paciencia y fe

cesar javier hayes. 32. works @ masonboro boat rentals.

[cesarhayes]

TEXT MESSAGE SENT TO CESAR

Catalina: 😘😘😘

Catalina: I might just have some. I'll have to take it from my abuela but she has a ton.

Cesar: ugh, such a goddess.

Cesar: your reward will be my famous chicken tostadas. and by famous i mean that about 3 ppl other than my parents have had them and i think theyre p good 🤷🏻‍♀️

[cesarhayes]

victorvalencia​:

“Lawyer?” Victor repeated with an amused scoff at the ridiculous idea. Given how many times he had to go to court to support cases, Victor found nothing he liked about being a lawyer. “You know pissing people off is a gift, no seas celoso” he added with a chuckle. Thankfully Victor was off the clock right now and really needed to learn how to cool off and not bring his work home with him. Hanging with Cesar seemed to always do the trick. “I always do a good job, Gema thinks so too” He added, even though Cesar could have probably guessed it was bullshit since Gema probably thought he was out of his mind most o the time with the stunts he pulled. As Cesar spoke about his chicken legs, Victor couldn’t help but raise a brow in full offense before glancing down at his legs for a second, “I don’t skip leg day, mentiroso” He said taking the commend in stride with a smirk as he took another sip of his beer. “Yeah, I really liked her too…” Victor admitted with a sigh before nodding at his friend, “I’ll ask her if she’s free.” It would be an easy excuse to hang out with Catalina again so he wasn’t dismissing it completely. “What about you? I can’t make fun of your love life if you don’t tell me shit you know?” He said grinning, though truth be told Cesar was one of his closest friends in Wilmington so he liked making sure the guy was doing okay. 

Cesar couldn’t help but laugh out loud at his friend’s reaction. It was no secret that cops were notorious for hating lawyers for more reasons than one, but when it came to Victor, it was like he dialed that stereotype up to eleven. “¿Celoso? No me conoces tan bien como pensé que lo sabías. You definitely have a gift for it, though.” There was absolutely no denying that. It was where the two friends vastly differed -- while Cesar attempted to put our fires, Victor seemed to be igniting them. At least he could vouch for his good conscience. “Does she? Or is she just humoring you so that you don’t make her job ten times harder?” he challenged, knowing Gema might have a different take on things. “Just callin’ it as I see it -- and what I see are some quadriceps that could use some serious work.” Cesar teased, taking another long sip of his drink. “Yeah, I know you did. Still don’t understand why that had to end, but, hey, no es de mi incumbencia.” He held his hands up innocently for a quick moment, shoulders lifting in a shrug. “Ah -- what’s there to tell, really? My love life is as boring and pitiful as ever.” The male lamented. “They don’t make guys here like they do in Mexico City, I’ll tell you that. I mean -- I’m sorta seein’ this one guy, but...” he pursed his lips. “I dunno. I think he’s into me, but he might not be into just me.” River had expressed how into him he was, but Cesar being Cesar, he had his doubts.

[cesarhayes]

where: cesar’s condo on wrightsville beach who: @khalilamari​ & cesar hayes

Cesar wouldn’t really call himself a lothario by any means -- he was more of a romantic at heart, one that had quite a difficult time finding someone to settle down with for no other reason than, well, he just had shit luck. Things with River were going smoothly, but the two of them weren’t exactly exclusive by any means, and after chatting with Khalil on one of his (many) dating apps for the past couple of weeks he’d become more anxious than anything to meet the man with the pearly white smile that he couldn’t help but harp on during their conversations. Perhaps his luck had turned for the better seeing as the male offered to come over that very night, so after some rigorous cleaning and preparation, Cesar felt both excited and anxious once he’d finally arrived. 

“Alright, so, you better like a little heat ‘cause I went ham with the chili powder this time,” he warned teasingly as he stepped out to the front porch where Khalil was situated, handing him a plate of chilaquiles that he’d just put the finishing touches on. Gloria followed dutifully behind before hopping over to one of the corners, laying herself down comfortably. “It’s my abuela’s recipe, so I ain’t to blame if it tastes like shit -- but, if she were here, she would say the opposite.” He grinned, taking a seat on one of the lounge chairs beside him, peering out toward the sun that was setting over the ocean’s horizon before turning his gaze back to Khalil. “You get this kinda view over at your place?” he asked with a smirk, taking a bite from his plate. 

[cesarhayes]

TEXT MESSAGE SENT TO CESAR

Catalina: I love to hear it, hermoso.

Catalina: I can be near there in an hour. Do you want me to bring anything, mi amor?

Cesar: 😍😍😍

Cesar: other than your beautiful self? nothin!

Cesar: jk actually if u have some adobo lying around pls send it my way bc i ran out making this fiesta chicken

[cesarhayes]

tinder message ➡ khalil

KHALIL: man, don't get me started on the selfies

KHALIL: yeah? ik it's kinda late but I'll make it up to you

KHALIL: your place and some good home cooking is just what i need right now. i mean, we can start off on the porch

CESAR: oh please do 😍😍

CESAR: im counting on it!

CESAR: sounds gr8, i'll send you my location. apts kind of annoying to find. see ya soon 😊

[cesarhayes]

TEXT MESSAGE SENT TO CESAR

Catalina: Hey, you busy today?

Catalina: I was hoping we could catch up and talk.

Cesar: just finished up work! always available for u mi amor

Cesar: that would be awesome, id love to see you. any chance youre near wrightsville? i got a bottle of tequila that needs opening

[cesarhayes]

matiasgarcxa​:

There were no guarantees when it came to this kind of thing. Maybe someone would be there, step in, do the right thing – but maybe not. Maybe the fear would be too great, or maybe there just wouldn’t be anyone around. It wasn’t the kind of thing you could control, any more than it happening in the first place, and Matias was painfully aware that he hadn’t simply gotten lucky – that thanks were very much necessary. “Still, thank you,” he repeated, quietly, firmly, only to break into a chuckle– “Not even my students call me sir.” If he had to guess, it was half habit, half sign of respect, but either way, the last person who needed to be using formalities on him was this guy, who’d been a saviour of sorts. “But, wow. Eight years. Long time to retire from. How’d you like living there?” Matias had never been to Mexico himself; one of those things that nagged at him, like the question mark around his paternity – nagged, in the dark, in the very back of his mind. “Matias,” he answered the introduction, offering a hand. “Very glad to meet you, Cesar. And I feel like I should be doing the buying, honestly–” It was the least he could do, after the assist Cesar had offered. “–But I’ve got a pup of my own who’s probably got his paws crossed, or else has made a mess in his crate.” This, he said with a nod to Cesar’s dog, who seemed remarkably well-behaved to his untrained eye. “I could use a drink, though. Would it be weird if I said I’ve got a bottle of tequila that needs drinking?”

Cesar grinned, looking down at his feet for a brief moment. He’d always been a humble one, and that didn’t go away in even this situation. Men of color had to stick together, didn’t they? That was his philosophy, at the very least. “Yeah, well, my father was in the force, too, so we had the whole ‘formalities’ thing kinda ingrained in us from the beginning. You said students -- you teach around here?” he asked curiously, having grown up around the area himself and aware of the educational institutions that surrounded them. Of course, the man couldn’t have been much older or younger than he was, but it still piqued his interest -- hence why he didn’t have much trouble making friends; he could always find something to ask about. “Oh, man, it was like a dream,” Cesar admitted, albeit a bit bashfully. “That’s where my parents grew up, so I decided to go there for university and it just...well, I stayed for that long, didn’t I?” a soft chuckle escaped his lips, followed by a nod when the other introduced himself. “You too, hombre.” A dark brow arched when he spoke of his dog, ready to take the rejected offer and part ways -- and then, the word tequila was uttered. “Not weird at all. Nothin’ better than a spontaneous nightcap,” He laughed, glancing down at Gloria who had her tail wagging. “You don’t mind if my girl comes along, do ya? She’s kind of, uh, essential,” he nodded to the harness that displayed the words “service dog”. “Don’t know if your pup would take issue with that.”

[cesarhayes]

riverkartal​:

at some fancy hotel in wrightsville beach, with @cesarhayes

“I was a dick when I didn’t think to ask you to the whole prom thing.” It was the start of what sounded an awful lot like an excuse, and perhaps it was. River wasn’t genuinely sorry for not having asked Cesar to go with him, but he did feel regret over the fact that he hadn’t known that the male would be going in the first place. Had he known, he could have handled the situation better. Not to say Cesar didn’t still get a decent chunk of his attention that night… but then again, River’s main focus had been on Lola, and Cesar shouldn’t have to feel second. “So I figured we could just do our own thing instead.” Walking into the spacious restaurant of the hotel overlooking the beach, River had certainly gone all in for the occasion; he was capable of doing more than just charm his way into someone’s pants when it all came down to it. “I bought the whole place out for the night. Didn’t want you to have to worry about any crowds this time.” That, and more so the fact that he liked the idea of having the whole place to themselves with every staff member there to tend to their needs. “How does that sound, cariño?” Adopting yet another word from Cesar’s native tongue, River moved to stand before the other, grasping at his shirt. Pulling him in for a kiss, it proved to be rather affectionate — admittedly, River was starting to grow rather fond of the guy. While he wasn’t unfamiliar with grand gestures, it certainly wasn’t a card he pulled out for just about anyone — especially not when he was already in the other’s good graces.

The invitation to meet River at a hotel wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary, but upon pulling up to the vast landscape right off of the beach, having his car parked for him, greeted by the male’s handsome face a if it was the most normal thing in the world -- well, Cesar was a bit surprised, to say the least. Especially as they walked out to the otherwise empty restaurant, Gloria off-leash but dutifully staying by his side, the sunset view one that he hadn’t really looked at in quite a long time, even after living in Wrightsville beach for all these years and growing up in the area. Of course, it didn’t hurt either that he had those pearly whites shining over at him, elevating the scenery even more. “Did you -- what?” he narrowed his brows, albeit confused over the entire ordeal. “You did all this, just so we could have a night alone?” The corner of his lips twisted into a bashful smile, allowing himself to be pulled into River’s arms for a gentle kiss. He’d had relationships before; hook-ups, friends with benefits, boyfriends, but never before had any man ever put in this much effort to spend time with him. Not that it took much to begin with, but that just showed the kind of person that River way -- or, at least, the kind of person that Cesar thought he was. Either way, he was vibing with it. “You’re a crazy son of a bitch, you know that?” he smirked against River’s lips, hand sliding up to press against his cheek. “But a sweet one, at that. This is...more than I could have asked for.” His thumb lightly rubbed against the stubble there, a short chuckle leaving his lips. “You been brushin’ up on that spanish, I see. Sounds good comin’ from you.”

[cesarhayes]

jennyxhayes​:

Jenny crinkled up her nose. “Did you just sigh with relief that I went home alone?” She scoffed a little laugh as she shook her head. “Sometimes I wonder if you would prefer it.” She teased as she leaned against the counter, nodding her head. “My Nathan.” She let the words leave her mouth, almost instantly regretting it since it left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth. “Sort of… Just caught up and went our own ways.”

Cesar lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “What? Can’t blame me for being protective of you. Someone’s got to.” Not that either of their parents lacked that trait, but as the oldest sibling -- and the only brother -- he felt it was his duty to keep an eye on his younger sisters. “That sound....” he trailed off, trying to think of the right words. “Awkward? Or was it nice?” Cesar arched a brow. “Was never sure how the two of you ended up leaving things.”

[cesarhayes]

jenkinsgema​:

              “Ouch.” Did she see him pulling back said offer? No. But still, she’d at least go ahead and pretend for the sake of keeping up appearances. But by this point, she doubted he’d pull such an action where she was concerned; he was pretty used to her attitude by this point. “I’ve got the tits covered — but you wouldn’t catch me dead as a blonde.” God forbid. She definitely didn’t have the personality to pull off the yellow hair vibes. “Not sure it’s the ADA card that gets you the hot guys at Pravda, Hayes. Think it’s that pretty face of yours.” Gema challenged, smirking to her company as she admitted as much. There really was something about Wilmington and the level of attraction required apparently to reside in town. “Wow, that’s quite the honour. I’ll take it.” A laugh followed suit at the idea that she was the only one he was comfortable enough to get quite so intoxicated with. Well, aside from Jenny, that is, of course. Hell, she considered him as close as family these days, and she knew better than most than family wasn’t about blood. Came with the fact that she’d never met a single blood relative of hers in her entire life. “That’s ‘cause work is work. I wasn’t aware you wanted to discuss my not-so-glamorous profession?” She teased, before rolling her eyes on the matter. “All you need to know is that I’m not working until late tomorrow, so I intend to get drunk, go home and sleep it off until late hours of the morning, and maybe order some Chinese for sustenance.”

“I’m just bein’ honesty, chica,” he arched his brows, throwing an innocent hand in the air. Though, he was sure Gema knew that he was full of shit, seeing as he’d always been all bark and no bite. At least, for as long as they’d known one another. Giving his friend a once over, his nose crinkled slightly at the thought of her with lighter locks. “You would look like if Malibu Barbie got a spray tan,” he chuckled, knowing that either way he much preferred a Ken doll, no matter how stunning the woman was. “You really don’t know how to stop hitting on me, do you? Sorry, Gems, but it ain’t ever gonna happen -- it’s not you, it’s me.” He placed a hand dramatically over his heart. Maybe around a decade ago he would have been chasing her tail, but going to college and moving out of the country had significantly opened doors for Cesar as far as his lifestyle went. “When don’t I wanna hear about how much you hate your job?” Cesar teased, cradling his chin in his hand as he leaned over on the bar with his elbow. “Or, you could come back to my place and I can make you some greasy Mexican food. Ain’t much healthier, but hey, it’s free? And you know I make some real good tostadas.” 

[cesarhayes]

victorvalencia​:

“Thinking and saying it are two very different things –– one doesn’t hold up in court, the other does,” Victor said, just to be a smartass. He certainly didn’t need to be reminding Cesar of the rules and truth be told, despite his lack of badge, Victor still considered him a solid officer. “Yeah yeah, joder las reglas…” Victor muttered out with the roll of his eyes. “I always have a good reason for pissing people off. But it’s fine, no harm no foul, Gema didn’t report me so I think todos somos buenos” And for that he was truly thankful since he already had a few strikes against him, another one and he wasn’t sure what his Captain would do. “Yeah, sounds like a good idea, I can’t wait to kick your ass at a little futbol.” He gloated with a smug expression as he took another sip from his beer. At the mention of Catalina, Victor hesitated, “I can check and see if she’s not busy at the salon. Besides, have you ever seen her in a swimsuit? Muy caliente. Your swim trunks don’t compare, lo siento, amigo.” 

Cesar rolled his eyes, having half a mind to give Victor a friendly punch in the arm just for being a smartass -- which, he would have done had he not already known the other would definitely retaliate. “So, now you wanna be a lawyer, huh? I’d love to see that mess in action. You’d piss the jury off in the first five minutes,” he teased, taking a long sip of his beer. “Abajo, chico. Might be a real police officer around somewhere.” Though, as far as law enforcement went, there was really no one better than Victor -- at least in his eyes. He had the courage to go out get what needed to be done, done, and not at the expense of the innocent or marginalized. “Mierde, well, if Gem didn’t report you than I’d say you probably did a good job. You know how fuckin’ feisty that girl is.” He arched a dark brow. “I’d like to see you try, hermano. Maybe you got big muscles up top, but all I see down below are some damn chicken legs.” A laugh escaped his lips, head cocked to the side slightly when he spoke about Catalina. “I’ve seen plenty’a chicas in swimsuits, Vic. Only difference is I don’t cream my pants at the sight of ‘em like you do.” Cesar smirked. “You should invite her, though. Seriously. I always liked her -- a hell of a lot better than anyone else you’ve brought around, at least.”

[cesarhayes]

tinder message ➡ khalil

KHALIL: my smile ain't real enough for you? 😌

KHALIL: i'm good from 8pm, still wanna meet?

KHALIL: i'm into that alright. whatever you want

CESAR: not through a screen it aint. no matter how good at takin selfies you think you are 😍

CESAR: yeah, i can make that work.

CESAR: whatever i want?? wow, what a gentleman. next you're gonna tell me you're payin too.

CESAR: kidding, how bout you come to my place and i can make ya some of my world famous chilaquiles? nice beachside view from mah porch too

[cesarhayes]

tinder message ➡ khalil

* way too many hours later *

KHALIL: antsy? come on, man

KHALIL: I'm not hiding

CESAR: what?? Cant help it that I wanna see what that smile looks like outside of the photos

CESAR: alrighty put your $$ where your mouth is & let's meet up this wknd, I know a good spot downtown

CESAR: unlessss authentic mexican cuisine is what you're into. my specialty 👀

[cesarhayes]

tinder message ➡ khalil

CESAR: hey you

CESAR: when am i gonna finally get to see that face in person??? im getting antsy here yknow

[cesarhayes]

victorvalencia​:

“Cállate idiota” Victor shot over to Cesar, though the way he seemed to be laughing indicated he found his friend’s words more amusing than anything else. Truth be told, Cesar often enabled him to act the way he did back in Texas –– pissing off all the wrong people and not giving a shit about it. These days, his temper had been in somewhat of a check considering some behavior issues from last year that his Captain was still on his ass about. “Me, controversial? Who’s saying that? Gimme some names, vato” Victor threw the questions back at his friend with a playful glare. It seemed like you couldn’t take the detective out of him even when he was off-duty. “Besides, I’ve been good” He stated, though when he thought back to the illegal interrogation he just did that somehow roped in Gema, Victor had to change his answer, “I’ve been mostly good” He corrected with a widening smile as he took another sip from his beer. “Yeah, it’s getting hot as fuck out here already. We should hit the beach, invite some family, invite tu hermana” He suggested since drinking with Cesar was pretty much the extent of his social life and he probably needed a break from work simply due to the lack of sleep.

“No actúes como si no estuvieras pensando lo mismo, gilipollas.” He laughed along with his friend, shoving him lightly with his free hand. Maybe another reason he enjoyed Victor’s company so much was that he had the type of confrontational, mildly haywire attitude that Cesar envied. The male was a bit of a wild card in high school, but he’d never done anything to disrespect anybody or outright break any rules that would have major consequences. Victor was bold, in a way that Cesar himself had never figured out how to be. “No can do, detective. Can’t spill until I’ve got my lawyer present -- conozco las reglas,” he reminded his friend, brows arching suspiciously as he raised the bottle to his lips once more. “Yeah, I figured. ‘Least tell me you had a good enough reason for pissing someone off?” He had no doubt that it was the case, but he always liked to keep the other in check for no other reason than just to satisfy his own hunger for justice (whatever the hell that meant. “Hell yeah, that sounds like a plan. Bring a big cooler of beer ‘n maybe bring a soccer ball to kick around or something,” Cesar shrugged. “Jenny’d definitely be down. You could invite, uh, Catalina, too. You know, if she’s around.” He arched a brow at his friend, fingers drumming on the bar top.

[cesarhayes]

where: masonboro boat rentals who: @weston-taylor & cesar hayes

“Alright, the Venturas were a little late on their return, but I let it slide seein’ as they come down at least three times a summer and spend a hell of a lotta money,” Cesar narrowed his brows at his clipboard, which contained a number of notes that he’d jotted down throughout the day. It’d been about two years that he’d been working for the Taylors, and to this day he couldn’t thank them enough for giving him a chance despite his lack of retail experience. Not only that, but some people wouldn’t take too kindly to having a dog around their shop at all times, so he was grateful that they were understanding when it came to Gloria. “Oh, and I fixed the leaky faucet in the bathroom, so it shouldn’t be giving us any issues moving forward.” He placed the clipboard down before letting out a breath, glancing up at Weston. “Everythin’ good on your end, boss?”

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[pristinechaos]

markantonys​:

bonus:

            ft. @cesarhayes​.