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Stockton!Series Part Seven: Graveside - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Marcus Alvarez)

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Stockton!Series:

Part One: El Cuchillo - An incident in the clubhouse causes ramifcations for the entire club.

Part Two: Always - Nestor learns about what happened.

Part Three: In the Dark - You and Nestor wake up to find armed men in your house.

Part Four: Sierra - Marcus takes care of the men who tried to kill you.

Part Five: Maternal - Nestor and you take refuge at a familiar location.

Part Six: Times Are Changing - Bishop and Marcus discuss the future of the club.

The light shines through the trees, highlighting the colours in your hair as you stand in the cemetery before the grave of your mother, clutching a bouquet of sunflowers. For a moment it feels like Marcus has seen a ghost, Sierra standing in the midst of the greenery. He thinks that’s what Ramos saw that day in the clubhouse, Sierra’s ghost haunting him. When you tilt your head to look at him, he sees Javi’s eyes and he knows that’s the reason that Ramos tried to kill you that night. You were evidence of a past he didn’t want to confront, a reminder of what Javi had taken from him. A shot at a wife, a family. He wouldn’t have been happy until every last trace of Javi was eradicated.

For Marcus right now the past is overlapping the present. Sierra was never the same after the night Ramos hurt her, and neither was your father.

Marcus remembers the days you had spent at his home, him and Izzy looking after you because your mother couldn’t bring herself to leave the bed and your father was too busy trying to take care of her. He recalls you cuddled up on his chest as he read to you, putting you to bed and whispering sweet dreams before he turned the nightlight on.

Sierra had disappeared not long after that, they’d found her car at the Sonny Bono Wildlife Reserve. Her and Javi used to go hiking there, they’d taken you a handful of times for picnics. Her body had been found in the clearing you’d frequented; a suicide note tucked neatly in her purse.

I just can’t live with what he did to me, it had read.

Your father had gone after Ramos that night, he’d beaten him so badly he’d almost killed him. The only reason Marcus had put a stop to it was because of the shit that was going down with the cartels. Ramos was the lynchpin to the whole operation, if he died, then they’d be looking at a war and the cost of that, the bloodshed, it would have been far too much.

It’s not a pardon, he had told Javi, it’s just a stay of execution.

How wrong he’d been. Ramos had used his position and his connections to make himself untouchable in the years that followed. Javi had thrown himself into raising his daughter, being the best father he could be in Sierra’s absence.

It was your attack that changed things, Marcus thought. The powerlessness, the helpless, it brought back the memories of your mother, what Ramos had done to her. He thinks that’s why Javi started stalking Ramos, learning his routine. That’s what he’d been doing the night that he was killed, the cops had told them he’d been side swiped by a drunk driver, but Marcus knew the truth. Ramos had made his move and taken Javi out. He just hadn’t been able to prove it.

Your father’s death had sent you off the rails, it was the catalyst for everything that followed after.

Marcus clears his throat as he comes to stand beside you, in his own hand he holds a bouquet of lilies, not white but purple. It had been Sierra’s favourite colour. He puts his flowers alongside yours before straightening his spine.

“Do you think she’d be proud of me?” You ask him, the edges of his mouth tip up into a small smile.

“I think she’d like Nestor.” He tells you, clasping his hands in front of him. “I think she’d be wondering why you haven’t married him yet.”

You laugh, the back of your hand rubbing across the tears on your cheeks.

“I don’t think she’s the only one.”

Marcus bows his head before his gaze comes to rest upon the gravestone in front of him. He thinks of the last conversation the two of them had.

“You’ll look after her for me, won’t you?” Sierra had said when he’d visited her at the house. You were in school, and he’d wanted to give Javi a break.

“You’ll be looking after her soon enough.” He’d told her, smoothing the hair away from her face. “You just need to get yourself better.”

That had been the day before she’d driven out to the Wildlife Reserve.

“I think she’d be happy with the life that you’ve build, the fact you help people.” Marcus says finally, his arm coming to rest upon your shoulders. He feels you begin to tremble, hears the catch in your chest.

“I miss her.” You choke out and it breaks his heart because if Ramos had had his way, you’d be in the grave alongside of her, alongside your father. Your whole family would have been obliterated because of one man and his selfishness.

“It’s ok mija.” He says, his hand rubbing soothing circles over your back. “I miss her too.”

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The Runaway Galindo Sister

Summary: You left the Galindo name and life behind, but it always seems to come back after you.  ________

One Shots: Cold - Nestor Oceteva x Galindo!Sister Reader ________ Multi-Part Stories:

📖 Minimum Wage - Nestor Oceteva x Galindo!Sister Reader (Pt 1)

📖 Commission Job - Nestor Oceteva x Galindo!Sister Reader (Pt 2)

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WIP Game

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Tagged by bestie @drabbles-mc

Would y'all believe if I said this is how many WIPs are in my files after deleting hella stuff that's been in there for years lmaoooo. This is crazy but idc 🤷🏽‍♀️ please indulge me and ask me stuff

As Fate Would Have It (Original Fiction, Sci-fi/Fantasy)

PIGZ (Original Fiction, Post-Apocalyptic Horror [think Walking Dead but with college students])

I'm The Sky To You (Original Fiction with Aaron Pierre x Jayme Lawson as face claims, Romance)

For Still Loving Even When I'm Aching- OA Zidan x Tiffany Wallace (one-shot)

Turning Tables- OA Zidan x Tiffany Wallace

Love You Like I Will- OA Zidan x Tiffany Wallace (OrganizedCrime!OA x PrivateInvestigator!Tiff)

Always Win- Vorrester (Celebrity!AU, childhood sweethearts)

Live and Die- Vorrester (Syndicate!AU)

Unrelenting- Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x OC

Ached For- Jake Seresin x OC (Hockey!AU)

Going To The Chapel- Javy Machado x OC

Deeply Stuck- Kevin Atwater x OC

Warm Embrace- Kevin Atwater x OC

Always Yours- Kevin Atwater x OC (High School Sweethearts!AU)

All I Ask- Burzek (Biker!Adam x Assassin!Kim)

Dangerous Road- Juice Ortiz x OC

Got Me Feeling The Way I Do- Opie Winston x OC

Fallin'- Nestor Oceteva x OC

Shoot 'em Up- Jay Halstead x OC (Mafia!Jay)

One Chicago Next Gen Fic

I've Got You- Ivan Ortiz x OC (one-shot)

It's Gonna Be A Scream- Chicago PD (Slasher!AU)

No presh tags: @roosterforme @rayslittlekitten @imagineredwood @darqchilddaydreamz @withmyteeth @ashlingiswriting

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Doctor Recommended

Nestor Oceteva & Erin Thomas

For Day 6 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: painkillers/bad coping mechanisms

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, mentions of pills

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: In a twist that is shocking to no one at all, I do have a bigger fic about these two sitting in my wip folder as we speak. It exists completely separate from this one-shot, but it does exist. Despite the fact that the two of them have never shared a single second of screentime, you can catch me constantly thinking about Nestor and Erin together anyway. No one can stop me. 😌

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The house was silent as Nestor made his way through to the kitchen. Despite the fact that the last forty-eight hours had gone horrendously, and that his right arm was now strapped down in a sling, he still was pulling his overnight watch at the Galindo house. Realistically, he didn’t know how much use he would be if something were to happen, but the house had yet to be ambushed in the dead of night so he figured it would be a relatively safe and easy shift.

For the few hours that he’d been there so far, everything had been quiet. Everyone was upstairs and, presumably, asleep. The house was as close to silent as it would ever be. Most of what he’d been doing was just patrolling and making sure that nothing looked like it was out of the ordinary.

Even though it’d been an uneventful night so far, it didn’t stop the shooting pain in his shoulder that was quickly starting to travel down his arm. The doctor had given him painkillers when he’d initially gotten checked out. The pain hadn’t been bad enough, in Nestor’s opinion, to warrant them yet. However, he also had no intention of spending the entire night in pain. So he made his way to the kitchen with the intention of finally taking a couple of the pills to at least take a bit of the edge off.

Erin was quietly making her way back to her room upstairs from the bathroom when she heard noises coming from downstairs. If it had been anyone else’s house, she would’ve assumed that it was nothing, but it wasn’t just anyone’s house. She didn’t pretend to know all the details of what Miguel got up to when he left the house, but she knew that things hadn’t been going well lately. After all, there was no other reason that the man would’ve called her and invited her to the house.

She was regretting all of that as she crept down the stairs and started making her way towards the noise. She knew that it was an ill-informed decision—it wasn’t like she had any weapons on her and she had no interest in getting into a brawl with an intruder, but it was too late now. She was too committed to the plan.

The closer she got to rounding the corner to get into the kitchen, the better she could make out some of the actual sounds. She heard someone grumbling but she couldn’t quite make out the words. Then she heard something clattering against the countertops. Her heart felt like it was starting to creep up into her throat as she tried to brace herself for rounding the corner.

She stepped into the kitchen with more speed and gusto than necessary, and with more than she thought she would be able to muster given the late hour. She was holding her breath, eyes wide as she looked around to see who was in the house and what was going on.

Her sudden appearance caught Nestor off-guard. The still-closed pill bottle in his hands slipped from his grasp and clattered against the counter again. He whipped around to face her, having to reach with his non-dominant hand for his gun, the motion much slower than it would’ve been if he actually had use of his right arm.

That turned out to be a good thing for both of them, though. In the time that it took for him to try and reach for his gun, he realized that it was only Erin, and the extra couple of seconds that she had on him because of her silent approach allowed her to see that it was only Nestor. As much as she hated that Miguel always seemed to have people wandering around the house at all hours, she was glad that he was at least supposed to be there.

“Fuck me,” she said, the words sounding more like a sigh of relief than anything else.

Nestor was struggling to re-holster his gun, eyes trained on that rather than Erin as he asked, “What are you doing up?”

She walked deeper into the kitchen, landing herself on the opposite side of the island from him. “I thought I heard someone breaking in to try and, I don’t know, kill everyone.” Even with her hushed voice, the sarcasm was impossible to miss.

He lifted his eyes and looked at her, eyebrows raised as he took in the sight of her in a ratty, over-sized t-shirt and pajama shorts. All he could think was that if he had been someone breaking in, Erin wouldn’t have posed much of a threat. “Planned on being the first to go?”

She laughed quietly and rolled her eyes. “Big talk coming from the guy who can’t pull his gun right now.” She leaned forward so that her forearms were braced against the countertop. “Why are you even here? Like, are you even useful right now?”

Nestor would’ve taken more time to be annoyed by her commentary if he hadn’t been so busy battling it out with the bottle of pills in his hand. “Useful enough,” he grumbled out.

An amused grin came over her lips as she watched him struggle. “Yea, I see that.”

Nothing more was said between the two of them as Nestor continued to fiddle with the bright orange bottle of pills. Erin perched her chin in her hand as she watched him. She could’ve easily gone back to bed, but she knew that she wasn’t going to fall back to sleep anytime soon so there was no point. Instead, she kept herself camped out on the opposite side of the island, perfectly content while Nestor had growing frustration to pair with his intensifying pain.

Erin wouldn’t have had any problem popping the top off the bottle of pills for him, but she wanted him to ask for the help. She didn’t have any specific problem with Nestor that made her want to watch him struggle, but she knew that it really wouldn’t kill him to just ask for some assistance.

He could feel her eyes on him as his left hand wrapped around the bottle and tried to get the top off. As if being in pain wasn’t enough, now he had an audience to his temporary incompetence. He didn’t have to be looking at her to know that she was getting a kick out of it all, probably scheming up some smart remarks. He was no stranger at this point to being on the end of those, but the pain he was in made him a little less tolerant of it all.

A couple different times he tried to use the hand of his arm that was bound in the sling. Each time, though, he was reminded that everything in his arm and hand were connected because another jolt of pain would go through him when he attempted to put apply any kind of pressure with that hand.

Letting out a deep sigh, he fought the urge to just slam the plastic bottle against the countertop. His left hand was clamped down tightly over the lid, and even in the low lighting of the kitchen Erin could see the clench in his jaw as he tried not to throw the entire thing across the house.

His shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath, ready to make another futile attempt at it all. Erin didn’t know how long the two of them had actually been standing there on either side of the island, but it was far too long for so little reward. The second he lifted the bottle off the countertop, Erin leaned over the island, nearly lifting her feet off the floor in the process of reaching, and snatched the bottle out of his hand.

“I can’t fuckin’ watch this anymore,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

“I—”

“No you don’t,” she didn’t allow him to try and argue. It took her all of five seconds to get the lid off. She handed the bottle back over to him, keeping the lid to herself as she spun it on the counter like it was a coin she’d found along the way.

Her hand toyed idly with the cap to the bottle while she watched Nestor set the bottle down before turning around and stepping over towards the cupboards where all of the glasses and plates were kept. Reaching up, he pulled the door to one open and grabbed a glass tumbler for himself. Erin assumed that he was going to put it under the sink faucet and fill it with water. Instead, though, he set the glass down on the counter and reached for one of the bottles of whiskey intermingled among hers and Emily’s numerous bottles of wine.

That was a bottle that he was able to get the cap off of with no problem. Erin chuckled as she watched him pour a fairly generous amount of the liquor into the glass that he’d gotten. He screwed the cap back onto the bottle, sliding it back into place before moving the glass to the island where the open bottle of pills sat.

Everything felt like it took so many more steps than necessary when he only had use of one hand. He set the glass down and grabbed the pill bottle, shaking two out onto the counter before setting the bottle back down. He swiped the pills up and tossed them into his mouth, holding them there for a moment as he grabbed the glass of whiskey. He took a large sip to wash the pills down. Once that was done, he took another sip for good measure before setting the glass back down.

Erin was watching the entire thing, chuckling to herself as she did. “Yea,” she said when Nestor set the glass back down, “I think that’s exactly how the doctors recommend you take those.” She ignored Nestor’s lack of a response as she reached across the counter for the bottle again. Making a big show of turning the bottle in her hand and reading the label, she said, “Right here, actually. Make sure to take with copious amounts of alcohol.”

Nestor shook his head at her as he drummed his fingers on the outside of his glass. He knew her well enough to know that whether or not he gave her an argument about it, she was going to keep talking anyway. Every day he wondered how she and Emily came from the same family. He and his brother had been different, sure, but nothing like the two of them.

Erin half-expected Nestor to tell her to go back to bed. Or, at the very least, simply walk away from her and out of the kitchen. It wasn’t as though he was chatty with her under the best circumstances, let alone a night like this. But still, he hadn’t left, hadn’t tried to send her away.

“So, what happened, anyway?” she asked, her voice so much quieter than it usually was.

He was so caught off-guard by how genuine she sounded when she asked that he almost gave her the answer. He opened his mouth to tell her, but stopped himself. Instead, he just shook his head. “Nothing.”

Erin sighed, shaking her head as she fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Yea, last time I ended up popping painkillers with my arm strapped down it was also because of nothing.”

She waited for him to have some sort of response, something passive-aggressive and dismissive all at once. But he was silent. The two of them stayed across from each other, silently staring at each other and waiting for the other to have something to say. If history was evidence to anything, it was that Erin was going to have something to say first. However, it seemed like she was determined to get him to speak up for once.

He knew that getting into any of it with her was going to do more harm than good. There was nothing that she could do about it, no help that she could offer. And if she was already paranoid about whoever was in the house, telling her about the threats they were dealing with outside the house on a regular basis wasn’t going to help ease any of her unrest.

Instead of offering her anything substantial, he asked, “Can you put the cap back on that?”

She watched as he nodded towards the pill bottle that was sitting in front of her. Her knee-jerk reaction was to be petty and tell him to do it himself. He saw it in her eyes that she didn’t want to make things easy for him if he wasn’t going to offer her any kind of answers. But the harshness in her eyes only lasted for a moment before it softened slightly and she put the cap back on for him. Her concession to that was the most she’d ever seemed to be like Emily in the entire time that Nestor had known her.

“Next time you gotta open it, you’re on your own,” she said as she slid it across the counter to him.

A tiny smirk pulled at the one end of his mouth, but he didn’t say anything, instead giving a short nod of acknowledgment. He stood there waiting, assuming from her tone and her comment that she was going to go back to bed. Instead of leaving him to his own devices, Erin walked around to the other side of the island and grabbed her own glass. Nestor watched her intently, wondering what she was going to grab for herself. Much to his surprise, she reached for the same bottle that he had only a short while before.

She poured herself a smaller portion than Nestor had poured for himself. Once she put the cap back on, she stepped back to the island, her and Nestor now both on the same side. Setting her glass out of harm’s way, she hoisted herself up so that she was sitting on the edge of the counter, legs dangling over the edge of it. Nestor didn’t comment on it or try to move away from her. He watched as she grabbed her cup and took a sip, cringing slightly as it went down.

The silence between them was welcome, comfortable even. It wasn’t often that the two of them found themselves in each other’s company with no one else around. Typically wherever Nestor was, Miguel or Emily wasn’t far behind. There were a million questions that Erin wanted to ask since it was just the two of them for once, but she was smart enough to know that she wouldn’t get the answers to any of them.

“Future reference,” she finally broke the silence as she toyed with the glass in her hands, “the wine is way better.”

It was the first time Erin had ever heard Nestor let out anything reminiscent of a laugh or a chuckle. She chalked it up to the painkillers finally starting to kick in. He nodded in acknowledgment as he picked up his glass and brought it back to his lips, taking another sip without a word.

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Masterlist

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Home Sweet Home

Introduction ChapterOne ChapterTwo ChapterThree ChapterFour ChapterFive ChapterSix Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter "El-even" Chapter Twelve ON PERMANENT HOLD

Billy Hargrove

4819 Cherry Lane

Introduction Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Four Part Two Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven

(One Shots)

Happy Halloween, Jackass. Always Watching pt 1 PT 2 Its You and Me

Euphoria

Fezco O'Neil

Power

Intro Song List Chapter 1

Mayans MC

Angel Reyes

Scary

Introduction Chapter One

Nestor Oceteva

Just pretend

Introduction Chapter One

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When Plans Go Astray

Summary; Being late for an anniversary date is never a good idea, but after a terrible day at work, Nestor has to change plans and quickly.  WordCount; 554 Pairing; Nestor Oceteva x Female Reader Warnings; Fluff, Mentions of Injury, Surprise ending.  A/N - My first time writing for Nestor, so feedback would be appreciated!

Day 2                                           ➽───────────────❥

Nestor was late. After spending all day in the kitchen, putting so much effort in tonight, you were seething. Despite understanding the importance and the dangers of his job, you couldn't help feeling that you should be able to have one night with him. Especially on your anniversary.

If only you knew why Nestor was so late. 

Parking up in the driveway, Nestor knew he was late. Four hours late, to be exact. When Nestor left your home in the early hours of the morning, Nestor desired one thing, to return home to you. He hadn't expected the day to transpire the way that it did. Every plan seemed to go astray. Nestor had managed to find himself in two fistfights and a shot out. He was unwilling to imagine his appearance as of now, the bruises, the cuts, he could feel them all as if they were fresh. 

Begrudgingly, he left the safety of his car, awaiting the inevitable argument, but Nestor could admit he deserved it. He made a promise to you, which he broke. Sighing, he dragged his feet up the several stairs before opening the door until your shared home.

"Mi Reina, where are you?" Nestor called out as he threw his jacket onto a nearby chair. The house was so silent Nestor could have heard a pin drop. Perhaps you had finally had enough. Should he be surprised that you've had enough with the inconsistencies that being with him brought?

In a last-ditch attempt to locate you, Nestor searched for you in the back garden. There you were, sitting in there in your favourite outfit, drinking your favourite bottle of wine. Nestor witnessed the amount of effort that you had placed into tonight, from the decoration of the table. The melodies of Nestor's favourite song playing softly in the background.

"Mi Reina, I'm so sorry."

"I asked for one night! One night and you couldn't even give that to me." Raising from your chair, you turned to face him, to unleash every emotion you had been feeling all night onto him, however, the second you noticed him, your mind turned from anger to concern. 

"Mi Rey, what happened to you? Are you alright? How badly are you hurt?" You were in front of him at an instant. Examing the visible skin for marks, cuts, bruises. Both of your hands reaching up to cup his face gingerly. 

"Mi Amor, my injuries are unimportant. Tonight was supposed to be about us, and I've ruined it. I'm sorry." While you had been upset that Nestor had been late, now you understood what kind of day it had been, realising that Nestor was only late when things were particularly bad. Resting up on your toes, you pressed a gentle kiss to Nestor's lips. 

"You have nothing to be sorry for, we've still got the entire evening, so what do you say I go run a bath."

Allowing you to walk past him, Nestor remained outside for a moment, as removed the square box from his pocket. Plans had changed. Would a proposal in the bath be as romantic as it would have been over dinner?

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↳ Bodyguard!Nestor x Celebrity!Reader | MASTERLIST

Fandom: Mayans MC

Request: N/A... Kinda?

Count: 35

A/N: I kind of want to write a part two to these head canons 🤔 ... Thoughts? Also, based on an idea by my bby @rosabellablood <3

It seemed as if you’d become famous overnight, or at least it certainly felt that way

Your big break was a small, low-budget indie psychological horror film that you’d signed on to play the leading role in sometime last year

No one expected much to come of it, just a fun little passion project, but you liked the script so you agreed to be involved

The film ended up making the festival circuit later on, and in a complete turn of events, it blew up overnight, effectively launching you into the global spotlight

Audiences all over the world loved the storyline for it’s originality, how it was unlike anything else they’d ever seen, and critics praised everything else- especially your performance as the lovely, yet stunningly murderous, heroine-turned-villain

And with your newfound celebrity status, you began experiencing a lot of new things that you’d never felt as a lesser popular actress

Mostly just a lot of crazy fans, some obsessive stalkers that occasionally showed up to your house and demanded your autograph, and the usual amount of people harassing you on social media

And they all seemed fairly harmless (or so you’d like to think), but your agent insisted you get a security team as soon as possible

You brushed him off for a while, but he persisted, and you eventually (reluctantly, and begrudgingly) agreed to one bodyguard of your joint choosing

And that’s how you ended up with the one  and only Mr. Nestor Oceteva, courtesy of some expensive, uppity company

It sort of stunned you when the two of you first met during the initial interviews, how handsome he was and how professional he was, seemingly unbothered by your celebrity

He had an aura of authority and almost demanded respect, even when he was silent

And when he spoke, it somehow got more intense in the best sort of way

Nestor was tall and muscular, his long black hair braided neatly into two plaits on either side of his face, with the black wire of his communications piece tucked behind his ear

Faded, but colorful tattoos ran down his arms, mostly visible when he rolled up the sleeves of his dark dress shirt, and a large one rested on his neck, peaking above his pristinely starched collar

And despite the same damn pair of yellow sunglasses he wore every single day that got on your nerves unlike anything else, he was very handsome, and strangely enough, exactly your type

But you paid that no mind, or really, really tried not to

He was here to do one job, and that was guarantee your personal safety, not be some human decoration for you to stare at

At first, neither of you really quite liked each other, though you spent a lot of time together

(Kind of hard not to when he’s in your home for over twelve hours at a time)

He wasn’t too fond of protecting and driving around a celebrity (but it paid too damn good to pass up, even though he had basically zero experience with it), and you weren’t totally sold on the idea of a security detail meets chauffeur, so the two of you clashed for a while

He barely spoke to you unless it was important, rarely ever giving you any more attention past the bare minimum of what you needed, keeping his eyes and mind focused on your safety and only that

It eventually got to the point where your agent noticed the tension and asked if you wanted to fire him and find a replacement, to which you quickly declined

And after all, it didn’t take too long for the two of you to grow bored of the constant silence that lurked while in each other’s company

One day, you finally broke that looming silence with something totally dumb, like asking if he had Words With Friends on his phone

He did, and the two of you played back and forth for hours while you finally carried on a real, genuine conversation with one another

For the record, he was pretty damn good at it, but you managed to beat him a few times

After that, it becomes a lot more frequent

Not just games on your phones but the deep, candid talks you’d find yourself embroiled in with him

You’d talk about anything and everything under the sun

The weather, sports, shows you needed to watch, reading some of the not-so-good scripts you had been sent, his secret passion for cooking or his military experiences, or the two of you sharing secrets back and forth

The nights where he’d grab takeout on his way to your house for work and the two of you would watch cheesy comedy flicks or terrifying horror movies were your favorite

The two of you would just be calm and chill and it was simple, a very nice break away from your newly chaotic everyday life

He didn’t give a single fuck about your growing wealth or your status or who you were, he just saw you as yourself

To Nestor, you were just Y/N Y/L/N, a girl from Y/H/T who happened to employ him, and that was good enough for both of you to enjoy

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Sexual Adventures

Gif credit @angels-reyes

Requested on wattpad.

I hope you all enjoy!!

Happy Reading Dollies.

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"Where are we going"? Nestor smiled at the question not taking his eyes off the road.

"Don't worry. You'll love it".

"If you're taking me to see you torture someone please turn around and let me change. I don't think a sun dress is the right clothing to get blood on".

"You look beautiful and they would be a lucky son of a bitch if they saw you in this dress since the next thing they'll see is me doing them bodily harm to their body". He let out a chuckle. At times you couldn't believe that you were actually in a car with him or even in a relationship with his dark sense of humor.

"So we're not killing anyone"?

"No, I wouldn't put you in that position. But". He stopped.

"But"?

"There is a position I would like to get you into". He shifted in his seat, pulling at his pant leg to straighten his pants.

"Oh really? And what position would that be"? You asked leaning over on the console watching the movement of his face, running your fingers across his thigh. The movement of your fingers formed goosebumps on Nestors arms, beats of sweat formed on his forehead. When every you touched him a chill would go up his spine. Your fingers danced closer to the tent forming in his pants, Nestor licked his lips as you ran your hand over his hard cock giving it a little squeeze.

"How about you pull over and we can figure out that postion together"? You unzipped his zipper, snaking your hand in boxers and began pumping him with a evil smirk on your face.

"Lets wait til we get home. I don't want to be caught". He concentrated on the rode, forgetting your hand on his cock.

"We're in the middle of nowhere. I don't think anyone will catch us. So pull over....... Daddy". You purred seductively. The tires screeched to a halt, dust flying in the wind as you let out a giggle. Nestor put the car in park, unbuckling his seat belt, panting hard your hand still rubbing him.

"Say it again". Nestors husky voice ordered you. He always did what ever you wanted when you called him daddy or papi, it was his weakness and sometimes you took advantage of it especially when you were horny and he was working all hours of the day or night.

"Daddy, please fuck me". You pouted biting your lip. In a matter of seconds Nestor had you pushed up against the passenger side door, your head hanging out of the window. His hands traveled down your back to your ass, giving it a smack before he yanked up your dress revealing a black lacy pair of panties. He roughly moved them spreading your legs apart. You removed your straps of your dress, the warm air made your nipples hard. Both of you were panting and the anticipation was killing. Nestor quickly unfastened his pants , moving closer behind you. His clothed chest pressed against your back as he roughly entered you, both arms wrapped around you. One squeezed your breast as the other held on to you hip.

"Oh fuck daddy". You cried out as he pounded faster. The SUV shook, you held onto the door for live, having a imagine in your head that when Nestor came he would shoot you out of the car which made you laugh.

Nestor slapped your ass again as he released your breast, he unbuttoned his shirt and you took that as he needed help. You began rolling your hips, grinding on him. The more you moved the deeper you took him soon he was completely in you. Nestor leaned against the console and you leaned against him bouncing your hips.

"Fuck baby girl". He growled in your ear, taking his fingers and rolling your nipple. His lips attacked your neck, leaving little purple spots marking you as his for everyone to see.

"You going to cum daddy"? A smile grew on your face as Nestor held you in place roughly thrusting his hips into you.

"Aaaah". You screamed, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt your orgasm explode, coming all over Nestors hard cock that didn't seems to want to quite. He kept pounding into you not giving you anytime to recover.

"I'm close". Nestor breathed out, his thrust became sloppy and quick.

You gave him a hand and bounced your ass on him as he gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin, prints that will liter your body for days.

"Fuuuuck". Nestor moaned out on your shoulder as released his seed inside you. Luckily you didn't fly out the window, you chuckled.

"See we didn't get caught". You leaned back grabbing his face and kissing him.

"That was the best car sex I have ever had". He wanted as he pulled himself out of you and slipped back into his pants taking a seat back in the driver seat. Sweaty and very satisfied.

"Well it's the first of many for me, I hope"? You looked at him as you fixed your dress.

"Oh yeah. Doing this every time we get in the car". He said trying to catch his breath. You giggled as you grabbed the cooler bag from the back and got out a bottle of water taking a sip and handing it to Nestor who definitely needed it.

"So you ready to go? Maybe go on another first sex adventure"? You winked as he started the car with a hungry growl starring at you and sped off to the original destination.

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The Babysitter

Nestor x Reader

Summary: Emily hires you to babysit Cristobal (this is apart from the actual tv series events) and you and Nestor have some...tension. im bad at summaries ok.

Warnings: no smut just tension lmao. Cursing. Some predatory behavior, nothing beyond that.

Word count: idk tbh its longER tho bc i cant be short im s o r r y.

Hope yall enjoy 💞

The door chimed as you walked into the coffee shop, immediatley seeing Emily beam as she saw you made you loose a tension you didnt know you were holding. After leaving your last job abruptly you had been busy trying to get your shit together and through the struggle you were glad to take a break to see your old babysitter and childhood friend Emily.

"Hey (y/n)!" She stood up, you noted motherhood suited her well. She seemed more at peace now.

"Hey Em!" You looked down to see Cristobal sweetly sleeping in his noteably expensive stroller.

"So..." she seemed eager "I was talking with Miguel and we know you're...well...looking for a new job and place to stay so we thought it'd be perfect if you stayed with us as Cristobals full time nanny."

You were caught off gaurd to say the least "Oh, uh that does sounds great but i dont have any experience really."

"Dont worry well figure it out and ill be there in the beginning till you settle in. Trust me."

You thought you didnt have many other places to go either way and being in a stable enviornment would be good for a change. Fuck it.

"When can i start?"

Nannying was going better than you thought. It helped that Cristobal was more than well behaved but also you kind of had a knack for it. Not to mention the mansion Emily lived in. The only problem from time to time was that asshole with the cornrows. He always blatantly ignored you or just stared at you until you left the room. You thought long and hard about what you did to piss him off and couldnt think of a single thing, so you decided he was just an asshole.

You needed to check with Miguel about taking Cristobal to the park, going to his office you just found Nestor standing next to an empty desk.

"Where is Miguel?"

He didnt respond.

"Where.Is.Miguel?" You ask with more attitude than you meant.

He blinked like he didnt understand.

"Nestor!" You raised your voice

"He stepped out. He'll be back in 10." His calm tone didnt match yours. You instantly felt embaressed to have been rude. Shit.

"Thanks" you walked out wishing you had been more calm

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When you walked in he looked up, thinking it was miguel, to see you. You were wearing that new top he liked. It hugged your curves. The sun was hitting your face making you glow.

Fuck you were beautiful. He wanted to shove the chair out of the way and grab you and kiss you more than he ever wanted anything he knew he couldnt have.

Shit. You looked mad.

"Nestor!"

He gathered his thoughts

He watched you walk out. His stomach twisted that you seemed mad at him. Fuck.

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They were supposed to be gone all day so you were walking around the house, bouncing and humming a hymn to Cristobal in your pjs. He slowly fell asleep as you walked around the stairs to the den, you stopped dead.

You were met with the eyes of Miguel, Devante, Nestor, and a fair skinned man with a lot of jewlery and a shit eating grin as his eyes obviosuly roamed your body. You were just wearing a little bit too short of shorts and a tank top that cristobals sleepy hand was tugging down. You felt your stomach twist and cheeks flush.

"Sorry-I I didnt know anyone was home, he was getting fussy so.." you trailed off as Miguel stood up giving you a look you couldnt read. You looked over to Nestor and he looked upset.

"Dont worry mija we were just finishing up." Miguel said, like he meant it.

"Actually" the strange man stood, still undressing you with his eyes. It was starting to piss you off.

"Miguelito i think we should wait till my party next saturday to...finalize this deal huh?" He said with that same grin.

"Por supuesto" miguel said as he ushered the man to the other side of the room, talking to each other in spanish too quiet for you to decipher.

You felt stuck in your place. You focused on Cristobals breath against your chest. Trying to let it calm you. You noted more of the man. He looked dangerous. Emily told you Miguel was a international businessman and you believed her till you came here. You werent stupid enough to ask exactly what he did but you also werent stupid enough to believe he was just a businessman either.

The men came back and stood in front of you for a beat.

"Hey listen im really sorry i thought everyone was gone-" you started

"No worries chiquita, but do you have a passport?" Devante asked, eyebrow raised

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"Well if im being whored out i mine as well look good right?" You said smoothing down the soft rose gold satin dress as Emily and Dita sang your praises.

"How many times do i have to tell you (y/n) he just told Miguel he wanted to see you at the party, hes not going to do anything and we won't let him anyways." Emily reassured you, doing your hair.

"You're a part of the family now mija, this is our job as the women." You knew that comment was true, you saw it with your own eyes and that made it sting even more.

You were doing it for the sake of Emily and her family you told yourself. Plus you did look amazing in the dress.

You tugged at the zipper of the dress, it wouldn't budge.

"Hey em, can you-" you turned to see nestor at the door.

"I can if you want" his voice was gentle. Not that he was ever callous with you but it felt deliberate.

"Yeah sure" you half whispered, surprised it got caught in your throat.

He walked over. You moved your hair in front as he gently pulled the zipper up. Touching it when he was done. You turned.

"Listo?" He asked

You nodded, following. Feeling a flutter in your chest.

The drive to mexico was beautiful and serene. You mind did wander to Nestor and how sweet he was to you. You wondered if it was a fluke. Maybe he felt sorry for you. You tried not. to feel sorry for yourself.

You arrived to what looked like a castle. It had the guards with machine guns and everything. You found humor in that, as the situation sank in, you weren't scared.

It you were honest with yourself even when Nestor was cold to you, you always felt safe with him.

You all got out of the car, you last, as Nestor helped you onto the uneven stones. It'd been a minute since you wore heels.

"Dont worry." He leaned down to talk close to you, squeezing your hand. You met his smile.

The music was loud as you walked in. People were dancing and the mariachis were amazing. You were thankful to sit next to emily and dita. You felt eyes on you from men and their wives. You tugged your dress up. Definitley not the most revealing at the party but apparently it was enough.

"Its because you are not married" Dita told you, a comforting hand on your shoulder. "They are jealous" She smiled. It didnt make you feel better. You tried to focus on the drink in front of you.

The man from the house yelled joyfully and drunkenly in spanish and started walking toward the table. The men quickly stood up and met him halfway. Ushering him into a private room smoothly. Not before you made eye contact and he winked. You held your shudder.

The night went on and you found yourself almost having fun and forgetting the dangerous people around you.

You went to the bathroom as Devante and Dita danced.

You were looking for the bathroom when you felt a heavy hand on your waist. You jumped and turned. It was the man.

"Hello pretty women" he said with a accent slurred with the smell of strong alcohol that pinched your nose.

You backed up to find yourself against a wall. You started to look for a way out but his hand got harder on your waist, moving to hold your hip.

He leaned in speaking breathy spanish against your ear you couldnt understand on your best day. You took the opportunity to side step, noticing his henchmen about 10 ft away watching, glocks on their hips. The situation sank your stomach. You wouldnt be getting out of here.

"(Y/n) ive been looking everwhere for you." Dita shuffled past the man grabbing your arm and pulling you away. "Miguel needs to talk with you." She said louder than necesarry.

You were at a near jog down the hall. She stopped and turned you when you were safely away but not into the main area.

"Are you okay mija?" She held your hand. You felt tears welling.

"Men like that will ways exist and here, you will find them in abundance. It's important to stay close to us. They prey on the lone wolf okay?" You nodded. She wiped the tear you didnt know you shed.

She stayed with you till you calmed down.

"Brave face mija" she said as you walked back into the room, back to the table. Nestor and miguel were there looking directly at you, worried, trying to read your face. You forced a smile. Understanding what being in this family meant. It wasnt good. It wasnt bad. It was just your life now.

Nestor quickly sat next to you. Emily eyeing you, sympathetically. They were all too smart to not put together what happened. She touched your thigh, you flinched. She removed it. You could see she made a heartbroken face out the corner of your eyr but you couldnt bring yourself to meet her eyes.

"Im okay i promise. Just..shook up" you were honest. She nodded. You knew she felt terrible.

The night continued. Nestor wanted to kill him and he knew how he would do it. He shared looks with Miguel. He shook his head. Not yet. The second you walked out, holding ditas arm like it was the only thing keeping you up his stomach twisted. Rage ran down his back.

When he didnt see that bastard Diego and didnt see you, his mind raced and he was about to go down the hall to kill that fuck when Dita grabbed him.

"You can't. It has to be me." She didnt have to explain. He knew why. It killed him to turn around and walk away from the situation as his mind let dark thoughts in of what he was doing to you.

He kept looking at you, he could see you trying to be brave but under the table your leg was shaking and you were fidgeting with your hands.

"Come outside with me baby" he leaned over so only you could hear him.

You looked over at him standing with his hand out. You were thankful. Did he just call you baby? It sounded good coming out of his mouth.

You took his hand. It was calloused and strong. It calmed you down almost instantly as he led you outside. When people saw him coming they almost fell over themselves to move out of your way.

The cool air felt good on your flushed cheeks. He let go of your hand and led you to the balcony. You leaned on it, embracing the night air.

"Its really beautiful out here, all things considered." You chuckled.

He looked worringly at you, "Thank you Nestor." You grabbed his arm.

Fuck, his name sounded so good in your mouth.

"You're welcome." He watched as you leaned against the balcony. He wanted to touch you, tell you, youre beautiful but after what happened thats not what you needed and he knew it.

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You stayed like that for awhile, in each other's silence. The muffled sound of the mariachis relaxing you.

You felt your eyes getting heavy.

"Dont get tired now its not even 1am yet." You looked over, surprised he noticed.

"Maybe we can just stay out here all night then." You smiled at him.

Fuck he would do just about anything you asked. Crawl on glass in the snow, change your oil, anything as long as you kept smiling at him like that.

"But it's probably best to go inside right?" You sighed.

"I think so."

You grabbed his arm as you walked in, holding onto him and keeping your eyes on the table.

Time passed and you struggled to stay awake, you leaned on Nestor's shoulder without thinking, you froze. He moved over to make you more comfortable, moving his arm around you but not too much. You snuggled in. Damn he smelled good too. You closed your eyes, feeling people looking. Fuck em.

You were stirred up by Nestor rubbing your upper arm "hey, hey, time to go."

You stirred, never really falling asleep but not present for the end. Everyone was filing out slowly.

Nestor was looking over to Miguel and Diego. He shook Miguel's hand. He didn't look away as he put his coat over your shoulders and walked you all out.

You noticed Emily smirking at you, making eyes at Nestor's jacket around you.

You tried to open your mouth

"-Ah." She cut you off. "You don't need to tell me anything." She smiled.

You smiled back, happily getting in the warm car and doozing on and off on the way home, catching Nestor look at you in the rearview mirror made you blush.

You all made your way inside as you felt the emotional fatigue of the day in your legs.

Nestor was waiting by the front door. Not for you it seemed. Just taking a moment.

"Can i be out here with you for awhile?" You asked, ready for him to say anything.

"Yeah."

"Thanks for tonight, for taking care of me."

"I know you can take care of yourself (y/n). I just didn't want you to feel alone out there." He spoke softly, sitting next to you.

You stared at his face for the first time it seemed. He was beautiful. You dared to glance down at his lips.

He followed your eyes. He wouldn't move qn inch on you tonight. He didnt want to chance pushing you but fuck did he want you so bad.

You weren't used to initiating, you could see he wanted you but wouldnt move. You closed the distance, stopping just short to see if he'd react.

His head just barely titled up towards you, you took it and kissed him, you being the one to take control felt good. You wondered if he was usually like this.

He was gentle and sweet and you found yourself appreciating it tonight. You grabbed his face and you deepened the kiss.

You felt brave and stood up and sat down to straddle him. He grunted in the back of his throat as you grabbed his braid he moved his hands to hold your thigh and ass.

The kiss slowed down and he smiled into it. You laughed, dropping your head into his shoulder, touching your lips.

"Wow uh-" you got off him, laughing with him.

"Yeah" he laughed, grabbing your hand. "Let's go inside."

He dropped you off at your room which felt cute and a little ridiculous. It was fitting.

Words failed you and it seemed to him, as well.

"Goodnight." He said softly again.

"Good night Nestor." You replied closing your door, silently congratulating yourself for not dragging him into your room.

Whatever, give it a week. You smiled.

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Choices!Series Part Seven: Partners in Crime - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Johnny 'Coco' Cruz & Marcus Alvarez)

Tagging: @annetje @anime-weeb-4-life @danzer8705 @drabbles-mc @alwaysachorusgirl @witches-unruly-heart @mysoulisasunflower @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @est1887 @the-wandering-lunatic

Part One: First Date (NSFW) - Nester and you have an unusual first date.

Part Two: Familia - (Feat: Marcus Alvarez) - Marcus discovers your relationship.

Part Three: Fair Trade - Miguel makes a proposal.

Part Four: Slaughterhouse Rules - Nestor has to watch the show.

Part Five: Stay With Me - Nestor deals with the aftermath.

It’s warm as fuck and Coco’s smoking a cigarette on the porch of the clubhouse when Marcus appears alongside of him. It’s been a while since the two of them have crossed paths, not since Marcus left the club to ride with the cartel. Coco can’t say he gets it, but Marcus is his own man and Coco respects that. There’s always a place here if he wants it.

“Padrino.” He greets, taking a drag of his cigarette. He holds it for a second before exhaling.

“Coco.” Marcus nods as his elbows come to rest upon the white wooden railing. “Have you heard from her?”

Coco frowns, tilting his head towards Marcus as he taps the ash from the cigarette.

“Nah, not for a couple of months.” He tells the other man quietly. “Not since she was last in San Padre.”

They both know who he’s talking about.

The world knows you as El Cuchillo but to Coco you’re just the girl he shoots guns in the desert with. Someone he’s spent nights under the stars, sharing war stories and a spliff. The girl who’d got shot in the ass because she’d partnered up with a shitty sniper and ended up with a better one.

You’d worked with the club before, when they needed something more covert, someone less visible. It didn’t hurt that you were easy on the eye, men tended to let their guard down when they had the attention of a pretty girl. You had assets their members didn’t.

You took pride in your work and Coco could appreciate that. It’s why he enjoyed working with you, that and the 25% you paid him when you needed someone to watch your back. The deal was you kicked 10% to the club when you required his services. It was a discounted rate compared to what they charged others. Your father had been the Secretary of the club before he’d been taken out by a drunk.

He remembered the first time the two of you decided to partner up. You bent over a table in his girl Stitch’s clinic, glaring at him as she pulled a bullet out of your ass.

“You get what you pay for.” He’d smirked as he spun in the office chair. “You pay a shitty rate you get a shitty sniper, one that apparently shoots his own partner in the ass. Where the fuck did you find him? Craig’s List?”

“Well he’s on the shit list now, nobody will ever be using him again.” You tell him, hissing as Stitches pried the bullet out. “Fuck.”

“Sorry.” Stitches murmured, her voice low and soothing. “It’s embedded in the muscle so I’m gonna have to poke around. The upside though you get a badass scar, pun intended.”

“I hate you so much right now.” You huffed, your chin coming to rest upon your arms.

“You’re gonna hate me even more in five minutes.”

You groaned out loud as Coco rose to his feet before removing the spliff from his pocket and lighting it. The sweet, earthy scent flooded the makeshift clinic.

“Here.” Coco said, handing it over to you. “Something for the pain.”

You took the joint from his fingers before placing it between your lips and taking a toke and returning it to him.

“You know I need a new sniper.” You mentioned casually, wincing as Stitches sought out the bullet. “Or at least someone I can trust to have my back and not shoot me in the fucking ass.”

“You asking me for real?” He asked, blowing out a stream of smoke as he sat at the opposite side of the table.

“Trust me I would rather put up with your philosophical bullshit than go through this again.” You informed him. “No offense Stitches.”

You heard the clatter of metal on metal as the bullet hit the inside of the metal dish.

“None taken.” Stitches responded before picking up a bottle of medicinal grade alcohol. “You know what comes next right?”

“I hope you know I don’t mean any of the words that are going to be coming out of my mouth in the next two minutes.” You told her, taking the joint back from Coco and taking a long pull.

“Trust me, I hear a lot worse from these assholes.” Stitches told you before resuming her task.

There’s silence between the two of them while Coco tries to recount the last time he’d had any communication from you. It had been a while, he realises, usually he gets a text every few weeks when you’re away, telling him about some stupid shit that’s happened, or a picture of something weird. In the past three months he’s had nothing, it’s like you’ve dropped off the radar completely.

“She in trouble or something?” he asks Marcus, gesturing with his cigarette.

Marcus gives him a look before rubbing his hands together, a clear sign of agitation.

“I guess you haven’t seen the news this morning.”

Coco shakes his head.

“She hit Reno last night, killed Eddie, burned down his snuff studio.” Marcus informs him, crossing his arms over this chest.

Coco tilts his head back towards the sky, exhaling the word ‘Fuck’ because he knows what that means. Reno was a death sentence for you both and undertaking it again would have been a suicide mission. That was the real reason Marcus was here, he didn’t know if you were alive or dead, he’s lost contact the same way Coco had.

“Why?” Coco asked, his brain stumbling over the implications. “Why would she do that now? On her own?”

“Something happened with Galindo a little while ago.” Marcus confided as he stared out across the scrapyard. “I’m afraid it unbalanced her; she took off without a word and hasn’t been back since.”

“What kinda something?” Coco asks, because despite the work you do, you’re probably one of the most balanced people he knows. You own your shit, you don’t let it consume you, you don’t linger on the regrets. That’s some excellent compartmentalisation right there.

“The kinda something that brings back a lot of personal shit.” Marcus told him, his hands coming to rest on the wooden railing once more. His knuckles whitened as he gripped it tightly, the splintered wood digging into his fingertips.

“The Major?”

“His brother.”

Coco dropped the cigarette butt to the floor before crushing it underneath the heel of his boot. He pulled the remaining packet out of his pocket before offering one to Marcus. The other man took one, setting it between his lips before Coco provided the light.

“She kill him?”

“Nestor.” Marcus summarised as Coco withdrew his own smoke and tapped it against the cardboard carton in his hand.

“Fucking good on him.” He said before placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it.

“You know, don’t you?” Marcus said, his voice lowering an octave as he took a drag. “She told you.”

Coco blew a smoke ring out of his mouth, watching as it evaporated into the air.

“Knew she was sticking around for someone and it wasn’t anybody from the club, none of these assholes would be able to keep their mouth shut about something like that.” He shrugged, waving his cigarette in the direction of the club house. “She’d been doing a lot of work for the cartel and he’s the one without the biggest stick up his ass.”

“He’s in love with her.” Marcus told him, inhaling deeply and allowing the nicotine to fill up his lungs. “The thing with Galindo’s been tearing him up inside.”

“That doesn’t bode well for Galindo.” Coco remarked, thinking back to the last time he’s laid eyes on you. You’d looked healthier, happier. Your smile was brighter, and you laughed a lot more. He knew what it was to fall in love, he knew how it looked and he could see it inside of you when the two of you shot targets under the desert sun. “She was settled last time I saw her, at peace.” He said tapping he place where his heart resided.

It struck Coco hard to know that you may be suffering. He knew a thing or two about PTSD, about the intensity of it, the hypervigilance, the nightmares, the intrusive thoughts. He thought you’d want to get away from the place that had instilled those memories, take control once again and what better place to do that then Reno. Somewhere you were forbidden to return to, a place where you could prove to yourself that you still held some form of power, that you could still do the job.

“I’ll reach out.” Coco said finally, feeling a twist of anxiety in his chest. “See if I can’t find out where she’s at.”

He just hoped to Christ it wasn’t the morgue.

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New Years Resolution Pt 3

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader (From Part 1 and Part 2) From these August Prompts:  “Finishing a Bucket List"

A/N: I missed posting yesterday, so two fics in one day! Two angsty fics in one day! lol. I loved the fics I wrote for Nestor and this reader and when I saw this prompt I knew it'd be great for them based on their New Years resolution stuff and it actually turned really angsty so I'm SORRRYYYY lol.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Angsty as hell.

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“Nes, c’mon, we still have like 2 more things on the list and it’s getting dark!” You called out below as you climbed up the stairs of the lighthouse. 

Nestor’s face stared up at you, covered in sweat as he trekked up the stairs. 

“Doesn’t this count as ‘visiting the abandoned lighthouse’? Can’t we cross it off the list now?” His voice was breathy as he paused from walking, his hands rested on his knees and you could see the sweat glistening on his forehead. 

“No.” You answered him simply and kept moving up the stairs yourself. “We’re almost there, I promise it’ll be worth it.” 

Nestor didn’t say anything, just took one deep breath as he kept on walking up the steep steps. You had reached the top, staying at the top stair before adventuring out on the outdoor gallery area. 

Your arms leaned against the railing as you looked down at him. “Aren’t you in the navy?” You teased him, your head resting on your arms as you impatiently waited for him. 

His gaze looked up at you and shot you daggers which made you smile. “And you must be on crack.” He said at a tone almost impossible to hear through his breaths but you were able to hear him perfectly and just let out a chuckle. 

“I’m not on crack, I’m just excited to almost finish our summer bucket list. This is the last night of our summer and we’re finishing the list if we have to stay out all night.” You argued back to him. 

He had finally reached the last step, he was now standing in front of you, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath and relaxed. You stood up straight, taking a minute to put the list in your back pocket and then extend your arm out to him. You had on a long sleeve shirt, it was summer, and it was extremely hot inside this lighthouse, but outside the summer night breeze was strong. Pulling the sleeve down so it was covering your palm, you brought your arm up to his forehead and wiped the sweat from his face. “It’ll be cooler outside.” You leveled with him. 

His eyebrows raised and his head tilted insinuating he wanted to venture out there. You obliged, turning around and stepping onto the grated floor and making your way to the edge with the ocean view. With hands tight on the railing, you sat down, tossing your legs over the grate and placing your armpits over the railing. 

Nestor followed suit, sitting to your right. The sun had just set, the sky was still a dark shade of orangey pink but it was quickly fading away and being consumed by the night sky and fireflies. 

The two of you sat silently for a few minutes taking in the view. 

“I wish it wasn’t your last night.” You spoke up, still staring out at the ocean. 

“I’ll be back near Halloween.” Nestor spoke up trying to offer some contentment. 

“There’s a chance you won’t though.” Despite his efforts, you put up an argument. 

“We had the whole summer together.” 

“It’s never enough.” You spoke up, saying what you wanted to say since June 3rd when he arrived back home. It wasn’t. It was enough at first. When you barely had a week together and there was no time for these talks, you just crammed in dates, movies, dinners, family visits, and everything in between. But having the whole summer together gave you perspective. It would never be enough time. There was alway a limit on your time, on your love it felt like. 

“October I’ll be home for good.” Nestor spoke up, sharing news that he hadn’t yet shared with you before. 

Your head jerked to look at him, a smile was big on your face. Assumptions running wild through your brain. Did he decide to move to the reserves out of active duty? Did he retire? Did he quit? Did this mean that you two could finally take some type of normal next step in your relationship that had been put on pause for the last year due to his enlistment? But as you stared at him, your smile faded. He didn’t look happy, he didn’t look excited to tell you the news. 

“Nestor. What is it?” Your normal inquisitive tone wasn’t there, there was no concern for him, there was only worry, more for yourself than him. You felt the dread fill the air, you felt the tension grow. It got larger the more seconds passed and he said nothing. “Nestor, what the fuck is it?” You were more demanding now. 

“I took a job with Miguel.” 

There it was. The dread. 

“I’m sorry, you what?” 

“He needed security detail, with my experience in the navy it just made sense.” 

You sat there, staring at him as he looked out to the ocean. 

As your head shook, you closed your eyes, really tight, hoping that when you opened them up, this would all be a dream, a nightmare that you could erase from your memory. But as you opened your eyes you were met with the same thing. 

“I don’t, I don’t understand.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say, and that was the truth. You didn’t understand any of this. 

“He was there when my brother died and he needs someone now, so I wanna be that for him.” The way Nestor nodded was like he was trying to convince himself as well as you. 

“I was there when your brother died. What about what I need?” It was selfish, but you felt like it was the only play left to sway him back from the decision. 

“It’s different and you know that.” His voice was solid now, now like in the last 2 seconds of exchange between you, he had convinced himself. 

“Yea it’s fuckin’ different!” Your voice raised now. “He’s the reason your brother’s dead!” 

“That’s a wild accusation to just throw around.” Nestor was now getting defensive.

You let out a laugh but it was more like a scoff. Nestor and you had talked at length about his brother and Miguel. It might’ve been years ago but it was a conversation you definitely had. 

“I don’t even know who the fuck you are.” 

He turned to look at you at that statement. His face filled with different emotions, hurt, determination, and a bit of struggle too. 

“I was going to tell you when I was back, I didn’t want to shit on our last night together.” His voice was recognizable, it was the Nestor you knew and loved. Your best friend. But what he was saying hurt you even more. He was going to wait to tell you about this? How long had he been sitting on this information? And more importantly, what really did that mean for the two of you. This summer was everything to you. It was the first summer you spent together, as a couple, if you could even call it that. After his spontaneous visit in the winter, things just were. You never took the time to define your relationship, but that’s because you never had the time. This summer you did, and instead of wasting it on relationship conversations, you took every second, minute, hour to just be in the moment with him. You’d cherish those moments forever, because now, it was all crashing down. 

“You were gonna tell me when you were back because it would have been easier for you, not because you didn’t want to shit on our last night together. If that was true, we wouldn’t be doing this right now.” 

“We can figure out the details when I’m back, I thought you’d be happy I was finished with my tours.” His voice turned pointed again. 

“I’m not happy that you’ll be working for the Galindo Cartel.” Your voice was just as pointed. 

His eyes got wide at that. There were whispers around town, nothing concrete, but you were one who knew a little more than most due to the Oceteva’s close connection with the Galindos. You also had your own history with the young Galindo and that was something you most definitely weren’t willing to bend on, and Nestor should have known that. 

“Look, I get you’re processing, it’s a lot, but we can talk about it more when the time comes.” He was trying to smooth everything over and was doing a terrible job at it all. 

“No we won’t. This is it Nestor.” The words pained you to say outloud but you knew it was the best. You could see where this was headed for both of you, and if Nestor wasn’t going to save himself, you were going to save yourself. 

“What?” His voice was hoarse as he spoke, he was shocked. 

“This is it.” You repeated yourself. He went to argue with you but you spoke up. “Let’s just watch the fireworks.” 

The end of the summer fireworks that were a tradition on the coast were beginning, it was why you waited to cross this item off the bucket list until tonight, you were regretting that now. You started to wonder just how many more things you were going to regret from this summer knowing what you knew now, but you quickly shook the thoughts from your head and grabbed Nestor’s hand and looked out along the horizon where the fireworks began. 

It took a lot for you to do that, the anger in you was bubbling up, the betrayal, the lies, but you knew this was going to be the last memory with Nestor as whatever he was to you and all of the years you spent together as best friends, it deserved to end on a note like this. 

As the fireworks went off, the weight of the list in your backpocket got heavier and heavier. Specifically the item you had saved for last, for tomorrow. 

Say goodbye. 

You had a completely different plan for it, breakfast, a few surprises to pack in his suitcase for him, but now that was looking completely different. It was looking like it was happening now. At least you’d be able to cross the last number off your list, an odd sense of closure to your relationship with him. It wouldn’t ever be enough, though. Years and years of friendship ending over a 5 minute conversation on an abandoned lighthouse, no amount of closure could be enough for this. But it had to be. You knew it had to be. 

[drabbles-mc]

Me, looking at scenes that I've had written for Protective Detail for months knowing they aren't going to work with the new direction I'm taking the fic:

Lowkey wanna publish them as one shots or like AU pieces or something idk

[gillysoldlady]

Sleep deprived

Nestor Oceteva and Reader

18+ pretty smutty but also my man gets some love

422 word one shot and blame it on alcohol and Gino fucking Vento for being that sexy braided bad ass.

You had seen it in his posture when he came through the door that night. He greeted his aging pitbull with a rub under the chin and then placed a tired kiss on your lips. “ Bad day?” He exhaled. “ Hmm.” Then you watched him walk down the hall in the direction of your bedroom and some noises in there and then water turning on in the bathroom. You saw him standing inside the open shower and taking his braids out slowly. You stripped off your clothes quietly leaving them in a pile with his and then stepped into the shower behind him wrapping your arms around his waist and just holding his little tummy. You could smell coconut and something lemon so you knew he was washing his hair tonight. You took your hands off of him and began to gently scrub his back with your lavender scented body scrub moving carefully over his newest tattoo which was the word mi vida and your initials underneath it.

You felt his muscles begin to relax under your touch and he exhaled.

“ Damn querida you always know when I need your touch most.”

“ I love you Nestor.”

“ I love you too, how the hell did I get so lucky?”

“ You work with my uncle and my aunt likes to play matchmaker.”

He laughed a little.

“ I just hope Alvarez never finds out what we do in the bedroom or the man will put a cap in my ass.”

“ Not if I have anything to say about it , I know how to handle a gun too.”

Nestor pushed her gently against the shower wall

.” Oh yeah, let’s see how you handle mine then.”

He moved one of your thighs a little and slid home .

Then he began to take you under the hot water.

You moved with him and heavy breathing and some moans could be heard.

After a little while he pulled out with a popping sound.

“ That was so fucking amazing.”

Nestor yawned a little. “ It was and now I am going to sleep like a baby once we get dried off and in bed.”

You playfully smacked his ass then.

“ So will i now that you’re home in one piece and a fine one it is too.”

You both got dressed for bed and dried off and then curled up together with Nestor holding you in that certain spot as you drifted off into solid slumber .

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↳ NESTOR’S S/O NOT BEING IN THE “BUSINESS” | MASTERLIST

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A/N: Written for a close friend of mine. Ilysm. & it’s under a cut because it’s pretty long.

Honestly, Nestor would initially be very apprehensive dating someone who isn’t really in the same industry as he is

Which would be none other than an internationally-respected, highly-organized crime syndicate aka the Galindo cartel industry, of course

He would be very hesitant to get too deeply involved or form any sort of emotional connection at first

He hasn’t had much time nor any real interest in the dating scene, but if he had to guess, most girls wouldn't really like being told they're having dinner with the head of security for a cartel leader

So he would probably just say he was a military man at first and leave it at that

He feels bad lying to you, but... Technically, it isn’t really a lie, because he was in the Navy for some time, so...

He would look at it as being the good ol’ “what you don’t know yet can’t hurt you” type of things

Nestor would be slow to let you in, and it would take a little bit of time for him to open up about stuff in his life, especially his work

But once things got very serious, like once you’ve moved in with him and you’ve been going steady for a while, he’d slowly start to let up on it until it’s out in the open

And he’s in total shock and utter disbelief when you tell him that you don't care what he does, because you love him no matter what and nothing could ever change that

That’s when he very first realizes what an absolute keeper and how big of a blessing you really are to him 

Either way, he would definitely try to keep you away from that side of him as much as he could

But that’s not because he thinks you're too weak and can’t handle it or that he doesn’t trust you or anything like that, really, it’s nothing bad

Nestor just doesn’t want you to see that side of him or get involved with that part of his life for fear of people using you as a way to get to him (& by extension, Miguel), or put you in harm’s way

He knows it’s selfish, but he just can’t risk losing you once he’s finally found you (and he’s convinced that it’s just his luck that he would)

If you’re particularly persistent, though, he would slowly let you know more and more until you deem it a satisfying amount

It takes him a little while to adjust to having such a normal, civilian life, but he loves it so freaking much

And, to be fair, it’s weird for you too and definitely takes a little adjusting

Opening the kitchen drawer to look for remote batteries and finding a pistol or seeing the giant knife and baseball bat by his side of the bed (which is closest to the door, of course) wasn’t exactly something you were used to, but it’s fine

He’s a completely different person when he’s at home with you

Much more relaxed than he usually is, less stressed and anxious, more open and calmer, a tiny bit goofy and very sweet, maybe even a little soft

When he’s with you, he can just push his work to the side and just be himself and in his element, and he loves it

You’d give him a nickname, something cute and simple, like Ness, and it only makes him fall for you even more because no one’s ever given him an actual nickname before

He loves having that simple luxury of just laying on the couch with you and being lazy, letting Netflix play in the background as the two of you talk about your day and lazily make out before getting up and cooking dinner together

His favorite is when you let him do the cooking and you just sit on the kitchen counter and talk shit while sipping on a glass of wine (or something harder, he doesn’t judge, and he’s actually probably drinking the same thing)

He also loves when you put your glass down and come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, laying your head against his shoulder, stealing little kisses while you watch him

It might be surprising, but he loves to cook, actually, it helps him relax and makes him feel much more productive at home

Nestor loves touching you, just having you close to him, whether it’s curling up together in bed at night or just having his hand on your thigh when you’re in the car, or his head against your chest while you read to him

Puts him to sleep almost instantly, and he kinda hates it, but he also loves it

He loves casually calling you his Mrs. Oceteva, and you like hearing him call you that, but either of you really know if the other is serious or not, but that’s okay

After about a year of dating, he’d make the decision to introduce you to Miguel, and then to Emily

Miguel had heard him on the phone with you and seen the cute little texts pop up on his phone before, but left it alone and didn't push to find out who you were

You’d have a very simple contact name that wouldn't give much away, but still, he knew that a female name in his phone was probably something more than platonic 

He figured that Nestor would tell him in his own time, and he was correct, so it wasn’t some huge shock or anything when he admitted that he’s had a partner this whole time and now he wants them to meet you

He would be very nervous about that, too, because that’s bringing you a step closer into the darkness, but ultimately Miguel is his best friend and virtually a brother to him, so he’s not too worried

He just doesn't want you to be linked back to the cartel in any way, for your own personal safety

After a couple casual dinners and stuff together, he’s (pleasantly) surprised to realize that you’ve all taken a liking to each other

And Emily likes you, even if it takes some time for you to warm up to her, and Miguel thinks you're very kind and a good person for Nestor to have in his life

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Family And Business

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"Y/N"!!! Hearing your father's anger made you tremble, you sat up in bed and got ready for the tongue lashing.

"Yes"?

"What the fuck is this"? Bishop threw the white stick on your bed beside you. You picked it up and saw it read positive. Sighing, you thought you threw it away good for him not to find it but you must have underestimated him. You never had privacy in the house at all.

"Where did you find this? It's private".

"So you're knocked up"?

Rolling your eyes at such stupidity coming from a man that had you at a young age and you're just twenty-three.

"I'm pregnant, yes".

"Who the fuck is it? I'm gonna kill him". Bishop was steaming mad, his face red and his hands balled into a fist.

"It's none of your business".

"It is my business. You are my daughter and you live in my house". You got off the bed and went to your closet grabbing your duffle bad and throwing some clothes into it. Bishops hands went to his hips.

"Where are you going"?

"I'm leaving. I'm not staying in your house anymore. He's asked me hundreds of times to move in with him but I always say no because I have to be here for you but I'm done. You can either except this without knowing who he is or you'll never see us again. It's up to you". You zipped up your bag and threw the strap over your shoulder, pushing past Bishop and heading to your car. The only thing he didn't own and driving to your boyfriends and father of your unborn child's house.

"Who does he think his is? He doesn't own you". Nestor paced the floor after you told him that you left and what your father said.

"Just forget it. It's over and done with, we're here with you and that's all that matters". You smiled taking his hand in yours pulling him to the couch.

"I'm so happy that you're moving in with me. I have the spare bedroom cleaned out for the baby and I cleaned out a whole dresser for you". He held your hand as the other laid on your stomach, rubbing his thumb.

"I couldn't really get anything, I just packed a bag and got out of there".

"I'll get your stuff for you when he's not around, I'll get someone to sit on his house so we'll get a clear and go in. You still got your key right"?

"Yeah, but he'll probably have the locks changed".

"Doesn't matter, I'll get your stuff or we'll get new". You slightly smiled and laid your head on his shoulder. You really didn't want new things, there was stuff that couldn't be replaced, pictures and drawings that you did over the years. A stuffed animal that your grandfather gave you before he had passed away. So many memories that you wanted to keep happy.

After a couple days you let Bishop cool off and headed back to the house without Nestor knowing. Hoping you could talk some sense into him and be part of your child's life and yours. You still needed him.

Luckily he didn't change the locks and you snuck in. He wasn't there so this was your chance to get what was important and get out.

The first thing you grabbed was your stuffed animal, then your pictures and drawings. Last your clothes. Nestor had gotten boxes for you so you loaded everything in them and started to takt them out. You were half way done when you saw Nestors SUV pull in.

"Hey, you shouldn't be here. It'll cause to much trouble if he does come home". You told him as you stood in the drive way.

"You don't need to be lifting these heavy boxes, so let me help". Nestor walked into the house and you took a long deep breath.

Nestor was good use he lifted the box that had all your books and CDs in it and loaded in his car.

The room was unrecognizable with your stuff gone. It looked as if you never excised and that made you sad cause that was your childhood home and the last place you saw your mom so it was heart breaking leaving but you wiped your tears and went on with your packing until you heard the revs of your father's bike coming down the road. That was a good warning when you were younger, it meant you had five minutes to get the boy you were kissing out before he got his ass kicked by your father.

"Nestor"? You ran out of the house stopping at the front door. Bishop and Nestor both had their guns pulled and pointed at each other.

"Y/N, get back in the house". Bishop yelled at you but instead you walked between them now both guns pointed at you.

"Dad, please lower your gun. Nestor you too".

"You know him? Oh god, he's the father. How"? Your father lowered his gun and Nestor did the same.

"We met at a party that I went to with a friend. We have been dating for a year or so". You looked down at your feet, not daring to look at the hurt, rage and sadness on your father's face.

"And you just had to get knocked up by him"?

"This is why I didn't tell you cause I knew you would act this way. You can never let anyone else be happy, everyone has to be as miserable as you. It's not my fault that she left me here, leaving you with the responsibility of raising me. I'm sorry that I ruined your life. But now you're free and can do whatever you want. I have someone that loves me and that will take care of me and our baby". Tears started to creep up in the corner of your eyes, your face red and the little vein in your neck started to poke out and your anger rised.

"You didn't ruin my life. You made it better, I just don't want this life for you. You deserve so much better than any of us. That's why when I found out that you were pregnant I got mad all my hopes and dreams for you disappeared. All I can see now is you getting left all alone at home while Nestor is off doing God knows what because he's one of those guys. I know, cause he's like me. Do you know why I kept the boys away from you? Cause I knew you would fall for one of them and get stuck in this life".

"Ew, they're like my brothers. Thats why I didn't fall for their tricks. I'm not dumb I know what I was getting myself into when I started dating Nestor. I know what he does and I know that you two are not the most sociable people when together but I hope and pray that it'll change for me and the babys sake. Cause I need both of you in my life". You sniffled.

Bishop looked at Nestor while Nestor looked at you and then to him giving a nod. Bishop nodded and wrapped his arms around you hugging you tightly.

"I'm gonna be here for you and my grandchild. I'm not thrilled that it's Nestors but that's my own problem and I have to work on that".

"Thank you dad".

"I promise to protect them with my life. Nothing will happen to them".

"I'll believe it when I see it cause I've been in this business longer than you and I know how families are affected by our decisions when it comes to business".

"I understand. I'm going to make you trust me and prove myself to you. You don't have to worry". Nestor placed his hand on Bishop's shoulder, Bishop gave Nestor a nasty look.

"You may be with my daughter but that doesnt give you the right to touch me, now remove your hand before you lose it". Bishop warned then a grin formed on his face with a chuckle. Nestor was sweating bullets. A small laugh came from you as you let go of your dad and wrapped your arms around Nestors waist giving him love.

Nestors and Bishops relationship went from enemies to father and son n law/ enemies. You and Nestor married a few months after you moved out, Bishop knew now that this was real and going to be forever so he had to be nice if he wanted the two of you in his life, he tolerated Nestor. But family was family and business was business, they never mixed until now.