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[drabbles-mc]

📸 credit: Michael Irby's Instagram

I just love and miss them sm 🥺

[bullet-prooflove]

Hi. This is an ask for Nestor Oceteva ❤️ again. The prompt is: 16. Cold wind rushes down on my face. Thank you so much.

References to the upcoming Galindo!Series

It’s in on a beach in Maine that Nestor finally allows himself to cry.

You’re three hours into your journey home and you’ve stopped to use the restroom at a nearby gas station. He’d climbed out to stretch his legs and found himself wandering along the rocky promenade, his gaze fixed on the ocean as it crashed against the concrete breakers. He feels the spray of salt on his face and finally something inside him just breaks.

Grief isn’t new to him, he’s seen his share of death, felt it acutely.

But what happened with Miguel, it hits him hard because for such a long time he had thought the other man cared for him, that he was part of this family. It’s only over the past few years he’s learned the truth about the nature of their relationship, how he’s been manipulated for the other man’s needs.

It’s thinking about that email that destroys Nestor. He had known that Miguel hated you but there had always been that uneasy truce, he knew it could only end one way or another, but he hadn’t expected himself to be sacrificed so carelessly. It’s in that moment he realises that he was nothing to the other man, just a pawn for his dealings and it’s that that cuts the deepest. He wipes the tears from his cheeks when he hears you approach.

“It’s ok to grieve him.” You say softly as he tucks his hands into his quilted jacket.

“He doesn’t deserve my tears.” Nestor tells you resolutely.

And you know that deep down in his heart he believes that. The past four days have been an emotional rollercoaster, he needs to take the time to process everything that’s happened, to come to terms with the emotional toll of what you’ve done.

His arm wraps around your shoulders, drawing you close, tucking you in against his body. He closes his eyes as he buries his face into your hair, inhaling the soft scent of your shampoo. There’s such a comfort in you, a stability and security that he craves in this moment because once more his world has been tipped upside down and you’re the lighthouse in the midst of the storm, holding fast, always there to shelter hm.

“Thank you.” He whispers, his lips brushing over your temple. “Thank you for doing that I couldn’t.”

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[burningtacozombie]

❤ Guero, I didn't have you for long but I will miss you ❤ (Mayans MC 5x10 - Slow To Bleed Fair Son) Now, lords, take leave until we meet again, Where’er it be, in heaven or in earth.

[thegirlwhowritesfics]

Gino Vento by Randy Gonzalez

[mysoulisasunflower]

Gino Vento as Nestor Oceteva

Mayans MC | 1.2 "Escorpión/Dzec"

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[mayans-mc]

Mayans MC gif meme → 6 characters [5/6]: Nestor Oceteva __________________________ All you need to know ... If you live by this, you die by this.

[wilnutsstuff]

🥰🥰🥰

[gillysoldlady]

[zaenight]

Jess X Nestor

[r26yz]

ossessione (1937)

[klimt7]

Boccadasse

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[drabbles-mc]

Guero, Bottles, Downer, and Nestor

📸 credit: Andrew Jacobs' Twitter

[bullet-prooflove]

Also “she sets the world on fire just to watch the sucker burn” with either Nestor or Tig? Pretty please 💖

When you set fire to Alice Reed's house Nestor stands alongside of you smoking a cigarette, the two of you watching the flames lick up towards the night sky.

"Been a while since we burnt down something together." He smiles before handing you the cigarette. You take a drag before nudging his shoulder lightly with your own.

"You missing the days when we used to do crazy Cartel shit together?" You tease as your head comes to rest upon his shoulder.

"No." He says, his lips ghosting over your hairline. "I like this better. We both know the other is safe, there's no tip toeing around..." he trails off. "I like coming home to you."

"Yea me too." You say tilting your head up towards him.

He smiles, his thumb ghosting along the curve of your jaw, his rings glinting in the light from the fire as he cups your cheek.

"Happy anniversary mi corazon." He whispers against your lips before kissing you.

It's everything, the sensation of him against you, the smell of smoke in your nostrils, the heat of the fire. You feel that familiar stirring, electricity erupting through your synapses as he deepens the kiss, tongue dipping into your mouth. You grip the leather of his kutte, moaning as his arm wrap around your waist to draw you closer.

"We need to go." He murmurs reluctantly, his forehead coming to rest upon yours.

Already you can hear sirens in the distance, you sigh before taking a final glance at the destruction you've in your wake.

You wish that the two of you could have stayed to watch the whole place burn.

[burningtacozombie]

Inside Look: Behind the Series Finale With the Mayans Cast and Crew X

[thegirlwhowritesfics]

I am not okay Gino Vento by Randy Gonzalez

[mysoulisasunflower]

Gino Vento as Nestor Oceteva

Mayans MC | 1.3 "Búho/Muwan"

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