#nestor oceteva x reader

[imagineredwood]

Oooo can you do an hc of Nestor or angel pulling up to a kickback youre at ready to fuck somebody up Bc you mentioned some guys that made you uncomfortable or something over the phone

**This ask was at the bottom of my inbox and it's literally years old. I know I say that as a joke but I mean like literally from 2021 so I'm endlessly sorry that I'm only getting to it now. I promise I'm trying to be more active on here**

He's not having it. At all. He'd show up with just like 2-3 other guys, and try not to make a big deal out of it. He'd tell you to stay where you are and that he'll come in and get you. You'd probably try to explain where in the house you're at but it wouldn't matter because it probably only takes a look and people will tell him exactly where you're at, worried because they don't know exactly who he is or why he's there. He's furious but in that chill, quiet type of anger that probably tricks the guys bothering you into thinking that he isn't much of a threat. But the brass knuckles that clip each of their jaws prove otherwise.

Angel on the other hand wants a show. He'll pull up with EZ, Coco, and Gilly, loud as hell drawing all of the attention. He doesn't care. He'd swagger over to where ever you were and the men harassing you would know exactly who he was and why they were fucked. I'd think he'd make a show of kissing you and getting EZ to take you out back to the bike before he starts swinging.

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Mayans MC taglist 

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[crow-writer]

Cozy autumn evenings with Nestor…

- Those evenings wouldn’t be too long, since Nestor usually got home late from work or the club

- Especially during stressful times you‘d make an effort to keep your home cozy and welcoming for him

- There would be blankets on the couch and some candles burning in the living room when he got home

- He‘d smile slightly and kiss your forehead before going to the bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes

- When he‘d come back, he could smell fresh coffee. The two of you liked to have a cup also in the evening, it didn’t keep you from falling asleep anyways

- He‘d flop down on the couch and smile at you as you put the cups down on the table before pulling you down on the sofa by your waist

- You‘d chuckle and snuggle against him as he‘d bury his face in your neck to kiss you more

- Nestor wouldn’t really be too talkative, especially after a long day, but he would pull you close and his hands would roam over your back or arms and stroke your hair all evening

- Since it would usually be rather late, both of you had probably eaten already. Nestor does like snacking though, so you would sometimes prepare autumn trail mixes with pecans, marshmallows, little chocolates and other nuts, that he would practically inhale

- Nestor enjoys scary movies (not splattery ones though), but is willing to adjust a bit depending on your taste. He would love watching ghost movies with you though and laugh at you every time you‘d fall for a jump scare

- At some point both you would yawn every few minutes, which is usually when you‘d try and get him to go to bed

- „Come on, I‘m tired too“, you‘d hum in his ear, to which he would slowly shake his head and grin at you. „Just a few more minutes, mi amor? I don’t want the evening to be over yet“

- Eventually Nestor could be persuaded with some kisses to follow you to your bedroom

- You would help him open his braids and gently comb through his hair with your fingers before falling asleep together

[bullet-prooflove]

TheWolf! Part Three: Bugs - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

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The Wolf! Series:

Part One: An Act of War - A dead body in a burnt out car sets Nestor on the war path.

Part Two: Real - Nestor drowns his sorrows.

You leave Nestor sleeping. He’s stretched out on his stomach, his face pressed into your pillow. His hair tied back with clear bobble leaving a plume of those gorgeous unruly curls erupting from his head. He doesn’t stir when you slip from the sheets, and you don’t expect him to. The emotional upheaval of yesterday and then the drinking…

He wouldn’t be up for a couple more hours at least.

He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you when you’d come through the door, and you didn’t blame him. When he’d told you about the call, about the body in the burnt car you’d known that it was personal. This was some kind of Psych Ops level bullshit, designed to fuck with his head before someone stabbed him in the back.

He’d clung to you last night, his face buried in your hair, his arm draped over you, drawing you into the contours of his body. You’d linked you fingers with his, when he pressed his palm to the place where your heart resided in your chest, so he could feel the thrum of it underneath his fingertips. You had laid in the illumination of the nightlight, running an inventory of assholes who would dare pull this kind of shit on the man that you loved.

You spend the morning running the angles. Whoever had set up this little scheme must have known you would be unreachable. You’d only received the call from Marcus regarding your detour into the tunnels after Nestor had left, no one else could have known…

Your gaze lowers to your cell phone.

You reach into the cupboard and withdraw the roll of aluminium foil before setting it down on the kitchen table. You smooth out the surface before placing your phone in the centre and proceeding to wrap it in the foil until every inch of it is covered. You retrieve Nestor’s phone from the nightstand before doing the same with his. You take both of the devices and put them inside the microwave, shutting the door firmly, creating a makeshift Faraday cage. It’s an extra precaution but you’d rather than be safe than sorry. You remove one of the burners you keep hidden in the air vent in the corner of the kitchen before activating it and dialling one of the only numbers you know by heart.

“Hey it’s me.” You tell Coco. “I think I have a bug problem.”

***

You thought you knew most of the members of the MC, many of them dated back to your father’s time. People like Hank and Bishop had featured throughout your teens and early twenties, they’d attended the funeral when your father had been swiped by a drunk driver. Your memory of that time is patchy, you think they checked in with you a few times before you found that list of names and took off.

The prospect that’s standing in front of you with a gym bag full of electronic equipment is one that you’ve never laid eyes on before, his glasses are thick but the smile he gives you is so genuine you find it hard to believe that he’s part of the MC.

“Bottles.” He introduces himself, shaking your hand vigorously. You look to Coco for an explanation as you hold open the door and he shrugs his shoulders.

“He’s good with tech shit.”

Bottles stands in the hall, taking in his surroundings. It’s not a big place, there’s only the two of you but it’s big enough for Santi and Tessa to run around when they come over. Both you and Nestor have furnished it with snatches of colour, your personalities splashed across your home. Your furniture is a mix of pieces that Nestor has always owned and new items you’ve purchased together.

“It’s nice right?” Coco murmurs as he steps up next to the prospect who’s already undoing the laces on his shoes.

“I didn’t expect so much colour.” He says gesturing to the picture multi-coloured handprints you made with the kids hanging above the mantlepiece. “He wears so much black.”

It takes everything in you not to pull open the wardrobe and show him the array of patterned shirts that Nestor owns.

“He’s sleeping at the minute so if we could do this quietly…” The door to the bedroom opens revealing Nestor in all of his glory. He’s wearing his Biggie shirt, the one with the crown, black boxers, his hair is falling loose around his shoulders like a mane. He pauses when he sees the three of you crowded inside the kitchen.

“Mi Corizon?” He questions, pulling his hair back away from his face and securing it in place with the bobble on his wrist. Your head tilts to the other two, Bottles can’t seem to look away. You know the feeling, the disparity between the way Nestor portrays himself to the MC and the way he does to you is huge. The man you’ve seen in the clubhouse and the man he is at home are two very different people.

You press your finger to your lips before you open the microwave and reveal your two phones wrapped in foil in the microwave. You see the moment he gets it, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown as Bottles removes his laptop and some other devices including an actual Faraday Box. Coco picks one up and switches it on while Bottles takes the other and heads into the living room.

Nestor turns on the kettle before leaning against the work surface, his arms crossed over his chest. You take up residence along side of him spooning the coffee into the large cafetiere before you place your palms on the work surface. He presses his lips to the side of your head, and you lean in close, taking solace in his presence.

The home you’ve built together is a safe space, the thought of someone violating that… It makes your chest tight.

“You’re clean.” Coco proclaims when the two of them step back into the kitchen.

The sense of relief is palpable, you feel it rush through your system as Nestor’s palm smooths over your back.

“It looks like it’s just your phone.” Bottles says as he sits down at your kitchen table and opens up his laptop, plugging your phone into it via the USB cable he keeps to hand.

“This is bad Mami.” Coco says, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks at you.

Nestor’s palm comes to rest on the nape of your neck, his thumb massaging that tense little spot behind your ear. Your man, he knows what he’d doing. You find the sensation soothing; it helps to ground you.

“Do you have any idea who this could be?” He asks you.

“The only one who’d even had the resources was Christopher Howard.” You remind him softly. “But we killed him.”

Nestor’s mouth sets in a grim line at the mention of that name, it leaves a sour taste on his tongue. He has no regrets about pulling the trigger, he only wishes he could have drawn Howard’s death out a little longer, he wishes he’d made it last.

“It looks like the malware was received through a file entitled Aybak.” Bottles says as he taps at his keyboard. Your entire body tenses.

Nestor clears his throat.

“Mi Corizon?”

You pinch the bridge of your nose feeling the pressure starting to build up behind your eyes. You don’t want to think about this right now. You don’t want to open up this box because the truth is you don’t have all the pieces of the puzzle. You have fragments, of memories, of information, nothing seems to fit together, you can’t make sense of any of it.

“It’s a town in Afghanistan.” Coco tells Nestor, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck. “It’s where…”

He trails off, his gaze straying to Bottles because the prospect doesn’t know what happened to you. Thankfully the other man doesn’t notice, he’s too enthralled by what he’s reading on the screen. Nestor understands immediately, Coco can see it in his eyes. He tilts his face towards you, his eyebrows furrowing.

You shake your head because this is something the two of you need to discuss in private. You don’t keep secrets from Nestor but this thing, it’s too complicated, too messed up to explain.

The chime of your cell phone cuts through the air and Bottles frowns before he disconnects it from his laptop and hands it to you.

“You have someone in your phone called The Wolf?”

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[cregansgf]

No Matter What {N.O}

Warnings: none just fluff

gf reader x bf nestor

“Please don’t be mad at me.” Nestor pleaded through the door

“I could never be mad at you, just come out.” Y/n assured

Nestor let out a sigh before opening the bathroom door and stepping out.

Y/ns eyes widened for a moment seeing the cut he was now wearing.

He saw her expression and immediately spoke up “This is so much better than the security—“

He was cut off by Y/n cupping his face and placing a quick kiss to his lips.

She smiled before pulling away “I’m with you, no matter what.”

[obsessedasusual]

Specific Skill Set - Nestor Oceteva

Pairing: Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Summary: Nestor tells you about his new employment opportunity.

Warnings: swearing

Note: Hehe… hi👀 Just popping in for my usual ‘dump and disappear again’ trick. Rewatched SOA recently and it… rehashed a lot of feelings😅 So enjoy some Nestor🥰

“You think it’s a bad idea.” Nestor stated from his spot at the dining table.

You braced yourself against the kitchen bench, taking a break from stacking the dirty dishes to gather your thoughts.

Yes. You did think it was a bad idea. You truthfully thought it was downright stupid.

Nestor sat staring at you, waiting for you to react. Reacting was your strong point. Your face unfortunately lacked the ability to mask your emotions. Sad? People knew. Surprised? People knew. In disbelief over someone’s stupidity? People knew.

So now, as you took in and processed what your partner had just brought up with you, he sat with his eyes locked on your face. Waiting for the tell-tale flick of emotion.

“Nestor,” you turned to face him, “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

He had already showered, eager to get out of his uniform and into ‘normal clothes’ as he put it.

When he’d got home that night you could tell straight away something was plaguing him. You’d finally got him to divulge all over dinner.

You crossed your arms over your chest before continuing, “You didn’t even like Marcus most of the time, remember?”

His eyes flicked to the ground before lifting back to you, “That’s history, we’re good now.”

When Nestor had told you he’d had a visit from Marcus Alvarez while at work today, you didn’t really know what to think. Then he continued and said Marcus had offered to bring him over to the Mayans, you’d abruptly stood and started clearing dinner.

“Nes, you were good with Miguel too… that - that hasn’t worked out so good.”

“That’s completely different.” He sighed.

“How?! You and Miguel were family, Nestor. And it all went to shit. You and Marcus hardly know each other-“

“This would be a better fit for me.” Nestor interrupted you, desperate for you to see his logic, “This is more my skill set, you can’t argue that.”

“This wouldn’t even be a job, Nestor. What you had with Miguel? It was horrible. I hated it. But it was a job. What you have now? Listen, I know you don’t like it… but for now it helps pay the bills. It’s only temporary.”

“I’m a fucking mall cop.”

You knew how hard it was for Nestor to go from his position of respect to a mall security guard, but when everything had blown up it was exactly what you needed - security. And truth be told, you had come to appreciate that these days you knew your partner was coming home on time and in one piece.

The knots in your stomach when he wouldn’t answer your call had finally disappeared. You ate normal couple meals at a normal time. But you knew Nestor wasn’t happy.

“Why don’t you look further into that security business idea? I think that could be the better route.” You tried to reason.

He sighed your name, “This is a better fit for me, you know that.”

“I don’t even know what the Mayans do, Nestor! Do you?! I know they ride around on motorbikes, you don’t own a bike! And you’d be starting as a prospect, how do you even make money?” You walked back to him at the table and took his hand, “I know you’re not happy where you are. I want you to be happy, Nestor. But… I don’t want to go back to not knowing if you were coming home again.”

You thought back to all the times Nestor had come home injured, or come home a day or two later than promised. The panic and dread that filled your entire being was something you never wanted to experience again.

Nestor gripped your hand and tugged you to stand between his knees, looking up at you, “I know - I know it was hard for you, me working with Miguel. But this is what I’m good at. I don’t have anything else.” You started to disagree but he jumped in again, “This wouldn’t be like before. I wouldn’t be splitting my time between here and Mexico. I’d be here. I’d be close.”

You sighed and lifted one hand to cup his face gently, brushing your thumb back and forth allowing this moment of peace between you.

You knew Nestor needed this.

But you also knew that you couldn’t sit by in a constant state of anxiety like before.

He could make all the promises in the world but you both knew it didn’t change the fact that he was diving straight back into the war zone.

Nestor may have forgotten about your little talk back when everything hit the fan with Miguel, the promises he’d made when you’d set new boundaries.

No more danger.

You couldn’t control whether he’d go with the Mayans. But you could control your response if he did. You knew, and he’d soon learn, that you would have no choice but to leave if he chose this path.

What’s the value in having boundaries if you didn’t?

[drabbles-mc]

Not My Idea

Nestor Oceteva & GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March.

Prompt: nature walk

Word Count: 300

A/N: The second I got Nestor for this prompt I knew exactly what I had to do 😂

In the whole time you’d known and worked alongside Nestor, there had been very few times when he didn’t look annoyed, or exhausted, or something adjacent to those emotions. However as the two of you trudged across a seemingly endless path of dirt and sand, he looked more pissed off than usual.

You weren’t exactly enjoying yourself, per se, but Nestor’s annoyance seemed to make yours lessen in a childish way.

“Who’s idea was it to stash this all the way out here?”

“Not fuckin’ mine,” he grumbled.

You chuckled, kicking small stones out of the way as the two of you continued to make your way. “Yeah, you don’t seem like a nature walk kind of guy.”

“This isn’t a—never mind,” he stopped himself short, knowing that you were just trying to get under his skin. Problem was that you had a good track record of being successful at it.

“I would’ve worn better shoes if I knew we were going on a hike,” you joked. You paused as you looked at what he was wearing. “You did know and still didn’t wear better shoes so I guess I’ve got—”

“Are you done?” he cut you off.

You laughed. “I’ll be done when we get where we’re going.” You took a couple steps and landed yourself right beside him, doing your best to make your stride match his. “So I’d put some pep in your step if you wanna get this over with quicker.”

He shook his head, not turning to look at you knowing you’d just start carrying on more. “I’d move faster if I had better shoes on.”

You laughed, nudging his elbow with yours. “Was that a joke? You know how to make those? You’re familiar with humor as an artform?”

“Just keep walking.”

[adarafaelbarba]

Why we keep coming back for more

"Because deep down, princess, you love it," Nestor said with a low huff, clasping your hands in his. He was absolutely right though, and if that didn't infuriate you.

"Hey, look at me, I'm happy you're here okay. I needed a friendly face to look at after a day like today." He confessed, and the way he was looking at you had your heart absolutely melting. Showing you just one of the reasons why you kept coming back to him, regardless of how dangerous being with him could be. "Just promise me, you'll try your best to come back to me each night, and to always tell me if something comes up. I don't want to know exactly what it is you're doing, in case people come to question me. I just need to know you're safe." He dropped your hands and grabbed your face instead, "I'll always try my best when it comes to you." All worry about the world around you fading as soon as his soft lips were on yours.

Tagging:

@crazy4chickennuggets @bullet-prooflove @beccabarba

[thegirlwhowritesfics]

Chapter Thirty is now live! we are so close to the end I can taste it!

AO3 Wattpad

[ficnation]

The Heart Wants What It Wants

Main Masterlist

Mayans MC Masterlist

Summary: This set of short stories explores individual Mayans' love journeys, following the characters as they discover, pursue, and grow their relationship with you.

!moodboards made by me!

Chapter 1: A Delightful Encounter

Chapter 2: A Sweet Connection

Chapter 1: Untitled

Chapter 2: Untitled

Chapter 1: Untitled

[band--psycho]

New Character Update

So there's a few characters that I've been meaning to write for, I have a few ideas of my own but I would love to get some requests for them!!

The new character are:

LT. Simon 'Ghost' Riley - Modern Warfare

CPT. John Price - Modern Warfare

Alucard (Adrian Tepes)- Castlevania

Treveor Belmont - Castlevania

Gilber 'Gilly' Lopez - Mayans M.C

Hank Loza - Mayans M.C

Angel Reyes- Mayans M.C

Nestor Oceteva - Mayans M.C

As I said before I would love to get some requests for any of the characters above (the requests can be fluffly, angsty, smutty, or a mixture of all of them if you wish).

I will be continuing to post the stories for my 3.6k drabble challenge in the mean time so stay tuned for those as well!

Thank you all for your continued support! 💛

[garbinge]

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.

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie Part 2

“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. 

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What would Nestor do to help with their partner de-stressing from exams??

He loves to take you for weekend getaways

Takes you to whichever landscape you enjoy the most

You wanna swim on a crystal clear beach, you got it

You wanna hike in a beautiful lush forest, he's got the bags packed

You wanna be lazy and read books by the fire in a cabin, he's got the marshmallows ready

He will indulge in whatever will help you relax and soothe your overactive mind

He may also threaten or bribe your professors into passing you regardless

He buys you cute stationery that makes it fun and easy to study when you do

Pays for you to go and get massages every week

Makes sure that you drink lots of water and eat balanced foods so that you're at your best performance

His mouth also does a good job at destressing you

Double dates with you both and Miguel and Emily at fancy restaurants

Anything to get your mind off the worry and stress

And he's always there with plenty of praise for you

Telling you how smart you are

And how proud of you his is

How impressed he always is with your knowledge and dedication

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Galindo!Series Part Two: Revelations - Nestor Oceteva x Reader

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Galindo!Series

Part One: Weakness - Miguel returns to Nestor’s life.

It’s three in the morning when Miguel wakes up and finds you sitting in the chair across from his bed, your legs crossed and a gun in your hand. He notes the silencer, and he realises that this isn’t just an intimidation tactic, that his life his actually in danger.

There’s always been an unspoken truce between the two of you, your mutual love for Nestor was the only thing that kept the both of you from killing each other. However, things have changed. Nestor made a choice, and that choice was you. Miguel can’t forgive that.

“Rosa.” He greets you, shifting until his back comes to rest against the headboard. “My son is in the next room…”

“No.” You sigh. “He’s not, we both know Emily isn’t either.”

You see the flicker of comprehension in his eyes.

“It was you that helped her.” He says quietly. “Not Nestor.”

“Nestor was loyal to you for a very long time.” You tell him, tapping the silencer against your knee. “She didn’t trust him.”

“But she trusted you.” Miguel summarises as the pieces begin to fall in the place.

“Not at first. The last time we met, I was on your payroll.” You remind him. “It took Carmen a while to convince her that I couldn’t be bought but when she heard about what you did to me…”

The worst part is that it takes him a second to understand what you’re talking about because to him, handing you over to your rapist’s brother was nothing but business but to you…

It completely derailed your whole life, the PTSD, the nightmares, the fact you almost bled out in a shitty motel room outside of Reno, none of that matters to this man. You are just one person whose life he almost destroyed. There’s hundreds out there.

“You know, she told me some pretty interesting things about you.” You say, leaning back into the chair. “How controlling you became after you fired Nestor, how your brutality escalated. You got a little unhinged, a little sloppy…”

His jaw tenses, his gaze shifting the top drawer of the dresser. You sigh before holding up the gun you’ve tucked into down the side of the chair, you’re sitting in.

“I got that one.” You tell him before setting it down again. “The mess you made was why the FBI came down on you so hard, why you had to disappear off to Mexico and all that chaos… It was the perfect time for Emily and Cristobel to vanish.”

It’s in that moment that Miguel understands the full extent of what you’ve done, how you reached into his life and pulled it apart, piece by piece.

“It was you.” He realises, his voice tinged in disbelief. “You got the FBI involved?”

“It was going to happen sooner or later.” You inform him, with a knowing look. “We just needed it to happen sooner.”

“You took my business, my son, my wife…” He snaps, his fingers raking through his hair as he struggles to process the information because in Miguel’s world you’ve only ever been a tool to use, a weakness to exploit. Never in his wildest dreams did he envision you would take a stand against him; he thought that the threat of losing Nestor would be too much.

“No Miguel, you did that to yourself when you beat Emily’s sister to death in front of her.” You remind him and the look he gives you, it’s murderous. “When I dropped them a call about the location of her body, your DNA was all over it. You are fucking terrible at cleaning up your own messes. You always have been.”

“Does Nestor know?” He asks, the words come out like a hiss through his teeth. “Does he know what you’ve done to me?”

“I don’t keep secrets from Nestor.” You tell him, pointing the gun at him. Your finger tightens on the trigger. “I knew it was a matter of time before you come back for us. You could never let Nestor be happy, not when he chose me over you.”

“If you do this, he’ll never forgive you.” Miguel tells you, his eyes fixated on the barrel of the gun. “You’ll be the woman who killed the only person who’s ever given a damn about him.”

“We both know that’s not true.” You say sadly. “You’ve only cared about what Nestor could give you, not about the person he is and that’s where you fucked up Miguel, because truly, he’s wonderful.”

He opens his mouth to speak but you’ve heard enough. You pull the trigger, and he collapses back against the headboard, the back of his head thudding against the wall with the force of the impact.

You raise to your feet, before pressing two fingers to the pulse point in his throat and waiting for the thrum of blood to stop. When it does you withdraw before picking up his phone from the nightstand and using his thumb to open it. You bring up his emails before flicking into his scheduled box and studying the email residing in there, the one with your name, address and picture attached to it. The kicker? He’s included Nestor’s details too.

A suggestion, he’d written, if you wanted to inflict some emotional damage.

You delete the email before turning the phone off and slipping it into your pocket.

There’s not a doubt in your mind that you made the right decision about killing Miguel Galindo tonight.

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All they wanted. {N.O}

warnings: none!

friend reader x nestor

I watched as one of the girls behind the bar flirted with Nestor, the way he played into it and seemed to be flirting back.

I looked away closing my eyes for a moment before standing from my seat and heading outside, sliding down the clubhouse’s wall.

I hated the way I fell for him, the way my eyes always searched for him during party’s or when I knew he was around. I hated how badly I wanted him knowing he could never see me the same way.

I was pulled from my thoughts when someone sat down beside me. I looked over seeing him, the same guy I was thinking of.

“Are you alright?” He questioned his eyes scanning over my face.

“Mhm.” I hummed looking away from him and up at the sky “The sky’s so pretty isn’t it?”

Nestor kept his eyes on Y/n as he agreed, though he wasn’t talking about the sky. He was talking about her. She was the only thing he found pretty, the only thing he wanted. But she could never feel that way about him so he had to pretend he didn’t like her, pretend he wasn’t in love with her.

All he wanted was her.

All she wanted was him.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven is now live!

this is a long chapter and has a lot of violence, please read authors notes and take care of yourselves!

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IMPORTANT: Coco's Reader will be a Mercenary instead!!!

Note: All of those will be x Female! Readers unfortunately

I might add more characters to this series once I finish those ones!