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Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, unprotected sex, some angsty feelings

Word Count: 3.3k

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Last call had come and gone. You were doing some catchup on supply orders and prepping things for the next day behind the bar, all of your employees gone for what little was left of the night before it faded into morning. You left the music on while you sat at the bar, switching to a playlist that had a slower mix, something to help wind down at the end of the night by yourself. You kept the volume low, and it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the sound of the door creaking open. You flicked your eyes up from your laptop, body tense, but you didn’t have time to go on the defensive, jaw dropping slightly when you saw Nestor and the state he was in.

“Jesus,” you jumped up and went over to him, “Nestor, what the fuck happened?”

“Um,” he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, “car accident.”

“We need to get you to a fucking hospital,” you eyed the gashes on his face and arms.

“No,” his expression softened when he saw the worry on your face, “please.”

“Let me patch you up?” you felt like you were choked up with a million emotions, and there was nothing else that you could offer him other than that.

He didn’t know why he hesitated before nodding. He knew that that was exactly why he had shown up. He could’ve gone to a hospital, he could’ve called Miguel or Marcus, but he didn’t. The only thing he could think to do in the wake of it all was find you. He missed the feeling of being taken care of and you were the only person who had made him feel like that. You let out a sigh of relief at his agreement and went to lock the front door of the bar. You waved for him to follow you back to your office. You shut the door behind you before getting the first aid kit out of the bottom of your desk.

Nestor leaned back, sitting slightly on the edge of your desk as he watched you. You slowly and carefully started cleaning out his cuts. Worry still clouded your mind, but the reality that existed outside of the small moment the two of you were in started to creep back in.

“Galindo can’t afford to give you health insurance so you can go see a real doctor when stuff like this happens?” you tried to hide your feelings with a smart remark.

He managed what he could of a smile as you cleaned out the deep cut above his eye, “Maybe I just trust you more.”

You rolled your eyes, “Maybe you shouldn’t,” you saw the blood soaking through parts of his sleeves and shirt. You tugged lightly at the hem of it, “Take this off.”

He winced as he undid the buttons and shrugged the shirt down off of his shoulders. None of the cuts were deep enough to need stitches, thankfully. But he was going to be very sore in the morning. You set about wiping away the dried blood that was caked over his tattoos. You could feel his eyes glued to you as you did and it made your face get hot.

“If you’d called ahead, I would’ve had all this stuff out and ready for you,” you made a point not to look him in the eye as you tended to a cut on his shoulder, “But I guess that’d be pretty tough for you to do these days.”

His heart dropped into his stomach. He should’ve known better than to think that you weren’t going to notice, weren’t going to find out. He didn’t know what to say about it, though. He hated everything about it, but saying that wasn’t going to make anything better for either of you. He watched your expression shift even though you weren’t meeting his eyes.

“Y/N, I—”

“It’s fine,” you didn’t want to hear whatever explanation he was going to try to come up with, whatever apology he was quickly brainstorming. It wasn’t going to change anything.

“No, it’s not.”

You sighed, shrugging as you wiped off another smear of blood from his neck, “Yea, well, it is what it is, right?” Both of you fell silent after that, and once he was cleaned and bandaged up, you stepped back with a sigh to admire your work. “Keep an eye on this one,” you lightly traced your thumb beneath the gash on his forehead.

“Will do. Thank you.”

When you went to pull your hand away, he placed his over it to stop you. You could’ve easily slipped out of his grip, but you didn’t really want to. You missed him, even if you didn’t want to admit it. He traced his fingers over yours, freezing when he felt the ring on your finger. He knew that it’d been a long time since he saw you, but surely it couldn’t have been that long. He pulled your hand off of his face, looking at it skeptically before making his eyes meet yours. He wanted to ask, but he knew that it really wasn’t his place to do so anymore.

“It’s fake,” you knew exactly what he was thinking, “I mean. The rock is real,” you chuckled, “But I just wear it because it helps keep some of the creeps at bay.”

He nodded, unable to pretend that it wasn’t a relief, “Right.”

“It’s not as effective as having you sitting there glaring at everyone who walks into the bar,” you managed a laugh, “But it works alright I guess.”

He smiled, ignoring the pain radiating throughout his body, “Glad to hear it.”

“You got a way to get home?”

He looked at you, “You offering?”

You chuckled, absentmindedly running your thumb along his forehead, “Offering you a ride back to your home, yea.”

He shook his head, “I’ll be alright,” he paused, “Do I get to ask you how work is going?”

“Do I get to ask you how work is going?”

“You know.”

Your laugh was devoid of any humor, “Do I?”

“I’m here,” he gestured to your office, “like this,” he gestured to himself, “after months of not seeing you, not hearing…” his voice trailed off for a moment, “How do you think things are going?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but stopped yourself. Running your mouth to Galindo was one thing, but you had no interest in hurting Nestor, especially not when he came to you like this.

He caught the way you almost spoke up, though, “What?” his voice was soft.

You shook your head, “Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

You tried to come up with a cover for yourself so you didn’t say what you were actually thinking, but you just couldn’t quite hack it, “You didn’t have to go back,” the softness in your voice irritated you but you couldn’t help it.

He sighed, “It’s not—”

“I know,” you didn’t want to keep hearing how it just wasn’t that simple, wasn’t that easy. Just because it was true didn’t mean that you had any better of a time accepting it, “Trust me, I fucking know,” your quiet tone negated the harsh nature of your words as you leaned in, resting your forehead against his against your better judgment. You took a deep breath, letting your eyes shut, “This isn’t how I wanted to see you again, you know.”

The laugh he let out was filled with exhaustion, “I know.”

“I hate having to act like I don’t miss you just to keep what’s left of my sanity.”

He rested his hands on your hips, pulling you closer so you were positioned between his legs, “I miss you too.”

You shut your eyes tight, trying to fight back the tears. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You let him hold you, resting your head in the crook of his neck. Heat radiated off of his bare chest, seeping through the fabric of your shirt. He still felt like home and you weren’t sure if you loved it or hated it. It wasn’t quite like picking up where you left off—it felt heavier now. But it still felt safe.

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple and waited, trying to see if you were about to pull away. When you didn’t, he gently tilted your head and kissed your forehead, then moving to your cheek. You knew that you should stop him, but you couldn’t. You placed your hand on the side of his face and pressed your lips to his. It wasn’t until that moment that you realized just how lonely you’d been feeling. Sure, you’d been busy, but you’d been busy on your own, something that wouldn’t have bothered you in your life before Nestor. Instantly he wrapped his arms tighter around you. you draped your arms around his neck, melting into him as his lips moved against yours.

With one quick motion he pushed himself off of the desk, spinning and setting you on top of it instead. His hands roamed, touching anywhere they could over the fabric of your blouse and skirt, desperate for anything he could have after so long going without.

“Nestor…” there was a trace of hesitancy in your voice.

He knew that tone, knew that you were about to try and do the right thing. One of you should, and it wasn’t going to be him. He was selfish, though. “Please,” he pulled his lips off of your neck just long enough to mutter out the word, one syllable packed with so many emotions.

The plea made you feel better about giving in, like you were doing him a favor when in reality it was just as much for you as it was for him. Knowing it was going nowhere good, you let him push your skirt up and pull your panties down. He quickly undid his pants and pulled you closer to him. Your breathing became unsteady as you hooked your legs around his waist. He pushed into you and you both instantly let out a moan. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, your breathing ragged as you focused on how it felt to have him inside you again. He grasped onto your hips, nails digging into you as he slowly began to thrust into you. You heard his cursing under his breath and it was music to your ears.

Your hands roamed all over his skin, feeling every cut, bump, and scar. You closed your eyes as you tried to memorize it all, the roadmap of his body and the way that he felt pressed so close to yours. It all felt so fast, rushed, and you wished you had more time. The two of you never seemed to have enough time.

The last thing his battered body needed was your nails raking down his back, but you couldn’t stop yourself. He didn’t seem to care, either, based off the moan that rumbled deep in his throat. One hand came up, tearing the collar of your shirt to the side before sinking his teeth into the skin where your neck met your shoulder.

Your hands traveled, making their way to rest on the sides of his neck so you could pull his lips back up to yours. He pushed closer to you, deepening the kiss as much as he could as his tongue slid into your mouth. If he didn’t have his hands gripping onto you and holding you tight to him, you would’ve collapsed back onto the desk, or melted to the floor.

“I love you,” the words were so hushed as he whispered them into your mouth that you almost missed them.

And you pretended that you did, not able to handle the weight you’d have to carry away from this encounter if you said them back. Instead, you hooked your legs tighter around his waist, pinning him as close to you as you could. You wanted to tell him to prove it, but you were afraid of what that would look like if he did.

It wasn’t long until both of you came undone. You tucked your forehead against his shoulder, chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath. Your hands were gentle now as they ran up and down his back, fingers gliding over every muscle and knot that riddled his shoulder blades.

His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close, not ready to separate himself from you. You felt each deep breath that he took as his chest rose and fell against yours, bruised skin sticking to the thin fabric of your blouse. He turned, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he pressed a kiss to the side of it. You eased into the gesture, missing the comfort it used to bring. The two of you stayed like that for a while before he pulled out of you, lazily pulling his pants and underwear back up but not allowing you to get out of his reach.

“You gotta be careful out there, Nes,” you finally spoke up, not pulling away to look at him as you did.

“I know,” he toyed with the hair at the nape of your neck.

“Do you?” you pulled back, eyes locking onto his, “I’m not…I don’t get to see you anymore. I need to know that you’re okay. I need to be able to believe that.”

“I am okay,” the look in his eyes was as unconvincing as the words he’d said.

“I need to believe it.”

“How do I make you believe it?”

“Don’t make a habit of showing up here looking like this,” you let out a soft chuckle as you ghosted over the cuts on his face.

There was a hint of a smile on his face, “It was a one-time thing. Promise.”

You didn’t know if he meant the injuries or him showing up at all. You knew it’d be better, smarter, for the two of you not to meet like this again. But you knew that you would always be hard-pressed to turn him away.

As much as you wanted to pretend that there wasn’t a world outside your office, you knew that there was. And the heaviness starting to reappear in Nestor’s shoulders told you that he was thinking the same thing that you were.

“How are you getting home?” you asked, letting your legs fully unwrap from around him.

He shook his head, “I got it.”

You gnawed at the inside of your lip as he shrugged his shirt back on, “Does Galindo know that you’re…you know…here?”

“No.”

You nodded, not sure what to say next, “Okay.”

He studied your face for a moment, “Are you okay?”

You laughed, running your hands down your face, “I don’t know if now is really the best time to be asking me that.”

His features softened, “I know. I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just…I didn’t know where else to go.”

“I know,” you ran your thumb along his cheek, “I’ll always be here, Nes,” you sighed, “Better or worse,” you let slip a tired laugh, “Usually worse.”

He chuckled, “Usually, yea.”

There were a few beats of silence before you finally asked what you should’ve asked before you both got swept up in everything, “Do I get to know why?”

His brows knitted together, “Know why, what?”

“Did…did you tell him what happened with us?” you hated that you were asking the question, but your last interaction with Galindo still felt as fresh as the day it’d happened, “Why’d you cut me off?”

He didn’t want to say it, because he knew that once he said it out loud it was going to make it so much harder to justify staying with Galindo. The justifications had never felt like enough, not when he could see how much hurt it caused you, not when he had to feel the weight of missing you every day. Having to hear Miguel talk so passively about you and working with you only served to put salt in that wound, and Nestor knew that on some level he did it on purpose. He stepped back from you a bit, out of arm’s-reach for the first time all night.

“I didn’t tell Mikey anything about you, us,” he shook his head, “Didn’t matter, though. You…you know how he is.”

“So, what, he took your phone and blocked me? Forbid you from seeing me like you’re a fucking teenager and he’s your parent?”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“No?” you shook your head, not believing him.

“I didn’t want him making life more difficult for you,” he rested a hand on the back of his neck, “I can take whatever it is that he throws at me. But I didn’t want him taking it out on you.”

“You think that he’s not doing that shit anyway? You forget who you work for?”

“No,” there was an edge to his tone that you hadn’t heard in a long time, “I didn’t. And that’s exactly why I don’t want you on the receiving end of—”

“But I’m gonna be, Nes. I always have been, long before I ever knew who you were. And, until either him or I bites it, it’s always going to be like that. And I don’t…I don’t care about that. Years and years of petty bullshit doesn’t matter to me,” you paused, waiting for him to look at you, “You do, though. You matter to me.”

“You still trust me?”

“With my life.”

That warmed his heart more than he thought it would, but it also made him sadder than he thought it would, “Then let me do this.”

“Not like I can stop you anymore anyway, right?” defeat was laced into your words. This was why you didn’t want to do this with him, the weight that was growing in your chest. The back and forth was going to break you if you let it keep happening. But how were you ever supposed so say no?

He knew he couldn’t handle getting into that conversation with you again, couldn’t afford to keep disappointing you. His eyes drifted to the ring on your finger, a knot beginning to form in his stomach the longer he looked at it and thought about it. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Thank you,” he ran his fingers lightly along the bandages, “for this.”

You knew deflection when you saw it. Nestor had never been good at uncomfortable conversations, “You’re welcome,” you hopped off your desk, stepping in close to him again, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?”

You nodded, “I know it’s not easy, it’s all so fucking messy. And I’m sorry I got us into all of this.”

“I’m not,” he kissed your forehead.

You tried not to let yourself enjoy the small intimacy too much, but your eyes still shut as he did it. You took a deep breath, “Get home safe, okay?”

He rested his forehead against yours for a moment before pulling away, “Okay.”

The two of you made your way back out onto the main floor of the bar. The music was still going, a few scattered lights still on, all of your work left scattered across the bartop. Once Nestor walked out the door, it was going to be like he hadn’t even shown up in the first place.

“Keep them clean,” you gestured to his cuts.

He nodded, a hint of a smile pulling at his lips, “I will.”

If there was something more for you to say, it wasn’t coming to you. Reaching out, you took his hand in your own, giving it a gentle squeeze. He returned the pressure, and you could tell by the look on his face that he was also trying to come up with something to say. But you both came up short.

The click of the door shutting behind him sounded louder than it should have. The heaviness in your limbs as you sat down at the bar felt heavier than it should’ve. Propping your elbows on the top of the bar you let your face drop into your hands, taking a shuddering, deep breath, wondering what was supposed to happen next.

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Shy, Dorky & Strong

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Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, unprotected sex, mention of bodily fluids.

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You were a shy individual. You always had been. Growing up, you mostly kept to yourself in your nerdy fantasy world. It was what brought you joy and security. People were mean, and you didn’t associate yourself with so many people. You only had a few good friends, and that was enough for you. A boyfriend had never been in your life. It wasn’t something you sought after, and you also didn’t think boys liked you in that way.

How your relationship with someone the complete opposite of you started was in pure luck. One of your friends had begged you to pick her up at some party because she was too drunk to drive. She didn’t answer her phone when you had arrived, so you had no other choice than to walk inside.

You were dreading it because she was at some clubhouse that belonged to an MC. An MC wasn’t something you associate yourself with, so you were scared to go inside. But your friend wasn’t answering her phone, and you weren’t one of those people to flop out on someone.

Gathering the little courage you had left, you entered the noisy and crowded room. It didn’t seem like anyone noticed you, which was nice. You scanned the room but found no sign of her.

You walked over to what seemed to be the bar. A man decorated with a few tattoos on his arms sat alone nursing a beer.

“U-um… excuse me… uh I’m looking for my friend Alex. She said she would be her.”

The man had a bemused look on his face as he looked you up and down. “Yea… she went to the backroom with a friend of mine. She will be out soon.”

“O-oh… ok… thank you.” You were about to walk out to wait in the car for her, but the man introduced himself.

“I’m Angel,” he offered you his hand to shake.

“Y/N,” you took it with caution but smiled at him regardless.

“Nice to meet you. You can wait here with me if you want.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You sat at the barstool next to Angel. He seemed like an ok man, but you still kept your guard up.

“Yo prospect! A beer for the beautiful lady.”

Beautiful? You never saw yourself as a beauty but just more like a little less than the average girl. Your skin was heating up at him calling you that.

A chubby-looking man served it to you in an instant, he was a little clumsy, but it made you calm down in a way.

“So…”

You grew to like this Angel dude. He seemed like a nice man. He made you feel comfortable right away. He asked you questions about yourself, your interest, and whatnot, and you loved how easy it was to open up to him.

He didn’t seem to mind when you share a bit of your dorky side with him. He loved it. He wanted to know more, so when the time came when your friend Alex emerged from wherever she had been, and it was time to go, he asked if you would be down to go eating lunch with him tomorrow.

You usually didn’t do stuff like this. You had a bad experience with men and didn’t trust them that much, but it was just something about him that made you say yes.

And it was the best decision you had ever made.

The lunch with Angel had gone so well and smoothly, and it only got better from there.

He was the best thing that ever happened to you. You felt so loved and protected with him.

He would indulge in your interests. Watching the newest Marvel movies with you or playing a new game you had been excited about for a long time. Your favorite pastime together would be to binge-watch shows. You introduced him to new ones he didn’t even know existed. Angel loved when you talked nerdy to him. How excited and open you became when you talked about your passion.

He always complimented you on your wardrobe. You dressed differently than the women he usually hangs around with, but Angel loved it. He always told you how cute and innocent you looked and would brag about you to his boys on what a beautiful girlfriend he had.

“Look how cute and beautiful my girl is.”

You also knew how to kick it up a notch when needed. Dressing a little bit sexier and revealing when you wanted. It wasn’t for anyone else but Angel, and he couldn’t keep his eyes away from you when you did. His touches would be all over you in an attempt to go home a little early to have some fun in bed.

“Let’s go home before I take you right here right now in front of my brothers.”

Speaking of fun in bed, Angel was the first man to make you feel seen and comfortable in the bedroom. You hadn’t had that much sexual experience, but with what you had, it was all a horrible time. None of the guys you had been with ever care about your pleasure. So it came as a surprise to you when all Angel wanted to do was give you his.

He spent his time worshipping your body with kisses, licks, and bites, already making you come twice without even having to fuck you before he came to the most important part.

His length lined itself up with your desperate entrance, coating himself with your wetness from your dripping folds.

“Do you trust me?” His eyes looking soft into yours to look for any hesitation in them. He found none.

“With my life Angel.” Your hand tangled in his hair to bring his lips to yours for a brief second.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

“I know you won’t. I’m just nervous.”

“Whenever you want to stop, tell me, and we’ll stop right away, ok?”

“Yes.”

He pushed himself into your warm and tight walls. He needed a minute to calm himself down as not to fuck you completely raw right away.

He kept his pace slow, to begin with, but gradually sped up at the request from you.

Your fingernails clawed at his back from the pleasure he brought you. You were in cloud nine, and you had never experienced something as intoxicating as the feeling of him fucking your tight and wet walls. His thumb coming down to give attention to your desperate clit, making you whimper out at the sensation, your eyes fluttering.

“Hey hey hey, look at me,” he grabbed your chin so that you could focus on him as his hips slammed into you repeatedly.

“Look at me as I make you come for the first time with my dick.”

“Y-yes… please, it fe-feels so good.”

It didn’t take long for the both of you to climb to the end. His expert body was making you both come undone in a matter of minutes.

“Let go for me.”

Your walls convulsed around him as he coated you with his warm seed.

A few tears ran down your cheeks at finally experiencing what sex is all about, feeling good and satisfied.

“Thank you, Angel.”

What came as the most surprise in the relationship was how good you could hold your own when needed. Angel thought that you were just a shy and innocent girl, but when you needed to be strong for yourself or others, you had no problem in doing so.

The first time it happened was when you and he were waiting together for a coffee, and the man in front of you started to get extremely rude to the barista, almost yelling and screaming at her for doing his order wrong. You didn’t hesitate to call him out for being a dickhead and told him that he better get the fuck out.

You weren’t sure if he scrambled away because of you or the big bad biker that you called your boyfriend, but either way, Angel was in shock when he saw what you had done, and it made him love and respect you so much more.

Yes, you were shy and dorky, but when it came time for you to be that strong, badass bitch you didn’t think about it for a second.

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A/N: Hello peeps! Mayans Season 3 is almost done and I guess I’m here with a drabble. I got the request and the inspiration just flowed. I’m not going to lie, my inspiration has been non-existent lately due to personal reasons. I’m trying little by little, but I think my muse for Angel is not as strong as before. If anything, you might even see me posting for Rio, Ez, Miguel and Bucky Barnes. Regardless, I hope you will all bear with me, I am trying to finish all my works in progress for Angel, I do not want to leave any of you hanging. You never know, my muse might return! 

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You yawned, your head against Angel’s pillow as you watched the next episode of Shadow and Bone. Angel was out late due to a late run called by Bishop. You tried your best to stay awake since you wanted to see Angel. With how busy the club was and how busy you were at work, you’ve only seen Angel a few times this week.

You were used to it, you’ve been together for six years, this was just another busy season. You heard the rumble of his motorcycle which woke you up. Sitting up, you leaned against the headboard and placed a pillow in front of you. The door opened and your boyfriend’s voice reverberated throughout your house.

“Mi Dulce, I’m home.” Angel called out.

“Room, baby.” You replied.

Angel walked in, kutte already off and boots gone. “Let me shower.” He walked over to you and dropped a kiss on your lips. “Hi mami, you look good.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words and you smiled. “Such a charmer.”

“Only to you baby.”

He walked out and left you to your own devices. You paused Shadow and Bone, opening TikTok. It was addicting but such a blessing during this pandemic. Scrolling through, you saw a woman talking about spraying perfume in between your breast and shoving your significant other’s face between them. You looked at your perfume on your vanity. Standing up, you pulled your tank top down and sprayed your perfume. When you sat back down, you heard the water turn off. Settling in your previous spot, Angel walked in with just a towel around his waist.

Your boyfriend was too fucking sinful.

“Like what you see?” Angel smirked.

“Yeah, Ben Barnes is looking good.” You matched his smirk, giving him a wink as well. 

Angel looked at the screen and rolled his eyes. “He’s on another fucking show?”

“Yes, he is.” You opened your legs and arms, “cuddle?”

As much as Angel wanted to fuck you, he was exhausted. He wanted to lay down and just hold you or be held by you, regardless, he just wanted to relax. He slipped on some boxers and basketball shorts before joining you in bed. 

He crawled over to you and laid his head in between your breasts. You hugged his head to your chest, kissing his forehead, rubbing your fingers through his hair. Angel breathed you in and he was immediately intoxicated with your scent. He knew that perfume, it was your favorite one.

“Fuck baby,” he breathed in your scent again, burying his head further into your chest. Your fingers continued to run through his hair and it was lulling him to sleep. “I love you.”

“Me too.” 

Angel poked you, hating it when you replied in such a nonchalant way. He looked up from your chest, glaring at you.

“Okay, Jesus Christ, I love you too.” You kissed his forehead again.

“Thank you.” He turned to face your chest again.

“Everything go okay?” You questioned as you resumed your show.

“No, but I don’t want to talk about it.” His voice was muffled by your skin. “How was your day?”

You continued to rub his head. “Good, you know fending off men.” 

Angel’s head shot up and you laughed. You hugged his head towards your chest and kissed the top of his head. “I’m joking. It was fine, busy, but it was fine.”

“I can’t believe you started this show without me.” He pretended to whine, knowing fully well he didn’t care for the show. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You said you didn’t want to watch it!”

“Yes, but I’ll watch it cause it’s our thing.” He snuggled further into your chest. You were his favorite pillow. 

You and Angel always watched TV shows together. You two took turns picking and this was the first time you veered from that tradition.

“I feel betrayed.” Angel added. 

You laughed. “Babe, did you want to see me gush over Ben?”

“Yes, I don’t care as long as I’m there with you.” His voice was fading, you knew he was getting sleepy. Today was such a tense day, but having your arms around him, your scent invading his senses, he was at peace.

And just like that, Angel fell asleep. You heard his light snores and smiled. Maybe TikTok wasn’t all about pranks, sometimes, it could be useful.

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Proud of You

Word Count: 1,019

Warning(s): NONE

A/N: Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy! 🖤  GIF credit to @pantherclawz​

capnsaveahoe asked: Hi Gorgeous! 👋 If you’re still taking requests, could I possibly get #11, 14 & 20 from the fluff list for Angel? If it’s not too much to ask, could you throw Marisol into the mix? Maybe him taking his S/O to meet her or something along those lines? I know she isn’t alive in the storyline, but I have a feeling that he & his momma were real close. Her acceptance of his S/O would mean the world to him. Hope that makes sense. Thank you so much!! 😚Love your work,  btw!

“I don’t know about this, Angel.” You tell him as you sit in the passenger seat as he drives you towards his childhood home.

“Why are you so nervous, querida?” he asks you as he reaches over taking your hand into his.

“What if they don’t like me?”

Angel bursts into a fit of laughter as you simply glare at him.

“I’m serious, Angel!” you lightly slap his arm

Stopping at the red light, he turns to face you. Bringing your hand to his lips, he places a kiss to your knuckles.

“My parents are going to love you. By the time we leave they will love you more than they love me and EZ combined. Guaranteed.” He gives you a wink before turning back to continue driving.

Pulling up to Angel’s childhood home, you sit there as you watch Angel make his way around the car to your side, opening the door for you.

“Come on.” He gives you his hand and you take it.

Following him up to the front door, you slightly pull on Angel’s arm, getting his attention. He looks back at you with concern.

“I don’t know why I’m so fucking nervous.” You tell him as you fidget with your hands.

Angel is quick to pull you into him, taking you into a hug.

“I know this is a big step. If you feel overwhelmed, you let me know and we can leave. We can go in whenever you are ready.” He tells you, pulling away to cup your face.

Taking a deep breath, you give him a smile and nod your head.

“Okay.” You tell him.

He gives you a kiss to your lips before taking your hand and leading you inside.

Walking in, Angel calls out for his parents, in which you hear a female voice calling back to him. He gives you a smile as you make your way towards the backyard.

Walking out to the yard, you find Ezekiel and Emily sitting at the table. Angel’s dad standing in front of the grill and before Angel can say anything or even introduce you, his mom was squealing in excitement, taking you into her arms.

You just look over at Angel, who was laughing alongside his father.

“It’s so nice too finally meet you, sweetheart.” She tells you, taking your face into her hands. Looking you over. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you!” you blush, “It’s really nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Reyes” You tell her as Angel pulls you into his side.

Once you introduce yourself to Felipe and Marisol, you say your hellos to EZ and Emily, as well.

The night went better than you had ever expected. It was late, and you had to be up early the following day for work, so you and Angel were calling it a night. Saying goodbye to Ezekiel and Emily; you, Angel, and his parents make your way towards the front door.

“It was so great to meet you, mija.” Felipe tells you as he gives you a hug.

“Will we see you next Sunday?” Marisol asks, looking between you and Angel.

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.” You tell her as you give her a hug goodbye.

“I’ll come by the shop tomorrow, check on you on Pop.” Angel tells her, giving her a kiss to her cheek.

“I’m proud of you, Angel.” She tells him as she caressing his cheek.

He looks over at you, and you couldn’t help but smile. Angel would tell you here and there, how he always felt second best with his Father, so hearing his mother say that she is genuinely proud of him, you knew it meant the world to him.

“Mom, stop. Not in front of [y/n].” Angel joked, causing all three of you to laugh.

“I’m serious. I just want to see you happy, mi amor. After tonight, I know for certain you are.” She smiles at you and Angel. “Thank you for choosing my son, mija. I know his world is a lot better with you in it. Please don’t let him mess this up.” She tells you taking you into another hug.

“He can’t get rid of me that easily.” You give Angel a kiss to his cheek.

“Alright. Alright, that’s enough. You both just met, can’t be teaming up on me just yet. Let’s go, querida.” Angel says as he opens the car door for you and waits for you to slide in. Giving his mom another kiss to her cheek, he quickly makes his way to the driver side.

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Angel’s grip around you tightens slightly as he stirs.

“You were talking in your sleep again.” You mumble into the crook of his neck.

“Yeah. Had a dream about the first time I took you home to meet my parents.” He lightly chuckles as you look up at him.

“Really? You only have those dreams around the time of …” looking over at the clock on the nightstand, you then realize what day it was - the anniversary of Marisol’s death.

“I don’t know why you were so nervous. I told you they would love you.” Angel tells you. “Mom completely ignored Emily the entire night. She definitely liked you more than she did Emily.” He chuckled.

“Do you remember what she told you before we left that night?” you ask him as you now prop yourself on your elbow to look down at Angel.

He gives you a small smile and nods his head.

“What did she say?” you ask.

“I’m proud of you.” He barely whispers.

“And she still is Angel. I know she is proud of the man that you have become. Never doubt that.” You tell him, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

Cuddling back into Angel’s side, his hand runs down your body to your swollen belly.

“You are my family, and I will do my best to always make you proud.” Angel says as his hand rubs over your growing belly. Both of you laughing when you feel your son kick in agreement.

“We’ll always be proud of you, Angel.”

--xx

[justahopelessssromantic]

Thank You

With Thanksgiving here like most people I started thinking about what I'm thankful for and this past year one of the things I'm most thankful for is every single last one of you! 

Forgive me as I get a little sappy on you all.

I just want to make this post to give you all a HUGE thank you. You don't know how much you all truly mean to me. 

I'm so thankful for these two shows I have written for and their amazing characters and casts that I have fallen in love with and the escape they brought me during one of the most difficult times in my life and that's not even including the mess that is covid and everything else. 

And I want to say thank you to all those wonderful fic writers out there who gave me more to love about my favorite characters, who gave me new characters to love, and who also provided me with a much needed escape. Thank you so much for that ♥️ And thank you all for inspiring me to try my hand at writing myself. I will forever be so grateful for all that you've done for me and may not even know.

I also want to thank everyone who follows me and has supported my work in any way and thank you for sticking around even after I went mia for a while. Thank you to the followers that have been here since the beginning and thank you to all the new ones, I'm happy to have you here. Your encouragement and love has filled my life with such light. Being able to share my own little worlds with you all has been a true highlight of this year. 

And thank you all to everyone who has welcomed me into the Fandom with loving arms. Thank you for letting me be a part of this wonderful community.

Thank you for giving me a home away from home.

I'm so thankful to you, I'm so thankful for the friends I have made, I am just so so unbelievably thankful 🙏 I'd be nowhere without you.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope you have a good day no matter how you are celebrating 💖 Stay safe, stay healthy, and know that you are so so loved by me.

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Protective Detail (25/?)

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, angst

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: It’s a bear of a chapter, but I’d like to think its worth it. I don’t really know what to put here for this chapter. It’s fuck Miguel Galindo Hours out here, but then again, when is it not?

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In the aftermath of the last time you crossed paths with Nestor, you couldn’t help but to think that things felt more unfinished than they ever had before. You wondered if that feeling was ever going to go away, or if you should just get better at suppressing it. Part of you was still waiting, hoping that he would reach out. Hearing from him under normal circumstances at this point would be such a novelty, but that idea felt like another thing you should add to your ever-growing pile of pipedreams you had when it came to him.

The days ticked by, and you hadn’t really seen much of anyone besides your team at the bar. You hadn’t had a need to meet with your father and Galindo. And you couldn’t pretend that you didn’t mind it all that much, staying in your own lane for a bit. Where radio silence from them would usually be cause for concern, you tried to believe that no news was good news. Plus, it had the added benefit of allowing you to pretend for a little while that you were just a normal person with a normal job. For a short, precious stretch of time, you got to tune out the duplicity of what you did for a living. It felt nice.

You were making your rounds on the floor when you saw the door open. Glancing over, denying the hopeful little flutter in your chest, your emotions quickly shifted to confusion when you saw your father walk through the doors. Excusing yourself from the table you’d just been at, you made your way over to him, resting your hand on his shoulder as you felt into stride with him.

He looked over at you, smiling at the sight of you walking around in your business attire. All your years of walking into rooms like you owned them, and now you did, and that was something that wasn’t lost on either of you.

“This is a nice surprise,” you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, “What brings you here?”

He shrugged as he sat down at the bar, “Can’t I come visit my daughter at work?”

You laughed, nodding, “Of course you can.”

You walked around to the opposite side of the bar, grabbing two tumblers and carefully scanning over the bottles that lined the back wall before choosing one and pouring a glass for both you and your father. You slid his across the bar to him, carrying yours with you as you maneuvered behind the bartenders so you could get back to the other side. You stood next to the stool where your father was sitting, watching him as he sipped on his drink and took in the scene in front of him.

“You’ve turned this into quite the well-oiled machine, mija,” he nodded approvingly.

You smiled, shrugging, “I’ve got a great team—I really can’t complain.”

“A team is only as good as their leader,” there was a soft, proud smile on his face.

“Well, if you ever want to retire and mix drinks to make some spending money for yourself,” you laughed, “you’re more than welcome to become part of the team.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “I think you run too tight of a ship for me.”

“Learned from the best,” you quipped as you took a sip of your drink. You paused, searching his face, “You sure there’s nothing you want to talk about?”

He paused, brows furrowing for a moment as he looked around the floor of the bar again, “Do you have a minute?”

You nodded without hesitation, “Of course. Well-oiled machine, right?” you chuckled.

He hummed in agreement, “Right.”

You waved for him to follow you, “C’mon, step into my office,” there was a hint of laughter to your voice as the two of you walked towards the back of the bar, “Not quite as extravagant as yours, but it gets the job done.”

“You don’t need to worry about extravagant until your office is where you spend most of your time,” he joked with a shake of his head.

Closing the door behind the two of you, you motioned for him to take a seat in the chair on the side of the desk opposite from where you sat. Despite the fact that you knew it wouldn’t be strange at all for you to sit in your usual place, you didn’t feel quite right about it yet. Being on the business side of a desk from your father was interesting to say the least, and you decided to save that experience for a different day. Instead, you perched yourself on the edge of your desk facing him, casually toying with the glass in your hands as you waited for him to start the conversation he’d shown up to have.

“I know that things have been quiet,” he glanced down at the amber liquid swirling around his glass, “uncharacteristically so.”

“I’ve just been hoping that no news is good news,” you paused, “Is that not the case?”

He sighed, “It is and it isn’t. It’s good news for you,” he let out a tired chuckle, “Less time around your beloved business partner.”

You laughed even though perhaps you shouldn’t have, “True. What’s the downside?”

“Silence from him,” he shook his head knowingly, “has never been a good thing. Not for business.”

“You ever talk to Miguel? About things that aren’t business related?”

He shrugged, “Not really. He never asks, and neither do I. Why?”

You sigh, “Look. You know how I feel about him. I think that even when he’s good for business, he’s bad for business. But last I heard, his life behind closed doors is starting to rip at the seams. If that’s still the case…it’s gonna bleed into this eventually.”

“Last you heard?”

You laughed, “It’s not like he and I do a weekly phone call, Papí.”

He didn’t share your amusement, “I know. And I think it’s best if you keep it that way. He has no intention of being your friend, mija.”

“You don’t think I know that?” you felt yourself getting a little defensive.

“I know you do,” he kept his tone level as always, “I also know that your feelings towards him occasionally cloud your judgment. I don’t want him getting the better of you in the process of you trying to one-up him.”

“Get the better of me?”

“Y/N, I’m just saying—”

“If he’s such an issue,” you cut him off, “why are we in business with him at all?”

“Because right now is not the time to be cutting ties. There are too many pieces in play.”

“Then take him off the board,” your tone was quiet, but firm.

“You’re smart. You know it’s not that simple.”

You sighed, finishing off your drink, “Do you think he’s on a warpath?”

He mirrored your sigh as he shook his head, “I don’t know.”

“When’s the last you heard from him?”

“I reached out earlier today, asking if he was available to meet this week so we could all touch base on some things. Play catch-up.”

You nodded slowly, “Alright. So, what, should I be bringing a gun to this shit or something? I—”

“That’s not necessary. Please don’t do that,” despite his serious expression, there was something in his tone that was light. He worried about you often because that was his job as your father, but those moments reminded him that at the end of the day, you held your own just fine when necessary.

You rolled your eyes, a playful smile curling the ends of your mouth, “I’ll think about it,” you let a beat of silence pass between you, “You come here just to preset me for that?”

He chuckled, nodding, “In a way, yes. I was also worried about you, though,” he saw the confusion on your face, “Silence from you isn’t all that reassuring either.”

An embarrassed laugh slipped past your lips, “Right. I guess not, huh?”

“Are you alright?”

You nodded, because for all the things that concerned your father, things were moving along just fine. The messes you made in your private life weren’t his concern, and you weren’t going to put those on him.

“I’m good, Papí,” you saw the doubt in his eyes, “Promise. I’ve just been busy with all of this. The faster I get this under control and working on its own, the faster we can grow, right?”

“Right. Don’t forget yourself in the middle of all of this, though.”

You smiled, “I won’t.”

He only stayed for a few more minutes, long enough to tell you when the three of you were supposed to be meeting, and to remind you to call him if you needed anything in the meantime. There were no right words to describe how reassuring it was to know that no matter how much time went by, no matter how old you were, he always meant it when he said that. There was so little that he wouldn’t do to make life easier, better, for you. You tried your best to return the favor when you could.

The end of the week crept on you much quicker than you thought it would. Soon enough, you were parking at the top of your father’s driveway. Miguel had gotten there only moments before you, as you could see him ascending the front steps. You lingered in your car a few moments longer than necessary. An extra bit of distance between the two of you while you could have it was never a bad thing.

You were stepping out of the driver’s side of the car when you saw Nestor stepping out of the driver’s seat of Miguel’s SUV. Your eyes widened behind your shades, and you’d never been so glad to have your eyes hidden from him. He wasn’t facing you yet, but even so, your heart was speeding up in your chest. You could see that he still had a gun tucked into his waistband, but his look was different than it usually was. It wasn’t the casual Nestor you’d grown so accustomed to at home, but he wasn’t in his usual Galindo attire, either. He was somewhere between the two, and you were trying to figure out what to make of it.

When he turned around to face you, your heart lurched into your throat. You wouldn’t have been able to tease apart the mess of emotions inside you at the sight of him if someone offered to pay you. The last time you saw him had been playing on repeat in your mind since it happened, but it was in technicolor now that you were seeing him again in person. You had no idea when or if that was going to happen again, not at the rate that Miguel had been cloistering him away.

But with as vivid as the memories were, they didn’t drown out the sight of the man who was in front of you now. He’d looked like shit the last time you saw him—car accidents will do that to a person. This was different, though. He looked exhausted, like he needed more than just a good night’s rest. One of the things about the ridiculous yellow shades that you’d learned to adore so much, was that they didn’t hide a damn thing. You saw the vacancy in his eyes and all you wanted to do was hold him, but you couldn’t.

The two of you looking each other over felt like it went on forever, but it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. The moment was broken by the sound of Marcus’s voice as he addressed you.

“Good seeing you again,” he greeted as he fastened the button on his jacket.

You forced a smile, not wanting your concern to become palpable, “You too. Didn’t realize that Galindo was bringing his whole entourage today.”

Marcus chuckled, “We’re not here for this. Got other business after.”

“Ah,” you nodded knowingly, “that makes more sense. Didn’t think he’d need his consejero and his head of security just for a meeting with me and my father.”

“Wouldn’t be so sure about that, huh?” there was a small smile on his face.

You laughed, “Fair.”

You liked Marcus. For what little, brief interactions you’d had with him over the passing weeks, he seemed like someone you’d get along alright with. It was a shame, in your opinion, that you met him under this specific set of circumstances. Galindo being your tether to people never panned out well. He was someone that you felt had a lot of stories to tell, a lot of advice to give. Too bad all of that was being wasted on Miguel.

“Keep the kids in line, Marcus, alright?” you smiled at him, and he gave a slight smile and nod in return. You allowed your gaze to shift over to Nestor, and you felt like you should say something to him, but the words just wouldn’t come. So, instead, you turned and headed up the stairs to get to the entire reason you showed up in the first place.

Marcus didn’t miss a millisecond of it, though. He looked over at Nestor, waiting for him to meet his eyes, but it never happened. It didn’t stop him from asking, “All good?”

Nestor cleared his throat, forcing a nod as he watched the front door of your father’s house swing shut behind you, “All good.”

The meeting with Miguel was interesting, to say the least. It wasn’t so much that the content of the meeting was anything new or out of the ordinary. As a matter of fact, considering how long it’d been since the three of you sat down to talk, there was very little change or need for adjustment. Things were going smoothly, and it made you hopeful that despite whatever Miguel was dealing with in his personal life, that maybe you wouldn’t have to sit down with him so frequently.

You knew your father well, and vice versa, but you could tell that throughout the entire meeting, he was trying to get a feel for where Miguel was at. You could tell that something was different about him, a little off, and not his usual brand of off. What really drove the point home, though, was the fact that you made no move to hide your scrutinizing gaze (something your father was much better at than you) and not only did Miguel not comment on it, you didn’t think that he really noticed it at all. That was so intensely unlike him, to not notice something he could come at you for. It made you wonder what was really going on at the Galindo Estate, because you doubted that he used his weeks of silence to turn over a new leaf for himself.

“Well,” Miguel rose from his chair, “if that’s all, then I’ll be heading out. Got some business over the border to take care of.”

You pressed your lips together for a moment, just watching him as he got wrapped up in his own head, in his own thoughts, “Good luck,” you knew your father picked up on the sarcasm based on the look he was giving you, but you just couldn’t help yourself.

“Some of us don’t need it,” he looked at you, the empty smile you’d become so well-acquainted with staring you back in the face, “But thank you.”

You chuckled and shook your head, but you didn’t say anything more. If for no other reason than to keep your father from combusting in his chair. As much as you didn’t want to walk out with Miguel, you also didn’t want to lag behind and get a low-level scolding from your father. So, you rose out of your seat as well, giving your father a quick goodbye and flashing him a smile that let him know that you knew exactly what you were getting yourself out of by rushing out the door. He simply shook his head at you as you left, but you didn’t miss the smile that crossed his features.

Nestor and Marcus fell in line behind Miguel as he made his way towards the front doors of your father’s house. You watched the three of them from a few strides back. To an outsider, the trio probably looked like it made sense, even if they came off a little intimidating. But from where you stood, with what you knew, you couldn’t wrap your head around why or how it worked with the three of them. You were biased, sure, but that didn’t mean your confusion wasn’t well-founded.

You didn’t hear much of what Miguel was saying to the two of them, and you didn’t particularly care, either. Both Marcus and Miguel got into the car without sparing you another look, which was more than fine by you. But as you and Nestor each made your way to your respective driver’s doors, he couldn’t help but to look at you, and you him. Your lips tugged down into a frown at the sight of him, wishing you knew what was happening that made him look that way—you were hard-pressed to think that it was you that made him like that. Not that the situation between you didn’t weigh on him, but he was much better at hiding it.

Not knowing where the sentence was going to go, you opened your mouth to say something. But before you could get the first syllable out, Nestor gave you an almost-imperceptible shake of his head before climbing into the car and shutting the door. The air deflated from your lungs, not sure how to react to that. A lump began to form in the back of your throat and you tried not to think about it, afraid that acknowledging it would give it too much power. Instead, you put your sunglasses back on, and got into your own car.

That’s how it went. For the next few weeks, any time that you went to your father’s for a meeting, it was always Nestor and Miguel together, occasionally Marcus too if they had other business to attend to afterwards. But you didn’t understand it. Miguel had worked so hard for so long to make sure that you and Nestor never crossed paths, but now he brought him along constantly. You hadn’t seen Paco in weeks, but for months he was always the one who showed up with Miguel. You wondered if it was some sort of sick mind game, putting the two of you so close so frequently when you both knew that you couldn’t talk to each other the way that you wanted to. You couldn’t hold him, even though it seemed like he needed it more than ever.

One afternoon, you managed to get a few seconds alone with Nestor when your father said he had some questions for Miguel specifically. While you weren’t usually one to duck out, you were practically crawling out of your skin at this point with a desire to talk to Nestor. You all but ran to the front steps where he was waiting oh-so patiently for Miguel to come back out.

“Nestor,” you weren’t going to let yourself get tripped up this time.

He turned and looked at you, eyebrows raised, expression still sad and empty, “H-hey.”

You watched him as he rose to his feet, fighting the urge to hug him, “What’s going on?”

“You tell me—you were in the meeting,” there was a coldness in his tone that you hadn’t heard in a long time.

“No. I mean…what’s going on with you? Are…are you alright?”

He shrugged, tucking his hands into his pockets, “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look it,” your voice was soft.

“Sorry my appearance isn’t up to your standards, but—”

“Don’t,” the tone he was taking with you wasn’t working for you, “Don’t do that. I’m just worried about you, Nestor.”

“Don’t be. I said I’m fine.”

“It just seems like—”

“I said I’m fine,” he snapped. He saw the way you recoiled, and his features softened slightly, his voice getting almost inaudibly low, “Please.”

You wanted to say more, but you didn’t get the chance as the house door was flung open, the sound of Miguel’s shoes on the steps cutting your conversation short. You felt him looking back and forth between the two of you, and you made the conscious choice not to say more to either of them and instead just heading to your car and leaving, heart feeling heavier than it had before you spoke to Nestor.

There were a couple times after that when you saw him again. He tried not to look at you, knowing that you’d look right through him, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You missed how everything used to be. Anything would be better than what it was now. You never did find yourself with another spare moment alone with him to try and talk again. Eventually whatever was weighing on him was going to get too heavy to carry.

You found yourself home a few hours earlier than usual. You had to admit, your team had certainly streamlined cleaning up and closing. If you had your paperwork in order, you usually weren’t getting home too much later than you used to when you were working for Jade. You had on an old, loose t-shirt and pajama shorts. Camped out on your couch with the television on, you tried to get ahead on supply and distribution orders for both sides of the business.

The knock at the door startled you. Setting aside your laptop, you grabbed the handgun from the end table drawer, holding it tightly as you made your way to the front door. You peeked out as best you could, nerves putting you on the brink of an anxiety attack as you tried to see who it was.

“Jesus,” you breathed out as you undid the locks on your door, opening it to reveal an extremely disheveled Nestor.

The shades you usually saw him with never really hid all that much, but without them, with no barrier between the two of you, the look in his eyes was that much more heartbreaking. You still had one hand on the doorknob, the other clutching your gun, otherwise you would’ve reached out to touch him. But for the first time ever, he looked like he’d break if you did that.

“I’m sorry,” you could see that each word took so much effort for him to say, “I, I went to the bar but you weren’t…and I know I shouldn’t just…” he shook his head, “I’m sorry.”

Whatever words you were trying to say didn’t make it past the back of your throat for a minute. The two of you stood in the doorway, so close but still a thousand miles apart from each other. Clearing your throat, you finally asked, “Do you wanna come in?” you knew that you shouldn’t let him cross the threshold, but you couldn’t turn him away, especially not when he looked the way he did.

He nodded wordlessly, and you opened the door wider for him to walk through. As soon as he was inside, you looked up and down the street to make sure there weren’t any other unfamiliar cars on the street. You also noticed that he at least thought ahead enough to not park in your driveway. Even in the state he was in, he still thought of everything. With a heavy sigh, you shut and locked the door.

When you turned around, you saw Nestor standing in the middle of the living room, a place the two of you had spent so much time together. It felt like a different room now. The two of you felt like different people. You walked by him, putting the safety back on and placing the gun back in its rightful drawer.

“You ready to talk?” you asked, your voice soft.

“I didn’t want to,” he shook his head as he tried to figure out what exactly he was trying to say, “It’s not…it’s not your problem. I didn’t want to put it on you. I don’t…I don’t think there’s anything you can do about it.”

“What happened, Nes?”

He missed the way that you said his name. His eyes shut for a moment as he soaked in the sound of it again. When he opened them again, you saw the tears that were in them, a sight you never thought you’d see.

“I don’t know what to do,” he confessed.

“About what?” you sat down on the couch, motioning for him to do the same.

He didn’t, though. Instead, he began to pace across the expanse of your living room, “Mikey. He…he just…” he shook his head, not able to finish the sentence.

You wanted to get up and stop him from pacing, but this wasn’t a Nestor that you were used to seeing. So, you let it play out, staying put for the time being, “What’d Miguel do?”

“He…he shot Paco,” with the way he struggled to say the words, you had the feeling that it was the first time he had said them out loud.

Your eyes widened, “What?”

“I couldn’t, I didn’t even…why would I think he would do that? How was I supposed to stop that?”

“Jesus, Nestor,” you stood up, getting in front of him and resting your hands on his shoulders, the first time you’d touched him in so long, “When did that happen?”

He shook his head, “Don’t know. Few weeks ago? A month, maybe? I…I don’t know.”

“You haven’t slept since, have you?”

“Not really.”

You wanted to ask why Miguel did it, but you had the feeling that it didn’t really matter. When your father said he was worried about Miguel being on a warpath, you wondered if he thought he would be taking out his own men in the process.

“What do you need?” you tried to keep your voice calm, not wanting to let the hurt of seeing him so torn up come through in your words.

“I don’t know,” he’d never sounded so helpless, “I just…I needed to see you.”

“I’m here,” you reached up, cupping the side of his face.

He leaned into the contact, putting his hand over yours. Both of you chose to ignore the tear that was trickling down his cheek. He let his eyes shut as he tried to focus on the feeling of your skin against his, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” you pulled him into a hug, and it was the tightest that he’d ever held you. Weeks of trying to shoulder the weight of that alone, and he finally had someone to lean on. You took a deep breath, soaking him in and steadying yourself in the process, “What happened after?” you ventured to ask the question.

He shook his head, not pulling away from you to answer, keeping himself tucked against you, “Nothing. Mikey went back to business as usual. But, Y/N, he’s…he’s not…”

“I’ve noticed,” you ran your hand up and down his back, “Not as much as you have, I’m sure. But I know he’s different these days,” you paused, “Marcus knows?”

He nodded, “Yea. He was there.”

“Fuck,” you shook your head, “What’s he make of it?”

Nestor shrugged helplessly against you, “What’s there to make? It’s done.”

“You gotta get out of there, Nes. You gotta get away from him.”

That got him to pull back, “What?”

You took a deep breath, prepping yourself for him going on the defensive, “You can’t keep working for him.”

“Y/N, did you hear what I just said? I can’t just—”

“Yea, I heard it,” you kept yourself quiet, but your words were still firm, “And if you can say that to me and then not agree that you can’t keep working for him anymore, I don’t know what to tell you. I get…I get that you didn’t want to give up Miguel for me,” bitterness came through even though you didn’t mean for it to, “But, fuck, Nes, give him up for you. Yourself. Because you’ll be next.”

He shook his head, “N-no. No. He wouldn’t. Mikey and I, it’s not…” he tried to find the words, but deep down he knew you were right.

“So? What? You stay? Keep working for a guy who kills his own men and then carries on like business as usual? You fucking kidding me, Nes? He’s a ticking timebomb, not just for himself, but for you.”

“I didn’t come to you for a fucking argument,” his words were angry but all there was in his eyes was hurt.

“You had to know that this was going to be my advice. You’re not an idiot, Nestor. All the reasons I’ve ever had to hate Miguel, this one is pretty high up on the fucking list. Did you really expect to come to me, tell me this, and expect me to tell you to run right back to him and hope that the next bullet in the chamber isn’t for you? C’mon,” you shook your head, “If you’re looking for someone to give you permission to leave him—this is it. I’m it. I’m telling you right now that you should leave him, at the very least.”

“He’s my family,” his voice was a whisper.

“He clearly doesn’t give a shit about family, Nestor, because he left a child fatherless,” you remembered the occasional phone call that Paco would get from his son. You didn’t want to ask what happened to him, too afraid of what the answer might be.

“It’s not the kind of job I can just leave.”

“He’s not the kind of man you can stay with, though.”

“I can’t,” he shook his head, “I can’t do this. I…I shouldn’t have brought this to you. I’m sorry.”

Your brows knit together, “You’re not…you’re not leaving? You really just come here, knock on my door in the middle of the night, tell me Miguel shot someone, and then you just want to leave?”

“You want me to stay?”

“Yes,” the word came with no hesitation, “You shouldn’t be driving. Or standing, really, from the looks of you. You can’t just…you can’t just keep carrying this around alone.”

“It’s not like you can do anything about it either.”

“I can be here for you,” you offered, “If you let me be.”

“You can’t be in the middle of me and Mikey.”

“You’ve been doing it for months. I think I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m not in the middle of anything. He doesn’t know you’re here, right? Doesn’t know you’re telling me this?” he shook his head and you replied with a nod, “Then no one is in the middle of anything,” you paused, tone growing more serious, “But, for the record, I would stand between you and just about anything to get you away from him.”

“You don’t—”

“He’s keeping you alive because you’re still serving a purpose to him. When he decides that you’re not, though, who’s to say that he’s not going to do the same thing to you?” you saw the argument on the tip of his tongue but you cut him off, “Seriously, Nestor.”

His shoulders slumped, all the fight draining out of him, “I don’t know what to do, Y/N. I don’t know how to get out, if I can get out. I don’t know what happens next.”

You stepped in, cupping both sides of his face and forcing him to look at you, “What happens next, is that you get a good night’s sleep.”

He shook his head, “I can’t—”

“You’re already here,” you traced your thumb along his cheek, over the stubble that was never there before, “So stay.”

There was something so painfully familiar about lying in bed with him again. He held you tight, arms wrapped snug around your waist the way they always used to be, this time with a renewed urgency. It took no time at all for him to fall asleep, the weight of his head against you as he burrowed into the crook of your neck. You interlocked your fingers behind his neck, letting out a deep sigh as you kissed the side of his head. It would’ve been like deja vu if it hadn’t been so damn sad. You let your eyes close, trying to match your breathing with his.

The only thing that felt more painfully familiar than falling asleep with him, was waking up without him. You instinctively reached out across the mattress for him, but found it empty. Your heart weighted you to the bed for an extra couple minutes before you finally mustered up the strength to venture into the rest of the house. It was empty, but when you reached the kitchen, you noticed that there was a fresh pot of coffee waiting for you, along with a travel mug that you hadn’t seen in months. You tried you best to take a deep breath but you came up short as the tears sprung to your eyes. You propped yourself against the counter, willing yourself to get it together for the day—there was far too much to do now.

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Golden Girl (2/2)

Gif Credit: @angelreyess

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 580

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, cursing, unprotected sex, some light chocking, mention of bodily fluids

Request by @pipsqueakkitten Well it’s kinda like a mini drabble to Golden Girl lol umm it’s where Angel decides because the reader said that his sex is her favorite that they need to have some right then so he picks her up and runs to EZ’s trailer to get it on 😂 and smut then ensues after some giggling and right before Angel is about to finish EZ walks in not thinking anything of it and freaks out and Angel gives him shit for walking in right before he finishes lol and then when EZ leaves they begin where they left off 🙈

A/N: this fic can be paired with the first part of Golden Girl but can also be read as a standalone fic! Hope you enjoy <3

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“So sex with me is pretty great?” Angel asked you.

“Really, Angel? After that whole speech, that is the one thing you take from it.”

He looked at you for a second, his head tilted before he picked you up and put you over his shoulder. The speed at which he did it made you emit a loud squeal.

“Angel, oh my god, what are you doing.” “Let’s go have some right now.” “Wait, what? Now?” “Yes now,” his hand left a smack on your ass. “And where the fuck do you want to do it? Out in the open?” “I know a place.”

You almost forgot where you were as Angel’s length penetrated you again and again on the bed in EZ’s trailer. The movement of his hips made you see stars as your nails raked down his tattooed back from pleasure.

Faint moans and whimpers from both of you filled the small space as you both rushed to reach your climax.

“Don’t stop Angel… please,” you pleaded in the faintest of whispers.

“I won’t. I promise.”

You wrapped your legs around him to push him deeper inside, making you climb that more closer to the end.

He circled his hand around your throat, depriving you of some oxygen which made your head spin and gave you that extra nudge to make you come faster.

“Are you close, baby?” His voice deep in your ear.

“Yes... please, Angel, fill me up. I need to feel you.”

He concentrated on your pleading words as his hips never lost their rhythm fucking you.

Just as you were about to reach the end together, the door of the trailer flew open with EZ walking in.

“Dude, what the fuck!” EZ screamed as he witnessed what was happening. Angel’s ass on full display, and he knew he would be scarred for life. He put his hand over his eyes, trying mentally to burn out the image that was imprinted in his brain.

“Bro, why the fuck did you walk in?” Angel yelled in the same tone EZ did as he tried to cover you and him with a blanket.

“Angel, I fucking live here! The question is, why the fuck are you two fucking in MY trailer?”

This was so embarrassing for you. You had just meet EZ, and now you were fucking in his trailer.

“We just nee-“ “You know what, I don’t even care. I’m going to pops for the night.” The trailer door was slammed shut, and you hear him say “gross” as he walked away.

You were just lying there, shocked about the situation, but also it was no surprise. You were, after all, fucking in HIS trailer. So the chances of EZ walking in was big, but right at the moment, while Angel was making you feel so good, you forgot where you even were.

“You aren’t so much of a golden girl anymore, huh? Letting me fuck you in my brother's trailer.”

You punched him in his arm, which made him fake out an “ouch.” “Asshole, this was your idea. EZ hates me now. I just got to know him, and now he hates me.”

“Nah, he’ll come around.”

Both of you laid in silence for a while as you looked up at the ceiling.

Angel was the first to break it. “Do you want to continue, or is the mood gone?”

“Since we are already here, I don’t see why not.”

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Protective Detail: Deleted Scenes

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, angst

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I posted a little while ago asking you guys if you’d want to read the scenes that didn’t quite make the cut for Protective Detail for one reason or another, and the answer seemed to be yes! (Plus I haven’t written a fic in a hot minute and I hate that so this is a happy medium between not posting and coming up with new stuff lol) So here’s our first deleted scene! I wrote this a long time ago (back when season 3 was airing--I wrote this after a very specific episode aired lmao) and it just doesn’t fit the mood of the dynamic between Nestor and Reader anymore. This is very angry but their actual vibe in the story now is just so much sadder. This just would’ve felt out of place and forced. But it was so fun to write haha. Enjoy! xo

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You roll up outside the apartment building and put your car in park. You double-check the address you’d been given, and you were in the right place. For months you wondered where Nestor lived, and this was never quite what you had pictured. You’d always envisioned him owning a nice house somewhere—nothing big but still modern and a little decked out. But none of that mattered now. You looked at the apartment number one last time before throwing your phone into your purse and heading towards the building, locking your car behind you.

You took a deep breath as you stood outside his apartment door. There were a million reasons to turn around and walk away but your body fought against all of them as your hand reached out and knocked on the door, your other hand white-knuckled around the shirt you were holding. Your entire body felt shaky as you waited for a response. Showing up uninvited could backfire in countless ways and yet here you were regardless.

The sound of the lock turning broke the silence of the hallway and you felt your hands begin to tremble as you waited for him to open the door. He pulled it open slightly to see who it was, and he couldn’t hide the surprise on his face when he saw you standing there.

“Y/N?” you could tell that he was trying to figure out if it was really you, “Um,” he pulled the door farther open and looked out into the hallway as if to see if you were traveling alone, “are you…are you okay?”

You wanted to answer his question but your words were all caught in your throat. Your mind was too busy being distracted by the state that he was in. It’d been far too long since you saw his hair free from the confines of his braids and all you wanted to do was reach out and twist the locks through your fingers. You saw the scars from his latest accident on his shoulder and stomach despite the ink that covered his torso and your heart ached for a moment. He watched every emotion that crossed your face, tucking his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants that were hanging dangerously low on his hips. For a split second, the seething inside you subsided.

“Hey,” he tilted his head slightly, “You okay?”

You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to get your thoughts back in order, “No,” as soon as that word fell from your lips, you felt the anger starting to bubble up inside you again, “No I’m fucking not.”

He saw the tension returning to your body and he automatically stood up a little straighter, taking one hand out of his pocket and gripping the side of the door as he leaned against it, “What are you doing here?”

“I just wanna talk,” you tried to ignore the trembling in your hands.

He looked you over, eyes freezing for a moment on your hand that was wrapped tightly around a shirt that he didn’t yet realize was his, “I don’t believe that.”

You pressed your hand against the door, and when you realized he wasn’t really bracing himself against it, you pushed it open and stepped into the doorway. You could see the hesitation in his eyes—not wanting to let you in but also not able to push you away. He backed up a couple steps, allowing you to cross the threshold into his apartment.

You shut the door behind you a little harder than necessary, your entire body hot with anger at this point as you remembered all the hell you’d been through. Even through your anger and frustration, you still found yourself scouring his apartment as you walked farther into it, unable to wrap your mind around what you had walked into. All the care that Nestor took at your house, keeping things tidy and doing things without you even having to ask, and his apartment reminded you of the frat-houses when you were in college.

Forcing yourself to look at him, you gesture vaguely to his apartment, “Okay first things first I need to know why you’re living like a goddamn frat boy.”

He scoffed, “First things first, rude.”

“It’s called interior design, Nes. Jesus Christ.”

“I’m never here, why would I bother? Also why the f—”

“If you’re never here why is it such a mess?”

“Did you come here just to give me shit for my apartment?” he shook his head, raking his fingers along his scalp, “Also how the fuck did you find my apartment?”

You rolled your eyes, “You know my address. Fair is fair.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, “Alright so I can’t fucking ask Mikey about you or any of the business you have going on but you can run to your father and get information on me? Seriously?”

“You’re the one who left!” you snapped, “You’re the one who fucking left! And you couldn’t even do that right,” you whipped the shirt at him, catching him off-guard.

He fumbled to catch it before it hit the ground, not that it really would’ve mattered given the state of his place. He stammered, trying to force a sentence out but couldn’t, and so you continued, ignoring the tears gathering in your eyes, “Even when I can’t see you, or talk to you, you’re still fucking there. Even after your fucking boss steps in and drives a wedge and puts a chasm between us I can’t escape you. You’re fucking everywhere and I’m so tired of it!”

“Then why did you show up?!”

“Because I want to be done, Nestor! I want to be done with this,” you motion back and forth between the two of you, “the way that you apparently fucking are. You tapped out of everything that we had and came back to your little fucking bachelor pad and signed your soul back over to fucking Galindo and left me and everything else in the rearview. You gave me up, gave up a life that we could’ve built together, for this,” you held your arms out, gesturing to his apartment, “And I gotta know, Nestor, is it worth it?”

“Get out,” he shook his head and went to step by you, “I don’t fucking need this.”

You stepped directly in his way, “No. You don’t get to keep dodging uncomfortable conversations. You hide behind work, behind your fucking boss, whatever it takes to not have to look me in the eyes and come to grips with what you did.”

“You think I’m not coming to grips with it?!” he stepped close to you, the first time he’d ever towered over you with the intent to make you feel small, “You think that I’m not waking up every fucking day having to deal with the reality of where we’re at?”

“It’s a reality that you created!” you pressed your pointer finger to the center of his chest, “You want me to feel bad for you?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes, “You did this!”

“What choice did I have?!”

“You could’ve stayed!” your voice was dangerously close to cracking, “I looked you in the eye and told you that I wanted to make this work and you wouldn’t give it a chance. You immediately brushed me off. Didn’t even fucking hesitate,” you shook your head, “You wanted me enough to show up when you were sad, when you were hurt, when you were bloody, when you wanted to fuck,” you injected a little extra venom into your voice as your eyes tore into his, “But never enough to really fucking show up for me. Never enough to tell Galindo to go fuck himself.”

“What good do you think that would’ve done? Not everyone has the luxury of being that fucking mad all the time. Not everyone gets to snap at him—we don’t all have our fathers here to fucking protect us!”

It was a low blow and you could see it in his eyes that he knew it, but he wasn’t going to take it back, either, “Maybe not,” your voice trembled, “But I’d rather that than be so dependent on a man who could so easily snap and take me out. How can you stay loyal to a man who has done what he has? What has he done to be so deserving of your time and respect? Why is he someone that you’re willing to fight for? Even after what he’s done to us, what he did to Paco, you still fucking stuck by him. What the fuck kind of frie—”

“You don’t get to fucking go there,” he shook his head, his voice was quieter but twice as harsh, “You can’t use that shit when you don’t know the half of what was going on.”

“I don’t need to!” you laughed but it was completely hollow, “Fuck, Nestor. I don’t need to know shit besides the fact that Paco is dead and Miguel fucking shot him. What makes you think that he wouldn’t do the same to you?!”

“Is this what you really came here to talk about? Me and Mikey? Honestly, Y/N, what was the point of you coming and knocking on my fucking door tonight? What the fuck do you have to prove?”

“Why wasn’t I worth the fight?!” you snapped, tears finally starting to cascade down your face, “Fuck! What didn’t I do for you, Nes? Why didn’t you care enough to fight for me when it fucking counted?”

His fists were clenched tight at his sides, and for the first time all night he was trying to carefully choose his words, “If it doesn’t count anymore, then why do we need to have this conversation?”

“Because I deserve to know!” you pressed your hand hard to your own chest, “I am worth the fucking answers! Despite how you’ve treated me I still think I am fucking worth the closure.”

“We don’t get closure, Y/N! That’s the problem! We don’t get to have that! You want to have this nice little life with me and it won’t work! You come here wanting clear-cut answers and I don’t fucking have them! I have never been what you need!”

“Bullshit,” you shook your head, angrily wiping the tears from your face, “That’s a cop-out and you fucking know it. If I was a way to just pass the fucking time while you were stuck in my house with me, say that. If you actually cared about me but you were too much of a goddamn coward to do anything about it, say that. If you want to put all this shit to bed and forget that you ever loved me, then fuckin—”

“Stop acting like it’s all past-tense!” he cut you off, voice raised, “Stop talking like there has ever been a time since I left that I haven’t been fucking loving you.”

“Then do something about it, Nestor!”

He gripped both your upper-arms, shirt falling onto the floor with the rest of the mess, “Like what?! What the fuck do you want from me?!”

“I want you to fight for this!” you rested your hand flat against his chest, fighting the urge to lean into him, “I want you to tell me that I’m fucking worth more than what you did to me.”

He sighed, shoulders slumping slightly as his thumbs traced along the outside of your biceps, “You are,” all the fight was gone from his voice, “You fucking are and I’m sorry that I made you feel like you aren’t,” he pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you, pressing you tight to his chest.

You wanted to hug him back but you couldn’t afford to. Shutting your eyes tight as tears continued to drip down your face, you focused on the beating of his heart against your cheek, the rapid erratic pace being the only reassurance that he meant everything he’d been saying. He slid one hand up so it was cradling the back of your head and you felt the feeling melting out of your legs, anger and adrenaline starting to dwindle.

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Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Warnings: language, Miguel Galindo (i feel like he needs his own warning in this story lmao), little sprinkles of angst

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Surprise, bitch, bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. 😂 I can’t even try to cover for myself for the gaps between updates but I promise I will always come back around. We have a little bit of a time skip here which I think is fitting since in real life it’s been a hot minute since my last update. The lack of Nestor in this chapter will be made up for in the next one. Pinky promise. Also, let the record show that I would take a thousand bullet’s for reader’s father in this story. Every time I get back into this and write more of him I just enjoy it more and more.

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You surprised yourself with how quickly you fell into your new routine. You had hit a few stumbling blocks here and there, sure, but all things being equal everything was going smoothly. Only a couple times throughout the first month or so of being open did you call or text your father in a panic, just needing someone to tell you that it was all going to work out. And it always did.

It was late, and everyone from your crew had long since left to go home and sleep. You were still holed up in the back in your office, though. You had spreadsheets pulled up on your computer, a pad of paper with numbers and scribbles covering the page as you tried to get everything on the right track. The business itself was fine, but in the back of your mind you had to constantly be thinking ahead and beyond the scope of what everyone else could see, what everyone else was allowed to know.

Letting out a deep sigh, you dropped your pen onto your desk and dragged your hands down your face. Everything was going well, but when you thought too far ahead it started to throw you in for a little bit of a loop. You hoped that those feelings would lessen as time went on. Rubbing the inner corners of your eyes, you tried to convince yourself that it was finally time to go home and try to get some sleep.

The only break from the silence that had taken up most of your evening was the drive home when you had the radio to keep you company. After hours at the bar was silent, and the second you unlocked and opened the door to your house, you were met with more of the same. It didn’t get to you as much as it used to, but every now and then it felt like salt in wounds you tried so hard to ignore.

You dropped your bags on the end of the couch on your way towards your room. Grabbing your pajamas off the bed, and your towel off the hook on the door, you got ready for a much-needed shower to wash away how busy the day was, a chance to try and clear your head. Fighting the urge to try and break the silence, you left your phone untouched on the sink counter as you climbed in and pulled the curtain behind you. Steam was already beginning to fill the space as the hot water dripped down your head, trickling down your back as you smoothed your hands back over your hair. Your muscles instantly started to relax as your eyes shut.

Much too soon for your liking, the water started to run cold. With a heavy sigh, you reached and turned the shower off, taking a moment to brace yourself against the tile walls despite how cold they felt against your dripping skin. Pulling the curtain back, you reached for your towel to dry yourself off.

Once your towel was hung back in its rightful place on your door, you all but flung yourself onto your bed. You’d readjusted, for the most part, to sleeping alone. After a particularly rough day sometimes it felt too large and too empty, but you managed. Besides, there wasn’t really an alternative, was there?

You reached, plugging your phone in to charge for the night. You were about to set it down on your nightstand when a little voice from the very back of your mind grew just a little bit louder. Grinding your teeth along your bottom lip, you tried to weigh the pros and cons of what the impulsive side of your brain was suggesting. You tapped your nails against the open screen of your phone as you tried to tell yourself that it was a dumb idea, that nothing good was going to come out of it, even in the best case scenario.

You hadn’t seen or heard from Nestor since that night in the parking lot. It was a good way to leave things, you supposed, but something about it just felt a little off. You weren’t expecting him to call and ask about your day, per se, but you hadn’t even seen him at your father’s when you crossed paths with Miguel there. Marcus was always with him now, occasionally Paco, but never Nestor, and it struck you as odd. You knew better than to ask Miguel about it—if you were going to try and pry information from anyone it would’ve been your father, but that wasn’t a safe bet either. He would be able to read you immediately if you got onto that topic now.

Exhaustion and curiosity got the better of you and you went to find his name in your contacts. Your thumb hovered over the call button long enough for you to bail on the idea, but you didn’t. Your heart beat faster than you cared to admit as you held the phone up to your ear.

The nerves were for naught. Immediately an automated voice chirped into your ear, “Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice messaging system. At the tone, please record your message. When you’ve finished recording, you may hang up or press—”

You ended the call, not needing to hear the rest. Straight to voicemail. For nearly anyone else, you would’ve assumed that it just meant that they had their phone off. But you lived alongside Nestor too long to think that that was the case. What you didn’t understand, though, was why he would have your number blocked. You wondered if it happened back when you blew up in his face at Jade’s bar, but even if that was the case, he still came to see you outside your bar. So it had to have been more recent, and that just didn’t make sense. Things were as alright as they had been since he left. Why now?

You set your phone onto the nightstand, a crumpling sensation in your chest as you pulled the blanket up below your chin. It was just as confusing as it was painful, and you couldn’t even try to reach out for any kind of clarification. You didn’t want to believe that he would just cut you off like that of his own accord, but then you remembered that he did leave you. You wanted to believe he at least would’ve said something to you, though, that he respected you enough for that, for the bare minimum. If you hadn’t been so exhausted, you would’ve sat up longer and ruminated on it more. But your heavy eyelids saved you from that.

When your alarm went off the next day, you couldn’t help the groan that slipped past your lips. Your face was still buried in your pillow as you blindly reached over to your nightstand, feeling around for your phone to shut off the incessant noise. Even once you had, you still didn’t lift your face from the pillow for a little while longer.

You were brushing your teeth when your phone began buzzing on the counter, stopping the song that had been playing. Looking down, you saw your that your father was calling. You quickly rinsed your mouth out before answering.

“Hello?”

“You sound…awake,” he couldn’t stifle the laugh at the end of his sentence.

“Do you think that all I ever do is sleep?” you laughed and shook your head.

“You have to admit, most times when I call I’m usually waking you up.”

You couldn’t stop the roll of your eyes even though he couldn’t see you, but you still smiled, “Something I can do for you, Papí?”

“Right, yes,” his laughter subsided, tone becoming a little more serious, “I know we were planning on meeting later this week, but do you think you could come over today?”

You pulled the phone away from your ear to check the time quickly, “Yea, I can swing that.”

“Do you have all the numbers?”

Your brain was still fighting to decompress from everything you’d done the night before, but you were thankful that you’d pushed through and gotten it done, “Yea, I’ll bring all my notes and stuff with me.”

“Perfect. Thank you.”

“Of course,” you paused, “It’s not just us today, is it?”

“No,” the lack of elaboration told you everything that you needed to know.

“Perfect,” you sighed, “Gonna need to hire myself a driver so I can start drinking before these things.”

“Y/N, por favor,” there was a hint of warning combined with the half-hearted plea.

“I’m kidding,” you paused, “Sort of. Mostly. Anyway…I’ll be there. Promise.”

“Bueno. I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Hanging up the phone, you let out an unnecessarily loud sigh at the prospect of having to see Miguel again. Your father had warned you that at first you were going to have to see him on a somewhat frequent basis, and even though you had gotten the warning it didn’t make the situation bother you any less. You missed the simplicity of being a bartender and having the power to just kick out the people that were disrespectful as consistently as Miguel was. But this was the price for trading into the business, and it felt like quite the hefty fine.

The meeting had gone rather smoothly, if you had to be honest about it. You could see it in Miguel’s eyes that he was waiting for you to slip up, to not have an answer to one of your father’s questions, or for the answer that you did have to not be the one the man was looking for. It was astonishing to you how frequently Miguel seemed to forget that up until you chose to step back, you had been primed for this your entire life. Your father didn’t raise a reckless woman, or a stupid one, like Galindo so often seemed to think.

“If these projections are accurate, we should be right on track in less than three months,” you closed the folder that you were holding and slid it across the desk to your father, papers that contained information that you didn’t feel comfortable sending over email just in case. The more time that passed, the more you realized why your father kept so many hard copies of records.

“Perfect,” he took the folder, flipping through it quickly before setting it back down and looking over to you and Miguel, “Thank you both. I just wanted to make sure that we’re all on the same page going forward, that everyone has their timelines in order. I want things running as smoothly as they possibly can when we get to this next phase. I think this can be beneficial for everyone—” his sentence was cut short by the sound of his cellphone ringing. His brows furrowed slightly as he saw who it was. Looking to the two of you, he apologized and excused himself before answering the call, closing the door behind him as he walked out.

You let out a deep sigh, shoulders relaxing slightly as you started to gather up the things that you were going to bring to your office or back home with you. You felt Miguel’s eyes on you, but you didn’t comment on it, knowing that the less the two of you spoke, the better.

“Impressive,” he leaned forward, elbows propping on his knees.

“Hmph,” your laugh was humorless, “glad you approve of it.”

“Interesting way to take a compliment.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to him, “I don’t remember the last time you’ve ever given me a truly genuine compliment.”

“Does the animosity ever get exhausting for you, Y/N? Don’t you have enough other things to worry about, be angry about? Doesn’t this get old?”

“I don’t know,” you rested your hand on your hip, “Tell me, Miguel, does being a condescending prick ever get old?”

You saw the way his features hardened, “You’re not going to be able to keep running your mouth like that if you want to be successful in this,” he stood up, gesturing to your father’s desk.

“Don’t speak to me like you’ve got it all figured out and I don’t, Miguel. You just put a gold plating on everything to try and cover your own ass. My honesty has always rubbed you the wrong way.”

“Honesty, hm?” the way his expression shifted made you more nervous than it should’ve.

“Whatever you’re thinking, just say it. Not like my dad is here for you to impress.”

“I just don’t think,” he stepped in a little closer to you, “that out of the two of us, you should be the one lecturing about honesty. And maybe, just maybe if you learned how to plate things a little better, your circumstances wouldn’t be what they are now.”

Your stomach knotted and you tried not to let it show. Miguel had always been good at pretending to know more than he actually did. However after your little revelation last night, you couldn’t help but to think that maybe he wasn’t overplaying his hand as much as you wanted to believe. But you couldn’t picture Nestor caving and saying something. But maybe he didn’t have to, maybe Miguel really did just know him that well.

Setting your shoulders back, you met his eyes, “Maybe. But maybe if you weren’t so concerned about appearances and detaching yourself from everything and everyone in the process, your circumstances would be different too,” you paused, “How is Emily, by the way?”

Truthfully, you had no idea what the circumstances between Miguel and his wife were these days. Last you’d heard from Nestor things were rocky, but that was so long ago now. Your comment was completely rooted in the fact that you knew Miguel was unbearable to deal with a lot of the time. No amount of loving someone changed that. Clearly you hit the right nerve—his jaw set and you knew you’d gotten under his skin, “Not sure if you should be the one digging at anyone’s relationships, especially not these days.”

“Especially not these days, huh?” you chuckled, “Something you’d like to say, Miguel?” you baited him, wondering if he would be brave enough to say what he was thinking.

“I think you already know what I have to say.”

“Please,” your eyes narrowed, “Enlighten me.”

“You don’t even have a glass house to throw stones from anymore, Y/N,” his tone was calm, cold, “So maybe you should cut your losses while you still have something left to lose.”

“I’m not going to lose anything, Miguel. No need to start worrying about me now, not when you’ve got such a good streak of apathy going.”

“You think that having control over your emotions makes a person apathetic?”

“No, no. Not at all. I think that not giving a shit about what happens to the people within your circle as long as you come out benefitting in some way is what makes a person apathetic.”

“You know, Y/N,” Galindo slowly shook his head, stepping away and putting a little distance between you, “Even if I try to have a discussion with you, you just can’t handle a civil conversation. I am so sick and tired of your fucking attitude.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “My attitude?” you scoffed and shook your head, “You walk around here with your nose stuck up in the air, pretending you are so...” you tried to think of the right words, “far above it all, like you’ve got the upper hand or something. But you don’t. You’re not a king, or a hero— you’re not even decent. You’re just the son of a powerful man who had to leave his empire to you. Some guy who cleans up nice and knows who to pay to get the fucking job done because you have people who are smarter than you at your back. And you know what? That’s the way you’ve always been.”

“And you’re any different?” he snapped.

“I sure fucking am,” you stepped behind and leaned forward onto your father’s desk, palms flat against it as you stared him down, “I know you get a real thrill from swinging your dick around, Miguel, but that is the exact thing that’s going to get you fucking killed one of these days. And I won’t be sorry when it happens.”

He chuckled, “I’m not the one who—”

The conversation was cut short when the office door opened, your father re-entering the room. Both you and Miguel got your expressions under control. Just because the pair of you happened to talk a big game, neither of you wanted to go farther down that path in front of your father. Miguel wasn’t quite petty enough for that, and you weren’t brave enough.

He could still feel the tension lingering, though. Looking back and forth between you, he raised his eyebrows, “Apologies. Everything alright?”

“Yes,” you answered before Miguel could, “Galindo was just leaving.”

There was a smug smirk beginning to pull at the edge of his mouth, “Right,” he shook your father’s hand, “Good seeing you again,” glancing across the desk, he paused before saying, “Until next time then, hm?”

“Can’t wait,” you gave an insincere smile.

Once he was out of the office, your entire posture changed as you let out a sigh. You felt your father looking at you but you weren’t going to comment on the expression on his face if he wasn’t going to.

“I get the feeling that I interrupted something,” his tone was casual enough, but you knew better.

You chuckled, “Just a discussion that I’m sure he and I will pick up the next time we’re stuck in a room alone together.”

“It’s a shame this isn’t the type of business where you can send someone else to a meeting in your place,” he wasn’t going to encourage the distaste between you and Miguel, but he also knew that nothing he said was going to make it any better, either.

You laughed, “Imagine? I just send poor Ricky or someone with a note like, ‘Sorry I wasn’t available today. Please tell my assistant everything that I’ll need to know,” and just call it a day? Miguel would lose his mind.”

“You might just drive him to it yet regardless,” he shook his head as he made his way behind his desk, politely shooing you from his space, “I’ve been meaning to ask you, what do you know of his newest associate there, Marcus?”

You shrugged, “Not much. My interactions with him have been brief. He doesn’t seem like much of a chatterbox anyway—Miguel certainly does have a type on that front.”

“Hmm,” he nodded, clearly thinking it all over.

“I will say, though,” you pulled your bag up onto your shoulder, “that it seems to me that the people Miguel keeps close to him are much more sensible than he is when it comes to a lot of things. Like Devante, even though I had no use for him as a person, he knew this business, or even Nestor. I don’t think that Marcus is any different on that front.”

“Interesting,” he looked over at you, a soft smile spreading over his face as he shifted out of his business persona just a little, “I’ll walk out with you.”

The two of you walked through his house, the only sounds were coming from your shoes against the floor beneath you. He pushed the front door open for you, and it took your eyes a few long seconds to adjust to the bright sun.

“You’re alright?” he had slipped fully back into father mode on the short walk through the house, all professionalism gone from his voice, “I know that everything we’ve been talking about lately has been about this,” he gestured to your bag, “But if there’s anything else…”

You smiled at him, nodding as you both walked down the steps, “I’m good. I think…I think that being busy with all of this has been good for me.”

“If there is anything—”

“If there’s anything, I’ll call you. Te prometo,” you leaned in, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek, “I’ll see you soon, Papí.”

He nodded, pride lingering amidst his concern for you, “I’ll see you soon. Cuidate.”

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Protective Detail (21/?)

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Warnings: language, alcohol, very mild angst

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Y’all. Alright so I know it’s been approximately 5 million years since I’ve updated this story. But. Here we are nonetheless. That being the case, this is partially a filler/setup chapter, partially me getting back into the swing of this fic. I think about it constantly and I do have stuff planned for it down the road so please bear with me. Love you. xo

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It'd been a few days since the conversation with your father. You’d gone to see him the next day to get the money in order, and after that it was just a few quick meetings and the last of the paperwork. For all intents and purposes, you were now part-owner in what was going to be a very quickly growing business empire. It was hard to wrap your head around it, but you knew the reality of it would be settling in very soon. Slowly getting out of the current phase of your life was going to be tough, and a little heartbreaking the way that moving on always is, but you knew that there was no going back on it now.

You’d spent your entire shift trying to figure out how to talk to Jade about it. You knew that never in a million years would she give you a hard time about it. Truthfully, you were more upset about giving all of this up than she probably was going to be. Change was hard, and so much of it was happening all at once.

“Hey, Jade,” you started, trying to summon up the courage to tell her everything that was going on, “Can we talk for a minute?”

Concern flashed across her face and she nodded, setting her rag to the side, “Always. What’s going on, baby?”

You sighed, leaning over the counter of the bar as you faced her, “I, uh. I got a job offer.”

“Oh?” the surprise was evident on her face—this clearly wasn’t where she thought the conversation was going.

“Yea,” you nodded, “It’s, um, it’s one I can’t really refuse.”

Her expression fell—she knew that it had to do with your father, “What kind of offer?”

“A good one,” you admitted, although there was still hollowness in your tone as you tried to mentally process all the changes that were coming your way, “Couple of guys my father works with opening up a bar a couple towns over. They need a partner who is willing to manage things on a day-to-day basis as they expand. Gonna help them build it from the ground up. If that goes well, that’s going to essentially be what I do for any other establishments we put up, and then I’ll start being in charge of some of the bigger picture stuff once I get in the swing of it all,” as you said it all out loud, it made you realize that you were basically set for the short and long term as long as you stuck with it and everything played out the right way. There was a strange sense of security in it, “They want me to start next week.”

“Shit,” she nodded, clearly impressed, “that’s great.”

“Yea. Still don’t wanna leave here, though,” you let out a tired laugh, “Think you could come with me?”

She chuckled, shaking her head, “If only,” she paused, “But this is gonna be good for you, Y/N. Unfortunately, I think we all knew that this,” she motioned back and forth between the two of you, “was never a permanent fix. There were always much larger pieces in this chess game.”

You nodded, knowing that she was right. This was a nice pitstop on your way to your final destination. She walked around and grabbed two glasses, pouring whiskey into both before handing one to you and walking back to her seat on the other side of the bar. The two of you clinked them together before taking a sip. You cringed, never having gotten used to the taste of it.

“You’re gonna be fine, you know,” she said, seeing the sadness and apprehension in your features, “You know I’d love to keep you here forever, but this is gonna be a real good thing for you.”

“I hope so,” you traced your finger around the edge of your glass.

A few moments of silence passed and then Jade spoke up, “I figured I’d have more time to wait you out and pick your brain. But since that’s not the case…mind if I ask you something?”

You smiled, nodding, “Ask away.”

“What happened with you and your bodyguard?” she gestured to the stool he used to sit on.

You shrugged, trying to downplay the situation, “He got reassigned.”

She gave you a look that let you know you couldn’t bullshit your way out of it, “C’mon. That was more than a professional relationship. I could see it and I only ever saw you guys a few nights a week.”

You smiled as you stared down into your glass, “It was stupid. I was stupid.”

“That doesn’t sound quite right.”

You looked up at her, managing a quiet laugh despite the tears in your eyes, “Alright, maybe stupid isn’t the right word. He and I just had different expectations, I guess. I wanted more than he could give. I just…got in a little over my head.”

She chuckled, “That sounds a little more like you,” she reached over and rested her hand on top of yours, “I’m sorry.”

You nodded, quickly wiping the tears from the edges of your eyes, “It’s okay. It’s probably for the best, right? Considering all the larger chess pieces.”

Jade nodded but you could tell that her heart wasn’t in it. The two of you finished off your drinks and went back to cleaning up the bar. There was a lot to wrap your heads around. The rest of the night passed in silence, and you could feel that Jade was watching you to make sure that you were alright.

As the two of you left and locked up, you could tell that there were a lot of things that Jade wanted to say to you but wouldn’t. She knew that there was a lot that she didn’t know about your father and what he did, and she tried very hard to keep it that way for her own sake. You knew that, too, which is why you never told her more than the absolute minimum. It was one thing for you to accept the weight of the realities of your father’s life, of his world, but it was another to put that on someone else who had worked so hard to build a legitimate life for herself the way that Jade had. Despite all of that, though, she had always been willing to listen and advise the best that she could. There were so few people in your world like that.

“I know my opinion might not mean much,” she said as you walked out into the parking lot, “But if you were to ask for it, I would tell you that you’re gonna figure all of this out. It’s a lot, but you’re going to make it work.”

You smiled, “You’re too kind.”

“Not that kind,” she laughed, “You know the only thing that your father ever asked of me when I hired you, was that I look out for you while you were here,” she nudged your shoulder, “which I would have done anyway even if I had no idea who he was. I hope you know that you’re still my friend. Always will be. You are always welcome to come back here or reach out to me, no matter where you end up.”

You hugged her, “Thank you, Jade. I really appreciate everything that you’ve done for me.”

She held you tight for a moment, “Of course. You still coming in for your last few shifts?”

You pulled back, smiling, “Hell yea. Can’t get rid of me that easy.”

She laughed and nodded, “Alright, then I’ll see you soon. Stay out of trouble.”

Climbing into your car, you rested your head back against the seat with a sigh. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Jade getting into her own car. It hit you that it was going to be one of the last times you were going to be in that situation, or even in that parking lot at all. You had less than one week left of pretending that you led any semblance of a normal life. With a slight shake of your head, you tried not to think too far into the future and instead turned the key in the ignition, beginning your trek home.

Sitting in your father’s office the following afternoon, you sat with him going over the plans that had been given to you by Jude and Raymond. It was a short-term timeline to help things get off the ground as quickly as possible. It was the perfect paper trail, and if you and your father played it right, it would feed directly into what your longer-term plans were.

“They said that renovations should be done by the end of the week,” you told him as you idly tapped your pen on the paper, “Just gotta start hiring staff.”

“You’re in charge of that?”

You nodded, “For the most part. There are a couple people that they already guaranteed jobs to, which I’m not going to argue with. If it doesn’t work out, though, I told them already that leaving me in charge of day-to-day means that I get to decide if someone’s getting axed.”

Your father chuckled, “Setting expectations early on?”

“Don’t look surprised—you taught me that,” you smiled.

There were a few moments of silence between you before your father spoke up, “You’re still comfortable with this? I realize that it’s not hypothetical anymore, and that can change things.”

You nodded, “I’m alright. Really. Just,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, “trying to wrap my head around how I’m supposed to be interviewing these people for what they think are legitimate jobs when really all it is, is—”

“They are legitimate jobs,” he didn’t let you finish the thought, “Everything they’ll be doing is perfectly legal. What goes on behind the scenes, off the books, during transports, that’s nothing that is going to impact them.”

You waited for him to meet your gaze so he could see the look of disbelief on your face, “Papí, por favor,” you sighed as you leaned back in your chair, “se honesto.”

He chuckled, “Basta, mija,” he shook his head, “This is business. This is how it all works. The less they all know, the better.”

“Right,” you took a deep breath, “Anyway. Besides the plans, is there anything else you need from me for now?”

“I don’t think so,” he glanced over the paperwork on his desk, “You’re going to be operating almost exclusively with Raymond and Jude for the time being. Once things settle and start to go no the rise, we’ll have to sit and work some things out.”

There was a brief pause before you asked the question that you couldn’t stop yourself from asking, “How closely will I be working with Galindo?”

He knew it was coming, “You’re running in the same circles as him now, Y/N. You can’t get out of that.”

“I’m not trying to. I’m just…I’m trying to prepare myself.”

It was true. You needed to know what you were in for, how often you were going to have to speak with him and work with him. At face value, it didn’t seem like your business and Miguel’s would have any crossover, but as soon as you crossed into illegitimate territory, all the lines got blurred. He and your father had ironed out a lot of things over the years, but adding you into the mix meant that everything was going to get reworked.

And, while all of those were true and perfectly valid concerns, you knew that any time you had to see Miguel, you were most likely going to have to see Nestor. And that put a knot in your stomach unlike anything else.

“It’s not something you need to be concerned about yet. But, I won’t lie to you, there is going to be a period of reconfiguring. After that, as long as things run smoothly, you won’t have to see him more than a couple times a month,” he watched your expression intently.

You let out a quiet, hollow chuckle, “As long as things run smoothly. Right.”

“I have faith that you will run things well. If for no other reason, than to avoid him,” there was an amused look in his eyes and you couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Spite is one hell of a motivator, huh?”

“I can’t encourage it, but,” he paused, “yes.”

There was a soft smile on your face as you stood up from your chair and started stacking all of your papers together. Truthfully, a lot of what you’d gone over with him could’ve been done over the phone, but there was a sense of comfort in having the discussions in person while you were still acclimating to things. He wouldn’t always be there to guide you through it so closely, but you were going to take the assistance while you could get it. Plus, he didn’t seem to mind it at all, just glad that you were going to be in it with him 100%.

“I’ll keep you posted if anything changes,” you packed up your folders into your bag, “But other than that, I’ll see you at the grand opening.”

True, beaming smiles from your father weren’t exactly common, but he had one at that statement. He nodded, “You will.”

Walking around to his side of the desk, you leaned and kissed him on the cheek, “Cuídate, Papí. Te quiero.”

“Tú también. Te quiero,” he gave you a slight nod before you turned and made your way out of his office.

You were carefully shutting the door behind you when you heard a set of footsteps getting closer. Your natural assumption was that it was someone who worked in the house, so you didn’t pay it too much mind. Your focus was on the bag hanging from your shoulder as you dug around for your car keys. It wasn’t until the footsteps stopped and you felt someone staring at you, that you forced yourself to look up and see who it was.

Fighting the urge to sigh, you set your shoulders back and met Miguel’s gaze. You didn’t say anything, didn’t give any nod of form of acknowledgment besides the unwavering eye contact. You had no interest in speaking with him, so you weren’t going to be the one to initiate conversation. It hit you that he was probably there to discuss some of the same things with your father that you’d just finished talking about—trying to piece together what things were going to look like moving forward. You were thankful that your father hadn’t thrown the three of you all in a room together just yet. A degree or two of separation was probably best for the time being.

There was a beat of silence and you took that as your cue to leave, so you simply stepped to the side and continued walking towards the front of your father’s house. You were a few strides past him when he finally spoke up, and it didn’t surprise you at all that he’d waited.

“Looking forward to working with you, Y/N,” he remarked.

You didn’t bother to look back at him, “Oh, I’m sure.”

Part of you expected to hear his footsteps catching up to you again, but the house was silent save for your own. Relief flooded through you as you made your way out. As you opened the front door of the house, you were momentarily blinded by the flood of sunlight. All those years of living there, and you never remembered how tinted your father’s windows were. Reaching into your bag, you pulled out your sunglasses and put them on so you wouldn’t trip and stumble down the front steps.

You were reaching for the handle of the back door to your car when you felt a pair of eyes on you. Turning around, you saw Nestor standing outside of Miguel’s SUV. His phone was in his hand, and clearly he had been doing something on it before he saw you, but whatever it had been fell to the wayside instantly when he saw you coming out the door.

He looked exactly like he had the first day he’d brought you home—all business. Despite the fact that he had his business clothes on, with his holsters and those damn yellow shades, it was hard to look at him and not see the version of Nestor you’d gotten so comfortable with inside the walls of your house. He looked so put together, the way you’d expect the head of security for a cartel to look, but you knew better.

It was clear on his face that he had to force the words out, but he wasn’t going to let you leave without saying something, “All good?”

You took a breath as you nodded, opening the back door of your car, “All good,” you tossed your bag onto the seat before turning back to him, “You?”

He gave a small shrug as he nodded, “I’m here.”

There was no real sincerity to the laugh that made its way out, “Apparently it’s the place to be. Reminds me that I need to turn that guest room into a home office.”

A smirk was tugging at the edge of his mouth, “Might not be the worst idea.”

You could feel the urge to continue the conversation starting to build, and you knew that you couldn’t handle that. You had no idea when you would be able to handle it, but not yet. You shut the back door before stepping forward and opening the front door to slide into the driver’s seat. Nestor knew exactly what you were doing, and whatever shred of enjoyment he’d had slipped away just as quickly as it’d come.

“Stay safe, Nes,” it was the most genuine thing you could offer up without letting things drag on.

He nervously toyed with the phone in his hands as he nodded, “You too.”

It took everything in you to not look in your rearview at him when you started to drive away. There were far too many other things to worry about for the time being to be bothered with old situations that weren’t going to change. Or, at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself until your father’s house faded from view.

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Man-Child

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Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 560

Warnings: mention of dick sucking and Angel being a pouty boy

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“Stay right here please, I need to take a piss,” Angel said to you as he walked into the Walmart bathroom.

You decided that you would just roam around a bit, not far away. Angel was a grown man; he could find his way back to you with no problem.

You had completely lost track of time as you were walking around, and about 20 minutes later, you hear over the store speakers someone asking for you. “Y/N Y/L/N, your child is at register ten. Please come and collect.”

Child? That’s weird… “Child? We don’t have a child… what the fuck is this?” You said with your eyebrows furrowed together. But you decide to check anyway. Maybe it was one of the kids you knew from your friends that knew you were here and got lost.

When you get over to register ten, you see Angel sitting on a bench. His arms were crossed, legs bouncing up and down, and he was pouting at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud as you walked towards your boyfriend. “Child? What the fuck Angel? Are you pregnant? Why didn’t you tell me?” You couldn’t help but laugh even more at your own words. God, you were funny. “Oh no, the cashier meant you! You are the child!” You leaned down a little, holding onto your knees because it started to hurt so much from laughing.

Angel didn’t find it humorous. He was still in the position as he was a minute ago. “You left me. You left me all alone. I spent 20 minutes trying to find you.” He looked so cute when he was trying to be angry. “Aww, I’m sorry, my Angel,” you took both of his hands in yours, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw a Karen giving you both dirty looks, and you knew it was then time for you to go before she caused an unnecessary scene in the store.

“Come on,” you helped him to stand on his feet, “let me buy you a lollipop, and then we’ll get out of here.”

That seemed to put him in a better spirit because his face was smiling from ear to ear now at the mention of something sweet for him.

As you were walking out of the Walmart doors hand in hand, Angel was sucking on the candy you had given him. He was happy and satisfied, and it looked like he had left what happened just minutes ago out the window.

“Are you happy now, Angel? With your lollipop?” He wrapped his lips around it, sucking for a second before it came out of his mouth with a pop. “It’s not the only thing getting sucked tonight.” He gave you a wink indicating that it would be his dick in your mouth in a few hours.

“HA!”

He stopped dead in his tracks as he held his arms up by his side, annoyed, but you continued to walk towards the bike. Your head turned towards your irritated boyfriend standing in the middle of the parking place, a shit-eating grin on your face. “I ain’t no predator Angel! Now come on, let’s go home and watch the children’s network,” you almost shouted, “man-child,” the faintest of whispers.

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Once everything was being put into motion, the days started to fly by. You were too busy to think about anything besides getting everything up and running. Sleep came in small spurts, and most of your diet at that point was caffeine and whatever drive-thru places were open during the odd hours that you were driving around getting things ready.

The hiring process had been much more enjoyable than you thought it was going to be. You had to detach yourself a little bit from the reality of the situation, something that your father reminded you about on multiple occasions when you would get tripped up over the bigger picture. The team as a whole seemed promising, though. The few people who had come into it with guaranteed spots were surprising to you. You knew better than to judge books by their covers, but even still, some of them definitely caught you off-guard, not seeming like the kind of people that your new partners would owe favors to. As long as they knew what they were doing, all the other details of it didn’t matter to you, and you hoped it stayed that way.

A majority of the set-up and preparation for the big opening had been done by you. The process of it made it very clear to you that Raymond and Jude weren’t new to this kind of thing at all—they were all too happy to delegate it to you, only reaching out when they had specific questions or were in need of updates on something in particular. Part of it felt like a test, which maybe it was, but it was also a reminder that you were going to be captain of your own ship. The adjustment period was going to be brief and unforgiving.

It was the most that you and your father had been in touch in a long time. He had always been present in your life, it had been that way since you were a child, but you knew that the stakes were different now. You also knew that he could sense you being on the verge of being too overwhelmed by it all, and he was just trying to be an anchor for you, the way he had been your entire life. And, even if you were too stressed out or sleep-deprived to say it the right way, you appreciated it.

“Everything set for Friday?” he asked as he walked through the bar, taking extensive mental notes on everything.

“As set as it’s gonna get at this point,” you let out a tired chuckle.

“You have anything special planned? For the opening?” he prodded, wanting more details than what you’d given him over the last week or so.

You smirked, nodding, “Sort of. Just a little something before-hours for those in the know,” you waited for him to make eye contact with you, “Such as yourself.”

He smiled, “Who else is on the list?”

“Funny you should ask,” you pulled out your phone, “Ray sent me the guest list—this was all his and Jude’s idea. Guess it’s something they do for every new spot they open up. Lasts for like an hour before doors open and service starts,” you shrug as you scroll through your emails to find it, “Seems like it could be cool.”

“The three of you are still getting along alright?” he asked as he watched your expression shift into one of focus.

“Oh, yea, of course. They’ve been really—” you stopped mid-sentence, “Fuck.”

Your father’s brows immediately knitted, “What is it, mija?”

You let out a groan, “They invited fucking Galindo.”

Not that he wanted to make light of your frustration, but your father was fighting very hard not to laugh, “He is one of the most prominent businessmen right now,” he tried to choose his words carefully, “It’s smart of them to try and keep him close.”

“So close that he’s gonna be in my fucking bar?” you shook your head, mumbling a few curses under your breath,

“You still want to work with them?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Galindo isn’t fucking this up for me,” there was no room for argument in your tone.

Your father gave a nod of approval, “Good,” he paused, “What about the less frustrating guests?”

It got a laugh out of you as you shook your head, continuing to read off the names that were listed. A good majority of them were people you knew in some capacity, even if it was just brief meetings throughout the process of getting the bar off the ground. There were some, though, that you didn’t know and were curious about meeting. The men you’d gone into business with seemed to have quite the range of associates. And, you supposed, they were your associates now too.

You could see the slight sense of unease in the way that your father was standing, occasionally drumming his fingers on the top of the bar. You laughed, shaking your head, “You really don’t need to do anything, Papí,” you walked over and rested your hand on the outside of his arm, “It’s all under control. I just need you to show up and mingle. You know, talk me up a bit.”

“This is payback for years of asking you to do the very same thing for me, isn’t it?”

You laugh, pulling him into a hug, “Maybe. Now you’ll see why I always hesitate before I agree,” stepping back, you smile at him, “Go home, rest. I’ll see you in a couple days.”

He hesitated before finally giving you a slight nod and letting you walk with him to the door. The two of you exchanged your goodbyes and he left, leaving you to try and get a few more things done for the day before finally heading home. There wasn’t much else that you could really do until everything got underway. Whatever tweaks had to be made, you wouldn’t know about until problems arose. As much as you hated it, you knew that that was just how things worked.

You’d never taken so much time to get dressed for anything as you did for the opening. You knew it wasn’t going to be like the events you attended at your father’s—there was no need to be quite that dressed up. But you also knew that your first impression was extremely important. You settled on a simple, but elegant dark red dress that fell just above your knees and paired it with a black draped blazer and a pair of black heels that were short enough that standing in them all night wouldn’t kill you. Was it the kind of thing you’d wear to work regularly? No. But it was a special occasion and it stepped things up just enough to prove the point. After doing your makeup and hair, you took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror, trying to fully grasp what you were about to set out to do. There were no more hypotheticals anymore, and as exciting as that was, it was also nerve-wracking.

You were the first one to get to the bar, which was a relief. You wanted a few minutes to yourself before everyone else got there to make sure it was all exactly the way you wanted it. You did a final sweep and dusting of everything, checked to make sure that all the liquor had been delivered and stocked, and set about getting champagne glasses out and ready before finally allowing yourself to sit at the bar for a moment and soak it all in.

The moment was short-lived, however, as your team started to roll in. All the staff were invited to the opening regardless of whether they were slated to work for the rest of the evening, and you were extremely glad that they were all planning to show—it’d be a bad look if things panned out any differently. Jude and Raymond strolled in early as well, and you had to admit it was nice to have the entire crew under the same roof for the first, and possibly last barring any other special events, time.

Everyone else began to show up and start mingling. There was a hum of excitement throughout the place and it felt good to know that it was that way because of something that you did. For a brief moment you wondered if your father still felt this way when he was hosting events, if the wonder never quite wore off.

While you would’ve been more than content to essentially just hang out with your father for the duration of it all, you knew that you were playing host and that meant you had to be at the top of your game when it came to mingling. And, from the way that things looked, your father was living for it—you never saw him this social at his own events.

You’d been putting off going and talking to Galindo for as long as you possibly could. It would’ve felt more noticeable if Jude and Raymond hadn’t been keeping him occupied, so you made a mental note to be a little extra thankful for them. It was only right, you figured, since they were the ones who invited him in the first place. However, all too soon it was time for you to go and speak with him.

One of the first things you’d noticed when he arrived was that he wasn’t traveling with the people you were used to. You recognized him, and Emily of course, but the man that was with him was someone that you’d never seen before. If nothing else, your curiosity was winning out and forced you to go and have a conversation.

You greeted Emily first, and as per usual she was perfectly pleasant towards you. Whenever you saw her, you couldn’t help but to wonder what Miguel ever said to her about you, if anything at all. You had to assume that over the years she’d asked him questions, and you wished that you knew what his answers to them were. She never gave any inkling that she knew about the bad blood between you, and it left you wondering if she was just an extremely good actress, or if she really had no idea. Whatever the case was, she provided you with a beat of respite from her husband on more than one occasion and you were forever grateful for that. Miguel was the next person you greeted, and if you weren’t mistaken, there was something that almost resembled genuineness when he congratulated you. There was still a bit of a smug expression on his face, but at this point you just figured that was his default, especially when he was talking with you.

Finally, turning to the man next to him, you smiled and held out your hand, “I don’t believe we’ve met before? I’m Y/N.”

His grasp on your hand was gentle but firm as he offered you a smile and a nod, “Nice to meet you. I’m Marcus.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” you couldn’t help but to give him a quick once-over—he didn’t come off like the kind of man that would work for Miguel, but then again the more you got to know Nestor the more you wondered why he worked for him either. You ventured to ask a question that perhaps should’ve been saved for a more private setting, “You the new head of security?”

A subtle smirk tugged at the edge of his mouth, “Something like that.”

Miguel offered up a more concise explanation, “Marcus is my new consejero. My right hand, as it were.”

You nodded, gears immediately beginning to shift in your mind as you realized how many changes must’ve been happening within Galindo Enterprises since the last time you got nosey. Despite the fact that you knew better, you prodded Miguel just a bit more, “Surprised you showed up without your security team. Or did you have them case the place beforehand while I wasn’t here?” you arched your eyebrow, a perfectly pleasant smile on your face.

Miguel chuckled, “Any place that is safe enough for your father, Y/N, surely must be safe enough for me. Besides, these types of things no longer fall under Nestor’s purview. Figured the two of you were still decompressing from being cooped up together for so long anyway,” there was a challenging glint in his eyes as he asked, “Best for everyone this way, right?”

You fought the urge to clench your fists as you nodded, not letting your smile falter, “Well if you think so, it certainly must be best, Miguel,” turning to Emily, you let yourself relax, “Come with me, I think you’ll get a kick out of the wine selection we have here.”

She laughed, nodding, “Don’t need to tell me twice,” she offered up a small nod to Miguel and Marcus before following you towards the back of the bar where all the wines were carefully stored and organized.

The two men watched as the two of you walked off, chatting and laughing as though there wasn’t anything more to life than what was directly in front of you. Marcus watched you interact with Emily for a few moments before turning and facing Miguel.

“Old friend?” despite the fact that his tone was neutral, the sarcasm was palpable.

Miguel chuckled, “Don’t think she would describe it that way.”

“You would?”

“Her father worked with my father,” he dodged the question, not wanting to get into all of it with Marcus knowing it wouldn’t help his case regardless, “And now, I work with her father and with her.”

“Good thing the two of you get along so well then, huh?” Marcus was fighting the urge to be outwardly amused by all of it—he could feel how much you got under Miguel’s skin, and vice versa.

It wasn’t too much longer before it was time to actually open for the night. Your hopes for the evening were high, but not unrealistic. Raymond had been in charge of all the promotion and for that you would be forever grateful. Before doors opened, though, you knew that you were supposed to say a few words. The thought of it made you cringe from the inside out, but there was no getting out of it. Your father saw the hesitancy in your face and offered up a few last encouraging words before nudging you into action.

Once everyone had their champagne glasses, they all turned to look at you. For a moment you felt like you were back in college about to give a presentation—a bunch of people looking at you expectantly, like you were supposed to have something profound to say. Over the course of the week you’d jotted down a few things, but nothing overly concrete, and certainly nothing that you had memorized. So, like with most other things in your life, you winged it and hoped for the best. You gave out a general thank you to everyone for coming, special thanks to your new team as well as Jude and Raymond. It all must’ve sounded good, because everyone seemed relatively pleased by it all.

“But,” you laughed as you wrapped up, “I know you guys aren’t here to listen to me talk all night. We’re all here to drink, so let’s get to that!” you raised your glass, and just like that, things were ready to rock and roll.

There were a few more minutes until it was time to open, enough time for anyone who didn’t want to stay and linger with the big crowd to politely say their goodbyes and make their way out. A small handful of people took advantage of the out, and you couldn’t say that you blamed them. You thanked them, wishing them well and telling them that you’d see them soon regardless of whether or not you actually would.

“You know,” your father said to you with a smile, “I don’t know if it’s what you actually want to hear, mija, but you’re very good at this.”

You chuckled, appreciating the compliment as you swapped out his champagne glass with one that had whiskey in it, a drink that was much more his speed, “Better than being bad at it, right?”

He smiled, shaking his head as he took a sip of his drink, “I’m proud of you.”

You stopped for a moment so you could really look at him. Giving him a slight nod, you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, “Thank you.”

Much to your surprise, the Galindo’s stayed even after the bar opened to the public for the night. You wondered what was really keeping them there. Emily seemed like she was genuinely enjoying herself, and you had to imagine that she didn’t have the chance to get out all that much so she was soaking up as much as she could. But you also knew that if Miguel gave the word, all three of them would leave immediately. It made you wonder what was keeping him there.

Once things got rolling, there wasn’t a whole lot you had to do aside from making sure that everyone was alright, both guests and staff. It was chaotic, but it was a controlled chaos. And for it being the first night, things were going much smoother than you had been anticipating, which was great. It left you with time to mingle and introduce yourself, all the things that you were supposed to be doing as manager and part owner and host.

Against your better judgment, you made your way back over towards Miguel and Emily. The two of them were talking to each other, so you took the opportunity to try and grab a couple minutes talking to Marcus. You were painfully curious as to what he was all about. He didn’t seem like the other men employed by Miguel. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw Devante, and you didn’t miss him at all. But Marcus didn’t seem like him at all, or even like Nestor, or the number of other men you’d met briefly over the years of knowing him.

“I feel like this might not be your typical scene?” you offered up with a soft laugh as you handed him a glass of beer.

He gave you a good-natured smile, “It’s a nice place.”

“Yea,” you nodded, “I think it’ll do just fine,” you waited to see if he was going to be the one to continue the conversation. When he wasn’t, you tossed out a relatively harmless question, “How do you know Miguel? I may not have ever met you before, but I know he’s not known for bringing in strangers.”

You could tell that he was trying to figure you out, size you up a bit. It wasn’t something you could blame him for. “Worked distribution for him for a long time,” he took a sip of his drink, “Finally found a time to trade up for a suit.”

A laugh slipped past your lips, “You sure it’s a trade up?”

It got a quiet laugh out of him, “I guess we’ll see, huh?”

The sound of Marcus laughing caught Miguel’s attention. Turning to face the two of you from his conversation with Emily, you could see that he was trying to piece together the situation. The tight smile on his face didn’t fool you—you knew he was very aware that he was playing on your field and he had to be extra careful about how he moved forward.

“Marcus giving his review of the new place?” Miguel offered up with what he could manage of a laugh.

You smiled, shaking your head, “Not quite,” you saw the way his expression faltered for a moment before he recovered, and you couldn’t help but to prod him a bit, “Just asking how he managed to get involved with a man like yourself, Miguel,” you drummed your fingers against the surface of the bar, “Never ceases to amaze me that you seem to reel in these men who seem so knowledgeable and capable. Almost feels like you should be working for them, not the other way around,” you laughed, partially because you never cease to amuse yourself, but mostly because you could sense Miguel’s blood starting to boil.

Marcus must’ve too, because he was watching Miguel intently as he took another sip of his beer. For a moment you thought that maybe he was going to interject, but something told you that he was too old to bother meddling in the middle of disputes like this. He was much happier to let the young bucks try and sort it out themselves.

Miguel took a deep breath, and you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was about to come back with something great, something incredibly slick. But before he could, a different, but very familiar voice cut through the rest of the noise.

“Y/N!” Jade’s voice was punctuated with her easily recognizable laugh.

You whipped around, a smile quickly taking over your face, “Jade!” you stepped in and threw your arms around her in a hug, “Holy shit, you’re here!” you let out a surprised laugh.

She nodded, stepping back to get a good look at you all dressed up, “Wouldn’t miss it, babygirl,” she glanced around the bar, “Sweet setup you got here.”

“Thanks,” you paused, “How are you able to be here?”

“Ugh,” her groan turned into a laugh, “I don’t want to think about it. Had to leave Eddie in charge.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “Oh, c’mon, Eddie is a good kid. He tries.”

“Right now his only job is to try not to burn the place down.”

“I’m sure he’s gonna do fine,” there was a brief pause and you realized that there were a couple pairs of eyes watching, waiting for an introduction or explanation.

Jade noticed it at the same moment, “Wanna introduce me to your friends?”

You laughed, “Sure. Jade, this is Miguel Galindo,” you did your best to keep your tone neutral as you said it.

“Ah,” she shook his hands with a nod, “yes, Y/N’s told me about you before.”

“Good things I hope,” he offered up a charming smile.

“Things,” Jade corrected with a seemingly innocent laugh, knowing exactly what she was doing.

Fighting the urge to laugh, you turned her attention to Emily, “This is Emily Galindo.”

Jade’s smile softened into something a bit more genuine, “Nice to meet you, sweetheart.”

“And,” you nodded towards Marcus, “this is Marcus…” you realized you never got his last name.

“Alvarez,” he reached out, clasping both his hands over Jade’s one.

“Well, nice to meet everyone,” Jade gave a smile and a nod, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna see if these kids know how to mix a drink.”

There was an assortment of quiet laughter at her departure, and they all took that as their moment to give a brief goodbye. They made their appearance, saw what there was to see, and it was time to head off. You couldn’t say that you were sorry to see them go.

Miguel was the last to say goodbye, shaking your hand as he did so, “Nestor sends his best, by the way. He said to tell you congratulations.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, “I’m sure he did,” you all but flung his hand away when you broke off the handshake.

Your whole body relaxed once they were gone, and you made your way towards the bar where you saw Jade sitting and chatting with your father. The sight was a little jarring, but not necessarily in a bad way.

You made your way over and stood by them, listening as they made casual small talk. There was something comforting about it. You weren’t expecting it when Jade turned to you halfway into their conversation and asked, “So, does Galindo make it a requirement for all of his employees to be good-looking or?”

You laughed, “Jade.”

“What?” she shook her head and took a sip of her drink, “I’m married, not blind, Or dead. Marcus can be my business partner any time he wants”

You shook your head with a laugh, “I’ll get back to you on the job requirements. I’ll have to get a good look at the job posting on LinkedIn next time he puts one up.”

“Please do,” she chuckled.

The night was long, but simultaneously flew right by. Before you knew it, it was just you and the skeleton crew left doing cleanup after everything. Everyone was talking amongst themselves and you all pitched in to get everything cleaned and closed up as quickly as possible. After thanking them all for putting in extra work and time tonight, you sent them on their way to get whatever rest they could manage.

You lingered for a little while after everyone was gone, closing out the night the same way you started it, with just yourself. Taking a deep breath, you shut off the last of the lights and turned on the alarm system. Locking the door behind you, you walked around the building to get to the parking lot. While you were digging through your purse for your keys, you felt someone’s eyes on you. Your hand instinctively dug deeper into your bag for your next line of defense as you looked around to see the source of your unease.

You saw the SUV parked next to your car and you didn’t know if you wanted to sigh in relief, or turn around and walk away. Taking a deep breath, you grasped your keys in your hand and made your way over.

“Some people might consider this to be creepy, you know,” you said as you unlocked your car.

“Well, last time I walked into a bar you worked at, you pointed a gun at my head.”

You laughed, “Almost did the same thing again,” there were a few beats of silence before you said, “Miguel gave me your regards.”

He shook his head slightly, “Of course.”

“What, you didn’t really wish me the best?” you had to laugh.

“You know that’s not it.”

You paused, your tone softening as you replied, “I know,” running your hands down your face, you couldn’t help but to ask, “Galindo ban you from the premises? Or was that a personal choice?”

“What do you think?”

You shrugged, “These days? I’m not so sure.”

“He made sure I had other things to do.”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s such a fucking child. I’m telling you, Nes, just call and ask my father for a job. He won’t hesitate to give you one.”

“Y/N—”

“Or,” you didn’t let him finish the sentence, “I’m still looking for security for this place,” you gestured towards the bar, “Doesn’t pay Galindo Money just yet, but it will eventually.”

He chuckled, and you tried to ignore how exhausted he looked, “Tempting offer,” he paused, the small smile fading from his face as a more serious expression took over, “I’m proud of you.”

You smiled, nodding, “Thank you. I’m…I’m proud of me too,” it felt a little weird to say it out loud, but good. Clearing your throat, you jumped to a more light-hearted comment, “The kids here are no me,” you chuckled, “but if you ever want to stop in for a drink, they do alright.”

He smiled as he leaned back against his car, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Surprisingly enough, it was the calmest you’d felt all night. You didn’t think that it was possible for you these days to feel that way around him. But, for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel like you were being weighed down to the ground with the intense sadness that had loomed over you for so long. Maybe it was because you had so many other things to think about and do now, maybe it was because the day had gone so well. You didn’t really know. There was a comfort there that you hadn’t felt in a long time, and it was refreshing.

In the seconds of silence that passed between you, Nestor took in how good you looked. Not just how beautiful you looked all dressed up for opening night, but just how content you seemed. It was a far cry from the woman he’d seen working the closing shift at the bar all those weeks ago. He would never say it to you, because it was selfish, but it hurt. He did it to himself, but it still hurt.

“I’m glad today went well,” he said with a nod.

“Yea, me too.”

A smirk curled at the edge of his mouth, “Sorry for being creepy. I just, you know, wanted to see you.”

You laughed, “I’ll allow it just this once. But only because I’m in a good mood,” you didn’t know if it was the smartest move, but you stepped in and hugged him, arms looping around his neck as you leaned into him, “Thank you.”

His arms looped around your waist, squeezing you tight as he fought the urge to kiss you, not wanting to ruin the good moment he was getting to have with you, “Of course.”

You both lingered for a little longer than colleagues or friends were supposed to, but neither of you chose to comment on it. When you finally pulled away, you made the conscious decision to not think about the wistful look in his eyes.

“If there’s a good chance to ask, see what Miguel and Marcus made of Jade,” you said in an attempt to get the sad look off his face.

“Jade was here?” he chuckled, “Now I’m really sorry I missed it.”

Neither of you said anything for a moment. You knew that you couldn’t stand in the parking lot forever, though. Taking a deep breath, you reached out and gave his hand a light squeeze, “Goodnight, Nestor.”

Pressing his lips together for a moment in an attempt to get his thoughts in check, he finally gave you a slight nod, and the smallest of smiles, “Goodnight.”

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Mama Bear

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Word Count: 700

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Bishop and you were going to invite the whole club for a little get-together at the house. Food, drinks, and good company were on the menu. You hadn’t seen them for a while because of your pregnancy and the chaos that has been the club life the recent months. You were a few months pregnant now, and the boys haven’t seen how much your bump has grown.

Bishop wouldn’t let you move a muscle, so the only thing you were allowed to do was the shopping list, while he would be the one to buy everything in and set it all up. Everyone had their particular needs and flavors for what they liked, so the list grew with each member. Being the “mom” for them all, despite being younger than most, it was your job to keep track of what your precious children loved and wanted. Bishop was sitting at the table as you read up everything that would need to be bought.

“... beers for Ez, gummies for Letty, Steve likes strawberry ice cream, and of course, we can’t forget the chicken nuggets for Angel this time. He almost had my neck when I forgot last time.” You chuckled to yourself at the funny memory of Angel being a sad and pouty boy.

“That’s a lot of shit, sweetheart,” Bishop complained in a teasing manner. “Hey, you were the one that wanted to invite the kids over,” you hit his arm with the long list, “you know how grumpy they get when they don’t get their favorites.” “Yeah, let’s not relive the last get-together we had.” You both shudder at the memory of drama and crying.

The day of the house party had come, and you stood at the door as you greeted every one of them. Their faces lit up at the sight of your baby bump, highly visible. Words and kisses were left upon it by the men that would be there to protect and love the little joy that would be born in just a few short months. They could see how happy you and Bishop were, and that left a small print of light in their dark lives as part of the MC.

Everyone was out in the backyard enjoying themselves. The sun shone down, and the music from the stereo created a relaxed atmosphere. Bishop had just fired up the grill for the heaps of meat that was ready to be grilled and consumed by some hungry bikers. The drinks and snacks went faster than you could refill it.

Since it’s been forever since you saw everyone, you went around to catch up. They all felt safe and comfortable in your presence, so they became colossal blabber mouths when you approached them. Whether it was just a quick chat or asking for some much-needed advice, you were there for them. You were always like a fun, caring, and loving “mom” to the group. Always there for them whenever with whatever they needed. You took care of them and loved them when they hadn’t anyone else to go to.

Once the sun started to come down and everyone was packed with food in their bellies and sitting in groups having conversations, you approached your husband, who was sitting somewhere to the side just enjoying that for once, his brothers had a day with no worries in their minds. You sat down on the two-seater, legs draped over him as you took a moment to rest for a bit.

“Tired?” “Ugh, yes! You try playing mom with these children in men's bodies.” The comment made him laugh some. “It’s not easy being mom and dad,” he stated.

“Like, why did we decide to get pregnant when we already have like 10 of them.” “Sorry, sweetheart, but can I just quote you in saying: fuck Bishop, please finish inside me I need to feel you.” You threw a pillow at his shoulder, “shut up,” a smirk on your face in remembering how you ended up in this situation.

“Come here.” He opened his arms for you to get between. You shared a sweet kiss as you watched over your kids, all happy and content, while caressing the one that still wasn’t born.

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