#chepe

[lethal-amigos]

Oh oh what's this. A possible continuation of that one comic I was working on a while back. I just need to finish this haha

#lethal amigos #young chepe #chepe #gunpowder jose #jose oc #chepe oc #encanto oc #bruno madrigal #wip

[lazypapers]

Some Rp Art of reboot of Lethal Amigos by me and @my-gunpowder. It's a story of Jose's return to Encanto and reuniting with Chepe.

#lethal amigos #chepe oc #chepe #jose #encanto oc #encanto #my art #reboot #other people's oc #other people's art

[yeyinde]

And I suppose the guy at the door is also Colombian? What a small world, right?

Pêpê Rapazote as Chepe Santacruz Londoño | NARCOS (S03E02)

#the Cali KGB is such a good ep #this palette was a study in how much lilac i could get away with #Chepe #Chepe Narcos #narcos #pepe rapazote #Pêpê Rapazote #Narcos season 3 #narcosgif

[chepevision]

#costa rica #street #san jose #chepe #accident #bus driver

[oftanimalhealth]

Ahora la Oftalmoaventura será en Creel Chihuahua. #oftanimalhealth #oftalmologiaveterinaria #oftalmoaventura #creel #chepe #chihuahua #laoftalmonosune #laoftalmonosmueve #drvetman #vetman (en Creel, "Sierra Tarahumara", Chih.) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cqju2JsLHEr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#oftanimalhealth #oftalmologiaveterinaria #oftalmoaventura #creel #chepe #chihuahua #laoftalmonosune #laoftalmonosmueve #drvetman #vetman

[lethalamigos]

Collateral Damage 4

Previous

Pepa needed to slap Chepe back to reality.

#chepe oc #my art #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #felix madrigal #augustin madrigal #comic

[my-gunpowder]

— Best friends forever?

— Best friends forever.

#Chepe oc #Jose oc #encanto

[drabbles-mc]

Claro Que No

Chepe Santacruz x GN!Reader

For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Firsts: create a fanwork about a character you've never written about before

Warnings: 18+

Word Count: 462

A/N: taking that 300 word minimum so so close to heart on this day 😂 as the prompt of the day states: it's my first time writing Chepe! mildly terrified but fuck it, we ball!

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 “Confías en mí?” he asked as he sat on the edge of your bed. He studied your face as you sat facing him, your back pressed against the headboard.

You knew that laughter shouldn’t have been your knee-jerk response, especially not when he actually sounded like he was being serious and honest with you for once. You knew it, but you still let out a small chuckle as your eyebrows lifted towards your hairline. “Confío en ti?” You reached and rested your hand on the side of his face, fingertips trailing over the stubble there. “Claro que no.”

He huffed, turning his head so that your palm was no longer pressed to his cheek. Your hand dropped to his shoulder and he was tempted to try and shrug it off but he didn’t. He wasn’t that mad. Not yet. “Be serious with me.”

The smile on your face stretched a little wider. “I am being serious with you, Chepe.”

“No you’re n—”

“I like you,” you said as you dragged your thumb back and forth over the fabric of the shirt covering his shoulder. “Hell, I even care about you. But…but no. I don’t trust you.” You expected to see anger on his face at that, perhaps even hurt, but instead all you saw was a man who was listening intently to whatever you were going to say next. “I know too much about you to trust you.”

That got the barest of grins out of him. “Too much, hm?”

“Had to go and spill all your secrets,” you joked.

“Not all of them.”

You smirked. “Give it some time.”

His smile grew. You weren’t wrong, really. You knew more than you should about him, about his life. It was mutual, though—he knew more than he should about you and your life given the line of work he was in, the types of people that he knew. But there was always a line. Everything was always theoretical. He told you stories, showed up with stained clothes that you made a point not to ask about. But his life was always something that existed distantly from you. The convergence of your worlds ended at the doorway of your apartment. Always had. And, if you had a prayer in the world, it would always be that way, too.

“I have to go,” he said, the statement serving as the invitation he would’ve extended if you answered his first question differently.

Your mind hadn’t changed, though. “You’ll be back.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned in and kissed you lightly on the lips. “You sound so sure.”

You hummed in amusement, fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. “That’s one thing about you that I do trust.”

#narcos #narcoctober #day of firsts #chepe santacruz #chepe santacruz x reader #chepe santacruz x you #x reader #x reader fic #narcos netflix #narcos fanfiction #narcos netflix fanfiction #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[garbinge]

Watching Time

Pacho Herrera x Chepe Santacruz For the @narcosfandomdiscord October Prompts. Day 9 - Day of Gay: Create anything devoted to an LGBTQ+ character. Summary: Morning bliss with these guys. Word Count: 800 words Warnings: All my fics are 18+, regardless of content. Alludes to sexual situations. A/N: I had so much fun with this!!!! Also I PROMISE to catch up on everyone's fics!!! work has been crrrraaazzzzyyyyyy but I'm hoping to catch up soon!

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“You know that bike is going to kill you one day.” Chepe was shirtless, leaning against the headboard of the bed as he lit a cigarette. 

“You think about that bike more than you think about me.” Pacho was walking back from the bathroom, his short boxer briefs being the only thing on his body. 

“I think about you on that bike.” Chepe said as he looked Pacho up and down, the smoke exhaling from his mouth. 

“If I wanted to be safe I would have chosen a different profession.” Pacho was now getting dressed. The disappointment was apparent on Chepe’s face as Pacho went from naked to fully clothed. 

“You can retire.” Chepe’s eyebrows were raised now, like the idea he had was so brilliant he was wondering why he didn’t come up with it sooner. 

Pacho didn’t even entertain that comment with any response let alone a glance in his direction. He continued getting ready, placing the gold watch that Chepe gifted him a few months back. 

“I’ll buy you more watches. It’ll be great, you can stay home and watch the time pass, very peaceful, it’ll add years to your life.” The frown on Chepe’s face wasn’t one of disconcert but of ease, like his request was reasonable. 

“And waiting for you to come home will take them right off.” Pacho was turning around to look at Chepe now as he buttoned his sleeves with cufflinks. 

“Come back to bed and let me take all of that off.” Chepe was pushing the blanket on the empty side of bed down as an open invitation to Pacho. 

Pacho leaned forward, his knee touching the mattress so he could reach Chepe’s face. Inches away, tensions high, Pacho moved his hands up to the button on his shirt and closed his eyes to leave a soft, tender kiss on Chepe’s lips. As he pulled away, Chepe leaning in for more instinctually, Pacho spoke up at a whisper. 

“No.” 

Chepe’s eyes blinked open immediately, the frustration and shock were quickly moving in and leaving a less than happy expression on his face. Pacho took the whole thing humorously, a chuckle left his mouth before he finished buttoning the silk peacock blue shirt and kicked off the bed. 

“A la gran puta.” The words weren’t yelled, just mumbled as a slightly disgruntled and now sexually frustrated man realized he got played. 

“I’ll make it up to you tonight.” Pacho was still smiling, clearly satisfied with his act of teasing.

Chepe just rolled his eyes and waved his hand in a dismissive way, not to blow him off but to show he was still grumpy regardless of the promises to come. 

Pacho quickly made his way over and kissed Chepe again, the movement was so swift that Chepe was taken off guard by it but quickly took his hand to cup Pacho’s face. It was the hand with the cigarette still in it, so he was careful where his fingers landed but wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to kiss Pacho goodbye. Their passionate embrace lasted a few seconds before Pacho pulled away to speak against his lips. 

“Burning my shirt is just going to piss me off, not keep me here longer.” 

Chepe smiled now, “You’re fun when you’re mad.” 

The comment earned him a slight push just before Pacho made his way to the bedroom door. Chepe stayed in bed, laughing while he brought the last of the cigarette to his mouth, fully relaxed and at peace with the morning he shared with Pacho. The sound of the door opening but not closing made Chepe look over to see Pacho taking one step backwards, hand still on the door as he looked over his shoulder towards Chepe. 

“You know, you love laying in bed so much, I’ll buy you watches and maybe you could retire.” The smirk was growing on his face while it was fading from Chepe’s. “Feel free to watch the time while you wait for me to get home.”

Before another word could be spoken from either of them, Chepe grabbed one of Pacho’s silk pillows and threw it at the door that was rapidly closing on the other side. His laughs could be heard as he descended down the stairs. 

Chepe annoyingly looked around the room and the bed before making the same frown he had early, one of ease, like Pacho’s request was just the slightest bit reasonable. 

“I could watch the time.” He shrugged as he slouched more in the bed and lit up another cigarette as he brought his arm up to check his diamond dial watch that Pacho had gotten him for his birthday.

“Feel the years being added to my life as the seconds pass.”

#Narcoctober #Narcos #Narcos Netflix #Chepe Santacruz #pacho herrera #Chepe x Pacho #Chepe Santacruz x Pacho Herrera #Pacho Herrera x Chepe Santacruz #Narcos Fanfiction

[artemiseamoon]

Draft release: That one time

Pacho x Chepe ~ Chepe x f reader

An: no I am not writing reader inserts anymore, sticking to that choice. This is an old unreleased draft.

Words: 2189

Warnings: drinking, sexual activity

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Hours after dinner, you, Chepe and Pacho hang out in the backyard. It was a perfect night, the moon full above and a nice breeze in the air. You were sitting on one couch, cuddled up against Chepe, and directly across from you both sat Pacho.

The two were reminiscing and sharing old stories. They were laughing about this one memory and if you didn't know both of them, you would believe the story was made up. It sounded too out of this world to be true, but you could imagine the both of them younger and up to lots of trouble. In the current story, Chepe was about 26 and Pacho also in his 20s but younger than Chepe.

As the story built, and they took turns filling in the details, that night from the past got crazier and crazier. Then, out of nowhere, you made a comment out loud that you meant to keep to yourself,

"Please tell me it ended with you making out."

As soon as you realized you said the words aloud, you clasped your hand over your mouth. "sorry." you muttered.

It's Pacho's daiquiris, you'll blame that. They're delicious and deadly.

Before your embarrassment could build any further, you noticed the look Pacho gave Chepe before taking a drink from the glass in his hand.

"Wait, no - " you lowered your hand and turned to Chepe, "wait...I saw that look!"

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[lethal-amigos]

Hopeless Romantic

"Listen, Mariano. Calm down," the man grabbed his worried nephew by the shoulders and looked into his eyes. "My affairs don't concern you. Who I'm sleeping with shouldn't worry you so much. We are adults, and we will sort out our own problems. "But...but that's not right," Mariano replied, looking piteously into his uncle's eyes. His good and romantic nature could not accept the fact that his own uncle was acting so vile. This village is too small for such a big drama. "There's very little justice in the world, kid. But our affair is not fleeting at all. Senor Velasco and I have loved each other since we were teenagers." "What??" the nephew asked with a sudden smile on his face. He was too fond of romantic stories, and he definitely liked this one. A real drama that concerns his family as well. "Yes, that's right. And I will ask you to keep this secret. This is very important to us, kid. I promise, one day we'll talk about everything. But not now," Mariano relaxed, lowered his shoulders and sighed heavily. Anger and misunderstanding are gone, but there are a lot of questions. The guy wanted to fill up his uncle with them, but one of the residents, whose house they are building, called them to him.

Leaving, young Guzman noticed his uncle smiling and putting his finger to his lips.

So be it, let it remain a secret.

Story by @my-gunpowder art by me

#comic #story #jose #jose oc #chepe #chepe oc #mariano guzman #encanto #encanto story #encanto oc #lethal amigos #reboot #Lethal Amigos reboot

[lazypapers]

Chepe

#chepe oc #oc #chepe #bruh

[cositapreciosa]

Meeting Chepe in New York and him bring you back to Cali for a party/meeting the rest of the gang 👀

Red lipstick

Chepe Santacruz x female!reader (infidelity/cheating, mention of Y/N, mention of drug use, the usual for the show), 3679 words

a/n : - Yo Élise, where were you all this time? Were you dead?

- *cue to picture of that dry-ass taxidermy fox* seasonal depression my dude

As always it's the fictional, not the real deal, enjoy xx

You can see it as a business meeting, an opportunity for you to go bigger.

That is what Chepe had said to you one day as you met him for your usual drop. Offering you a trip to Colombia, to meet the big ones from overseas, those that completed his inner circle. You had been reselling for him for a few years now, never once coming to a dollar short and definitely ranking in the profit. Probably the best card you got in your deck, Santacruz, am I not?

You never were looking to make it big in this type of business. Selling just enough to be sure to stay afloat, pay your mortgage, feed the people you love, and buy those pieces of jewelry, that a year ago would have been for you a rent’s worth, just because you liked how they shined when you passed the counter display. Greed, envy, lust. It had crawled in your veins fast, venomous, pumping in your blood. Still, just enough to always buy your favorite, to-die-for, 90$ red lipstick every time it ran out, but never enough to get cocky, stupid, reckless.

You loved luxury, lived in it, smelled like it, but you always remembered how red your blood was, how easy it could be spilled. You saw the way the government was knocking more and more doors down, came for the smaller ones before fishing for the big sharks, but all the others didn’t. It’s a war, sweetheart, Chepe had called it, a war on drugs. Teeth filled with gold, snorting all types of white powders, guns-a-blazing, cuffed and judged by justice just as fast. There’s a quiet side to riches that those men never understood. It was what had separated you from the others who had climbed the ranks with you over the years, you had realized. Maybe that’s why you are here today, setting foot down a jet on Colombian soil, or maybe it was just the start of the hardest fall of your life.

As you looked at your shoes, already full of dust, you wondered if there was a time you had ever seen so much dirt on a landing strip before. You don’t have much time to think about it or to worry about the wind pushing your hair or the dirt in your mouth, that Chepe is already in front of you, arms wide open,

‘’ Bienvenido en la capital mundial de la salsa, sweetheart. ‘’

Your smile is bright, pulling at your cheeks, lips painted red, welcoming. A deadly trap. Chepe knows all of this, the facade that goes in the character you play. The survival instinct, the street smart. You made it this far didn’t you?

‘’ Well, I’m more of a bachata dancer myself, but I can make salsa work. ‘’

You had fucked him once. When his wife had been away, doing whatever she did when she went on those trips of hers. All teeth, handfuls of flesh, bent over the balcony. Maybe it had been more than once. Maybe you didn’t feel so bad because you knew she most likely did the same when she claimed she was going on shopping trips with friends. You could always tell with those women for some reason, you could see it in their eyes, it wasn’t hard to miss. You could see it in his too, how he had always known. If he cared or not was still the missing piece.

You take his extended hand to jump off the last step. The heat is heavy, weirdly humid, and dry at the same time. Still, his hand is steady, not a bead of sweat on his forehead, his usually heavy coat switched for a striped shirt. Colombiano born and raised. You did tell him stripes looked good on him once.

This is it, you thought, no turning back, the top of the ladder. The top of the food chain. You just have to shake hands and smile.

.

The ride to civilization had been bumpy, long, and trying your best to understand your driver with the thickest Costeño accent you had ever heard. A fair price to pay for landing on an illegal dirt patch in the middle of a Colombian jungle.

Chepe had left you with his driver and a bodyguard back at the landing field, slipping you in the passenger seat, making sure your hair didn’t get stuck in the door as he closed it,

‘’ I trust those two with my life. I’ll pick you up at the hotel tommorow ? ‘’

All teeth, handfuls of flesh, bent over the balcony.

‘’ How else am I supposed to empty the mini-bar then? ‘’

Hands gripping your waist, pining you against the shower wall.

It's later that day after he's been gone for hours and your lipstick has been reapplied, that he calls your room phone. You press your lips together, spreading the color evenly, as it rings some more. You take your finger up to your mouth, swiping the excess stain with your nail. Done. Your heels click on the marble floors on your way out of the bathroom,

‘’ Miss me already? ‘’

It's a party, he had said, near the water, you’ll love it.

He scoffs, as you disconnected the call. The more 6 o’clock gets near, the more all of your being screams at you to leave, clawing at your mind to run, not to look back. You know you should, that he would let you call it off and go back home. But the more you want it, the more you itch to open the safe where your passport is locked, and the more you realize you can’t.

You won’t.

The ride over there is less bumping than when you first got here. Jetlag is busting your ass, and your concealer is working hard to keep it unnoticed. Chepe is dressed up for the occasion as always. Chains, gold rings, a nice striped long-sleeved shirt. Maybe you’ll take all of it off tonight.

He’s driving this time, one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. You’re not sure if you like how familiar the move feels. Domestic. Wrong and right at the same time.

‘’ If this is about my wife, ‘’ he had said, with his arms around you, his chin in your hair, ‘’ I’ll leave her. ‘’

You had mentioned stopping everything when he had dropped by earlier. If I actually do this and meet them, I don’t think I can keep fucking you if I want to be taken seriously. Panic clawing at your chest, the reality of your work, the constant threats. There was no way for this to end well for you. For him.

‘’ Ask me and I’ll do it. I’ll call her right now. ‘’

He smelled like cigar and cologne, his palms sneaking under your shirt, warm on your stomach, soft, grounding,

‘’ This is not about her, ‘’ you had explained, head falling on his shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck, ‘’ This is about me, Chepe. About my work. Credibility. ‘’

His other hand pulled at your skirt, feeling the lace underneath. He molds you to him, unbelievably closer now. You felt him shiver against you, felt his breath behind your ear, the goosebump on your arms,

‘’ Tell me, ‘’ he had started with a groan, bringing the material over your waist, his other hand gently wrapping around your throat,

‘’ Tell me whoever dares, and I’ll make sure myself they never speak again. ‘’

You don’t doubt his words for a second.

The automatic light illuminates the garage as soon as Chepe drives the car in. You’ve never seen a garage this big. Cars lined up left to right, every one of them shinier than the other. What a waste of space.

He maneuvers his between two bright red-looking expensive ones. His toothpick rolls on his lips, leaning back against his seat, one hand on the wheel, as he changes gears. He couldn’t care less if he scratched one. Pocket change.

‘’ I probably should have stayed in my room and gotten another 8 hours of sleep. ‘’

He laughs, hearty, loud, deep, as if you’ve just told him the funniest joke of the night. His thumb rubs your thigh,

‘’ Are you going to stand me up? At your own party? ‘’

His attempt at lightening up the mood. In a way, it does, pushing your insecurities and anxieties to the side for a second. He can tell you hesitate, putting off the moment you step out of the car and have to do the grown-up illegal things you have gotten yourself into. You’re not that tired, caffeinated for two, and ready to throw punches if needed. Not that you would have to, with Chepe hot on your heels wherever you go, but it feels like it could calm you down, give you back some control maybe,

‘’ Oh, you’d do just fine I am sure. ‘’ you try to smile back.

You stay silent for a while, more like seconds really, but it feels relaxing and comforting. His hand is still warm on your skin. You always appreciated how he could understand those moments, never feeling like he had to fill it with words.

His thumb presses slightly on the inside of your thigh, bringing your attention back to him. It is darker now in the car, the automatic light having shut off seconds ago,

‘’ I wish I could introduce you as mine. ‘’

You can make out his side profile, the way his fingers drum on the wheel. You sigh,

‘’ José- ‘’

‘’ Ya, por favor, ‘’ he pleads, annoyed, ‘’ You always do this. ‘’

His hand comes up to scratch his stubble, moving down to where his neck meets his shoulder. He massages the skin, before his arm drops, defeated. Chepe moves in his seat, knees turning slightly to your side of the car. He leans toward you and you don’t understand why you feel nervous all of sudden. Anxious.

Homesick.

‘’ I know you think I’m not genuine. That I’m only saying this to make you happy. ‘’

For the first time in months, you don’t know what to say. He is right. Absolutely and utterly right. You don’t believe him when he says it. When he promises you travels, family parties, a career, a ring. You don’t believe easily, and you know what happens to the other women who naively listen and nod. You have seen it happen time and time again.

You sigh, falling back into your seat, trying to disappear inside the leather behind your back,

‘’ I like you a lot, Chepe. ‘’

You sigh, you don’t know where you are going with this. You can’t seem to be thinking ahead, about what you should say or not. Weirdly enough, in one of the most dangerous countries in the world, in an unknown garage, in a village you have forgotten the name of already, next to him, you feel safe. You don’t feel like you should tiptoe around his feelings, yours for that matter.

Your head rolls to the side to meet his gaze, your fingertips raising to touch his face. His brown eyes are on you, pupils blown from the darkness. Sharp nails follow his cheekbone softly, moving up to his freshly cut hair, pushing the loose grey strands back into place. His hand is on your wrist now, going up and down as he caresses the skin,

‘’ A lot. ‘’ you scoff, you realize.

So do I, he wants to say, Y yo a ti, his silence means. You want to lean in, break the space between you, kiss him, end this conversation and force him to bring you inside. You meet his eyes again as your nails roam behind his ear. You know he would let you, but here, today, you don’t think this is what you want,

‘’ We are being honest here, right? ‘’ he whispers, like a secret being shared between you two. You nod softly,

‘’ Talk to me. Tell me. ‘’ The truth, he means, how you really feel about this, ‘’ I’ve got all night. ‘’

You know he means it. Chepe would stay in this car all night if you decided to, he can tell how different the moment has gotten. Twenty minutes ago you would have laughed to tears, reapplied your lipstick, and gotten out of the car. The facade that goes in the character you play. He is still not sure what changed, but it makes him want you to be honest with him, to be true to what you know. Goosebumps spreads across your arm, following the warmth of his palm,

‘’ I want it. ‘’ you begin, toes wiggling inside your heel, trying to keep your knee from bouncing, ‘’ When you say you want to introduce me as yours. ‘’

It takes all his being not to surge forward to take your face between his hands. Then let me, let me. Your breath comes out shaky when you exhale as if you had been holding it for the last minute,

‘’ I am being honest, ‘’ you reassured, he knows you are. You had had deep conversations with Chepe before, nights spent sitting on your balcony, smoking and talking about life and all the things in between. His past, yours. Colombia, New York. Your hand falls to his neck, gently stroking his stubble with your thumb. It’s rough and it’s keeping you grounded, in the car, with him,

‘’ I wouldn’t mind if you did. ‘’ you admit, ‘’ I’d let you. ‘’

You don’t feel weak for telling him like you thought you would. Chepe brings your palm to his mouth, kissing the skin softly. Saying anything else would ruin the moment, and you are thankful he stays silent again. You can hear the music inside, voices laughing and screaming behind the closed door, and you know it is time for you to go and join the crowd. Do what you came here to do in the first place.

You lean between the seats, the cup holder pushing painfully against your ribs, and your hand falls from his lips as you rest your head against his shoulder. His shirt is coarse on your cheek and his fingers soft when he intertwines them with yours. Your thumbnail traces shapes on the back of his hand while you speak again,

‘’ I don’t think I’ve ever been this anxious in my whole life. ‘’

‘’ I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t think you were up for it. ‘’

You hmm, and he can feel the sound vibrate through his shoulder,

‘’ It’s what you do back home, but here. Your Spanish is great, you’ll fit right in, mija. ‘’ he reassures,‘’ I’ll take care of you. ‘’

He emphasizes the words by gently squeezing your joint hands. You know he will, he always does. You know lots of things about him and that lying, to you at least, is not something he would do. We are being honest here, right? You reluctantly let him go, motioning to him to go ahead, body pulling away, your hand sliding back to your thigh. As he gets out of the car, the lights illuminate the garage again. Bright, blinding. Your eyes follow him around the hood of the car until he reaches your door, pulling it open,

‘’ Let’s do some work now, hm? ‘’

He presents his hand to you, his heart skipping a beat when you accept it, pressing yours against his while your swing your legs to the side to get out.

One step after the other, your heels click on the cement as you walk towards the door that leads inside the house. Breathe, smile, shake hands, repeat. Chepe’s hand reaches blindly for you behind him, and you grab it, just like he expects you to do. Blood is pumping in your ears, so loud that it is almost overtaking the music around you. This is exactly where you want to be, precisely what you planned. Inhale with the nose, and exhale through the mouth. It doesn’t come as fast as you would’ve liked, but slowly, air fills up your lungs. It is a weird feeling, really, how after only a few breaths you can feel your body tingle, calm and lightheaded. Revigorated. All part of the facade.

Your smile doesn’t falter when you meet the first few people, low associates, executants. It is bright, all white teeth and red lipstick. They make no comment, no sarcastic remarks about Chepe’s hand on your back, you let him lower it, let it curve around your waist. His eyes burning and threatening enough that no one dares to look for too long.

Your cheeks hurt, jaw a bit sore from speaking Spanish for the past hour, but the wine feels good and bitter down your throat, helping make those meetings bearable. Chepe is beaming, all laughs and handshakes, like a true socialite, a fish in water. You enjoy watching him more than you do partake in this whole thing. It is different for him here, and you can tell. You thought you would have been the last one arriving at the house, and as much as Chepe shuts down any remarks about the time you spent in the garage and as much as you pretend not to understand what they imply, you know words have already spread in the villa. Staying civilized in this jungle is harder than you would have thought.

It happens merely minutes after Chepe excuses himself to fill up your drink, the shift in the room. How everyone stands taller, pushes their shoulders back, sobering up. Whoever supplier Chepe left you with does not have eyes for you anymore. Here they are. The lions.

You see Pacho first, in the corner of your eye. You can tell it is him, from his silk shirt to his waxed brown shoes, from Chepe’s stories, there is no doubt in your mind. You have to bite first, you think, use this fake confidence to your advantage, and make this meeting yours. Your new wannabe-gangster friend had already abandoned you the second they entered the room. You have no choice but to stand your ground and stay tall too.

You force a smile on your cheeks as you turn to him, charming and warm. Pain and Chepe’s absence be damned. Pacho’s smile mirrors your own, like an old friend, a deadly trap. You like him already, you decide, not so different from you, you can tell. Cunning. Smart.

Your glass of wine is quickly put back in your hands, splashing around in the cup, as your man pushes at the guests around you to meet Pacho’s embrace with a laugh. They exchange quickly in Spanish, how are you doing, how’s the weather over there ? You let them catch up, soaking in how easily the moment flows, perfectly happy to stand on the sideline.

Chepe half turns to you, still going on to Pacho about this plane story of his that you have been waiting for the punchline for a while now. His hand finds your waist, absently bringing you closer to the two of them.

‘’ Hermano, ‘’ he begins, ‘’ Let me introduce you. ‘’

You don’t know what burns more, his warm fingers pressing gently into your skin or how Pacho’s eyes catch him doing it. You had agreed to this, but still, stares and looking eyes make you feel uncomfortable. He leads, you remind yourself, he knows, let him.

‘’ This is Y/N, ‘’ Chepe smiles, chest puffed out, proud, ‘’ My favorite partner in crime. ‘’

Pacho’s eyes are back on you, not on Chepe, not on his hand on your back. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The air feels lighter, your fingers regain color around your glass. You let yourself fall back slightly into Chepe’s embrace, putting some of your weight on him. You share some stories about Pacho’s favorite clubs in New York, how you have to change entry port from now on after the last DEA bust, and how the margins are still going up even though.

‘’ You want another? ‘’ Chepe leans towards you, softly speaking the words in your ear, nodding to your empty cup,

‘’ I’d love that. ‘’ you say back, turning, nose almost catching his, ‘’ Maybe white this time, please? ‘’

‘’ Por supuesto, reina. ‘’

You don’t miss how Pacho’s eyes flicker back for a second on Chepe as he leaves. Pacho clears his throat, looking at you over his whiskey,

‘’ So, ‘’ he starts, ‘’ Favorite partner, favorite reina. ‘’

You nod, sending a smile his way, playful, trying to keep it civilized,

‘’ I’m his favorite lie detector too. I’m never wrong.‘’

Pacho laughs, thank god. He holds out his hand to you, and you put yours in his, giving it a nice shake,

‘’ You take care of him good? ‘’

His hand is firm in yours, he makes no move to withdraw, standing there, a step closer now. You get it then, why his handshake is so strong, why his eyes are sharp and serious, menacing. Brotherhood.

‘’ I do. ‘’ you stand your ground, hand unmoving, arm strong and chin up, ‘’ As he does to me. ‘’

He lets go of your hand as he turns to discard his drink, switching it for two champagne glasses that he swiftly takes from a nearby waiter,

‘’ Good. Good.‘’

You watch him look around, almost bored, unimpressed by all the festivities. Pacho takes a sip first, nodding in approval before holding up the second flute toward you for you to grab,

‘’ You know what I think, Y/N? ‘’

He smiles at you, knowing, sincere. He toasts the rim of his glass against yours, making a stream of bubbles burst from the bottom,

‘’ I think you and I will do great things around here. ‘’

#chepe x reader #chepe santacruz x reader #narcos fanfiction #narcos imagine #narcos colombia imagine #narcos imagines #a trip to France and half a school year later #almost sold my kidney for this one #enjoy

[miss-latam-sexy-tournament]

Round 1

Show results / I'm not latine but I like the chisme

Juan del Diablo is the male lead from the telenovela "Corazón Salvaje", he lived as a pirate and fell in love with the broken hearted high-society lady he made a deal with to take revenge on both their exe's. He is canonically, Mexican.

José "Chepe" Fortuna is the male lead from the telenovela "Chepe Fortuna" he has humble beginnings and is often discriminated against because of it. He dreams of becoming mayor so he can help his community, and he too falls in love with a high-society girl. He is canonically, Colombian.

#tournament poll #juan del diablo #telenovelas #chepe fortuna #corazón salvaje #round 1 #poll tournament #Miss sexy latam tournament

[chepevision]

#costa rica #street #san jose #chepe #mascarada

[narcolini]

Waiting Red

isabella x chepe, vampire AU, 600 words, no warnings for day 1 of narcoctober: someone i've never written before, in an AU i've never attempted a/n: just a small one to kick off @narcosfandomdiscord 's october event!!!!

He stood, too early and too keenly, as she approached the main door. She was easy to spot through the restaurant windows, of course. Easy to spot at any distance, in any crowd, which might have been an undead thing, but could just as easily have been an Isabella thing. She doesn’t catch your eye, she compels it, a talent she seemed to have mastered long before she took the bite—Chepe assumes, anyway, because it can do a lot of things, but it can’t do that. 

He couldn’t hear what she said to the front of house, but it was enough to make the sallow boy blush. Enough to make him forget his job, which was supposed to include directing her to their waiting table. Her to him. Lioness to wilful prey. Chepe fidgeted behind his chair, both hands gripping the plush back of it. 

Come on. 

She glanced at him. 

Get it over with. 

The blushing idiot waved a hand in Chepe’s direction, and then they began, him first, with Isabella behind, towards him. He’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t nervous then. If he said he wasn’t regretting the whole meeting, as he did every time they met, every meal, every feed. Every plea. 

But like always, it came too late. She was already there, looking at him, and he had already  tied every knot, every loose end, incase this was the time she said yes. 

God, how he fucking hoped she said yes. 

When they reached the table, the server bowed, not to him, but to her, which was the only thing that kept Chepe from laughing, before promptly leaving them. 

The sudden intimacy of it, the two of them alone, standing by a white-clothed table, did not pass by unnoticed. The heat crept into Chepe’s ears, the thrum deepened in the vein by his throat. They weren’t the only two diners, but they were the only ones that existed to him, just for that moment.One heart standing and staring at another, beating for the both of them.

‘You dressed up,’ was the first thing she said, as Chepe tucked her chair into place beneath her. ‘I’ve never seen you in a suit.’

Big night, he thought, saved it for something special, but he sat opposite without saying anything, because she’d warned him of that last time, of jumping the gun and expecting things too fast.

She cocked her head like she’d seen right through him, a smirk tempting the corners of her mouth. ‘Are you nervous, Chepe?’

‘Nervous?’ He laughed. ‘No, I’m not nervous.’

‘You’re used to taking women to places like this?’

‘I’m not used to taking women like you anywhere,’ he answered honestly.

That pleased her, and the smirk slipped out before she could dip her chin to hide it, hair sweeping from behind her ear to join in the effort.

It was moments like those that gave him hope. She wouldn’t have humoured him for so long, or deliberated so purposefully on his request, if he weren’t able to do that. To warm her cold skin, to trick her heart into shadowing a beat. Every time that they met and she still withheld an answer, she had given him enough to hold the line until next time, to keep on waiting for that eternal victory. 

‘Have you made your decision?’ he asked, before they’d even ordered drinks, or feigned an interest in the menu. ‘Will you have me?’

That’s what it came to, after all, one bite, one companion. From there until forever.

She smiled, red lips stretching. White fangs beneath. ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I think I will.’

#narcoctober #isachepe #isabella x chepe #ive not tagged many people cause i have no idea who wants this niche ive just invented kskskssk