#miguel galindo x oc

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15 | ONE THING RIGHT

Fandom: Mayans M.C.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Female OC Adelaide Lancaster.

Summary: After her crush rejected her for so many years, Adelaide found the love of her life, but not everything is perfect. Not when she fell in love with the devil.

Words: 2,602.

A/N: So... HI. It's been sooooo long and I'm so sorry. I'm not gonna come up with excuses, just so you know, I'm sorry lol. Uh... I don't know if someone is reading this, but if you are... thank you so much. I was sad for the news that the next Mayans season is the last one we'll get and I finished this chapter. I don't know what I'm gonna do once the show is over, but I guess will be our time to keep on writing about them idk lol... As always: English is not my first language, so, sorry if there are grammar mistakes or if the redaction is poor. *gifs not mine*

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“Your husband called.”

It was eight in the morning and Adelaide woke up when a nurse walked into her room. The first she told her was that she’ll have an intravenous antibiotic, but she didn’t pay too much attention. Truth was that she barely listened since the doctor told her that they didn’t find her baby’s heartbeat.

Dita got into her room during the night to leave her purse and ask her to let Miguel inside. She just thanked her for taking her stuff and for being there. She completely ignores what she had told her about Miguel. She didn’t care how worried he could be; she didn’t want to see him.

“He said he’s coming to replace his mother and wanted us to ask you if you could let him in.” The nurse says once she pulls out the syringe. Adelaide doesn’t turn to her.

“I don’t want to see anyone.” She repeats and the nurse just nods and walks out of the room.

Adelaide lays on her right side, her back to the door and her gaze to the window. She knows that she has to face Miguel at some point, but she still doesn’t want to do it. She would like to think that he didn’t mean what he told her the night before, but his words keep repeating in her head, and she is not sure she could stop them.

When she started to work after she got married, she had the purpose to leave her work in her office and be completely present at home. Her only job when she was with her son, was protecting him. Make sure he was fine and… she couldn’t do it. With neither. Both of them are gone.

“I said I don’t want to see anybody.” She says when she hears the door being open. She’s not sure how much time has passed by now, but she’s sure it’s not a nurse or a doctor, they would have knocked on the door before. So, she keeps her gaze on the IV that’s on the back of her hand and wipes the tears off of her face.

“And you know how much I fucking don’t care?”

When she hears that voice, Adelaide turns around to see her best friend a couple of feet away from her bed.

“Who called you?” She asks, sitting up as fast as she can ‘cause her back still hurts from the epidural she got. Ez translates that as the chance to get closer to her.

“Emily.” EZ says, shrugging “She said you didn’t want to see anyone, that maybe you’d talk to me.”

Adelaide's eyes start to fill with tears and Ez sits at her side to hug her, letting her cry on his shoulder as much as she wants.

She doesn’t understand why but there is something in Ez that, somehow, calms her down. She had to be mad at him, she had to tell him to go away and not get close to her again, but now that she has him near, his closeness comforts her.

“Emily also said that Miguel deleted our numbers…” She hears Ez say once she controls her tears. She texted Emily Ez’s number once Dita brought her things during the night, and she also told her what had happened. She never thought her friend would dare to talk to Ez that soon “How did you get them back?”

“I called Riz’s sister and she gave me his number, then he gave me yours,” Adelaide explains, but she realizes that Ez doesn’t pay that much attention to her. He looks like he has so many things in his head “What?”

“I don’t like what he did… it’s not right.” Ez says after sighing.

“He knew I saw Angel yesterday…” Adelaide looks at his friend and when she sees the confusion on his face, she realizes he doesn’t know the context of the situation “He always loses his mind when your brother is involved.”

“Why?” Ez asks even more confused.

“Because he hates him.” She simply says.

“Why?”

“You’re not gonna let it go, right?”

“Nope.”

Adelaide sighs and even though she’s not in the mood to tell him about her past with Angel, she does it.

“Before I knew Miguel, I confessed my feelings to your brother. At first, he said that he didn’t feel anything back, but then he did. We started dating, I guess… at least everybody thought that we were but we never talked about it, we never felt we needed to.” She half smiles. “We were like that for eight months or so, and it was everything I imagined since I was a teenager…”

“Ugh…” Ez looks disgusted and all Adelaide can do is hit his ribs with her arm.

“Shut up, you wanted to know.” They laugh for a few seconds, and once their laughs calm down, she continues “Then, one day out of the blue, Angel came and said that what we were doing wasn’t right. That you saw me like a sister and your father as a daughter. He said that the only relationship he wanted to have with me, was the brother-sister one, and he left before I could tell him I was pregnant.”

Adelaide feels his gaze on her, but for some reason, she can’t look at him.

“I was so mad, Ez… I’ve never felt like that before, and… what was I gonna do? He didn’t want anything with me and I didn’t feel ready to have a baby without a father, so, I went to Los Angeles to get an abortion.” She pauses, ‘cause the memories of last night come back to her. She waits until the lump in her throat vanishes and thanks Ez that he doesn’t push her to continue before she’s ready “Two weeks later, Angel came to me to ask me for a pregnancy test my mother found… I had other options; I could have lied to him, but I noticed he was happy and I felt the necessity to wipe that smile off of his face, I wanted him to feel the same that I felt so I told him, and I know it’s your brother but…”

“He’s an asshole most of the time, I know…” Ez says. Adelaide nods and even though she feels she doesn’t deserve it; she thanks the Lord because his best friend’s not judging her decisions.

“I got what I wanted. Angel was so mad, he even told me that he hated me for what I did. We stopped talking to each other until I went to the clubhouse for Coco’s birthday… I just went to give him a cake I baked but Angel asked me to stay, that he didn’t have any problem with that because I was Coco’s friend too, so I did… Angel got so drunk and he apologized for what he said. He told me he missed me, that he wanted us to go back to the friendship we had before all of that, and I missed him too so I pushed my feelings for him aside and I accepted.” She looks at the rings on her finger and she smiles ‘cause the words she’s about to say are forming a memory in her mind. She still can see it all perfectly and the butterflies are still there “A couple of months later I met Miguel…” she says “Angel didn’t like it at all when I started dating him. Even the club tried to convince me to leave him, but I loved him. It just… happened too fast. Then, two months before Miguel proposed to me, I had a pregnancy scare… I was at Lore’s house and I was crying when Riz stopped by. I tried to pretend to be okay but he knew something was wrong and he told Angel… When he asked me, I told him the truth and you know what he said?”

“Bullshit, I guess…”

Adelaide nods.

“His exact words were ‘Well... if you are, you already know how to get rid of the problem’.”

“What the fuck, Angel?” Ez mutters, shaking his head.

“That’s what I said.” Adelaide shrugs “I talked to him again the day after Miguel proposed…”

Ez doesn’t say anything for a moment. She sees him trying to digest everything she said. She also doesn’t add anything. She feels she talked way too much. Probably was way too honest.

“Miguel knows all of this.” Ez doesn’t ask. These few days, she’s been in charge of letting him know that Miguel is the one that she leans in, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she had told him everything.

“I had to tell him because your brother threw a scene at my parent’s house when I was pregnant with Cristobal. He held me in his arms the whole night while I cried.” That’s the moment when she can’t keep on with her words. It doesn’t matter how much she tries to put the events of the night aside; she can’t make them go away “I was thinking about all of that the whole night… that was the first thing I thought when the doctor told me that… that my baby was gone…”

Her hands land on her eyes trying to stop the tears from going out. But the blame she’s feeling for the decisions she made in the past is even stronger than when she made them.

“They told you why it happened?” Ez asks once she sighs and uncovers her face.

“No… they said that sometimes happens. It can be for long periods of stress, ‘cause the baby wasn’t completely fine… but I think it was karma.”

Ez shakes his head, disagreeing with her “You said Miguel loses his mind when Angel is involved… you can trust me, Addie. You can tell me what really happened…”

Adelaide takes her gaze up to him once she understands what he said between the lines. His words take her by surprise but she’s aware that more than one person in her social circle could and would think the same way.

“You think he did this? No… I mean, we argued but he didn’t touch me. He would nev—”

“I have seen him doing things that—”

“That I haven’t, I get it…” Adelaide says, a little bit mad ‘cause out of all the people in her life, she thought Ez would be the one that could never doubt her common sense “I know what he does, Ez, I know who he is. I don’t need anyone telling me about it.” Ez tries to speak, but Adelaide doesn’t give him the chance “I’m not that helpless little girl you met, anymore… you need to understand that.”

“I do…  I just… I don’t trust him.” He looks at her and, again, she’s not surprised by his words. It’s not the first time she hears them “The fact that he deleted our numbers because he was jealous…”

“Who said he was jealous?” She lets out a laugh and Ez throws her a glance “Miguel is not jealous of Angel…”

“No… he’s jealous about the life you used to have.” Ez tells her but she can’t imagine Miguel feeling that way “He’s insecure about you wanting to go back to that, after everything you left behind—”

“Why would I?” She interrupts him “I love him, and I know I said shit last night but I’m happy with him…”

Ez doesn’t insist anymore and she’s glad. She’s been listening to a lot of people saying that what she feels for Miguel isn’t love since the moment she started dating him. Even now that they’re married. She was tired of that.

“You said you saw Angel… what did you talk about?” He asks.

“You really don’t know?” She lifts an eyebrow and can see his regret for asking that crossing his face in less than a second.

“You know it…” Ez says and sighs “Listen, I didn’t know that she was trying to take Cristobal, if I knew, I would have warned you, I wouldn’t have—”

“Ez, I don’t care anymore.” Adelaide interrupts him, shaking her head no and making Ez turn to her “Cristobal’s fine and he has to come back tomorrow.”

“Adelita said something that I didn’t understand…” Ez says after a couple of seconds. Adelaide doesn’t say anything back ‘cause she knows Ez hasn’t finished talking “She said that she didn’t understand how could you marry one of the responsible for your father’s death.” At this point, Adelaide freezes. She doesn’t speak not because she doesn’t have anything to say, but ‘cause she doesn’t know how Adelita knows that “I thought your father died in a car crash…”

“I thought that too.” She finally says.

| Then |

| ONE YEAR EARLIER |

“Your abuela made it…”

She wasn’t her grandmother, but Alonso’s mom loved her as her granddaughter and she almost threw a big party when Adelaide and Miguel told her they were expecting their first child.

Adelaide was almost six months pregnant. She could no longer hide her bump and that only made her and Miguel even more excited about starting their own family. The nursery was almost done; Adelaide and Bridget designed it and Miguel was also being part of the process it didn’t matter how tired he whenever he got home. Sure he had more money than what they needed to hire someone so his wife wouldn’t have to work, but he was enjoying so much being part of creating the place where his child would spend the first years of his life in.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” Adelaide smiled as she looked at the white knitted sweater that Alonso gave her. She was so thrilled to know her son would be loved by many people and she couldn’t wait any longer to have him in her arms, but she couldn’t say anything else ‘case her parents’ doorbell ranged. “I’ll go…” Adelaide said and still with the sweater in hand, she went out of the kitchen towards the front door. There, she found someone unexpected “Angel…” Adelaide said surprised and the smile that was forming on her face, disappeared immediately when she noticed Angel’s gaze was on her bump.

“You were the one I wanted to talk to…”

With those words, she confirmed that he was drunk. She took a glance at the jeep outside and saw Gabriel about to walk towards them, but she shook her head to let him know everything was fine.

“What happens?” She asked looking down at his hand, he still had a bottle of beer.

Angel looked at the bump on her belly again and didn’t say anything, as if he couldn’t do something else than look at that spot on her body.

“I was about to tell you, it’s just that Miguel and I decided to keep it between us for a couple of months…” she started to say. The moment she told Miguel she was pregnant, he said the news had to stay in their inner circle, just family and very close friends like Bridget and Emily knew. But Angel didn’t seem to be listening to her words. He just shook his head and looked up at her face slowly.

“You’re a piece of shit…” He said. Hatred irradiated out of his eyes as she gave a little step back not understanding what he was talking about.

“Angel…” She whispered looking back to see if anyone listened to his words but there was nobody near “What are you saying?”

“You…” he repeated slower “Are. A fucking. Piece of shit.” Angel gave a step towards her, and leaned to be closer to her face “That’s what you are…”

“You should go, you’re drunk.” Adelaide asked giving another step back to close the door, but he didn’t let her by placing a hand on it “Angel…”

“Why?” he asked raising the tone of his voice “Who’s in here? Here’s your husband? I didn’t see his lap dog outside…”

“Angel…”

“No, it’s fine.” He said lengthening his last word and stepping into the house “Let’s tell him what kind of woman he married…”

“It’s everything all right?” Amanda asked coming out of the living room.

“Yes, mom,” Adelaide said nodding and about to ask her to go back to the kitchen. She didn’t want anyone to hear ‘cause at that moment she knew exactly what Angel was talking about.

“You never told her, right?” Angel said laughing under his breath “You didn’t have the guts to…”

“What’s happening?” Adelaide’s mom asked again but she only shook her head.

“He’s drunk; he doesn’t know what he’s saying…”

“The fuck I know!” He shouted, “You… you’re walking around, really happy, showing your bump, so proud for Galindo’s baby, but… what did you do to the other one?”

“Angel, please…”

“You… you killed it!” Angel shouted again.

Amanda looked at her daughter, but Adelaide only could look at Angel. Now, both of them had tears in their eyes. She pressed her lips together and tried to hold back the tears.

“You didn’t tell me shit!” Angel continued getting angrier “I would have been there for you and him, or her… I wouldn’t have run!”

“Angel…”

“Angel! Angel!” He said laughing “Is that everything you know how to say?” Angel looked at her, both of them forgetting about the fact that Amanda was there and now, Alonso too “You let some doctors kill my baby… our baby.” He pointed to her and then to himself, and that was the moment when neither of them could hold their tears “And that’s something I’ll never forgive you for.”

“You should go, mister.” Gabriel tried to grab Angel’s arm but the Mayan moved.

“I hope you remember what you did every time you see that kid’s face.”

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✎ - director’s cut

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

“𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨/𝐎𝐜” (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟏)

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

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

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

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

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

“𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐃𝐳𝐞𝐜” (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟐)

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

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

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

"𝐁𝐮𝐡𝐨/𝐌𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧" (𝟏𝐱𝟎𝟑)

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

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝟎.𝟗𝐤 - KJ makes his rounds.

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

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

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

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

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

☄. *. ⋆ Marcus and Gabriella mourn together.

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

☄. *. ⋆ Gabriella meets Miguel.

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

☄. *. ⋆ Gabriella confronts Miguel.

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀/𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒 ✧.*

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

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Chapter Eighteen is now live! Please don't yell at me!

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Crashing

Nestor Oceteva & Sister!OFC (Magdalena Oceteva)

Warnings: 18+, language

Word Count: 388

A/N: I'm posting this from my phone and I feel SOOOO out of my element in doing so lmao. This is too long to be a drabble, too short to be a full fic. But regardless I'm dedicating this to @broiderie because if you hadn't gone and reblogged my old Nestor's sister post I never would've started writing this little AU that's been in my head 💖

(On mobile and don't have my taglist. Sorry y'all 😅)

“Ding dong!” she practically kicked the door open to the Galindos' house.

Before Miguel could even think to respond, Nestor let out an exasperated sigh, one laden with frustration that came from deep in his soul, “Mags, please, don’t.”

She whipped back around to look at her brother, “What? They don’t have a real doorbell. That’s not on me.”

Miguel was laughing and shaking his head as he walked over to her. Wrapping her in a hug, he said, “Magdalena, it’s good to see you, despite the circumstances.”

She hugged him back, “Good to see you too Miguel.”

“It’s been too long.”

She laughed, “Because you spend too much time with my brother. Shit, start paying me to hang out here all the time like you do with him. I’ll at least provide entertainment.”

Nestor’s sigh couldn’t be heard above the laughter of the two of them, “Mags…”

She looked over at him, propping her hands on her hips and mocking back his tone, “Nes…”

He gestured to her backpack, setting her suitcase in front of her so she could take that as well, “Can you put your shit away so we can talk?”

She held her hands up in mock surrender, “Sorry, sorry. Forgot you two have top secret business to attend to,” she grabbed her suitcase, “Send a smoke signal when I can come back downstairs.”

Miguel couldn’t help his laughter as she made her way upstairs. The two of them listened for the sound of the guest room door closing, waiting a little longer still until they heard the muffled sounds of her music before speaking. Nestor was still shaking his head at his little sister as he spoke.

“Thanks again for this, Mikey. I owe you.”

Miguel waved him off, “You don’t. You’re family. So is Magdalena. If her staying here keeps her safe, she can stay as long as she wants.”

“Don’t say that too loud,” he warned, “You’ll never get rid of her.”

Miguel shrugged, “She’s good with kids, right? Could use the help.”

Nestor let out a chuckle, “You don’t want Cristobal to end up like her. I love her, but she’s a fucking handful.”

There was a knowing look in Miguel’s eyes, “She balances you out, hermano. One of the Oceteva’s had to not be so serious all the time.”

[stacie-marie-bloom]

GLASS HEARTS: Chapter Seven Nestor Octeva Fanfiction

Word Count: 1152

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[saturnville]

the man in the suit.

pairing: miguel galindo x afro latina fem oc (eliana)

prompt: miguel becomes infatuated with eliana, the owner of a popular coffee shop in town.

an: I was asked to bring back the Miguel Galindo fics by an anon. it's been over two years since I've written anything Mayans, but I'm always willing to revisit old fandoms, so, here we go, I hope you enjoy.

Her coffee shop was a staple in the town. Known for the rich Colombian coffee beans ground with intentionality, brewed with love, and served in mugs crafted by her own hands. The aura was always calm. Busy, but never so much that guests couldn't enjoy their time. They, just like she often, would get lost in the melodies of indie music that played from the speakers and drunk off caffeine and oat milk. The Tranquil Lounge was a blessing to Santo Padre.

Saturdays were the busiest days in the Lounge. College students stopped by to grind out assignments due the following day at midnight, entrepreneurs chugged coffee like water to finalize funding proposals, and others snuggled by the window with a good book. They were lively and invigorating; her favorite days in the shop.

She danced around her employees, humming a Marc Anthony tune as she topped off a cup with cold foam. Vivir mi vida, la, la, la, la, she hummed to herself.

"I'm very impressed. Most people don't know the lyrics passed the chorus," said an unfamiliar voice. Her teeth gleamed as she smiled softly. Her head still down, she placed a lid on the cup and slid it to the other side of the counter.

"I consider myself determined when it comes to learning song lyrics," she replied. "What can I get you?" Finally, she lifted her head, and she struggled to fight the instinct to gasp. How had he found her little coffee shop in town?

Miguel Galindo was notorious in Santo Padre. A businessman with illegal practices. The government hated him, men envied him, and women wanted him. Everyone in Santo Padre knew who he was and they knew better than to cross him. Their families could end up missing within hours if they upset him. It should have struck fear in her heart, but his presence did the opposite.

Her eyes scanned his attire. Bold of him to wear a white suit to drink coffee. But, it looked beautiful against his olive complexion. It was perfectly tailored to hug his broad shoulders. Her eyes followed its outline.

His brown eyes scanned the beautifully curated menu behind her. Bright colors against the blackboard. Sunflowers, rainbows, and bees decorated the menu. Creative, he noted. "I'll do a hot caramel macchiato. Medium, please." He handed her a twenty-dollar bill. She halted. The drink was $4.

Miguel looked unamused when she parted her lips to object, so she simply took the bill from his hand and thanked him with a smile. "Enjoy, hope to see you back soon."

He nodded. His eyes dropped to her nametag. Eliana, Founder. "Thank you, Eliana. You have a good day, quierda."

She smiled bashfully, "Gracias. You too."

-

Miguel Galindo was enamored by her. He saw the silhouette of her figure when he closed his eyes to rest at night. He heard the southern twang of her accent as he listened to music on the radio, and he saw the richness of her eyes in the mounds of chocolate chips scattered in Christopher's pancakes.

He made frequent appearances at the shop after that. Catching her friendly grin and gentle hands as she passed his cup to him was one of the few highlights of his day. He cherished it, craved it, and adored it.

He felt lucky when he waltzed into the shop one Saturday morning to find it empty. He thought it was a slow day, but she'd closed it for cleaning. And rather than turning him away, she welcomed him in.

"Your usual?" Eliana questioned. She propped her broom against a stable surface and turned to move behind the counter. "On the house."

"Oh no," Miguel waved. "You're not even open, I see." It was Eliana's turn to force an object into his hands. His usual--hot caramel macchiato; medium with a smiley face drawn on the side of the cup.

"You keep me in business, Mr. Galindo," Eliana replied teasingly with a smile. She was so pretty to him. The woman with a mahogany complexion and soft eyes with an unexplainably gentle aura.

Miguel's eyes dropped to the floor as he chuckled bashfully. He had a tendency to pay more than was due, but he credited it as paying in advance for future visits. "I just like to support where I can." Eliana picked up her broom and hummed, instructing him to get comfortable in the cushioned chairs near the window.

His eyes scanned the marvelous artwork that decorated the dark walls. Murals of people parading in fields of palm trees with drums, colorful skirts, and baskets of fruits, vegetables, and grains. They were all of deep complexion. His eyebrow rose.

"Where are you from?" He found himself asking.

"Costa Chica of Guerrero. Mexico." The area where Black Mexicans were the most populated.

"Tu familia?" Your family?

Eliana shrugged a shoulder and bent over to sweep the dirt unto the dustpan. "En México. Conseguí una beca para estudiar aquí. Se graduó con un título en negocios y decidió quedarse. It's a long story." In Mexico. I got a scholarship to study here. I graduated with my business degree and decided to stay.

Miguel mimicked her actions and gestured to the empty seat across from him. "I've got the time if you do."

-

They were polar opposites. She was an extrovert, he was introverted. She loved the fall, yet he found it one of the sadder seasons. Tea was her favorite, though she owned a coffee shop, but coffee was his holy grail. He grew up without his father present, but hers was her rock. So many new discoveries that he basked in like warm comforters on a winter day.

“I enjoyed today,” Miguel said as he walked her to her car. Hours had passed, the sun had set, and their day had come to a close. “I’d like to see you again.”

Eliana hummed as she tapped her key fob. Her vehicle chirped excitedly. She reached for the door handle, but Miguel beat her to it. She thanked him gently and slid into the seat. “Well, you’ll know where to find me, Miguel.”

He chuckled and nodded. She wasn’t going to make it easy for him, but. he liked that. Effort was required. He liked a challenge.

“I do,” he replied. “Be ready tomorrow evening. Be safe tonight, Eliana.”

Her brown eyes are twinkled with curiosity. She stretched up and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Wear a white suit.” And with that, she started her car and sped off into the night, leaving Miguel to bask in the eagerness of seeing her again.

[brattyfics]

summary:

❥ "you've been giving me bedroom eyes for the past hour- time to show me what, exactly, was on your mind." in which miguel and his wife spend some quality time alone after a night out. inspired by this prompt.

pairing: miguel galindo x black female reader

tags: explicit content | porn without plot | outdoors sex | exhibitionism (if you squint)

word count: 2.2k

"You've been giving me bedroom eyes for the past hour- time to show me what, exactly, was on your mind." Miguel's fingers slinked across the soft, silk material covering Isla's curvy frame. He squeezed the indent of her waist and then those shapely hips he loved so much, wishing he could grope the cuff of her ass. Instead, he settled for hoisting her into his chest with a low growl.

Miguel had wanted to go straight upstairs when they arrived home from the banquet, but Isla insisted on sharing a nightcap first. The couple slinked through the sliding patio doors with expensive shot glasses full of their favorite amber liquid; liquid that now warmed their chests and bellies, glasses that now sat on the table across from them forgotten.

"Have I?" She moaned as he leaned into her. Isla's palms rested against his suit-clad chest, just barely keeping the beast at bay. Honestly, it was a wonder he'd lasted so long before pouncing. "Sure you didn't just imagine it? You know they say when you want something bad enough, you'll convince yourself it's there even when it's not."

"Really?" He teased, nuzzling his nose against hers. She nodded, reaching under his arms to pull him closer. "Am I imagining this too?" He looked between them, wolfish grin gracing his face, and then those fingers she loved so much went from caressing to tickling.

"Miguel-" She warned. The giggles didn't do much to convey her seriousness, but he was interested in doing more than tickling anyway. Her breasts jiggled in the low-cut dress when she laughed, demanding his attention the same way they had all night.

"Let's get you out of this." He said seriously, tugging at the thin silk ties laced over her shoulders.

Isla grabbed his hands and held them in her own. Men disappeared, dissolved away in a barrel of acid as if they had never existed when Miguel said so, so playing hard to gave her a thrill. "Don't be so presumptuous, dear. Who said I was putting out tonight?" Those big, brown doe eyes portrayed perfect innocence, but he knew better.

Miguel scoffed as she brushed a stray curl away from his slightly sweaty forehead. Determination set in his brow. "There's nothing presumptuous about it. You're mine." He squeezed her hands before letting go. "To touch, to love, to fuck." He pushed until her back rested against the soft cushion. He lifted the skirt of the long gown, savoring every inch of skin as it rose, and with her help hitched a leg around his waist.

Pressed center to center, she was no longer interested in tipping the scales. Miguel could see the fight leave in the way her shoulders went limp as he slid between her legs. But she put on a tough face, always did, even with him. "For some reason, I don't remember those vows." She whispered into the night air, sarcasm falling short.

Miguel's eyes never left her lips. He loved her- for all her complexities, the way they complemented his own. "I remember well enough for the both of us." And he did; remembered the way her stubborn curls fought their way out of her elegant up-do, framing her face in pretty spirals. The way the ivory dress clung to her frame and accentuated her assets, not unlike the blue number she was wearing now. It made his heart squeeze just thinking about it.

Isla could see something playing out behind his eyes, felt the tenderness in her core. Emotion bubbled in her chest, and she had to laugh to shake it. "And do you remember that you're mine? Miss You're-So-Smart-And-Insightful was all over you, laughing at your jokes, touching you here, and you just let her..." She stroked his broad chest and shoulders, pouting. "I love you, honey, but you're not that funny."

Miguel shrugged, barely containing a smirk. "Emily seemed to think so."

"Yeah, well, Emily wants to get in your pants. Been there, done that." Would like to do it again. Like, now.

Miguel snorted, no longer able to contain his laughter. It was always fun to rile his wife up, see her get jealous when she should know better. "So it was Emily you were watching tonight then?" He teased.

"No." Isla scowled. "I was keeping a close eye on what's mine." The possessive lilt in her voice made his groin ache.

"Don't want anyone else getting a hold of this, huh?" Miguel guided her hand to caress his clothed erection.

She bit her lip, looking him in the eyes. "No." She spoke firmly, sure.

"You should probably start laughing at my jokes then-" She slapped his chest, kissing her teeth. "That was a joke, dear." Miguel grinned, smooching her cheek sweetly. She grabbed his face and whispered seriously. "It better be." Then her tongue dipped inside his mouth for a taste.

Miguel welcomed the contact, tasting remnants of the smooth brown liquor from earlier. He was drunk on it and her. Kissing the corner of her mouth, he broke away to tell her what had been on his mind all night. "Looking like this…sin all wrapped up in a pretty blue dress just for me, you don't have to worry about Emily or anybody else. This color on you…should be illegal." He dropped a kiss to her collarbone. "I almost don't want to take it off." He admitted, even as he tugged the material down so that her chest was bare, dress pooling around her midsection.

Her skin pebbled in the cool night air, erect nipples begging for attention. "But nothing could be better than this. You. Just you." Wet heat trickled between her legs as his fingers circled her dark areolas, but he didn't even have to touch her. His tone was always so seductive, sweet whispered nothings luring her into all his traps. Even now, Miguel seemed almost devil-like in the best way, beautifully dark eyes intensely tracking her movement as if he wanted to devour her.

"You too." She whimpered when his hot mouth found her breasts. Instinctively, she arched into his mouth, silently pleading. Don't stop. More, please. The words went without saying. Miguel knew her body like no one ever had before- what every little gasp, moan, look meant.

Fortunately for her, he wasn't in the mood for any extensive teasing. He toyed with the sides of her lace undies for a moment before slowly working them down with the help of her shimmying hips. He stopped when he got them down to her ankles. "I want them on." His teeth glinted in the moonlight as he offered the vague explanation.

A chill ran down her spine as his belt clinked. The panties restricted her movement, kept her trapped underneath Miguel, which had probably been his plan all along. She welcomed it, parting her legs as best she could while he probed her opening with the tip of his penis. He slowly worked the length between her folds, groaning under his breath as she wet him up. Neither his fingers nor tongue were necessary because Isla had been ready for him all night despite her earlier words.

A smart ass until the end, Miguel groaned as he slid home. "Aw, baby. You're so wet." She whimpered underneath him, no doubt creating wrinkles in his suit jacket with how hard she clutched the fabric between her fingers.

Miguel held her neck firmly in his grasp. "You expect me to believe you weren't thinking of me all night? About what I would do to you when I got you alone?When you're this wet?" Only Miguel could make a simple question sound so accusatory, like she had committed a travesty by downplaying her attraction to him. In another life, he could have been a lawyer.

"You're insufferable." She panted, shifting her hips to accommodate his length as he worked himself deeper. On top, Miguel used her hips as leverage to hold her down, groaning with each stroke into her tight heat. With the way she gripped him, he knew neither of them would last long, but he chanced a glance at where they were joined anyway. Seeing them together in that way was his favorite; it was physical proof outside of the sensation that they were one. So was the essence she coated him with, only him.

She was far too gone to care, but somewhere deep inside Isla hoped that none of the guards could hear the sound of their skin slapping together in the quiet of the night. It was probably wishful thinking.

Meanwhile, Miguel's eyes shut tight while concentrated on not coming too soon. The sounds, sensations, and sights were causing a sensory overload. She's first, always first. He repeated over and over in his head.

But then she started mewling his name, pulling at his neck and shoulders and fucking back against him all wild. She rocked into him- once, twice, again and again- sensitive clit rubbing deliciously against his pelvis. "Oh. Oh. Oh." She cried repeatedly before coming with a strangled sob, failing to keep quiet as she covered him in slick.

Miguel cursed, opening his eyes to see the blissed-out look on her face. It was still too much. He wanted to bury himself inside of her even further. He forced himself to look away and caught a glimpse of them in the glass sliding door. The lights were off in the house, so he could make out their shape pretty well. Suddenly, he wasn't ready to finish just yet.

"Turn over." It took a minute for the words to register, and another for her to get her bearings. Miguel helped her up, yanking her panties down and then throwing them off into the abyss, hissing as the night chill touched his wet erection. He pushed at the middle of her back until she was positioned how he wanted, sighing when he was inside her again, dark eyes glued to their reflection.

From his vantage point, he could see everything. The way her breasts swayed forward with each thrust, the way her face scrunched up when he went too deep. It made him pound into her harder, groaning all while she struggled to stay upright. Her thighs and ass caught the brunt of the abuse, jiggling back against him. It was erotic and mesmerizing. He needed her to see. "Look." He grunted, voice shaky in a way it rarely got.

His ego was feed by the fact he rendered it almost impossible for her to do something as simple and mundane as lifting her head while he's inside her, but she had to see the picture the two of them make. It's perfect.

"Look at what I'm doing to you." He said firmly, forcing her chin up. Isla obliged with a lazy sigh, eyes blinking slowly as she took it in. There was something so filthy about her being less than half-dressed while he was still clothed, pants and underwear pulled down just enough for him to get inside her. His greedy hands groped whatever they could, holding her up by the skin between her stomach and pelvis before moving up to clutch her breasts tightly.

She could see the hunger, the desperation for release in his eyes. "You're nasty." She managed to gasp out loud.

"You make me this way." He panted. "And you like it."

"I love it." She moaned, reaching between her legs to rub her clit.

"Because you're nasty." He told her. She nodded her agreeance. He shook his head. "Tell me."

His hips stuttered, toned arms coming down to cage her in as his clothed front resting against her back. Without further instruction, she whispered the words she knew he wanted to hear. And then she reached back further, using her slick to massage his balls until he came with a loud groan behind her, slamming into her with each spurt of his dick.

"God-" He groaned tiredly, settling on top of her heavily.

"-Don't bring him into this." She teased, though she was low on energy herself. Isla grabbed his neck and pulled his sweaty face close to hers. Miguel nuzzled her like he knew she wanted.

She couldn't help but giggle when the cloud of lust faded and reality set in. They had a bedroom- actually, six bedrooms and about ten other rooms with miscellaneous purposes that they could have had sex in. Instead, they'd fucked on the patio furniture that would definitely have to be replaced with the look of the wet patch they left behind. It was honestly ridiculous.

"How am I supposed to make it to the bed after that?" She asked lowly. Miguel didn't respond and she didn't expect him to. He always needed a minute after sex to get his bearings. It was fine, she talked enough for the both of them. While she did, he stroked the skin of her stomach lazily, staring up at the roof of the covered lanai. He didn't seem concerned with making it to the bed- fuck it, she thought, snuggling into his side and rambling on some more.

Her dark eyes blinked lazily into his own. Too often, she found herself deciding to not care about things when they were together. Miguel had a special way of making himself the center of the universe.

"Oh, god." She suddenly realized, sitting upright. "We have to find my panties. I'll die of embarrassment if Maria comes across another pair somewhere it shouldn't be." Miguel watched her bounce around as she searched. She frowned at his lack of concern. "Get up and help me!"

notes: I hate all the smut I’ve written as of late, but I figured I better post this before it dies mid-production like 80% of the things I write. Hopefully, you guys enjoy it.

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[daisy-day-dreams]

Then & Now

A/N: Hey everyone, I hope you're having a good day ☺️. Here's a little something for a new little series I’ve had in mind for a while now. I hope you enjoy 🤗 thank you so much for reading!

Warnings: Angst, fluff, pregnancy and mention of abortion

Word Count: 639

*gifs not mine*

Then

Angel pulled into the parking lot of the clinic putting the car in park before turning off the engine. He looked over to Iris who was chewing her nails, a terrible nervous habit of hers. He rested his hand on her knee giving it a squeeze. “We can always go back home.”

She turned to look at him, meeting his deep brown eyes. The eyes that could always bring her comfort. “Do you think we are doing the right thing?”

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. He made her a promise years ago he’d never lie to her. “I don’t know if there is a right or wrong but you know I have your back always and I support whatever you want to do.”

“But this can’t just be my decision.” She couldn’t stand the thought of this just being on her, of Angel coming to hate her for it someday. They both knew deep down what the right call was for them right now but knowing didn’t make the decision any easier.

“Look I love you, Iris, always have and always will, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and have a hundred babies with you,” he smiled back at her having earned a small smile from her at that, “but we thought it over,” and they did more thoroughly than anything else they ever had, “and it’s just not the right time.” If she changed her mind and didn’t want to go through with it he would support her and care for his family but he also knew how tough it would be. They could barely support themselves right now and with him starting prospecting soon he’d be away more than he would be there for her and he didn’t want that.

She nodded letting him pull her into his arms. She held him close and tight burying her face into his chest. “I love you,” she murmured into his chest.

“I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.” He promised placing a kiss on the top of her head.

Now

Iris stood in front of the large floor-length mirror, her shirt pulled up exposing her stomach. She caressed the barely-there bump in her small hands smiling down at her reflection. Anyone else would probably not notice any difference but she could. She swore she was showing and couldn't be more in love with the little life growing inside her.

She heard the footsteps rounding the corner into the bedroom before she saw him. He was surely looking for her wondering what was taking her so long. She knew they wouldn't want to be late for their first appointment yet she still couldn't pull herself away.

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her resting his own much larger hands on her belly as he kissed her neck. “Are you going to get dressed mi amor or are we going to our first appointment in our pajamas?”

She let out a small laugh turning to face him. “Yes, I’m going to get dressed. I just got a little distracted.” She explained resting her hand on his face gently running her palm over the stubble that had grown out since he last shaved. She gave him a quick kiss with a smile. “I’ll be down in ten minutes.”

Miguel let his hand linger a little longer holding his two girls close. He was almost certain they’d be having a beautiful little girl. One who had his eyes and her mother’s smile. He gave her one more kiss before bending over and placing another on her still exposed stomach. “I’ll be downstairs with Nestor, take as much time as you need.”

“I love you,” she called out to him.

He stopped in the doorway smiling back at her, “I love you too.”

[aurelie-celine]

Mi Alma - Part Three

A few years ago, Miguel, Lina, Nestor, and you were laughing together in a restaurant in Florence, Italy. Back then, you thought you would have many other happy moments with them. But then everything changed - was it for the worse, or for the best?

Love, Murder, Friendship, and Trust.

Mi Alma, a story with Miguel Galindo, Nestor Oceteva, Lina Brayer (OC) and Aurélie „Elie“ Gaillard (OC)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Warning: Smut, someone being drunk and someone crying

Words: 1564 

London, UK – Present 

After a hectic week at work, you decide not to go to the traditional Friday drinks with your colleagues to go home early, ready to order a takeaway and watch Netflix for the rest of the weekend. 

As soon as you unlock your front door, you can hear some sounds coming from your kitchen and the smell of food. First, a bit scared about the fact that someone enters your apartment, you then reassure yourself by thinking that a bulgar will not cook you diner. 

Heading toward the sounds of pans, you find Nestor standing in the middle of your kitchen.

"How did you get in? "you ask him once he notices that you are here.

He simply replies, "Special skills, "with a smile on his face.

You could say nothing else about that, so after shaking your head a bit, you decide to change the subject and ask him about the food he is preparing. It smells delicious, and you can't wait to eat whatever dish he is making for you. 

You sit on one of your kitchen stools and observe him cooking when you notice a bag in the hallway. You interrogate him about it, and he tells you that this is because he came here directly from the airport without checking in the hotel first. 

"You don't have to go to the hotel. You could stay," you offer him. At the moment he accepts your offer, you start to feel a lot warmer. 

After finishing the meal and congratulate him at least a thousand on his cooking skills, you offer him to watch a movie. 

"You know you can wear something a bit more comfortable here?" you say, pointing at his clothes.

"You right ... Do you mind if I go take a quick shower?"

"Not at all! Take your time."

You are now sitting on your sofa when you see him: he is wearing sweatpants and a white T-Shirt. It's not the first time you see him like that; however, it's the first time you see his hair undone and still wet.

You can't stop staring at him, and you should make a funny face because he starts to laugh. 

Nestor comes to sit next to you on the sofa, and you play the movie you picked earlier. You are midway into the movie when you see that he starts do his hairs. 

"Can I do it?" you ask him while pointing at his hair. There was something about them; they were basically asking you to touch them. 

He sits on the floor in front of you, and you try your very best. When you are done, you go on your knees in front of him, take his head in your hands, and start checking your work. 

"I'm not as good as you ..." you say, a bit ashamed of your work.

"I'm sure they are perfect," he replies with a soft voice while grabbing your wrists. 

He leans toward you and kisses you: this is the best of your life, and you want more. You want him. 

He should feel the same because he pulls you on him and you are now straggling him. When he pulls apart, he lightly places back some hair behind your ear and asks you: "Are you sure?" 

"Yes." 

His hands are now running down your back until they reach your waist, and you immediately start moving against him. Your fingers begin to explore his body, and you could feel his toned muscles underneath his shirt. Meanwhile, Nestor grabs the aim of your T-Shirt and lift it above your head. He then unclips your bra and starts to kiss your neck down to your nipple. 

The feeling makes you moan, and your hips start to dance faster on him. You could feel him getting hard underneath you, and you pull at his T-Shirt. You want to feel him; you want his skin against yours. 

As soon as he removes it, you run your hands flat against his tattoos covered skin until you reach the waistband of his sweatpants. You scratch him lightly with your nails, which makes him groans.

While you keep kissing, he places both hands on your ass, squeezes it before standing up. You could feel his muscles work underneath your hands, and it makes you wetter than you were already. Wrapping your leg around his waist, he carries you to your bedroom. 

Instead of sitting, he makes you lie down on your back. You can feel his hands starting to run from your chest to the waistband of your legging before he slides it down your legs. He smirks when he sees your black lace panties. Nestor kisses your lower body while running his finger between your legs. Your back harch at the feeling. 

He keeps kissing down until he reaches the inside of your thigh and makes your panties follow the same journey as your legging. His kisses are getting closer, and soon you can feel his breath on your most intimate part, following by his tongue. God, it feels so good, but you need more. Tugging at one of his plates, you whisper in a moan: "I want you Nes ..."

He lifts himself from the bed, removes his sweatpants and his boxer. Lying down on top of you, he starts to rub himself against you. The feeling catches your breath, but it's nothing compared to what you feel when he finally goes inside of you. 

"Aurelie ..." he whispers in your ear while you are bitting his shoulder and digging your nails in his back.

He starts to move nice and slow, making sure that you could really feel all of him. And you do. Every. Single. Centimeter. You begin to moan louder, and he can feel you squeeze him. He grabs your hands and pins them on top of you with one hand while the other goes under your knee and push it toward you. This new position makes him go deeper into you. That's all you needed; you come like never before underneath him while screaming his name. He follows you a few seconds after, burying his face in your neck before biting it. 

When he finally looks at you, you both start to laugh: years of small touches, lingering looks, and sexual tension have both makes you come in a matter of minutes.

----

In the morning, you wake up before him, still in his arms. Softly rolling out of bed to get some coffee, he is still asleep when you come back to lie down next to him. You were looking at him with a smile on your face. 

"Like what you are seeing?" he asks you with his sleepy voice.

"You look peaceful."

"Always when I'm with you, Mi Alma."

"What does it means?"

He opens his eyes and looks at you.

"Mi Alma," you clarify.

"My Soul," he says while pulling you closer to him and softly robing your back. He looks at you, searching for any sign of regret in your eyes. He can't see any, but he wants to be sure. "Are you ok with that?"

You lean to kiss his lips, his cheek, his neck and down his chest. When you reach his lower stomach, you whisper, "Yes "before licking the tip of his dick.

London, UK – Present 

The following Wednesday, you were already sleeping when you heard some banging at your front door. Putting on a dressing gown, you check through the optical peephole and see Miguel on the other side. As soon as you open the door, you know that something is wrong: he removed his tie, his hairs are messy, and he smells alcohol. 

He was staring at the floor without moving, so you grab his hand, pull him inside your apartment, and help him to sit on your sofa. He looks defeated, and it broke your heart to see him like that.  

You know he will not tell you anything, so you did the only thing you were thinking about: you hold him and run your hands in his hair to soothe him a little. At some point, you realize that he felt asleep in your arms. Not wanted to wake him up, you snuggle a bit more on your sofa, grab a blanket you always keep nearby and wrap the both of you into it for the night.  

----

You are preparing a quick breakfast while Miguel is taking a shower when you hear your front door open. Nestor stops as soon as he sees you. You walk toward him and rise on your tiptoes to kiss him when he steps back.

"Is Miguel still here?" he asks you coldly without even looking at you.

Before you had the time to say or do anything, Miguel appears behind you. He looks a lot better than yesterday evening.

The two men are now heading to leave our apartment. Before, Miguel put his hand in the small of your back, kiss your forehead, and whisper in your ear: "Thank you."

You tried to grab Nestor's hand, but he avoids you again and follows Miguel. Feeling some tears forming in your eyes, you go to your bedroom and slide under the blankets. You really can't explain Nestor's behavior. Everything was fine between the both of you. Or at least it's what you thought before today. 

Part Four

[mrsamaroevans]

TIGHTROPE PT. 2 | MIGUEL GALINDO

Fandom: Mayans M.C.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x Female Reader. This follows from: Tightrope.

Request: Yes!

Words: 4,052.

Warnings: English is not my first language, so, sorry if there are grammar mistakes or if the redaction is poor.

A/N: Guys, without joking, I’ve been writing this since the first part was posted and that was nearly a year ago lol. But it’s finally here and I hope you like it! *Gif is not mine*

|| MY MASTERLIST ||

“Never sure, never know how far we could fall”

The past eight months, Miguel never felt so out of place like he was feeling by day four you were out of the house. He’s been feeling so bad not only emotionally because you were not with him, but physically ‘cause he started to catch a cold. His meetings with Potter were frustrating him even more and he was more tired than ever to have meetings with Los Olvidados or the MC.

He took a look at the last months of his life and he knew he had screwed everything up. Miguel hated himself for that; not Potter, not Los Olvidados or the MC. Him. He was the only one to blame for the situation his marriage was in.

That night when Cristobal was sick, he told you how sorry he was and promised you he would make an effort to be more at home. Two months ago, he had the chance to change the way your marriage was going and he didn’t do anything.

You’ve been together since you were sixteen. He knew about the loveless marriage your parents were living in because that was the reason why he had to work so hard for you to accept the first date. Miguel remembers how much you tried to avoid your feelings for him, how careful you were with every step of your relationship. He promised you he wasn’t going to hurt you and he didn’t. When he had to go to Cornell? You tried to break up with him, arguing about all the time he would be away with those pretty New Yorkers but he assured you, you were the only one who he could want to be with. Miguel did everything he had in his hand to make your long-distance relationship work, and instead of feeling away from him, you felt like nothing was different.

He did everything right back then, so right that when he proposed in the winter holidays of his fourth year in Cornell, you accepted without hesitation.

Why couldn’t he be like the twenty-two-year-old Miguel Galindo?

Miguel saw your face appearing on the computer’s screen and suddenly, he started to feel better. He texted you asking you to do a video call and felt relief when you accepted.

At least you didn’t want to avoid him the two weeks you were going to be away.

“Hey! How are you?” He asked and you smiled. Miguel loved seeing how passionate you were about your job, so he smiled for the simple fact of seeing you smiling.

“Fine,” you said “And you? You sound different,” you asked, a bit concerned.

“I’m catching a cold, but I’m fine,” Miguel said nonchalantly.

“There’s medicine in the cabinet of our bathroom,” you told him “You should take some before you feel worse”

“I’m better now that I’m talking to you,” Miguel said and you chuckled immediately “What?”

“You did it too soon,” you said and added when he frowned: “Trying to make me fall in your arms again”

Miguel laughed. He wasn’t trying that, he was just being honest, but now that you touched the subject…

“I know you said we’d talk about it once you come back, but…”

“And we’ll do it” you interrupted him and Miguel understood you didn’t want to talk about it at that moment “I had an interview earlier, that’s why I’m all dressed up,” you said, changing the subject.

“I think you look gorgeous,” he said, and when he saw the look you gave him, he laughed “And how did that interview go?”

Miguel and you talked about a bunch of stuff. You told him about the process of publication of your book and he listened to every single word that came out of your mouth. He didn’t realize how much he missed hearing you talk until now, and when you least expected it, you and your husband talked for three hours straight, something that hadn’t happened in so long.

“You know? This takes me back to those four years you were at Cornell” You said and Miguel nodded.

“Yeah… our old computers didn’t have this quality but, yeah, they helped us,” Miguel said and when he was about to say something else, he saw you turn your attention somewhere else.

“Oh, hi baby” he heard you say and Miguel knew immediately who was the person that walked in the room where you were “Just be careful, Lucy, please”

“I’ll come back as soon as it ends, Mrs. Galindo,” a feminine voice said and then he saw Cristobal in your arms.

“It’s okay, have fun” You smiled, and then the door got closed “You wanna see daddy? Look who’s there!” You pointed to the screen and Cristobal looked at it. A smile appeared when he saw his father and Miguel smiled as well.

“I miss you two so much,” Miguel said, feeling tears in his eyes at seeing you both smiling so wide, but, a thought he didn’t like at all came to his head.

You seemed happier now than in the past eight months and it broke his heart because he felt so alone. Every night he expects to walk in your bedroom and see you sleeping, kiss your head, —kisses you never felt— and lay at your side. But all that he finds is an empty and cold bed.

Miguel didn’t want a future without you and he knew he had to work really hard to keep you in his life.

||

“What are you thinking, Mickey?”

Miguel looked at his friend, he didn’t even realize he was that quiet and thoughtful. Nestor sat down on the stool next to his and looked at him.

“You miss her so much” Nestor teased once Miguel didn’t say anything.

“I do” Miguel nodded, he had a glass of scotch in his hand and when he took a sip, he realized it was already warm, so he left it aside “I fucked it up, hermano. We never had this distance before, not even when I was at Cornell… and it’s all my fault”

“Well, it’s a progress that you already accepted it,” he said and Miguel scoffed.

“At what damn moment” Miguel sighed and leaned his forearms in the bar “I feel like I’m losing her”

“She thinks the same about you” Nestor confessed, making Miguel look at him.

He should have expected it. You and Nestor started to spend a lot of time together since he was your driver. You met Nestor at the same moment you met Miguel, you were friends, it was obvious you would talk to him.

“You can’t lose her, Miguel,” Nestor told him “(Y/n) and Cristobal are the best things that have happened to you, not the cartel, not the protection you’re having from Los Olvidados… your family”

Nestor was right and Miguel knew it. Not anyone would stand his life and everything that comes with it, but you? You were there since the beginning, you never judged any of his decisions. He was so lucky to have you in his life, ‘cause people could talk shit about him, the cartel could be crumbling down, but at the end of the day, when he walked through the door of your home, you were there, welcoming him with a smile and a kiss. You were all that he needed.

“I know,” Miguel said, immediately “I have always known that, I just… I don’t know what happened, I’m trying to remember but… I can’t. I thought we were fine, I thought I was just working like before and then my son got sick and if I hadn't woken up in the middle of the night, I wouldn't have even noticed” he sighed again, summed in frustration “I didn’t want to be the absent father and husband my father was and here I am. My wife is miles away from me and she looks happier”

“Don’t you think is because you’ve been talking every day?” Nestor asked, raising an eyebrow at him “She loves you, Miguel. Never doubt about it… I’m going to the airport tomorrow for her, you wanna come?”

Miguel nodded. He would do all that it takes to bring his family back.

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You had your son in your arms as the babysitter helped you with your suitcase. You missed so much your home that you were so happy that your days in New York came to an end, and for the giant smile Cristobal had, you knew he was also happy, even if he didn’t understand what was going on.

“Let’s find uncle Nestor, you’re gonna help me?” You asked, looking at your son’s face. He smiled at you and wrapped his arms around your neck.

“Over there, Mrs. Galindo” Lucy said, pointing away and when you turned around, you froze for a moment.

Miguel was there with Nestor, and when he spotted you, he started to make his way through the crowd to reach you. You didn’t know what to do for a moment, he surely surprised you ‘cause Nestor told you he had a meeting with Los Olvidados that day. You definitely didn’t expect him to be there.

“Look, baby… it’s daddy” you told Cristobal and he looked at where you were pointing “It’s daddy, baby…”

As soon as Miguel reached you, Cristobal stretched out his arms to his father, and being as happy as never in the last eight months, Miguel took him out of your arms.

You took the chance to turn to the babysitter “Lucy, thank you so much for helping me… we drive you home?” You asked, but she shook her head no.

“My brother is picking me up,” She said.

“Are you sure?” You asked again but she only nodded, “Thank you so much again… Cristobal, say bye to Lucy,” you said, grabbing your suitcase and caressing Cristobal’s back.

The babysitter smiled when Cristobal waved his tiny hand at her, and then she started to walk to look for her brother.

As soon as she walked away, Miguel used his free hand to cup your cheek and kissed you before you could object. You pulled back, frowning, and with a small smile on your face “Someone is too affectionate today”

“I missed you,” Miguel said “And I’m not talking only about these past two weeks…”

“It’s not the place, Miguel,” You told him, but stood on your toes to kiss his lips again “Let’s go home…”

Miguel held your hand the whole way home, he asked you about the flight and about your last two days in New York that you couldn’t talk.

“You’re too affective today” You whispered, looking at him and grinning when he caressed the back of your hand with his thumb. He smiled and turned to you “How’s your mom?” You asked to change the subject.

“Happy ‘cause you’re coming back,” he said “She also missed you two… I think Cristobal helps her with her treatment”

You looked back at Cristobal, who was busy playing with a stuffed bear in his car seat “I also noticed that… what did she say about the psychologist?”

Miguel sighed and you half-smiled, you didn’t need more to know what your mother-in-law thought about that idea “You know her, she doesn’t want to go to a loquero”

“Well, we knew she’d say that” Miguel nodded at your words “Maybe Dr. Kamen can convince her… I’ll talk to her, don’t worry”

Again, Miguel realized he didn’t deserve you. He didn’t know what he had done to have you in his life, you were too good to be true ‘cause even after all that distance, you were there for him, having his back like you had done since you were sixteen.

So he kissed your hand and you smiled.

When Nestor parked outside your house, Miguel leaned to the backseat to take Cristobal as you jumped off from the SUV and smiled when you saw Dita in the front door.

“You’re finally here, querida,” She said, walking to you and hugging you “How was your trip?”

“It was great,” You said, and as soon as Miguel appeared with your son in his arms, Dita’s eyes sparkled.

“Oh, mijo, I missed you so much” Dita smiled and Miguel let her take Cristobal in her arms “You must be hungry,” Dita told you and you couldn’t hide the fact she was right “Let’s go inside, lunch is ready”

That night, even though Miguel wanted to be with you when you bathed Cristobal, he received a call and couldn’t make it. You weren’t mad. You understood that besides his family, he also had other important things to take care of, also, you saw in his eyes that he wanted to fix things up. He didn’t want to lose you and you also didn’t want to lose him.

“Sorry for that,” he said as soon as he crossed the door of your bedroom. Cristobal was in his bed already and you knew he wouldn’t wake up until the morning arrives “I went to see Cristobal… he looks tired”

You smiled.

“Yeah… he was,” you said, taking your earrings off and leaving them on your bedside table. You were tired as well, you would put them to your jeweler tomorrow.

“You also are... We can talk tomorrow”

“No. I promised we would when we had time alone” You said, turning to him and patting the bed for him to sit at your side “What did you want to tell me?”

“I’m sorry” It was the first thing he said “I know I haven’t kept all the promises I made the day we got married. You’re the most amazing wife and mother out there and I haven’t appreciated you the way I should” he shook his head and leaned his head back looking at the ceiling “I used to say that I work a lot, but now I know that’s not an excuse. ‘Cause, you work a lot too and you haven’t neglected our son, our house, or our marriage… I can see it now”

Our marriage.

Those two words made you shiver. You have confronted him about Adelita’s baby and you were afraid that the words he used just confirmed your biggest fear. But he could see that in your eyes, ‘cause he started to shake his head.

“I swear to God, amor, that between Adelita and I never happened anything,” he said, grabbing your hands. There were tears in his eyes, afraid of you not believing him “I can see why would you think that and, unfortunately, I have nothing else than my word for you to believe me” you looked him in the eyes, you wanted to have proofs but how could you have them? You had to trust him “You’re the only woman I have ever love and that’s how it’s gonna be forever. You can trust me”

“I do,” You said after a few seconds “If you say nothing happened, then nothing happened”

“Nothing” Miguel insisted, sitting closer as one of his arms landed on your shoulders and kissed your head.

“Thank you for not ignoring my feelings,” you said with your eyes closed. You missed having him so close, the smell of his cologne taking you to all the happy memories at his side.

“I’m sorry it took me too long to finally see it” he got a few inches apart from you, so you opened your eyes and looked up at him. You couldn’t deny it, you were a bit disappointed for that action “And… I know this is not romantic but…” you leaned back to see him better. Miguel was nervous and the only times he was like that were, when he asked you for the first date, when he proposed to you and when your son was born “We’ve been married for ten years now, and if you want… I want to renew our vows”

You were surprised.

You didn’t know anyone who wanted to renew their votes. The only thing that you heard of marriages when you were young, was that they were so tired of being in them.

“Miguel…” you barely whispered when he got on one knee in front of you. His hand grabbed a small black velvet box from his suit coat and opened it.

“Would you like to marry me again?” Miguel grabbed one of your hands as you were still trying to find your voice “I can’t promise you I won’t make mistakes again because I’m not perfect, but I promise to always put you and my family first”

You smiled. Your eyes getting watery as you nodded.

Miguel sighed in relief and took your engagement ring off your finger to place the new one “I love you” he told you as he stood and the next thing he did was cupping your cheeks to kiss you.

You accepted his lips, leaned back, and held from his dress shirt where you looked for its buttons as the kiss went from sweet to passionate. It had been so long since the last time he touched you like he was doing it at that moment, and your heart melted when you realized that his touch felt the same as always.

But, of course, the moment was interrupted by Miguel’s phone.

“Are you kidding me?” He said, irritated at whoever he was talking to “Potter wants to talk now? Does he know what time is it?”

You sat in the bed and looked at him as he walked around the room. You bite your lower lip as you recognized Alvarez’s voice coming out of the device and from what you could hear, you knew Miguel had to leave.

“No… tell him I won’t go anywhere”

You walked towards him and stood in front of him so he could see you. Just by looking at your face, he shook his head, but stopped when you placed one of your hands on his chest “Go. They need you” you whispered.

Miguel covered the microphone and shook his head again “I got it, amor, they won’t interrupt us”

“I’ll be here when you come back,” you told him with a smile as you wrapped your arms around his middle and left a soft kiss on his chest. He didn’t understand how he could deserve someone like you “Go. It’s okay”

He sighed and gave in “I’ll come back as soon as I can,” Miguel said kissing you, before walking out of the room as he buttoned his shirt.

Your eyes stayed at the door for a couple of seconds and when you looked down at your left hand, you smiled at seeing the new ring on your finger. If you wanted a proof, that could be. The butterflies in your stomach made you giggle while you made your way to the bathroom to take a shower.

Half an hour later, you were doing your skincare routine. You had a small smile while remembering the past weeks and how you were feeling things were changing just stepping into Californian ground. It all started to feel like before and you were not even afraid that things could change for worse. What happened today was proof enough for you to be sure that you could overcome anything.

You turned to your left when you heard the bedroom door being closed. After placing all the products where they belonged, you walked back to the bedroom just in time when Miguel was about to call your name.

“What happened? Potter just wanted to say hi?” You asked and Miguel chuckled at your joke as he was taking his coat off.

“I was in the car and I realized that I didn’t care what he wanted, so I asked Alvarez to come back,” Miguel said, unbuttoning his shirt and looking directly at you “I want to spend this night with you and nor Potter nor anyone is gonna interrupt”

“Amor… I was being honest when I told you it was okay” You told him smiling once he reached you.

“I’ll deal with him tomorrow” Miguel smirked and pulled off the strip from your robe “I love you”

Your hands cupped his cheeks “I love you too”

| ONE YEAR LATER |

The sky was bright blue. There were no clouds and the weather was perfect. Miguel and Cristobal were in the pool while you watched them from the bed in the tent Miguel asked to be built. They were having fun until the little one wanted some cookies from the kitchen and as demanding as his father, he wanted to go for them.

“We have fruit here,” You told your son, pointing at the bowls on the table as Miguel helped him to take his blue lifejacket off. Cristobal pouted and shook his head no.

“I want cookies” he insisted.

“Fine, just two,” you said and your son nodded. he grabbed his father’s hand and dragged him all the way to the kitchen.

You smiled watching them going inside the house. Their curls and swimsuits dripping water as they walked. There was no doubt that Cristobal was looking more and more like his father as the days go on.

The giggles of your son became louder as they approached the tent. You looked up from your phone and saw your son with two cookies in both of his hands. You turned to Miguel, questioning him with your gaze.

The expression on his face was saying “I couldn’t do anything”

“I said just two cookies, hun,” you told your husband once Cristobal sat near you.

“I told him so,” Miguel said quickly “Tell your mother what you told me”

Cristobal smiled when you ran your fingers through his hair “Two for me and two for little brother” he looked at you and then turned to the bassinet at your side. You couldn’t stop your laugh and neither did Miguel.

“But little brother can’t eat cookies yet,” you told him.

“Can I eat them for him?” Cristobal asked looking up at you with a big smile, trying to look as innocent as he could.

You looked at Miguel who didn’t even try to hide his smirk. Like father, like son.

“Fine,” you told him “but you’ll have to wait an hour before you go to the pool again”

Cristobal nodded too eagerly probably not knowing what an hour meant, and when Miguel was about to say something, your youngest son started to whine “Hey, little man. What’s wrong?” he asked taking the baby in his arms and trying to coo him, “I know, I know. You don’t want to see me now; you want your mami”

You smiled when Miguel kissed his forehead to place it in your arms so he could eat.

Miguel laid on the bed with Cristobal, they were close to you but not enough so they wouldn’t get you or the baby wet. He was having a conversation with his son, at least, the kind of conversation a three-year-old kid could maintain, which soon started to fade away and when you looked at them, you saw your oldest son sleeping on Miguel’s chest.

“He gave up,” Miguel said with a smile when he noticed you were watching them. One of his hands was on Cristobal’s back and the other in his hair “You want to try for a girl?”

You chuckled while patting your newborn child on the back “It’s been only six days since this little one came out of me… give me two years to forget the pain and we can talk about it”

“We have a deal here” He smiled at you and then kissed his son’s head “I think he likes being the big brother”

“Yeah, he gets extra cookies” you both chuckled at that “Today was wonderful”

“Every day at your side is wonderful”

“Ugh, cheesy” you laughed and Miguel looked at you pretending to be offended.

“I’m not taking it back, because it’s true” Miguel shrugged as best as the kid in his chest let him “I love you, you know it”

“Hun… I love you too”

Miguel stood there, lying in bed and looking at you and your sons. He was thankful that you had given him another chance, ‘cause he realized by looking at you three, that he couldn’t see his life without you.

“Hand in my hand and you promised to never let go”

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|| MY MASTERLIST ||

[superhoeva-archived]

𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the mayans head to the casino. gabriella struggles with everything that's going on.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gabriella adéline carter, angel reyes, michael "riz" ariza, marcus alvarez, che "taza" romero, obispo "bishop" losa, johnny "coco" cruz, ezekiel "ez" reyes, miguel galindo, adam, hank "tranq" loza, gilberto "gilly" lopez, jimmy

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: as promised, here's the next chapter. very i'm excited about how the story is about to ramp up ;) (gif credit: @everyhowlmarksthedead)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): language, angst, drugs (mentioned), some fluff (finally)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k

“Bishop wants to hit the road early. I guess Galindo invited the Chinese to our prison sit down.”

Gabriella shuffles uncomfortably at the news before turning to Angel with an apprehensive expression. Her heart dims a little when he looks away from her, his obvious disdain for the fact that she lied to him still fresh in his head. 

“Let them know the cartel will be able to deliver,” Gabriella assumes with a sad shrug of her shoulders, giving up on trying to get the older Reyes brother to look at her. Riz nods and goes to make his way into the clubhouse so he can change before they leave. 

Marcus, Taza, and Bishop trek down the stairs and away from the Clubhouse just as Coco breathes out, “that makes it easy.” 

“Hey, buy me a few minutes?” Angel wonders, Coco and Gabriella nodding immediately. “Gonna give Jimmy a call.”

Angel steps away from the group, pulling out his phone. Gabriella’s gaze locks onto him until there’s a soft nudge on her arm. She turns to find Marcus staring back at her. 

“Can I talk to you before we head out, mi’ja?” Gabbi swallows at the questions, but nods. She attempts to mask her worry with a small smile, telling him, “of course, Padrino.” 

Gabriella follows him back inside the clubhouse and into Templo quarters in complete silence. All she can think about is Benny and his son. And how upset Angel is with her. And how upset Ezekiel was yesterday. And the intrusive questions KJ found himself with the audacity to ask. And whatever Marcus is about to speak to her about. And Miguel. 

Gabriella barely managed to repress the shaking her body wants to take part in under the curious gaze of her godfather, instead allowing her hands to wring themselves behind her back. 

“You know I don’t like when you lie to me, right?”

The question has Gabriella’s hand squeezing tighter as gives him a small nod. 

“So if I ask you how you’re doing, you’re not gonna lie to me, right?”

Gabriella nods again and Marcus sighs. 

“Alright, then,” Marcus starts, “how are you doing?” 

It only takes a few short seconds for the tears to well in Gabriella’s eyes. Luckily, Marcus is already waiting with open arms. Gabriella falls into his chest with a broken sob, thankful for the way his arms create a protective barrier, at least for the moment, around her hurting soul. 

Marcus grips Gabriella tighter than he probably should, but he doesn’t care. He knows this is something he should’ve done after they left Galindo’s pew yesterday. No matter how she gets, he feels that it’s his responsibility to take care of her… and not just because of the promise he made her father.

Just as he promised, Gabriella rides with Riz in the van when the Mayans head to the San Bujo Casino. He decides against asking about her puffy eyes and occasional sniffle, instead attempting to cheer her up with purposefully bad singing along with the radio as they speed down the highway. 

By the time they make it to the casino, Gabriella’s eyes are only a little pink, stomach sore from all the laughter. Marcus notices immediately, sending a quick nod to Riz after he parks his bike. Riz nods back, pleased to know that he was an adequate distraction from whatever had her so upset. 

As they travel to the front doors of the facility, both of the Reyes brothers send desolate stares Gabbi’s way. Ezekiel, for feeling bad after not making an effort to really speak to the woman ever since he found out that she knew what would happen to Emily’s son. And Angel, who still wants to know why she wouldn’t tell him where she was last night. 

“My brown brothers,” a voice calls out as the group saunters through the front entrance.

Everyone looks up to see Adam, the owner of the casino, and two of his men ready to greet their visitors. 

Bishop smiles and holds out a hand. “Adam.”

Adam smiles, returning the grin and handshake. “Bishop.” The casino owner then goes to greet Taza with a cordial hug, before turning to Gabriella. “And the lovely Gabriella.”

“It’s good to see you again, Adam,” she smiles as the man presses a short kiss on her cheek. “How’s the family?”

Adam beams at the mention of his children, answering, “oh, they’re great. I’ll have to tell that you asked about them. Oh, and sorry about checking the weapons. It’s tribal law. Booze and bullets have not been a good combination for my people.”

“Our’s either,” Hank replies, pulling a small grin from Adam. 

“The other parties get down here yet?” Riz questions. 

Adam shakes his head. “Not that I know of. But we have the room you requested. It’s private. Very quiet.”

Alvarez nods assertively with a quick, “thank you.”

Adam gifts the Mayans with one last smile, before leaving to go take care of other pieces of business. Bishop turns around with a sigh. “Well, we’ve got a few hours to kill.”

“Me and the Boy Scout,” Coco starts immediately, we’re gonna win a little wampum.”

Ezekiel can only look at Coco before the sniper is dragging him to one of the tables, causing Bishop to turn to Angel, Gilly, and Gabbi.

“Keep him contained,” Bishop orders, earning nods from the three. As soon as they are away from the older Mayans, Angel turns to Gilly.

“We’ll catch up,” he tells Gilly, who nods and goes to follow Ezekiel and an exhilarated Coco. Gabriella then turns to Angel. With Gilly gone, it’s just the two of them, now. 

When she looks up at him, he’s already looking back at her. In his eyes, a hint of guilt.

“Look, Angel,” Gabriella sighs, “if you’re still mad at me, fine. But can we please just shove that aside for a moment and handle our business? This is important, and Jimmy won’t take if he sees that you can’t even look at me without–”

Gabriella pauses when Angel wraps his arms around her. Her eyes widen when he pulls her close. 

“I’m still mad,” he starts delicately, “but I missed talking to you. Like, a lot.” 

A small smile crosses Gabriella’s face, as she gives in and lets her arms clasp around his body. There’s an elongated silence before either of them speaks again. 

“We can talk it out later, okay? Let’s just get this over with so we can get home.” Angel nods before taking a step back. The two share a stare before turning to make their way to the side entrance they agreed to meet Jimmy. 

He’s already standing outside when Angel and Gabriella arrive, a cigarette working to keep him company. 

“How you been Jimmy?” Angel asks as he settles on the other side of Gabbi, lighting his own cigarette in the process. 

“Getting by,” Jimmy nods, peeking down at Gabbi, “what do you have?”

Gabbie sighs before telling him, “six keys.”

“Ninety-seven percent pure Guero heroin,” Angel continues for her. “Thirty per brick.”

A frown crosses Jimmy’s face and has to bite his lip to contain his irritation. “Thought you had nine.”

“So did I. But circumstances change, Jimmy.” Gabriella steps in. “So like I said before: six keys, thirty per brick. You don’t like that, I’ve got plenty of other buyers I dump you for––”

“Okay,” Jimmy calls out with his hand in the air. He takes a deep breath before asking both of them, “can you get it to Vegas?”

“You certain it stays outside the family?”

Jimmy takes a long drag of his cigarette before nodding. “Yep. You?”

A small laugh leaves Gabriella. “Would we be speaking out in the open like this if the answer was no?”

Now, it’s Jimmy’s turn to laugh.

“I’m in.”

Angel and Gabriella part from Jimmy swiftly with a quick, “okay,” not wanting to risk catching the eye of any of the other Mayans.  Jimmy watches them leave with a shake of his head, having to ignore when the smallest voice at the back of his mind wonders ‘What the hell am I doing?’

Back inside, Ezekiel sits begrudgingly in a seat a few feet from where Coco is playing Blackjack. The youngest Reyes brother has been there for song long that he almost forgets to scratch his chin when to alert Coco that he should call for another card. 

“Twenty-one,” the dealer calls out before flipping over a few more cards. “The house is over. The gentleman wins again.”

Ezekiel shakes his head at the smile on Coco’s face, a deep sigh leaving him when it’s apparent that Coco wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon. 

Angel and Gabriella arrive at Gilly’s table just as Coco starts another round. 

“Jimmy?” Gilly questions, Angel responding with a nod. 

“All good. I’ll fill you in,” he replies while Gabriella looks over at Ezekiel with furrowed eyebrows. 

“He’s got him counting cards?” She asks, eyes going back and forth between a locked-in Coco and annoyed Ezekiel.

“Yup,” Gilly tells her and Angel lets out a scoffed laugh. 

He and Gabriella waltz over to where Ezekiel sits, Angel ordering his brother to “take a break.”

Ezekiel blows out a long breath, telling his brother, “thank you.” Before he walks away, he swallows and turns to Gabbi with a reddened face. Her breath nearly catches in her throat when she looks at Ezekiel and realizes he’s already staring. 

“Want a drink?” Gabriella questions, shoulders relaxing some when Ezekiel nods. 

“I’d love one.”

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[dynowrites]

Amor Peligroso (Dangerous Love)

When Celestina Romero meets Miguel Galindo at his lowest, things begin to get complicated with the Galindo Cartel and the Mayans....

Coming January 2020

[oceteva]

First Love | Mayans MC ~ No Goodbye

Info | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

[MIGUEL GALINDO X OC]

Word count ; 1,964

Luciana felt like she couldn't sit still for anything as she intensively watched as the clock ticked above her wooden desk. The Oceteva girl had practically been jumping up and down like an excited bunny ever since school had let out hours ago. Luciana had barely contained her excitement on her walk home as her thoughts were only filled of the surprise that Miguel had planned and her plan of finally telling him how she felt.

The Oceteva girl couldn't help the small squeal of excitement that fell from her painted red lips as soon as her clock finally read ten o'clock. Luciana took a glance over to her cracked bedroom door, and sure enough, she saw that the lights were out - which meant that her parents had fallen asleep for the night.

This was always Luciana's usual routine when she would go meet up with Miguel. She would wait until her parents had closed their bedroom door for the night and all the lights in the house were off before she would make her escape. Luciana's brother, Nestor, usually wasn't home when she left at ten but when he was, Luciana would just make up a lie so he didn't know she was going to see his best friend.

The brunette teenager jumped up from her desk as it was time to finally see her amazing boyfriend after not seeing him since this morning at school. Luciana quickly jogged over to her full body mirror as she wanted to make sure that she looked perfect for Miguel's surprise. The Oceteva girl smoothed her hands down her short denim skirt and fixed the lavender button up shirt, that she had stolen from Miguel over this summer, so one side was hanging off her shoulder and the other was straight. 

Luciana gave her reflection a wide smile once she was happy with her outfit that she knew Miguel would absolutely love before she jogged over to the foot of her bed. The Oceteva girl quickly slipped on a pair of black Dr. Martens combat boots and grabbed a small lavender purse that held her Nokia phone and her clear lip gloss before she rushed out of her bedroom as quietly as she could. 

Luciana was quite comfortable with sneaking out like she had been doing for the past year so she knew all the right steps to take in the hallway and in the living room to not hit any of the squeaky floorboards. The Oceteva girl was just about to reach the front door to make her grand escape but Luciana wasn't counting for her brother to suddenly pop out of the kitchen and ask, "hey, where are you going?"

The youngest Oceteva froze in her spot before she reminded herself to relax at the fact that it was only her brother and not her parents. Luciana took a deep breath before she turned around and faced Nestor with her usual bright smile so he wouldn't think that she was up to something. "I was just going to go pick up some snacks from the store," Luciana explained with a small shrug of her shoulders like it wasn't a big deal.

"Oh, alright," Nestor mumbled with a nod of his head before he tossed his body onto his parent's couch in the living room. Nestor wasn't overly protective when it came to his sister, well, sometimes, but this time - he just wanted to know where Luciana would be. It was just a sibling thing. The Oceteva teenager waved his hand with a small smirk playing on his lips when Luciana continued to just stand there before he told his sister, "well, get going then, ugly."

Luciana rolled her brown irises at her brother before she mumbled as she carelessly waved her hand, "yeah, yeah, yeah." The Oceteva girl shook her head in amusement as she walked towards the front door before she told Nestor as she took her exit with the nickname that they have called each other since middle school, "I'll see you later, ugly."

The Oceteva girl released a happy sigh once she closed the door of her home behind her and began walking down the street as she realized that she was free from being caught and she was that closer to finally seeing what Miguel's surprise was. Luciana couldn't help the bright smile that shined across her face when she saw that the familiar park, her and Miguel's meeting spot, was only a few feet in front of her. 

Luciana could barley contain her excitement as she jogged the rest of the way to the park. However, when the Oceteva girl couldn't see the Galindo teenager when she walked onto the soft sand, Luciana couldn't help but to roll her brown eyes. "Of course," Luciana mumbled to herself before she released a small chuckle as she knew Miguel had a thing about being fashionably late - even to his own plan.

The Oceteva girl shrugged her shoulders as she was used to Miguel's tardiness before she skipped her way over to the set of swings. Luciana placed her denim bottom into one of the black seats before she began to swing as her brown irises was locked on the bright moon in the sky. The brunette girl couldn't help the happy sigh that escaped her lips as she waited for her boyfriend.

Miguel meant the absolute world to Luciana - even though their relationship was still fairly new with only being with one another for less than a year. They had been friends basically their whole childhood so it wasn't like they didn't already know so much about each other. Luciana had a crush on Miguel for years so it wasn't surprising that she already cared and loved him so much. That was another reason why Luciana was so excited for tonight since she planned on finally confessing her feelings to him. 

Luciana was so lost in her thoughts about the love of her life that it took a dog running up beside her for the Oceteva girl to realize that she had been sitting on the swing for a while. The brunette teenager took a glance down to the silver watch on her wrist as she curious of how long she had been at the park before she immediately frowned when she saw it was already after eleven o'clock.  

Luciana couldn't help but to get worried that Miguel hadn't showed up yet nor had he called to let her know that he was going to be a little late like he usually would. The Oceteva girl wanted to make sure that Miguel was still coming so Luciana pulled her Nokia phone out of her lavender purse to give the Galindo teenager a call.

However, though, before Luciana could even begin to dial her boyfriend's number, the Oceteva girl was interrupted as her brother's number popped up onto her device. The Oceteva girl huffed out a sigh at her annoying brother before she pressed the accept button as she realized that maybe Nestor could be calling to tell her that Miguel had showed up to their house. "Hey, what's up?" Luciana greeted her brother in a normal voice and not a worried one after she brought her Nokia up to her ear. 

Luciana, sadly, didn't get the response that she had been hoping for with the location of her boyfriend. Instead, the oldest Oceteva sibling ignored his sister's greeting as he excitedly asked, "hey, did Mikey tell you the good news yet?"

The brunette girl immediately furrowed her brows at her brother's words before she mumbled, "uh, no." Luciana honestly had no idea what the hell Nestor was talking about. Luciana, for all she knew, nothing interesting had happened to her boyfriend lately. Unless, Luciana thought before she quickly shook her head as she knew Miguel wouldn't out their relationship to her brother without telling her first.

Nestor released an amused chuckle at the thought of his best friend before he told his sister with a shrug of his shoulders, "oh, he's probably already left, that overachiever." The older Oceteva lightly waved his hand, even though his sister couldn't even see it, before he told Luciana the good news, "well, anyways, Miguel's dad just called me and said Miguel got an early acceptance into Princeton. Jose said Mickey left to America as soon as he got the news!"

The Oceteva girl immediately let out a loud gasp as she felt her heart break. Luciana didn't even know that Miguel had been applying to any universities. Miguel had told her that he was going to look for a job in the city to get away from his father, so it didn't make any sense. Luciana didn't understand why Miguel would decide to go to the states for school like his father wanted. It was just completely mind boggling that she couldn't even comprehend what she was feeling right now. 

However, despite Luciana's broken heart, she knew that she couldn't show her true emotions about how heartbroken she was to her clueless brother or he would know something was between her and Miguel. The Oceteva girl knew that she had to suck up her sadness for the moment, so she took a deep breath before she exclaimed as if she was truly happy, "that's amazing!"

"We can call him tomorrow to congratulate him," Nestor told his sister before he commanded with a chuckle, "now hurry your ass up. It's been over an hour and I'm fucking starving."  

Luciana swore underneath her breath as she forgot that she had told her brother that she was getting food at the store for an excuse to meet up with Miguel. The thought of the Galindo teenager instantly made tears cloud Luciana's brown irises. The Oceteva girl quickly wiped the tears as best as she could before she mumbled, "yeah, okay."

Luciana didn't wait for her brother to say anything more before she hurriedly ended the call with her hands shaking as she did so. The Oceteva girl tossed the Nokia phone down on the sand below her feet as soon as she ended the call and she let all the tears fall from her eyes. Luciana couldn't help the loud sob that escaped her body from the fact that Miguel just left like that. It was even worse that Miguel didn't even say goodbye to her. 

Luciana would have been upset, sure, but she would have still supported him if he had changed his mind about going to college. Luciana just didn't believe that Miguel didn't care enough about her to tell her the truth. The Oceteva girl shook her head with a humorless chuckle as she realized something - that she was all just one big game to him. Luciana figured that she was just one last high school hurrah for him before he started his new life in the states. 

The Oceteva girl couldn't stop the tears and the sobs that continued to rack her figure as her body slowly slid out of the swing and down onto the sand. Luciana had never felt anymore broken than she felt right now. Luciana felt like Miguel cherished and took care of her heart for less than a year before he ripped it from her chest and stomped on it. 

"I guess I never really meant anything to you," Luciana mumbled to herself as she tightly wrapped her arms around the lavender button up shirt that belonged to the boy who never really cared for her as tears continued to pour down her cheeks and her heart continued to break over and over again, "it was all just a game for you to break my heart when you meant the world to me."

[frattsparty]

My Heart Needed You Part 29

An: a little angsty and Miguel Obvs causing problems.

Warnings: language. We’re made a Miguel.

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Hailey POV 

Today was wedding dress shopping day, so you planned to spend the morning and afternoon with your mom. Dress shopping the first time was fun and filled with so much joy and excitement, you loved your original dress. But now you were a little worried that you would never find a dress you loved like that one or your new body in it. You love Niko and would do this all again for him, but to say your adjusting to your body would be an understatement. 

Then spending the day away from your 5 week old was stressing you out already, that’s how Nestor found you. Nursing in the living room with a few tears in your eyes. 

“Hailey, it’s just a few hours.” Sitting next to you, he pulls his head towards you, kissing your temple trying not to disturb Niko eating. “You deserve a day out just you and your mom, have fun, enjoy lunch and shopping. We will be fine and once you get back we will have dinner and a movie on the couch.” 

“I don’t want to leave him.” Leaning into Nestor you sigh, gently running your fingers through Nestor’s tiny curls. “What if he won’t calm down for you, or something happens and I’m not here.” 

“Stop, Hails.” Moving from the couch he crouches in front of you, dutifully ignoring your half nakedness. “We are going to be fine, it’s a few hours, if there is an emergency I will call you.” Leaning forward his lips meet yours. “Have fun and relax with your mom.” 

“Okay, but you have to call me and send me pictures.”

“Promise,” with a final kiss he rises and heads to the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with coffee. 

Nestor’s POV 

Today it was a you and Niko day, Hailey is out with her mom wedding dress shopping so it’s just a boys day. You were a little nervous but you weren’t going to let Hailey see that before she left, she was already stressing about leaving him for a few hours. 

“Alright buddy, it’s time to take care of things around the house to take some stress off mommy.” You said to the tiny human strapped to your chest. 

Your first hour was spent getting laundry going, dishes running, the kitchen cleaned and the bed made, ensuring once she was home she didn’t jump into any cleaning. Then it was a walk around the neighborhood with Eva, letting her get her energy out while Niko got fresh air. 

By the time you get home though, Niko is angry, hungry, and tired, bouncing up and down, and speaking as softly as possible, you try to calm him while you get a bottle ready but it is in vain. 

“Come on Niko, buddy, it’s okay.” It takes another 30 minutes of crying and fussing, but finally he’s taking the bottle and he's momentarily calm. “There we go, see we’re okay.” 

Rocking in the chair you spend time just staring at your boy, seeing so much of you and your brother, soaking in this time, amazed that Hailey gave you such a great gift. Just as you were drifting off your phone ringing woke you right up. Seeing Miguel’s name on your phone caused you to pause, looking at your son before answering. 

“Miguel?” 

You hear a sigh on the other end of the line, “I know you are off today but I need you…as soon as possible.”

“Miguel…I have Niko, and Hailey is with her mom dress shopping.” Running a hand over your face you take a deep breath. “I can’t call her back early, it was hard enough to get her out the door.” 

“Nestor I need you, Maria can watch him.” 

“Why do you need me? What’s going on?” 

After a moment of silence, “Potter’s men are closing in on Adalita, I need to meet with our people in Mexico to see what we can do. I need you at my side.” 

“I can’t just leave him with someone, Hailey will freak out, even if it’s Maria.” You know if you leave him with anyone else she will be upset and the last thing you want to do is make her feel like you can’t be a good dad. “I’m sorry, Miguel.”

“Nestor I know you are a new dad, and she’s out but you need to get here. Maria will watch him, Hailey can pick him up.” A pause brings silence between the two of you. “I’m serious, I need you within the hour.” With that he hung up, not waiting for a response. 

“Mierda!” 

Walking back into Niko’s room you find him in bed, awake but not crying, as you approach him he even gives you a little smile. “Well buddy, your mom is gonna be mad at me, but we’ve got to get ready and go see Tio Mikey.”

*** 

Haileys POV 

You haven’t heard much from Nestor, so you are assuming all went well, but that didn’t help you not worry and rush through lunch. 

Luckily you found the perfect dress, something you loved yourself in and couldn’t wait for Nestor to see you in. His jaw will drop and you know it. 

Pulling up to the house the first thing you notice is lights off and Nestor’s car isn’t in the garage. Putting the car in park you get your phone from your bag, no missed calls or texts from him. 

You knew he planned to cook dinner, so maybe he went to the store. Shooting off a text to him you wait for his usually quick response but nothing comes. 

Heading inside you drop everything on the kitchen island and spot a note in Nestor’s nearly illegible writing. “Be back for dinner. Love you! Nestor and Niko” 

Deciding you had time before they were home it was only 4pm after all, you took Eva out for a walk and then took a long, uninterrupted shower. 

You held your worry and panic at bay until day turned to night and the clock was approaching 7pm. You’ve called and texted with no response, even calling Miguel, Paco and Marcus. No answer from anyone. Your panic is quickly rising and all you can think about is him and your baby in an accident or stuck on the side of the road. 

You were in a full blown panic and on what was probably your 100th call to Nestor’s phone when Nestor finally answered.

“Hailey? Are you okay?” 

A sob escapes your lips, and tears stream down your face. “Nestor where the fuck are you? I’ve been calling for hours, where are you two?!” 

“I left you a note and a text that I had to help Miguel, that I had to take Niko to Maria.” 

“Your note said you both would be home by dinner, it’s nearly 9 a night!” Sniffling, your anger took over the relief of hearing from him. “I want my baby home and I want him home now, Nestor. We can talk when you are back.” 

“Hailey, I’m…” you didn’t hear what else he had to say, because you hung up. 

After 30 minutes you hear the garage door open and then close, and then Nestor’s foot steps and your baby’s cries approaching. Without a word you bend down and take Niko from his seat, clutching him to your chest. “Hails.” 

“No. I’m not talking to you right now. I’m feeding him because my boobs are throbbing from needing to nurse, and I’ll get him to bed. Then we can talk.” 

After a long feeding, a good burp, new diaper and comfy jammies, you’re rocking an already sleeping baby not willing to put him down just yet. A shadow at the door pulls your attention away from him, Nestor is waiting for you and looking guilty…as he should you can’t help but think. 

Getting up you laid Niko in his crib, luckily he was milk drunk and out for the long haul. Turning on the noise machine and grabbing the monitor you walk past Nestor and down the hall to the kitchen. Slowly he follows you, choosing to stand across from you at the island. 

“Hailey, I’m sorry. I texted you after I had him settled with Maria, but it must not have gone through. And I truly thought I would be back by dinner.” In his defense he did look sorry, truly sorry. 

“Nestor, you promised me, specifically promised me if something came up like an emergency, which this better have been a fucking emergency, you would call me. Not text me or leave a note that didn’t even inform me where you took our 5 week old!” Taking a deep breath you hold it for 10 and let it out for 10, trying to gain some control. “I’ve been here for hours thinking you two were in an accident, or stuck somewhere, I’ve been freaking out, Nestor. It was so hard to leave him and then to not know where either of you were was too much.” Your tears have started again, those pregnancy hormones have not left you even now. “I can’t explain it to you, but being away from him physically hurts me. And the thought that something happened, Nes.” Shaking your head you couldn’t finish.

“Hailey, I’m sorry. Miguel needed me to go with him to Mexico, you love Maria and he said she could watch him. I should have called.”

“No Nes, you should have put your foot down with Miguel. You had your child, it was your day off, he has other men who could have gone.” Standing up, you wipe under your eyes and straighten your shoulders. “Your family needs to be number one, I’m not going to take a back seat to Miguel and neither is Niko. When you have our baby he’s the priority, not Miguel’s needs.” Turning your back to him, you head to your room. 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“To bed, because I’m done talking and I’m tired.” 

“Don’t just walk away, we obviously haven’t solved anything, you're still mad.” He starts walking towards you, and you can’t hold it back. 

“I am mad, I’ve spent hours scared and you didn’t answer the phone. But you saw me calling right?” His silence was the answer you didn’t want but was what you expected. “All it would have taken was you putting family first and answering my calls.” You’re both standing in the hall, staring at the other.

“Good night, Nestor. Please take a shower before you get in bed with me.” 

“I love you, Hailey, I really am sorry.”

Giving him a sad smile, “I know, Nes, I love you too.” 

“Are we okay?” His voice was off. 

“Yeah, we are.” Turning away you stop again, looking over your shoulder. “Don’t come to bed too late.”

[saturnville]

setsunai

a/n: i’ve tossed away so many miguel drafts and i hope this one makes it lol. setsunai; a complicated sadness.

pairing: miguel galindo x black!oc (kori galindo)

warning: hmm. none.

inspired by this gifset.

divider by @firefly-graphics

The moon had long swapped places with the sun as the source of light for the western hemisphere. Underneath its milky rays a new wave of life came out of hibernation. By the instruction of Diana, the wolves mated with their packs and howled toward the moon in worship.

Nights spent beneath a full moon were her favorite. Never fully understanding why, however, they were often the calmest of nights she ever experienced. She’d fall into a slumber with the moonlight dancing upon her body and the sounds of nature acting as a chorus symphony, lulling her into a gentle rest.

She’d be wrapped in the arms of her lover, safe and warm. Her lover. Her eyes cut to the time on the clock above the fireplace, which snapped, crackled, and popped quietly. 2:57.

“He should’ve been home by now…”

She assumed time was on her side when the front door swung open and a sorrowful figure stood in the threshold. Kori craned her head and sat up slowly. She thrust her cup onto the table and rushed over to the foyer.

Her bare feet padded against the cool floor, her skin a great contrast to the gray laminate flooring. Gentle rushes of forced wind blew past her bare shoulders as she darted toward the toward.

“Baby…” Kori reached behind him and closed the door, her fingers fiddling with the lock. Her husband stood before her, quiet and solemn. He stood as still as the statues they’d seen in Greece just months prior—cold and rigid. Lifeless and immovable. “Miguel…”

The way his name poured from her lips caused him to look at her, just slightly. His eyes, pretty brown orbs usually bright and filled with gold, were downturned and dull. His lips were frozen in a frown and his eyebrows were closely knitted to one another.

“I’m okay, princesa.” Lie. Miguel’s voice was gruff and his words were forced. He kept his gaze on the wedding portrait just inches above her head. “Gonna go shower.” His lips pressed against her head gently before he swiped her arm softly and walked toward their bedroom, the heels of his shoes scuffing against the floor.

Kori’s shoulders dropped. “Okay…”

She waited for him even though his shower was an hour long. She thanked God the water bill wasn’t on her, or she’d fuss at him until steam came out of her ears.

No longer was she dressed in pants and a blouse, her typical work attire, but instead her favorite satin slip Miguel gifted her at random one day. It had a swooped neckline and dainty lace designs along the breast. Her freshly retwisted locs fell at her shoulders gracefully. She twirled one around her finger as she waited anxiously for him to exit the bathroom.

It was only moments later that the door flung open and an array of humidity came out to hug her. Kori’s eyes followed Miguel as he trudged across the room, rubbing his hand across his damp hair. He washed the dirt of the day down the drain but something still stirred within him. The weight of carrying a legacy on his back was slowly but surely crushing him. She didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to take it before he’d collapse.

She watched the foot of his sweatpants drug against the carpet as he stalked to the chair near the window. It was plush and comfortable. Enough to harbor two bodies. They deemed it their thinking chair—they’d sit and watch the sky as their thoughts ran ramped throughout their minds. Kori frowned.

“You wanna talk about it?” she asked. For only the second time since he’d been home, he looked into her eyes. He shrugged. “Can I join you?”

Miguel nodded.

Kori swung her legs over the side of the bed, pulled down her slip, and walked toward her husband. This time, it was his turn to admire her from a distance. The satin, baby blue slip complimented both her frame and her complexion beautifully, and her features here illuminated by the side lamp and the moonlight.

Kori found a place between his legs and tilted her head to the side. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he whispered back. Kori smiled softly and brought her hand to his face, caressing his skin gently. Her fingers ran over his full beard and down his lip, where her thumb grazed gently.

“Today wasn’t a good day?”

Miguel shook his head. He swallowed harshly and closed his eyes. A heavy sigh came from him and immediately Kori was on high alert. “Miguel, please talk to me.”

Miguel’s head fell forward against her plush belly and his arms slid around her middle. Kori instinctively circled her arms around his shoulders, her hands massaging at his neck and shoulders.

“I’m tired, baby…” his voice came out muffled but she made out his words clearly. “It’s too much.”

She knew what he was referring to.

“What do you want to do?” He didn’t have to be like this, some evil monster who seemingly only cared for himself. He didn’t have to carry a legacy, not if it was detrimental to himself and others.

He shrugged again.

“Don’t have to figure it out tonight,” Kori said. “let’s get some rest and pick up on it tomorrow, yeah?” She pulled away just slightly to look into his eyes.

“Okay.”

She nodded and leant down to kiss him gently. “I love you, Miguel. We’ll get through whatever it is together.”

“I love you, too.”

tags: @neeville @melaninhawtie @blessedboo @joannasteez @brattyfics

[brattyfics]

— until we meet again, preciosa

PAIRING || bishop losa x black!ofc, miguel galindo x black!ofc (mentioned)

SUMMARY || She’s not his, and she won’t ever be, so he leaves her with words whispered like a promise. “Until we meet again, preciosa.”

TAGS || angst, unresolved feelings, not a hea, mentions of toxic relationships, sex (referenced).

WORD COUNT || 1.6k

Shadowy clouds hang overhead, blocking out the warming glow of the Sun. Raindrops pelt the roof above, drumming a beat of their own before pooling down to the concrete paved streets below. Isis watches stray droplets gather on the tall windows for several moments before stepping out onto the covered balcony. It felt colder than usual inside the three-story, Spanish-style shophouse, but outside it’s the opposite-- balmy, earthy. The air is heavy with humidity, so she has to take deep breaths, but she doesn’t enjoy it any less. Invigoration comes with the rain, brings hope for new beginnings, renews faith for the hopeless.

Down below, people dart between vendors to continue their shopping as the rain lightens. Colorful rays spring from puddles up towards the sky. A pair of young siblings splash each other while their mother sells delicious smelling tamales wrapped in banana leaves. Another young woman peddles gold necklaces, praying candles, and other little knick-knacks to the tourists of Sonora. Everybody has to make a living, including Isis.

She spends her days stroking the strings of a guitar or the keys of her piano, helping patrons of the music shop in between. The ground floor of the shophouse boasts string instruments and an extensive collection of vinyl records. After hours, she makes money hosting private piano lessons. She performs at the Discoteca down the street on weekends, fueling her passion for music almost 24/7 except when Preciosa is closed for ‘maintenance’.

Overstock merchandise and whatever else the Mayans’ Motorcycle Clubs needs to store clutters the second floor. Don’t ask, don’t tell is her motto, so whenever they come to the shop, she simply flips the sign to closed. There’s no point in fighting it. Besides, El Presidente always makes it a bearable, if not pleasant, experience. Bishop had called ahead to warn her that he was bringing Hank, Angel, and the new prospect, Angel’s baby brother, along. She could hear them bumping around, a noisy reminder that her shop only thrived because of the illegal deals happening in the back.

“Why don’t you put all that time and energy into something that’ll get you somewhere?” Being a musician wasn’t an acceptable career in her mother’s eyes, so the woman took every chance she could to crush her daughter’s dreams. “Nobody wants to hear all that noise!” Staring out into the street, she can’t help but wonder where she would’ve ended up if her mother had been supportive. Maybe she could have been a star rising to the top of Billboard charts or someone who worked behind the scenes, writing songs, singing demos. She had the skill set. Yes, her path would have been much different.

Isis had stood front and center, crooning out an old school blues song at a hole-in-the-wall spot when Miguel Galindo first laid eyes on her. It was a chance meeting, one that felt like fate at the time because dive bars weren’t his scene. The owner was a business associate who decided to try his hand at being a restaurateur; Miguel had been kind enough to come out and support. When he caught sight of her shapely frame in a slinky, satin number, he insisted on being introduced.

Miguel stood out in a crowd, wearing a tailored button-down, dark dress pants, and an expensive pair of Italian leather shoes. His salt and pepper beard groomed to perfection, hair gelled so that no strand was out of place. The moment she’d looked into his eyes, she was caught in his web. His masculine scent drew her in like honey to a bee. His charisma held her attention. Miguel sweet-talked her all night, insisting Isis sit next to him, eat h’orderves, and drink overpriced champagne. She obliged. Who could say no to that face? He used their close proximity to reel her in like a fish on a hook, leaning down to whisper in her ear. You’re beautiful. He told her. You have such a smooth, seductive tone. You should be performing for bigger crowds. Have you ever thought about branching out? He told her everything her mother never had, so she was a lamb to the slaughter.

For months, Miguel had treated her like his very own LifeSize doll to play with. He took her on shopping sprees, kept her draped in silk and lace. Isis didn’t think of herself as materialistic, but she couldn’t deny being showered in gifts felt splendid. He was always so tender, handling her delicately as his newest prized possession. As time went on, she became more like an ornament. Something for him to marvel at when he felt like it and then hide away the rest of the time. But nothing was worse than him leaving her to harden after he was finished molding her like clay. She asked for more—time, commitment, only for him to do the opposite.

Thus, Preciosa was born. A way for him to placate her and later make it easier for the M.C. to make him money.

“Just a few more minutes, and we’ll be out your way.” Isis jumped at the sound, turning away from the street to see Bishop. She hadn’t heard him come outside; didn’t expect him to venture up into her personal space.

Isis’ smile rarely reached her eyes, Bishop noticed. He stepped forward, holding a velvet box that felt heavier than it was. Her fingertips tickled him as he passed it over. Diamonds surrounded in white gold gleamed as the clouds cleared away for the Sun. Even Bishop could admit the set was gorgeous, but she didn’t look impressed. He hated being Galindo’s delivery boy, watching the way her face fell when the gifts she received became increasingly impersonal with each week. Not long ago, he’d also been tasked with passing along handwritten love notes or antique music sheets that she caressed like she would a lover’s skin.

“Thank you.”

She couldn’t hide her disappointment from him. Not for lack of trying-- Miguel always reminded her, appearances were everything. Smile. Don’t make me look bad. But Bishop watched her closely, knew her tells. Despite every nerve in his brain urging him to walk away, he steps forward to stand next to her. His calloused hands rest on the balcony’s edge next to her delicate pair, brown in varying tones of sepia and mahogany contrasting against the white paint.

Bishop feels the heat of her eyes on his frame, but he doesn’t let himself respond. Sharing this moment, a quick breath of fresh air will have to be enough. But she’s all around him, smelling of florals and sweet spices. He can’t think. He fumbles with his pockets in search of a cigarette. “You mind?” She shakes her head but is otherwise silent. Still watching him as he smokes; the way he takes long, steady pulls, cradling the stick between his full lips and then between his strong, veined fingers. She would bet her last dollar that he was an expert at other things involving his fingers and mouth.

When his hand drops again, she links her pinky with his, hesitant but exploratory.

Bishop looks at her, really looks at her like he sees her. It’s nice to be seen, especially when you’re the princess locked up far, far away from everyone you’ve ever known. She’s a black girl from Texas living in Sonora for goodness’ sake. This is no life, and she knows it. Several moments pass where neither can look away, both weighing their desires with the potential consequences.

With a deep breath in, she musters up the courage to ask Bishop what she’s been wanting to for months.

“Stay?”

Her heart feels like it might just explode while she waits for a response.

Bishop drops his head to his chest, cursing under his breath. “Fuck.” If Miguel ever found out… But he already knew what his answer would be. He’d been waiting for the invitation. The heated looks they exchanged, the way her fingers lingered on his when he passed her something. That damned pout she wore when Miguel forgot to send a flower arrangement-- she had no idea Bishop had been the one buying the flowers for some time now. No matter what mood she was in, fresh flowers always brightened her day. He loved watching that lonely look transform into something more lively, curious as she marveled over his choice for the week. He went for variety, slowly learning what she loved and what she just liked; her favorite color, favorite scent.

The subtle tension between them, he wasn’t even certain she noticed. The cash and the bling could’ve blinded her to all other men. But it didn’t.

When the Sun had gone down several hours later, and the guys were gone, Bishop redressed. Belt buckling with a clink, leather sliding over his shoulders easily. He let himself take one last look at her wrapped up in a poofy comforter set. The mustard-yellow velvet complimented her skin in the best way, bringing out a gold undertone. Her eyes seem to have brightened as well. He couldn’t resist leaning over to stroke her sweaty skin. Dark coils stuck to her beautiful face, frizzy in some parts from when she rode him, sweat escaping from her pores, flat in the others from when he laid her on her back and hooked her legs over her shoulders.

He wants to stay, to prop himself up against the intricately carved wood headboard and hold her in his lap while they whisper sweet nothing to each other, but he can’t.

She’s not his, and she won’t ever be, so he leaves her with words whispered like a promise. “Until we meet again, preciosa.”

NOTES || This fic and the collage above was inspired by @isisafrofairy’s gorgeous moodboard! Also, the wonderful “Until we meet again, preciosa” line is hers as well. This is my thank you for the moodboard you made for me. I really leaned on the pictures you used for inspiration and I think I managed to capture/include each element. It was so hard not to ruin the surprise, but I was able to shut tf up for once 😂 I’m really proud of how this turned out, and hopefully you enjoy it just as much! Also, I realize the moodboard had nothing to do with Miguel but he lives in my head rent-free apparently 🥴

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