter.

You pulled back some when you felt some of Bishop’s tears on your face. “Are you crying?”

“Yeah, I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.”

“How long have you known?” You asked wiping away his tears. “I suppose for a while, but I confirmed it a little before your graduation party.”

You remember seeing Bishop talk to your mom the night of the party. She always hated him, but that night you saw a flash of fear in her eyes when she was talking to him. Guess the cat was out of the bag.

While you and Bishop were having your reunion, everyone else was making fun of Angel freaking out. “Dating the president’s daughter, who would’ve thought?” Gilly nudged him on the way to the pool table.

“That’s the least of his worries. Bishop and Alvarez are more like brothers than cousins. So, he’s dating el presidente’s daughter and el padrino’s niece. One fuck up and…pow!” Coco made his fingers into a gun and pointed it at Angel.

“Shut the fuck up, you two.” EZ brought everyone a beer. “Thank you, lil bro.” At least Angel had one person on his side. “They won’t shoot him first. It’ll definitely be torture first.”

Angel tried to swing at his brother, but EZ ducked and tackled him. They ended up wrestling with each other. Neither one grabbing the upper hand.

The brothers were in a jumble of limbs on the ground when you and Bishop finally left Templo. “You sure you wanna be with that idiot?” The president pointed at Angel on the floor in a headlock. “Get these steroid arms off of me, Ezekiel! You’re like some sick creation of Syd from Toy Story!”

“Yeah, I’m sure. He’s my idiot.” Even in a headlock Angel was adorable.

Eventually, the Reyes brothers sensed yours and Bishop’s presence and stopped their wrestling. Angel stood still as Bishop walked up to him. “If you ever hurt her, I’m gonna cut you into pieces, bury you in a fucking hole and piss in it.”

“Told you, torture.” EZ boasted to Coco and Gilly.

“Shut up, Prospect.” Angel and Bishop ordered him at the same time.

There was more talk about how Bishop would torture and desecrate Angel’s body if he ever hurt you. Being the daughter of a biker president sounded violent but oddly comforting.

“And definitely no sex at the clubhouse. Keep that shit at home and away from me.”

Forgetting where you were at the moment, you blurted out,  “So that Templo thing is a no go?”

“What Templo thing, Angel?” Bishop questioned, ready to fuck Angel up again.

Angel’s eyes widened at you and you gave him a sheepish shrug, apologizing for your blabber mouth. “Nothing, Bis.”

“Keep it that way.” Bishop poked Angel in the chest.

Your phone started ringing and the name on the screen put you in a trance. Finding out that Bishop is your biological father is great, but it’s a whole lifetime too late. And of course, you loved the man who raised you, but you also missed out on a lot with Bishop and that was because of one person.

The phone finally stopped ringing and you went straight to your car. “Querida?” Angel called out to you, but you ignored him.

“Follow her, pendejo!” Bishop pushed Angel while grabbing his own keys.

“Where is she going?” Angel ran out the door and to his bike. “To the person who just lied to her for her whole life,” Bishop snapped on his helmet and revved up his bike. “Her mother.”

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ohhhhhh what would bre's boys do if their kid(s) overheard an argument and thought they were gunna get a divorce

Billy Russo: When your son looks up from his homework and asks, his voice low, “are you and Mom gonna get a divorce?”, Billy’s heart shatters. “No,” he answers immediately, sitting at the table next to him, “your Mom and I are just in a fight right now.” Your son nods, looking back down at his work. “Is it about me?” “No,” Billy shakes his head, “we’re not fighting about you; you’re perfect.” He spends the rest of the evening sitting with your son, helping him with his homework, and when you come out of the room, he gets up and kisses you. “I’m sorry,” he says, his lips just inches from yours, “I love you.” Both of those things were phrases Billy never thought he would say before he met you, before he had a family, but now--he would put away his pride to keep his family whole. 

Logan Delos: Your daughter walked into the living room where you and Logan were ignoring each other with her Delos tablet in her hand. Wordlessly, she set it up for a presentation. “If Mommy and Daddy get divorced” was the title, and she cleared her throat as she stood in front of it. “Um...” You said, eyes wide. “What is this, princess?” Logan asked. “I made a project about how bad things would be if you and Mommy get divorced.” “Oh, baby,” you sigh, going over to hug her, “We’re not getting a divorce.” Logan got up and hugged you both. “I would never leave my girls,” he promised, and when you looked over at him, you could tell that he meant it. 

Jax Teller: Jax hated arguing with you, and he especially hated arguing with you in front of the boys, but that’s what ended up happening. You were in the kitchen, angry cooking, and Jax was about to go for a ride on his bike to clear his head when he heard his sons talking. “Don’t cry,” Thomas said, his voice low, “even if Daddy and Mommy get a divorce, we’ll still be a family.” “But I don’t want Daddy to leave,” your little boy sighed. Jax stopped in his tracks. Without another word, he turned around and marched into the kitchen. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you to him in a crushing kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing him back, only pulling away when you heard the kids giggling around the corner. “See,” Thomas said as they ran off, “told you so!”

Coco Cruz: Coco hated seeing his daughter cry. He’d gotten a call from the school that she was upset and needed to be picked up, and when he walked into the office, she was still crying quietly. He kneeled down next to her. “Mi amor, what’s wrong?” “I don’t want you and Mami to get divorced,” she sobbed into his shirt. Coco swallowed. You’d been arguing lately, but Coco didn’t know your daughter knew. “Hey,” he pulled back a bit, “look at me. Your mother and I are in love. We’re never gonna get divorced, okay? I know we’ve been fighting, but people who are in love...fight sometimes, alright? But we still love each other, and we love you.” He wipes her tears and makes a mental note to himself to be calmer tonight when he talks with you. 

Angel Reyes: When Angel walks in the door, his son, wearing a t-shirt that says “Guapo Como Mi Tio” and no pants runs up to him and starts punching him in the knees. “Whoa, mijo, what’s up?” Angel asks, looking down at him. “You made mi Mami cry,” his son says angrily, “bad Daddy!” Angel sighs, his heart breaking. He left to clear his head after your argument, and he hadn’t realized how upset you were. He picked your son up, blocking little fists aimed at his face. “I’m sorry, papi,” Angel said, “I didn’t mean to make Mommy cry.” He knocked on the bedroom door before going in. You were in the bed, wiping at your eyes. “Can we come in?” Angel asked. He was answered with your watery smile, and he climbed into bed with you, kissing you as he held your son. “I’m sorry I left,” he said as your baby boy hugged you both, “I won’t do it again.” And he didn’t. Ever. 

Miguel Galindo: Miguel tried not to do it often, but every now and then, when your daughter was being secretive, he had to read her diary. She’d been moody and quiet lately, and it didn’t help that you and Miguel weren’t seeing eye to eye, so he snuck into her room and read her diary. You were sitting by the pool, reading, when Miguel approached you. You sighed, gearing up for a fight, but Miguel simply sat next to you. “She thinks we might get divorced,” he said quietly. You didn’t need to ask who ‘she’ was. He reached for your hand, and you took his. “I’m sorry, mi amor,” he said, looking over at you with those deep, dark eyes, “I don’t want to fight any more. I don’t want our daughter to be afraid that we’re going to break up... I’m sorry,” he turned to you, “what can I do to fix this?”

Nick Amaro: “If you and Mommy get divorced, what happens to me?” Your son asked as he sat on Nick’s lap. It was storytime, and that was the last thing Nick expected him to say. “What?” “Tommy, in my class, his parents got divorced and now he lives with his Mommy only and he doesn’t get to see his Daddy a lot...” Your son answered. Nick hugged him. “Me and your mom aren’t going to get divorced,” he answered, “I know we got into an argument tonight, and I’m sorry that you heard it, but everything is okay.” He read him an extra story that night, sat with him until he fell asleep, and then stood up and went to make things up with you. 

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny came back from surfing, hoping you were no longer mad at him. But when he walked in the house, you and your daughter were on the floor in the living room, and she was sitting in your lap as you wiped your tears. “It was just a little argument,” you were saying, “we’re not going to get divorced, baby.” Johnny’s heart shattered. He sank down onto the floor next to you, swallowing hard. “Hey,” he said, voice soft, “look at me, baby girl.” She did. “I love you and your mom more than anything in the world, and I would never EVER leave you, okay?” She nodded, sniffling. Johnny leaned over and kissed her forehead before leaning up and kissing you. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said easily, “I’m sorry.”

Rio: Rio wasn’t sure if he was giving you the cold shoulder, or vice versa, but either way--things in the house were tense. He was getting ready for bed, contemplating sleeping in the guest room, when your son walked into the bathroom. He sat on the closed toilet bowl and looked up at Rio. “Are you and Mommy gonna get divorced?” He asked. Rio stopped and looked down at him. “Marcus said when you and Ms. Rhea stopped talking, that’s when things get bad.” Rio paused, looking down at the child he created with the woman of his dreams. “We’re not getting divorced, papa,” he said, leaning down and picking his son up, “and you know what... You’re right. I need to talk to Mama.” And he did. That night, after he tucked his son into bed, Rio held you to him and talked things out with you, because he never wanted his son to think your marriage would end ever again. 

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Guess who's got (even more) the hots for Rio now? *wink,wink* Can I please request a super fluffy headcanon?Rio falls for yn, whose kid is the new friend of Marcus. they met on the playground one day, her kid and Marcus become inseparable and he's just beyond smitten (she's a single mo, the kids dad didn't want anything to do with them ) which only makes Rio go 1000000% overdrive on protective. what do you think?

This was so cute I can’t stand it  🥺

He loves taking Marcus to the park 

He loves being able to spend time with his son 

To bond and watch him play and be free 

He always keeps an eye though, of course 

So he notices pretty quickly when Marcus is suddenly playing with a new girl

He hasn’t seen the kid around before so he knows the children haven’t met before but that doesn’t stop the two from happily interacting 

Rio watches as Marcus hands the smaller girl his soccer ball for her to play with 

She seems confused and Rio smiles warmly as he watches his son take the ball back and then put it down, showing the little girl as he kicks it softly 

And then they’re off, running around and kicking the ball back and forth, the laughter audible to Rio from the bench he’s sitting on 

He watches as the little girl loses her footing and trips, falling down onto the mulch 

Marcus quickly kneels down and starts to dust her off and help her up, a woman now walking toward the children 

She smiles warmly at Marcus and kneels down, patting him on the shoulder and Rio realizes that it’s the little girl's mom

They have the exact same face, almost like a clone and Rio stands himself to head over himself 

You look up as he nears, smiling yourself while he does the same 

“Hi.” 

“Hi.” 

“Mom, this is Marcus! He’s my new friend!” 

You grinned and nodded, waving to the boy as he does the same, introducing Rio to your daughter and telling him her name

Now with the children's intros done, Rio holds his own hand out to you with a warm smile 

“I’m Chris. Nice to meet you.” 

You tell him your name and he’s looking at you intently, thinking that you’re stunning 

He looks down at your daughter and then squats in front of her

“You ok, lil mama?”

She nods quickly and then looks back to Marcus

“He helped me.”

Rio nods and rubs his sons back 

“I saw. I’m happy you’re ok.” 

The children run off to play together once again and Rio stands back up both of you watching the children play, you and him standing side by side this time 

“You guys new here or...”

You don’t go into too much detail but explain that you’ve lived near, you just moved recently to a nicer place 

You make small talk until you check your watch, knowing that you need to get home and start dinner 

You both round up your kids and they hug each other goodbye, holding on tight as you and Rio smile at the sight 

You wave bye to him and he does the same, walking away as you both hold your children’s hands 

“See you around.” 

And you do 

You make it a habit, the children meeting up every day the rest of that week, running and playing while you and Rio make small talk 

That Thursday, he shoots his shot as you’re all saying goodbye again 

“Maybe we could get coffee or something tomorrow?”

Your smile has his heart beating just a little faster, your nod exciting him

“Yeah, sure. Maybe in the afternoon?”

And it’s a date now, even though neither of you is calling it that

You exchange numbers and make plans, both of you excited when the times comes 

You meet up, alone since the kids are still in school

You sit together, talking and laughing and slowly getting to know each other more and more 

When he learns that you’re doing everything on you own, he can’t help but feel a little more drawn to and protective of you 

“So he’s not in the picture at all?”

You shake your head sadly, looking down at your coffee 

“Nope. He wanted nothing to do with me once I got pregnant. Just sends a check and that’s it.” 

Rio scoffs and you nod in agreement 

“Obviously it makes things much harder without having the help but it’s not even about me. I just wish he would’ve stuck around for her. She deserves to have a dad. All kids do.” 

And Rio’s mind is made up then 

He’s not going to try and take that place or fill that void because he knows that’s not realistic at the moment with how early things are 

But he also knows that he’s stuck on you and that both of you deserve to have a male figure around that you can count on 

That you can feel safe with 

That can help you both feel protected 

And while he doesn’t want to push you, he’s not really prepared to let you or your daughter struggle if he can help 

His mind is already made up and he speaks before he can lose the nerve 

“Well, anything you need, I’m here. If you need help with something in the house or you need to get out and have a break. If you need to talk. If you feel unsafe. Whatever. I’m here. That includes your princess too.” 

And if Rio’s not mistaken, he can see some tears gathering in your eyes as you look at him with a smile 

“I haven’t had anyone treat me this nicely in a long time.” 

And while you just mean it as a thank you, it seals the deal in Rio’s mind 

He’s gonna be there for you and your daughter, to help you both have a better life

And if it develops into something more along the way, he most definitely ain’t gonna complain 

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6. Books and cabins📖🏞

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x reader 

Warnings: None 

Word count: 607

There was silence then as both you and Miguel gazed out of the large cabin window, watching as the snowflakes fell. It was not heavy snow, but just enough to make it look like something out of a fairytale. The ground outside was covered in snow as were the mountains ahead, stretching on for as far as your eyes could see. You were not too far away from home, only in the mountains a couple of states up, but the sight was so different from California, it looked like you were in a different country all together. The crisp white snow capping the mountains and creating a fluffy layer on the ground. Outside the cabin it was frigid but inside, it was one of the coziest places you had ever been. The smooth walls looked warm on their own with the tawny color of the cedar wood. A large fluffy rug in the living room with the most comfortable chairs you had ever sat in.

There were windows everywhere, giving you a gorgeous view of the snow and mountains no matter where in the cabin you went. The kitchen was to die for, but your favorite spot so far had been in the upstairs den. It was a relatively small room with a fireplace and a corner constructed right by the large crystal-clear window made just for reading. There was even a small selection of books there already, but you had brought your own.

After a hellish week of DEA raids and endless questioning, Miguel had decided that you were both going to take a vacation. No Dita, no Marcus. Just you and him, with a few of his best guards. They stayed away though and you felt like you and Miguel truly were there alone. It was an unfamiliar yet welcomed feeling.

“Like the view, princesa?”

You smiled as Miguel inquired, his arms coming to wrap around your waist as he came up behind you. He rested his cheek against the side of your head, smiling himself as you nodded.

“It’s gorgeous, Miguel.”

The kiss he pressed to your shoulder was softer than the snow and you turned in his arms, wrapping your own around him.

“I think I’m gonna go read.”

Miguel kissed your lips then, slow and passionate before pulling away and nodding.

“Oh, mi vida. Let’s go then.”

You were walking away from the window with your husband then, hand in hand as you made your way upstairs to sit in your prospective chairs. Miguel had chosen the grey one as his and had given you the beige one. Sitting down and settling into the chairs, you both leaned back and grabbed your books, reading in silent peace. Your legs were crossed over to lay on the side of Miguel’s arm rest, his fingers absentmindedly tracing over the tops of your feet as he continued to read his own book, the snow still falling as you spoke.

“Thank you for bringing us here. I didn’t know how much I was going to enjoy this with how plain it is but it’s great.”

“I wanted to give you something different. Not the usual city lights or extravagant landmarks. I just wanted to let you relax and have time to yourself where you can be happy.”

His words held a certain romance to them that you were not sure he was even aware of. You were aware though and with a twinkle in your eyes, you reached over to hold his hand.

“I love you, Miguel.”

He grinned and left a gentle kiss to your knee before sitting back up straight.

“I love you too.”

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