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cositapreciosa · 1 year

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I’ve just rewatched narcos Mexico I love Mayo so much😭 Can I request something about him comforting his wife about the drama going on with tj like maybe this is just after he’s picked a side and she’s scared and worry about what will happen to him. I don’t know I’m just interested in mayo comfort vibe cause feel like I haven’t seen that on here!. Thank you! Hope your good🫶🏼

Burning bridges

Ismael 'El Mayo' Zambada x gn!reader, 2121 words

a single use of Y/N, drinking alcohol, wanting to kill someone, the usual for the show

a/n : Hope you're good too!! Sorry it took so long, but it's finally here !! He is so husband material look at him <3

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

You have been waiting for hours. Pacing back and forth in the living room, running to the window every time you would see headlights coming in from the street, licking the wallpaper and out the way just as fast. It is still not him, not his car, not even his men coming to tell you that he would be late. Ismael was supposed to be here on time, as usual, as he does most nights, but tonight he isn’t and you can’t help this feeling of helplessness from taking over your mind. His dinner is getting cold on the dinner table, fork and knife perfectly placed around the ceramic plate, you even made sure to pour some wine into his cup.

You know he works hard to keep the business afloat, to give you this roof and this food to put on the table. You also know what the business is, even though he doesn’t like to tell you all about it. There are nights when he does, confiding in you when he needs your opinions. It is usually when you are sitting outside, enjoying the backward after a long day, he would light himself a cigar and offer you a glass of that expensive wine that you like. I want to know what you think about this, he always says, adding something about how it impacts you too, in a way.

You know that the police caught Miguel Angel, that his plazas aren’t holding up after his trial. You also know that your husband is thinking about joining forces for once and going around the Arellano’s back. You are pacing the kitchen, pouring some more wine into a glass. It is bitter when it goes down your throat, a reminder that this is not a normal night, that he would have at least called you if he planned on coming back late. Maybe you should wrap up his plate and put it in the fridge for him later, warm it up when he eventually arrives. He has to. There is no other option, no world where someone rings the bell at this hour to let you know he wouldn’t. Your husband has to come home.

The cat is slithering in between your feet, all purrs and soft fur against your ankles, but you don’t have the heart to pet him back. Your wedding ring feels heavy on your finger, thoughts are battling in your head, you haven’t been this anxious in months. You have met the Arellanos before, at the oldest daughter’s wedding, a beautiful reception where Ismael happily paraded you around. You could read them well, that night, see how squared they hold their shoulders, how political the whole thing was. If they wanted to kill your husband they could, they just had to ask.

'' Y/N? ''

You scream, glass falling from your hand, shattering at your feet. You feel the liquid between your toes, ear the cat’s claw on the hardwood floor as it runs away. Ismael is in front of you, standing at the door, hat pushed up.

'' Ay Dios mio, Ismael. When did you get in?! I didn't hear you, how- ''

'' Don't move, okay? You'll cut yourself. ''

He moves to you, boots covered in mud. He looks tired, you can tell, with his sleeves rolled up, damp hair, you know he must have had a hell of a day.

'' I tried calling the warehouse, they didn't know where you were- damn it. ''

You hiss, raising your hand to grab at his shoulder as he nears, boots crunching on the shards of glass. Your toe starts to bleed, mixing with the wine covering the floor. He barely acknowledges your remark, pushing your un-asked question to the side. His hand comes up to your waist, caressing your side as it moves up, lifting you by the rib. You step carefully on his work shoes, naked toes meeting the leather as he turns on his heels, bringing you away from the mess.

'' I came through the garage. Didn't I tell you to lock it behind you, hm? ''

He does, every day before he leaves for work, every night before bed. His fingers are warm between your ribs and you can see him for the first time tonight. His shirt is dirty, mud you know you will have to scrub hard and long to get off. He is already looking at you when you meet his eyes, they are soft, tired, the skin creasing in between his brows. Your hand moves to his chest, where his heart is, caressing the shirt over his skin with your thumb.

'' I was... ''

Scared? Would that even be the right word? You were scared for him, for what it would entail for you after if anything were to happen. Anxious that there was nothing you could do to prevent this, only being able to stay home, cook eggs in the morning, soak his dirty shirts, and pour him whiskey in a cold glass when he eventually comes back. He gives you a small smile, one that barely pulls at his lips, lifting only on one side. I know, he wants to say, and you don’t feel like you have to end your sentence anymore.

He kneels in front of you, pressing his warm hand behind your thigh and then to the joint of your knee to lift your foot off the ground. You can feel his breath on your leg, the tip of his hat tickling your thigh.

'' You don't have to do this. You'll get blood all over your shirt. ''

He scoffs at the irony, pulling a handkerchief from his back pocket and pressing it to your toe, holding your heel with a firm hand when you inevitably jerk away from the pain. The cut is minimal, nothing a good bandaid wouldn’t fix, but the blood still runs on the side of your foot, staining the tissue red.

He looks up to you once again, you notice a scratch on his face that wasn’t there this morning.

'' They burned the boats. All of them. ''

He doesn’t say more, he doesn’t need to. You know who he is talking about, what they are doing and why. You sigh softly, leaning back on the counter behind you. You did tell him that Chapo’s offer was a good deal, that he should consider it, and now you have to stand here and listen to the consequences of it. Ones that you felt couldn’t touch you, ones you felt he would be protected enough not to deal with. He wasn’t even in on the deal yet, but they already came at him like he was.

'' I'm sorry, cariño. ''

It is sincere, you mean it. You know how hard he works at the dock, how many can count on his fleet for a fair wage, hopefully living the normal life he didn’t choose for himself. Maybe you were wrong to tell him to listen to Chapo, maybe making friends and alliances wasn’t a good idea after all. Your hand reaches for his hat, taking it off and discarded on the counter just as fast. Your fingers come back down, moving untamed curls back and away from his forehead, he leans into your touch, pressing his cheek into your palm.

'' I made you dinner, but you weren't coming home. ''

'' I know. ''

He sighs, forehead falling on your thigh. His moustache scratches your skin, his thumb caressing your ankle as he talks.

'' I should have called you. It's just- Everything was on fire. Pinche Arellanos. ''

You are playing with his curls again, fingertips untangling hair at the nape of his neck. There is nothing you can do to tame his anger, nothing to convince him to take a step back and think about it. You know your husband in and out, you know what is coming and there is nothing you can do to stop this.

'' I'll take it. '' He says, '' I'll find Chapo and I'll take the deal. I'll kill them for this. ''

His fingers are shaking against your ankles as he unwraps the handkerchief from your toe. It has stopped bleeding now, leaving a red mess and a small gash in its place.

'' What if they kill you first? ''

You whisper it, in the space between you, with his warm hand still on your foot, his eyebrows frowning at the words. You don’t mean this as a jab at his strength, at what he is able to do. You believe him when he says he will kill them, you have watched him come home with blood on his shirt that he never cared to explain, taking out guns from hiding places you didn’t even know existed.

'' Do you think I would let this happen? '' He continues. '' I won't. ''

'' That is not what I'm saying, Ismael. I'm just- ''

Your voice breaks, you can’t hide it and you know he heard it. He raises up, pushing off his knees, his hand trailing your leg until he rests it on your waist. You can smell what is left of his perfume, see the speckles of green in his eyes. You know he is waiting for you to say more.

'' I worry. I worry so much for you. ''

He closes his eyes at that. You know he knows, that he can see you biting at the skin around your nails, that you never go to sleep if he is not in bed with you. He feels guilty, even when you tell him it’s fine, even on those nights when you actually mean it at times.

'' Every night your dinner gets cold, I always think- '' You sob, you can’t help it. Your throat is tight, you can’t breathe, '' This is it, and I'm just waiting and waiting and I- ''

'' Hey. Hey. '' His other hand is on your cheek now, pressing you to him, keeping you unbelievably closer. '' Respira hondo, amor. ''

He is shushing you, mouth in your hair, your nose in his neck. You can feel the metal of his wedding band, cold on your skin as his fingers wipe the tears off your cheek. You finally take a deep breath, for him, because he wants you to.

'' Please be careful, Ismael, I don't know what I would do if you don't come home. ''

It comes out fast, stumbling over words and shaky breaths. You are gripping at his shirt, creasing the fabric between your fingers. In a weird way, it feels like if you were to let him go, right now, tonight, he wouldn’t come back at all.

'' Don't say that, amor, '' His voice breaks on the last word and he brings you closer, breathing in your scent, hand cradling your cheeks, '' Don't say that. I fight every day to come back to you. I always do. ''

You know he is hiding in your hair so he doesn’t have to face you, tell you that even if he tries, faith is something he can’t control. No amount of soldiers or money could give him this power. You let him lull you, ease those thoughts in your head. Maybe they will be back tomorrow, during dinner when it once again inevitably goes cold on his side of the table, but you let him keep them at bay for now, tucked in his arms, lips moving against your hair, promises after promises.

En lo próspero y en lo adverso, en la salud y en la enfermedad.

Ismael holds you tighter that night. You know he is not sleeping and he probably knows that you aren’t either, but you enjoy it, his presence, his chest against your back. The feeling of his breath on your neck, his warm hands sprawled across your stomach. Your toe is still throbbing, a bitter reminder of what happened, of what is to come, because it will, and there is nothing you can do to stop this. He whispers in your ear.

'' I'll end this. '' Them, he actually means. '' Whatever happens, I'll come home. '' Whoever.

You can only believe him, believe that he would, and you do. Your fingers intertwine around his, pressing a gentle kiss on his knuckles, bruised and scared from all his hard work. I believe you, you tell him, I’ll be here when you come back. He smells like soap, an aftertaste of cigar, his fingers ghosting under your ribs.

For better or for worse, in sickness and in health.

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thesolotomyhan · 2 years

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ismael “el mayo” zambada nsfw alphabet

a/n: there will be one day when i will stop loving him but today is not that day nor is it near because his stupid ass smile gets me everytime and i hate it and him y me enamoro mas cada vez i cry but here it is i hope you guys enjoy this because this is def one of my favorite things ive written

warnings: nsfw, p*rn whatever you want to call it but holy sh*t this mf is 7.6k words long, lmaoooo get comfortable mis bebes (the word count keeps going up everytime i write a new one lol)

a-aftercare (what theyre like after sex)

hasta tiemblo thinking about it all because while i feel like he isnt that into it,, he would make an exception for you :( like let me explain before you blow up on me ,,, because ive always kind of pictured him as someone who could give less of a fuck about how the other person feels? he’s just there to be egoistic if he has ever had anyone before you and i just,,,, i picture him flipping all of his values and own rules right tf upside down when he meets you :) and it definitely applies to aftercare :) because i feel like before you,,he wouldnt seem to care enough to even try it,, its out the window on sight, but of course :) when he meets you :) his chula :) he starts to lean more into the idea of aftercare and i have kind of two ideas/ways it can go,, because i can def see him being like the prepared one ? like he would have almost all of your necessities on the nightstand right next to you so all he has to do is reach over and hand it to you, just being the type that’s prepared as in him not wasting a second if he even senses you need something,,, because he’s getting up and getting it for you or secondly i can see him being the type of being more of a guy that when you both come,, after a long session,, him just draping his body down on top of you,, letting you tiredly run your hands through his hair and back,,, him lightly feathering you in kisses on your shoulder just basking in the little aftershocks your body does post-orgasm,,, and just giving you a small kiss to your collarbone,, cocky smile on his face but with a light glint in his eyes ,, and just moving to lay beside you,, pulling your body on top of his ,, moving your head under his chin and on his chest while he caresses your back, kissing the top of your head like “estas bien?” as he holds you to him,, just wanting to make sure youre ok but of course if you even think about asking him about getting something for you,, his ass is just placing one last kiss on your shoulder :)) giving you a small “ey” and moving to get up to get whatever you asked for :))) te trata como reina pues :) and i cry to that sorry i am an easy bitch to please

b-body (favorite body part)

i could go all day long giving you guys the human anatomy and why its his favorite part because he would love everything about you but ill just settle and give you all this piece of information because,,,, legs,, legs,,, tus piernas hermosas mis reinas,,, hear me out alright,,, because whether is the way they look when you’re walking or :) him placing his hand on your thighs when your both seated next to eachother at some dinner party,, the way they look underneath a flow-y sundress or when youre rolling up stockings on your legs if you like those ,,, or :) when he has you spread out by your thighs for him,, or even him holding them when hes thrusting into you,, but i can just sense he would at least have some sort of fixation with your legs im sorry i only enforce the rules here because for a quick detour off of nsfw,,, i just see him somehow always gravitating towards them for some reason,,, like i mentioned maybe its when youre both at some party, dinner in some fancy place or whatever,, but when youre both sitting at a table,, him having your chair right bumped up next to his to have you close :) i can just see him (and i fall in love i swear) when i imagine him placing his hand on your thigh :) perhaps letting his fingers gently massage you there or just hold your inner thigh if he wants to and maybe its just so he can at least touch some part of you in a normal pda matter or maybe its because he just loves the feeling of them you know? or something else i can imagine,, is when hes at home with you after he just got there after being out on the boats all day,,, you giving :) him his plate :) para que come :) (domesticity i cry) but him loving to have you sit on his lap :) while he tells you about his day :) as he eats :) fuck im sorry but that shine in his eyes coming up on his face and brightening it all up everytime he looks upon you :(( one of his hands would be holding you by your thighs so you dont slip off ,, as he lets his thumb gently caress the side of your leg hnng can you guys tell im shaking ? or to add one last example for you guys and be domestic because im soft for shit like this,, but imagining :( him being on the couch with your legs propped up on his lap, and him absentmindedly just running his hand over your soft skin,, maybe youre both just watching whatevers on the television while hes talking to you but for some reason i love the image of how he doesnt stop his hands from running all over your legs as he looks at you in some lovesick smile,, tugging you by your legs so you can almost straddle him if you want but it’s such a soft moment if you can imagine it and ugh sorry to spill what i just said

but ooooOH of course i couldnt move on just yet because that just wouldnt be fair now would it,, and to start off my little adventure here,, im formally apologizing once again because i just have to bring up the sundress again because you wearing sundresses around this mf when he has this problem of not being self controlling of himself around you when he sees you either a) all dolled up and b) by showing off and your legs :) its a dangerous fuvking game youre playing but nothing beats the sight of you walking out of your shared bedroom wearing a sundress to wherever hes at in the house or when :) you come out :) by his boat :) to give him lonche :) because the way this mf would straight up from the start of seeing you zone in on your legs,, teasing ass smile and look he would be giving you as he gets up and heads towards you :) moving his arms around you :) planting a kiss on your lips and just running his hands down your body just kills me and not to kill the build up but i just know he would live for the sight of :) seeing your sundress all bunched up around your waist,, but it keeps falling down and covering your upper thighs when he fucks up into you when he has you propped up against something :) like the desperate kind of sex you know? where he would have his hand gripping your hip,, bringing the lower part of your sundress up so he can hold it with that same hand just so its out of the way,, and he can be able to see your pussy swallow him full, but with the way your body bounces after every thrust,, your dress keeps falling back down :) which only makes him :) groan out and pump into you rougher and rougher,, your breasts spilling out from the top part of your dress :))) im sorry and just one last detail,,, but of course in our old fashioned missionary :) he would just love to continuously hold your legs apart by your thighs everytime you try to close them around him when he thrusts into you :) just loving to hold onto the underside of your thighs and press them back into your chest as he continues to plow into you :) not sure if he wants to focus on the way your becoming more and more delirious as he pushes his cock into you while he holds your legs open for him :) or the way youre entire body bounces along with every thrust he does :)) or :) cuando te hace el amor :) the way i imagine him basically having his body draped over you,, one of your arms placed on his back as you hold onto him,, your other hand holding onto the back of his neck where it meets his hair :) the both of you messily trying to kiss but both of your heavy breathing interrupting the two of you :) him having one os his hands holding one of your legs,, hiking it further up up so you can rest it around his torso :) as he slowly but roughly pumps into you :))) hnnng wow

c-cum (anything to do with cum)

finish anywhere? yeah anywhere,,, both outside and inside of you ,, this man does not care nor discriminate as long as you make/allow him to come :) and mainly my strongest point for this reasoning is because i imagine he would have some sort of self control/awareness when he fucks you, like how do i say this,,, te tiene respeto to be front about it,, like if you make it known you don’t want him to cum inside of you he has that shit sitting in the back of his mind while he’s deep inside of you no matter how pussy drunk you have him, he’s able to hold himself back you know? :))) but ofc if you don’t mind :) or if it’s ok with you :) he would absolutely love the feeling of coming inside of you :) as your squeezing around him :))) ,, being able to see the sight of his cum dripping out of your soft pussy :) but that’s just me :)

d-dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

ok lets start off with something- it’s something about him that gives me voyeriusm and im not talking about him outright fucking you in front of someone sitting 2 inches away that’s able to see the whole thing, so no dont look at me like that and stop thinking about that because what i mean by that is he basically likes you to be as loud as you want when he fucks you, i think i talked about this before but i think he would not give a second thought/f*ck if there’s people or his guys in the house/around when he’s fucking you,, instead it boosts his ego towards the roof that he can coax you to produce so many noises that it’s too hard for you to keep quiet which just in turn makes him get an even cockier attitude to those around him,(omg please dont get me started on the thought of him having the most dirtbag look in his eyes,, cocky attitude plastered high onto his fucking forehead if he does this prior and knowing he would have some bum associate / one of his men needing to get him some information,, and they walk into the house and your high pitched moans are the first thing they hear :) and not long after :) his ass coming down :) clearly fucking sex drunk from you :) but ready for business talk while you rest up in the bedroom :) hngg) , im not sure if theres a specific name for this,, but thats basically what i think would be his “dirty secret”,, because he would never outright voice it out loud to you that you being as loud as you want while others are around gets him going,, he kind of just encourages you to do it for him during the deed you know? you just unknowingly indulge him you feel?

e-experience (is he experienced or not?)

soo just to check in with everyone once again and make sure we’re all on the same page as i am ? we have all seen the cocky fuvkin attitude this man carries right? how egoistic he can be at times?? thats the type of vibe i always seem to pick up whenever i rewatch any of his scenes ,, right ok,,, so it just makes sense ?? that this man has had his fair share of viejas ,, but with no feelings tied to any of them?and i know we don’t actually openly see him with anyone throughout s3,,, but damn it’s just the aura i get from him that makes me believe hes medio usado , for the streets,, thats the big thing here that i see him as being ,,, like especially that saying he’s always going on about ? “es que me gusta ser mi propio patron” head ass - that in itself just ties the knot for me on him since for me it means that this man is his own self , hes independent ,, and does not give a single fuck about anyones feelings besides his socios because that’s a whole different page ok? pero tu? su reina?? HIS CHULA?? the one who turned his whole sappy love life upside fuckin down in an instant and made him feel things hes never felt before ? yeah goodbye ,,he lays everything down for you if you even think of it because te trata como his reina del imperio, wow sorry to steer off of our main topic here but yeahh hes had his experience reached to a good level :) so he would :) definitely :) know the best :) way to get you on edge :) stimulate you right off the bat :) and just,, be a quick learner as soon as he catches up on what exactly you like,, he can just pick up on anything :) and :)) know like an expert on the first second :) where you like to be touched and held :)

f-favorite position

my god- i feel like i could come up with so many different scenarios for each different position i can think about for him because i feel like hes open to a lot of them and i feel like he for sure likes more than 1 position and i just cant definitively pinpoint the number 1 favorite because hes open to it all sorry ,, but ohh this will be fun ,, i know i could easily list missionary because WOW right? so what sue me im a simple creature and i just love the thought of this position with mayo,, because you cant lie and tell me its not one of the most intimate positions because for 1. its a great position for the both of you guys to see the other in such an close space and 2) this mf,, mi mayo,, will make this position feel like anything other than missionary when the mood is set right like :) bending your legs until they almost reach your chest (like bending you right in f*vkin half ) or as far apart as your legs can go or him wrapping both of your legs around his waist,, the upper part of body still laying back on the bed and him just pumping into you just so he can get that angle and hit it over and over again inside of you,, him being able to see your entire body react in time with each snap of his hips into you or the way you arch into him when he drags his hand down the front of your body,, :) gripping onto your bouncing breasts as he slams into you,,, his eyes being able to see the way you would roll your eyes back into your head,, the pretty moans of his name spilling past your lips as you just helplessly lay there,, your hands not knowing if they want to grip the bedsheets every time he roughly thrusts back into your sopping pussy or if they want to dig into the skin on his chest to let out some of your frustrations as tears form in your eyes,, god im just hnng- and to not end things here,, maybe sometimes :) this position can move into something like :) him moving your legs to fully wrap around his waist,,, his hands moving under your back and pushing you up so your kind of sitting up with him :))) one of your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders :) your other hand planting itself onto his bicep (hnng can you just imagine the way his shoulders and biceps would be fuvkin flexing as he holds you) :) digging your nails into him while that same arm of his is holding onto your ass,, helping you bounce along with his thrusts :) his other hand is just dragging itself up and down your back :) you throwin your head back from the new angle hes pumping into you from :)) him moving his head down towards your bouncing breasts,, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples,, :) your moans becoming louder and louder as he rapidly pumps into you,, your hand thats around his shoulders coming to tangle into his hair, making him groan into you and making his grip on your ass become tighter, :) slamming yor hips down onto his pelvis :) the both of you trying to kiss the other but you cant help but spill out your whines and squeeze around him as you look down on him - wow ok um ill just leave this -

but again of course , im adding in a bit more because i have a feeling one of you guys might attack me if i leave it as i have this because missionary might be too simple so here para que no se me enojen because something else i feel like he would do is spooning :)) like in the mornings :) morning sex to be exact:))) where he would have your back to his chest :) essentially spooning you to him,,, one of his arms under you and being able to hold your breasts or travel up and hold your neck :) his other hand is holding one of your legs up :) so he can slide into you repeatedly easier, your soft moans mixing in with the sounds of his cock pumping into your slick pussy filling the room up, one of your hands would be reaching behind you :) and holding onto his hair when you feel him pepper kisses onto your neck :) you turning your head back occasionally to meet his mouth with your own,, hnng his hand thats on your breast :) moving to tweak your hardened nipple :)) his other hand that was supporting your leg, traveling down :) to your swollen clit :) wetly rolling it in between his fingers,, smiling against you when you break away from his lips to toss your head back,, your moans spilling out like the air you breathe :) and with the pinshe vista of mazatlan in front of you both :) i cant oh go- but also not me wanting to imagine how i know he would love to have you in that position, you know with your back to his chest but sitting up :) reverse cowgirl :))) but with this mirror thats propped up in front of you in your bedroom instead of the vista :) the thought of you being able to fully see how your pussy can take him full,, your breasts perfectly bouncing on time every time he thrusts up into you,, him holding your legs open :) one of his fingers :) playing with your clit :) and you being able to see his eyes :) through the mirror :) as you scrunch your face up from pleasure and how stimulating youre feeling from both the feeling of him and the view :)) hearing him groan out behind you when he feels you flutter around him :) and you throwing your head back against his shoulder,, his fingers just applying more and more pressure as he snaps his hips from roughly up into you,, him sucking little hickies onto your shoulder and along your neck :) praising you :) and just saying something like “su puta madre- mirame mi reina” wanting you to look back at him through the mirror :) im- him just encouraging you until you deliriously look up again only to lose all common sense and thought when you see him, again through the mirror,, and feel him and watch him :)) spread your pussy lips apart with his fingers :)) exposing yourself even more to him as he thrusts his cock up into your slick heat , an mesmerized look in his eyes as he watches you react :) small smirk on his face when he sees you scrunch your eyebrows together, you keening back into him again and im so sorRY woW

g-goofy (is he more serious or more humerous during the moment?)

i see him not being too serious but not too goofy ya feel me ? i would say he’s definitely fuckin cocky all the time and there might be times he makes the both of your dreamily sex drunk minds smile lazily at eachother because of something he let slip out of his mouth or something,, but it’s all definitely heartfelt almost and in the moment passion, but never too much goofy-ness? it’s just right

i-intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

intimacyyy,, when it comes to you,,,,,, i def can see him leaning into his more intimate side ,, being so much more intimate than he would be with anyone else that exists in the world , eres special for him, especially if your relationship with him has gone on for a good while it just cranks it up even more,, i feel like other than him wanting to ruin you and see you walk funny for the next week which makes him get that even cockier attitude with everyone else,, it’s definitely something special for him to be able to let his walls down for once with you by being intimate and be able to tell you physically el nomas es para tu, and nothing will ever change that now, and so i feel like there will be days maybe specifically on some special occasion where he takes things slow for once and shows you how much he really does love you and how whipped you have him just to remind you where he stands with you :( because again as much as he tries to act all egoistic, it’s a drastic difference when it comes to you on the daily and he definitely tries to let you know that intimally when he can and doesn’t want to make you cockdumb-

j-jack off (does he jack off? how often etc)

ok,,, so sure maybe before you i could see him having his own time to himself and all,it’s definitely crossed his mind ,, but it wouldn’t be excessive nor it it be a regular occurrence ,, i have a feeling like before you it was more of little to none,, and i say that because i feel like he’s always so busy with his boat and negocios and all that that i feel like he wouldn’t take the time off to have time for himself, ? if you get what i mean ? but he’s definitely done it once or twice but it’s rare you know? i feel like he’d rather find some other method - or someone iykyk what i mean by that but when you do waltz into his life,, i just see him keeping the same vibe? he never / very rarely on the 0.01% does it because he has you now ,, you get his needs done and over-the-topped with so he sees no other method that can do that for him which includes even his own fist, so i see him as someone would would rather wait for any and all urges he may have until he has you with him, he doesn’t care for jacking off by himself

k-kink (one or more of their kinks)

hnnng i have already made a whole ass kink list for him so its tough for me to think of something else so I’ll just give you all this because listen, bondage,,, ,,\listen listen,,, mayo works on boats right,, its his front to cover up what he really does but hes continuously always working on his boat catching camarones,,, and we’ve seen him work on nets right? now im only reading the rules off to you guys so dont look at me because you cant tell me he doesnt know or at least an expert in tying knots because wow,, i just know he knows some special shit and if youre open to it :) best believe hes going to know the best way to tie you up :)) while he gets to fuck you :))) just- its such a sight for him to see you struggling :) not a single way for you to wiggle away from him :) when he has you spread out for him :) him chuckling when he gets you so desperate for him when he opens your legs for him,, slowly and agonizly thrusting his cock into you,, this thumb ghosting over your clit so him not giving you any buildup whatsoever even though youre throbbing around him,, the only thing you can really do as youre helplessly laying there is whine out to him,, trying to thrust your own hips up into him for any release while he just gives you the cockiet smirk ever and i cant do this byeE im about to -

l-location (favorite places to do the deed)

to be simple,,, i can always see him being intimate and doing the deed at home, probably even at almost any damn surface you can find hes probably had his way with you,, but best yet in your own shared room,, because only then does he actually 100% know no one is going to walk in and see what only he should be able to see ? he could care less how loud you want to be when youre both going at it at in your bedroom because as long as no one sees your body hes great,, i feel like he definitely likes the idea of privacy because then :) he can do as he pleases with you :) with no rush which is just fan-fucking-tastic for him, you know like take his time, and have his fun with you and the same for you,, its just a safe space basically for you both do to whatever you please,,, but obviously besides the comfort and “freedom” of your own shared bedroom which i feel 98% everything happens in there because its a place for sure no one can bother the two of you as ive said,, but :) i did mention “voyeuristic” vibes to an extent right ? wellll >:) i see no problem with him taking risks as hed like with you,,, loving to see the sight of either you or him whoever took the initiative to see the other crumble and try to be as quiet as possible so no one gets the clear idea of what you two are doing :) like he for sure has done it on his boat with you :),, at a party in some random but private place, but not private enough that either of you can make too much noise :) but yeah,, i can see him doing to do really almost any location if youre down, but leaning on the latter he likes doing it at home :)

m-motivation (what motivates them)

what gets him going? in all honesty, it does not take much for him when it comes to you,, something ive always pictured and imagined when it comes to him and getting him in the mood is the way you could look at him in a certain way and he’s forgetting whatever task hes at hand with and giving you his full attention,, or :) if you’re looking to get him all the way in until he’s making sure to absolutely ruin you by the first round is if you tease him, and you can definitely go down the road of wearing something skimpy and just going from there,, but it can also be you being more atrevida , giving him looks :) touching him “innocently” :) and then leaving him alone for the next hour like you didn’t just acknowledge him :) , so it takes little to no effort really to get him going,, he’s always down for you

n-no (something he wont do)

would hate to share you,, thats it,, or even the simple fact that someone looks at you for far too long/eating you up with their eyes you know? and yeah i feel like it goes for everyone because i keep seeing this pattern i do for this letter but its true, and it definitely applies to mayo here because he seems like the type to get bothered so quick he just doesn’t like to voice it or let it notice, and he just doesn’t ever like to admit he gets jealous to say the least on simple terms,, because i can just picture when some bum is eyeing you up or when someone is trying to talk you up into a more than friendly way,, this man would be lowkey throwing the harshest glare known to man at whoever is trying to take your time, his jaw starting to clench up,, and just trying to scoot you as close as possible to him just to quietly make it known your accompanied,, and i shit you not he probably starts to get a little more pda thrown out there like holding your hand, pecking the side of your head, maybe squeezing you tighter against him in the most nonchalant way to make sure you don’t get the hint he’s starting to get bothered,, lol and if you turn to look at him,, he’s back to normal, as cool as a cucumber and giving you a soft smile, and ugh him giving you an even bigger smile if you lean in to kiss him, boosting his attitude even more and once you turn around again, his fucking anger comes back but directed at whoever’s in front of you until he makes them uncomfortable heh, not wanting to descalate things into bigger shit because he doesn’t want that kind of attention you know? he kind of knows how to keep himself in check enough to not cause chaos ;) hnnnng but if you do :) try to push his buttons :) and entertain whoever it is :) is trying to talk you up :) best know the jealous sex :) is going to hit different :)) because he hates the idea of you being anyone else’s but his and i stand by my case :))))

o-oral (is he into oral? giving? recieving?

both he is both go ahead and try to change my opinion turned fact,,, because give him the time,, and the view of you spreading your legs for him with the most atrevida look on your face and he’s already on his knees in front of you,, with his hands holding your legs even more open for him, dragging your body down to his face so he has better access,,,, his face pushed into your heat as his tongue spreads your folds,, just lapping you up through your soaked lips,, pushing :) his tongue into you, it has his fucking nose bumping your clit everytime he moves,,, im,, :) ugh him never moving his eyes away from your face, his smirk being hidden away from your folds, picking his pace up eveytime you look down at him through half-lidded eyes,, him grunTinG into you when your hands tangle into his hair and pull with fistfulls,,the vibrations from his muffled grunts shaking you through your core,, you cant help but lift your hips up :) to grind against his face him :) moving one of his hands down to spread your folds apart for him :) so he can focus on your clit with his mouth :)) wrapping his arms around your thighs so you cant move your hips so much against him :) just :)sucking your clit into his mouth :) not letting any of your slick go to waste :))) your moans and his name coming off of your lips higher each time it only encourages him to hold you in place for him even more until hes satisfies with how he leaves you :) hnng ,, going down on you would for sure bring him as much pleasure as you would be feeling :)

and ofc he is never one to ever turn down from receiving when it comes to you :)) seeing you on your knees is just a sight for him to enjoy way too much,, seeing your lips that he loves so much :) wrapped around his cock willingly :) ugh bye,,, , your eyes becoming teary as you look up at him,, some tears managing to run down your cheeks but him wiping them away as he grunts out watching you , mesmerized ,,, just you pushing his cock all the way into your mouth as much as you can fit :) until you gag on him :)) one of your hands is prettily resting at the base of his crotch :) and your other braced on his upper thigh :)) his hand is tangled into your hair to control the speed :) im- him throwing his head back slightly when you hollow your cheeks :) and he cant help but thrust his hips gently and gradually to meet the bobs of your mouth against him :) SoRry i just- ok

p-pace (is he slow and sweet? or fast and rough?)

oh my god ,,,, he is the type to give those slow, deep and rough strokes one minute but then absolutely jackhammer into you it has your body bouncing uncontrollably you have to blindly bring your hand down to hold some part of him because he could easily switch in a second to either pace,, so i want to say both,, because for one scenario,, like regular sex ? i feel like he has a buildup going on with him,, like como te digo,,, even on nights when hes fast and rough with you,, in the very beginning, when he first slides into you,, he starts slow and sensual you know? and then he just gradually builds his pace up from there until he starts pounding you into the bed you forget even what day of the week it is, and i feel like this type of sex is happening 95% of time you both take,, because i mean he loves seeing you go cockdumb ok,,, but ofc i can see him being slow and sensual sometimes, usually i can see it for when its a special occasion maybe, and he wants to make it special and vulnerable,, hacerte el amor pues,, so he’ll do slow and deep thrusts but his thrusts would still make you shake every time he bottoms out fully in you,, his hips rubbing against your pubic mound it makes you roll your eyes back wow :),, but hes a mix of both,, just leaning a bit more into rough and fast

q-quickie (is he into quickies?)

while i see him loving to drag any and all time he has for you ,, it doesn’t mean he wont push quickies out of the picture,,, while i feel like he wouldnt rely too much on quickies because he prefers the buildup without the rushing,, sometimes the ganas to have you are too much for him to patiently wait until he gets home to you,, so quickies are something the both of you might do if either 1) the teasing you both do to eachother become too much at some party or something so he takes you to the nearest secluded spot to release some tension,, or 2) it might be something where when the business starts to take off and hes not home all the time as he would like to be with you,, and quickies might bridge those gaps like early morning showers together for example :) or a quick morning sex thing just so youre both content for the time being but other than that, he definitely makes it all up in the end when time is available, he just uses quickies for when either of you break out in public :) or when things get tight

r-risk (does he take risks? experiments?)

would take risks in like the air he breathes ,,yes he’s all for it to be honest,, some of the ways i can see him taking such risks would be like car sex :) or maybe in some coat closet at some boring party,, :))) or up against the wall somewhere secluded enough but still running the risk someone curios enough to round the corner if they hear something could catch the two of you :)) i kind of explained it a bit earlier but i feel like he would definitely like the feeling of the rush/adrenaline that someone could walk around the corner or something and find you both in the middle of it,, going hard,,, because its really something about it (if he began it first) to see you try to hold yourself together as he has you up against the wall of some place, your hands palming and gripping onto his clothed back and shoulders as he thrusts up into you,, the overwhelming sensation of his hips snapping up into you in a rush, his hands grasping your legs and ass under this dress you you would have as he holds you up,, his face buried in between your neck that youre not sure if its to muffle himself from grunting too loudly if its for him to pepper kisses and bite into your skin to try and get some noise out of you just because hes feeling cocky :) and he wants to see you struggle even further than you are right at that moment and wow- but best believe the roles could most definetly switch if youre up for it :) maybe you giving him head :) because he was bored at some party you both would be at :) and what better way for you to help him with his problem by giving him a distraction :) his hand thats grabbing ahold of your hair struggling to not mess your hair up too much,, him struggling to hold his groans in and he just cant help himself but slowly thrust into your mouth when he hears you slightly gag on him :) hnng sorry im just enforcing it upon you guys that yeah hes down for taking risks no matter the place if youre comfortable enough :))

s-stamina (how long can he last?)

i want to say that i imagine he can go pretty far,, :)) he loves the sight of you having aftershocks after sex from both the intensity and time he took with you,, so i just have to say his stamina is definitely up there somewhere enough so he can fullfill that promise and sight for the both of you,, and he’s never one to turn you down whatsoever no matter what, so if you even ask him either verbally or con tus ojitos hes signing his name down to take care of anything for you and your pleasure,, he definitely vows to some secret shit that he wants to make every orgasm he makes you have to be better than the last, so he gets his stamina in check for you

u-unfair (how often does he tease?)

ok so again,, i just know he getss a kick out of it when he hears how desperate you can get for him,,(like the foreplayyyy my guys im telling you all,, because the build-up from him getting you to your breaking point before he even gets to fuck you fully is just my absoulte favorite palete sorry,, but anyways,,, i feel like he has a thing for when hes continuously teasing you,, and then giving into you but backing away all together when he feels youre about to cum,, and just the way your moans and breaths come out quicker,, the way your body might seem more sensitive and reactive to either his hand lightly traveling over your body pleases him to no extent, he loves the whole package of teasing alright ,,

but im sorry to add in that i also love the idea of you teasing him back :) like if you wear clothing thats barely covering you at all and not giving him any attention so much it gets him desperate for you is just ugghhh or when youre encabronada at him for some stupid shit he mightve pulled to get him on your nerves and if he doesnt see any wrong in whatever he did :) you just playing along with him when youre at your point,, indulging him in things like making out with him, wearing lingerie perhaps :)),,, maybe youre on top of him when hes leaned back on your shared bed frame ready to get ready to go to sleep but you have other plans :) like you starting to grind your hips down onto his :) building him up until hes heavily breathing against you,, his grip on your hips rock hard as you lean down to kiss him :) your hand coming in between you both,, under his pants, :))))) beginning to palm his hard on and getting him built up even more as you pump him in your hand,, and just when hes on the verge of coming :) you stopping everything and just getting up :) giving him this fake smile as he looks up at you all drunk but confused on why you stopped until you remind him that youre mad at him :) and youre not giving him the satisfaction of releasing :))) y that you want him sleeping on the couch for the rest of the week as you move to get yourself ready for bed,, acting like he doesnt even exist at the moment lol,, ayy you literally make him get blue balls and i laugh he probably wont ever do any dumb shit after all of this to be honest but i just love the thought of you teasing him back to the full extent as well :)

v-volume (is he loud while doing it?)

his volume,,, i dont see him doing a lot or overboard for that matter,, what i picture coming from him are groans and grunts ? but only for you to hear, so he’s either always grunting into your skin when he’s thrusting into you repeatedly or groaning in your ear when he feels you scratch down his back and shoulders or :) when he feels you tighten around him as he snaps his hips into yours :) or something else that falls under volume is the way he will whisper/lowly speak shit to you or praise you :) ,, just letting it be known to you how good you’re making him feel and all :))) and when it comes to you, ive said it before and i still stand by it he lives and breathes for volume / noises coming from you :) it makes him know he’s doing shit right if he’s coaxing you to make those noises for him :) and it only boosts his encouragement/ego if he hears you go louder :)))

w-wild card (something random)

i am currently screaming because im reading off of my little brainstorming list of ideas i have for him , dont look at me,, and i cant choose,, i want to share them all but ofc this whole work is long enough so let me just focus on one thing here because get this ,, i was originally going to add this into his nsfw headcanon i wrote a while back but i chickened out and scribbled it out in my final draft but it’s always been on the back of my mind and everytime i come to add something down on mayos ideas/left over writing, it’s one of the first fucking things i see which :) is cockwarming , now hold on let me tell you something because you know how i keep saying that i feel like he loves to see you lose your common sense by the seconds if hes teasing you or just building you up ? :) c*ockwarming is one of those traits :) because hes inside of you,, filling you to the brim as he :) perhaps :))) has you on top of him,, while hes slouched back :) youre just fluttering around him, your nails digging into his clothed chest/shoulders ,, him not wanting you to move or grind against him :) he just wants you on top of him with his cock inside of you,, and if you do try to move him :) him stopping you by gripping your hips,, :) quieting your whimpers :) by kissing you :)) whispering soft praises into you hnng im sorry i cant or something else i can picture thats somewhat differently is when he has you in bed,, and it happens during foreplay,, right before hes going to fuck you,, like :))) maybe him pushing your final button by sliding into you,, but stopping once hes all the way in you and staying there,, :) distracting you by kissing your lips :) and when you slightly buck your hips up into his to like signal him youre ready :) him coming to hold your hips down towards the bed in a harsh grip :) so you cant move :),, him leaning his body back so he can see you fully, youre eyes half closed, mouth open with small pants coming out from the pressure of his cock filling you all the way :)))) him just pushing his cocky side of his attitude out that he has by bringing one of his thumbs to massage circles onto your clit :)) wanting to see how he can make you moan this way without pumping into you :) just filled completely by him only and feeling your warmth wrapped around him wow ok

y-yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

probably average to high?? and i say that because i feel like his yearning is definitely always sitting on the back of his mind simply because i can picture him always wanting or needing to touch/hold some part of you when he has you near him and i dont know if it’s because he’s whipped for you so much he just needs to feel you next to him :) or if maybe he likes having that security sense that he has you close to him in case something goes sideways and he can protect you but it might be both,, so i feel like all of that definitely transfers to his yearning/sex drive to say the least since i feel like he’s always down for whatever as long as you give the green light to him,, because for example say his name once in the most neutral or even yet the softest tone ever and he’s internally turning into a puddle because it’s you his favorita mujer/tesoro de sus ojos that’s calling out to him and he’s dropping everything pendiente to see why you need him and :) if it’s you :) needing him :) or showing him a surprise :)))) of you wearing something :) his ass is 100% ready :) just imagine a light switch if you will when it comes to his yearning, he keeps it away when not needed but he’s ready to go once you say so :)

z-zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)

listen he won’t ever admit it,, but he turns into such a sap for you after sex, even if he’s cocky 99% of the time,, i know mi hombre like no other because you both were just being intimate with one another , even if he fucked you into no tomorrow but you both were literally at your most vurnable points he can’t help but literally let all of his walls down (not that he doesn’t already with you around ) but he feels like it’s his “duty” to make sure you’re alright and attended to ? so he definitely waits for you to fall asleep first, and in the meantime :) i can most definitely as i slam my hand down see him filling up the time in between you slowing down your heavy breaths to the time you fall asleep by just holding you against him, your head just on his chest as he wraps his arm around your shoulders,, saying the most random shit it would have you softly giggling against him, ugh him planting soft kisses to the top of your head,, loving the feeling :( of you cuddling against him :( your hand that’s on top of his chest probably drawing random figures but it makes him burst on the inside :( and ughhh him just holding you closer when he sees you starting to fall asleep :(( giving you hardcore h e a r t e y e s :(

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narcos october masterlist i

This masterlist is for days 1-10 of the @narcosfandomdiscord's october prompt event, which you can read about here and join in!

For days 11 onwards, check out the second masterlist and the third masterlist.

(Note: character x character indicates a romantic/sexual relationship; character & character indicates a platonic one.)

October 1 — Day of Firsts

Create a fanwork about a canon character you’ve never written about/used before.

↳ fanart by @tofuwildcard — Javi smoking, digital art

↳ Claro Que No by @drabbles-mc — Chepe x gn!Reader, 462

↳ Waiting Red by @narcolini — Isabelle x Chepe vampire AU, 600

↳ Depth Over Distance by @proceduralpassion — Mika & OC sibling backstory, 2.2k

↳ For Old Time's Sake by @garbinge — Carrillo x Reader, Steve and Javi & Reader, angst, 3.5k

↳ In the morning by @artemiseamoon — Marta x Amado established relationship, 2.8k

↳ Vengeance For Me by @kesskirata — Gustavo & Tata angst, ficlet

↳ what we do now by @ashlingnarcos — Feistl x Van Ness post-canon, 1k

↳ Tu cómplice by @hausofmamadas — Mayo x Benjamín pining, 2.8k

October 2 — “Porque No Los Dos?” Day

Create a crossover for the original Narcos show and the Narcos: Mexico show, featuring at least one character for each.

↳ Looking On by @drabbles-mc — season 3 og DEA & season 2 mx DEA, unite! 3.5k

↳ How Do You Do This Shit For Fun? by @proceduralpassion — Walt & Javi crossover, 1k

↳ Late nights, early mornings by @artemiseamoon — Javi & OFC, Mayo x OFC, 1.8k

↳ two tests by @ashlingnarcos — Carrillo & Trujillo & Calderoni ficlet

Anything involving polyamory, ex: a fic about somebody who has two or more partners.

↳ Aggressive Negotiations by @kesskirata — Javi x Steve x Connie, 1.1k

October 3 — Day of Music

Create and post a playlist for fic/wip of yours OR your favorite episode and explain why each song resonates for that fic/wip or episode.

↳ Three playlists by @rerorero-my-cherry — for Ramon x OFC fic Sola con mi Soledad

↳ Playlist for episode 2.1, Salva El Tigre by @artemiseamoon

Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and whatever song comes up first, that’s your prompt.

↳ Tainted by @drabbles-mc �� Carrillo & Steve angst, 3.1k

↳ I need you tonight by @artemiseamoon — Amado x OFC, 1.1k

↳ on your mind by @narcolini — Javi x gn!reader ficlet

↳ Amado fanart by @tofuwildcard

↳ Foldin' Clothes by @garbinge — Steve Murphy x F!Reader, 3.2k

↳ Promise by @proceduralpassion — Carrillo x OFC smut

October 4 — Day of Conflict

Many people seemed to combine both prompts for this day! Ambitious day.

Anything involving a fistfight or a gunfight.

Quote prompt: “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

↳ Who You're Dealing With by @drabbles-mc — Steve & Javi & OFC, 3k

↳ Luna de Lobo by @artemiseamoon — Ramón x OFC, Barron x OFC

↳ Country Store Cherry Chocolate by @garbinge — Steve Murphy & Reader (his sister), 1.9k

↳ Unwritten by @proceduralpassion — Carrillo x OFC, 1.1k

October 5 — Day of Visual Art

Visual fanworks: post a screenshot, meme, gif, gifset, video, or other non-fic visual fanwork.

↳ a glitchy Pachito by @tofuwildcard — fanart

↳ NUGGETS OF BENJAMAYO by @hausofmamadas — gifset + commentary

↳ If Narcos Had A Group Chat by @proceduralpassion — video of groupchat texts

↳ If Narcos Had A Group Chat pt ii by @proceduralpassion — video of groupchat texts

Create a fanwork about a character interacting with a piece of art (e.g. buying decoration for a new home, stealing a piece, hitting on a stranger at a gallery, creating art themselves, etc)

↳ Things I Should Have Said by @garbinge — Javi x F!Reader, 2k

October 6 — Day of International Relations

Write non-English language fic.

↳ Dos Opciones by @proceduralpassion — language: Spanish, Maria Elvira x Miguel, Maria Elvira x OFC, ficlet

↳ ¿Qué? by @ashlingnarcos — language: Spanish, Eduardo x OFC, ficlet

Use a random country picker and utilize that country in your work in some way: a character is from that country, a food from that country shows up, there’s international politics, etc. You get two rerolls if you don’t like the first or second country you get. If you get the United States, reroll automatically.

↳ House Special by @drabbles-mc — county: Japan, Walt x F!Reader, 3k

↳ Lespwa fe viv by @artemiseamoon — country: Haiti, Chepe x OFC, 1.3k

October 7 — Day of Darkness

Make something centered around non-death dark topics (we have a specific death day already). Morally or emotionally dark topics/themes.

↳ The Oil Has Run Thin by @proceduralpassion — Walt x OFC ficlet

↳ Twenty-Four Hours by @drabbles-mc — Carrillo & gn!Reader captivity 1.4k

One-word prompt: Blackout.

↳ Control pt 1 by @artemiseamoon — Verdin x OFC smut, 1.6k

October 8 — Day of Light

A day of pure fluff: anything insanely, unambiguously, self-indulgently, luxuriously enjoyable.

↳ Moving Day by @drabbles-mc — Steve x Connie fluff, 1.1k

↳ Happiest I've Ever Been by @proceduralpassion — Steve x Connie fluff ficlet

October 9 — Day of Gay

Create anything devoted to an LGBTQ+ character.

↳ Watching Time by @garbinge — Chepe x Pacho ficlet

↳ Bisexually-lit Dina by @tofuwildcard — fanart

Create anything with a queer and/or trans original character or reader insert.

↳ Down in the 305 by @drabbles-mc — Steve x M!Reader

↳ Would You Kill For Me, My Love? by @proceduralpassion — Pacho x OMC ficlet

October 10 — Day of Tough Shit

Write a fic whose exact wordcount is divisible by 500 (500, 1000, 1500, etc).

↳ The distance between you & me by @artemiseamoon — Calderoni x OFC post-divorce 1.5k

↳ Four People You Meet by @drabbles-mc — Carrillo x Juliana, Carrillo & Martinez, 500

↳ Talking Heads by @ashlingnarcos — Arellano family humor, 500

↳ The Bungalow by @proceduralpassion — Amado x Reader, 500

Make a fanwork in a medium you’ve never used before. If you make GIFs, write something. If you write, draw. Etc. As long as it’s uncharted territory for you!

↳ Hi, I'm a Slut (Amado's Version) by @tofuwildcard — fanvid

↳ narcos october masterlist ii with prompts from day 11 onwards

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Transitions- Chapter Twenty-Three: Patching Friendships

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Pairings: Steven Grant x (platonic) Reader, Marc Spector x (platonic) Reader, Jake Lockley x (platonic) Reader, Layla El-Faouly x (platonic) Reader

A/n: This is the second longest chapter in this series. It is 10k words. I’m really proud of this one :)

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“I’m so excited for this weekend.” Lauren says with a grin on her face as she breaks apart the pre-packed tuna with her hands. You glance at her with a smile of your own before you return your attention to your task at hand. You had to cut open the packages of mayonnaise and mustard and squeeze them into bottles to stock up for the next seven days.

“You said you’re going to Manchester?” You ask and Lauren nods excitedly, her baby hairs swaying back and forth from the movement.

“Sure are.” She says. “A kid-free weekend and some alone time with my wife.”

“What’s your plans?”

“The art gallery and the museum.” She starts. “The botanical gardens, maybe some taste testing tour if I can find a place willing to squeeze us in. Oh! I booked Kris and I a reservation at a five star restaurant.” You raise both of your brows in surprise at that. Holy shit, that is going to be an expensive dinner.

“Woah.” You breathe out. “You’re spoiling yourselves.”

“As my wife and I deserve.” She grins and you nod in agreement. Lauren was a hard working woman who always tried to be there for her family. She covered your shift a couple of times and sent you to your flat when you weren’t doing too hot. Lauren cared and she definitely deserved this weekend away from everything and to spend it with the person she loves.

“How was your weekend?” She asks. You grimace at the question. You can’t tell her the complete truth of how you spent your Saturday researching your neighbor and getting threatened by a deity who you thought you knew the name of and now you’re not so sure.

“Ugh,” You groan and grimace as you miss the bottle completely and get the mayo sauce on the counter. “Where do I even begin?”

“That bad?” She says. She grabs the packet of unopened mayo and cuts it open with a pair of scissors before squeezing out the condiment into the bowl of shredded tuna. You nod.

“I, uh, found out something about my- my uncle.” You start as you squeeze out the remaining mayonnaise and place on the cap onto the bottle before putting it into the bane with the other sauces. You peel off your gloves and toss the plastic into the trash before you grab a food-towel rag and dip it into the sanitizer water and walk back over to where you made the mess on the counter.

“Good or bad?” She asks. She glances at you and squints her brown eyes in your direction. “Okay, bad. But is it illegal bad-bad or more like ‘you found out he throws his trash away in other peoples bins’?”

“More like he lied about something I thought he was telling the truth about.” You say. She makes a o shape with her mouth. “Not like he stole a cookie out of the cookie jar and got caught. Who gives a shit about the damn cookie? But it was-just-” You stumble over your words for a moment before taking a deep breath and slowly releasing it. You continue, “It was something important to me and he just lied about it and he had almost every opportunity to come clean and tell me the truth.”

“Ah,” She breathes out. “That sucks.” You toss the rag into the trash-can and nod in agreement. You lean your back against the edge of the sink and watch as she begins to scoop the tuna into banes to prepare them for the daily customers.

“Oh yeah,” You say. “It absolutely does.” You were still upset that Marc lied about being blipped and that he had several chances to come clean, especially yesterday, and he refuses to tell you what happened during those five years. What did he do that was so bad that he doesn’t want you to know about it? You were irritated and annoyed by him and his avoidance of admitting what he did. You were also upset with yourself for blaming Marc for something that he couldn’t control. It wasn't his fault that Khonshu decided to be a bitch and harass you and nearly kill you; and hell, it might not even be Khonshu! It could be another deity that became interested in you simply because they were bored and wanted to prove that they were mighty and powerful.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, the movement causes the Band-Aids on your arm to pull at your skin. The conversation you had with Lauren this morning was all about how you’re a safety hazard to yourself. You always seemed to find a way to hurt yourself even if it was by accident. Only if she knew that deities were assholes and you had a target on your back.

“Are you two both on good terms?” She asks as she seram wraps the banes before pulling off her gloves and tossing them into the trash can next to you.

“I mean, I’m still upset with him but I wouldn’t say we’re on terrible terms.” You say. You definitely had some making up to do with Marc and he had that same task with you. He can start by telling you why he lied.

“Do you hate him?” She asks. The question caused you to drop your hand from your nose and stare at her in surprise. For some reason the question never crossed your mind in regards to this topic. You do think Marc can be an asshole with a hard head and he’s too stubborn to allow you to be closer than arm's length, but you were similar. But, Marc had his sweet moments. You were positive that he was in on the idea of bringing you groceries the next day after you got nearly mugged and he brought you up to the roof of your apartment so you wouldn't be suffering in the heat wave a couple months back. Sure, you thought about whether or not it would be for the better if you didn’t meet your neighbors, but you didn’t hate them. You just wished that things played out differently, more truthfully, than it did.

“No,” You say. “I just don’t like that he lied about this.” You watch as she grabs the baines and gestures for you to open the fridge door. You close the couple of feet before wrapping your hand around the handle and pulling it open.

She places the tuna baines onto the shelf as she says, “You can’t control the past but you can help control the outcome of the future. Don't let this argument dictate whether you’re going to see him tomorrow or today.” She places her hands on her hips and gives you a hard look. “You said that you were on the end of the blip where you disappeared. Well, I wasn’t and it was hard dealing with the loss of loved ones that I didn’t know I was going to see again. Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed; and if this argument with your uncle can be repaired, then do it before it’s too late.” You stare at her, taking in her words and swallowing around the lump forming in your throat. You knew that she was right and it was difficult admitting it. Marc had to have a good reason to lie to you about it just like Jake had to have a good reason not to tell you where he went for days to weeks at a time. If you could forgive Jake for not letting you know where he goes, then you can at least hear Marc out for why he lied.

“Okay,” You say. “Thank you for the advice.” She hums and walks past you to grab a food-towel and dip it into the same water you did moments ago and begin to clean the surface of the counter she was working on. You turn around and drain the sinks of the soapy water before filling it with fresh dish soap. Sometimes work was boring, such as moments like this one. You didn’t mind it much, sometimes it was relieving for it to be this slow and you’re able to keep up on tasks without becoming overwhelmed when there are too many customers or too many stacks of dishes to complete.

The morning slowness also brought you and Lauren closer together. There have been hours before where the two of you had only a handful of customers so there wasn’t much to do. This was one of those days, all the prep was done and your counts for the day were complete. The lobby and the line was clean and the food was stocked well enough that you knew you wouldn’t have to stock more until after lunch rush. Today was one of the many days that you and Lauren could chat without feeling pressured to complete tasks. You shut off the water and turned around. Lauren was sitting on the little cart that stored extra pans for the bread and looking at you with a curious expression on her face. You raised your brow at her as you crossed the two feet to the metal table and hopped onto the surface to sit and rest your feet. Your legs swung back and forth as you moved your gaze to your friend.

“What?” You ask. She hums and leans back, resting her spine against the wall behind her as she looks at her blue jeans.

“Nothing.” She says. You scoff and breathe out a light laugh.

“Yeah, right. You gave me a look.”

“No, really. It’s just-” She shakes her head and laughs a bit. “I was just thinking how it’s been almost two years that we’ve been working together now and you look so different now compared to then.”

“Yeah?” You say. “How so?”

“You seem more happy.” She says. “Well, maybe not these past couple of months. It was obvious you were going through something, but now? You just have this- this air around you like- I don’t know.” She shakes it off and you give her a curious look.

“No, go on. I want to hear it.”

“It’s hard to explain.” She says. With the patient look on your face she opens her mouth to begin to speak. “I just- you seem happy. Like genuinely happy save for whatever caused those dark circles underneath your eyes. But, you get this air around you, a bounce in your step whenever you talk about your aunt and uncle and- yeah, it doesn’t seem to matter if you’re talking about how upset they made you or how the night before you watched a movie and ate popcorn for dinner with them. Whenever you seem to talk about them, you just get this lovely gleam in your eyes.” You stare at her with your mouth parting a bit.

“You’re telling me I look happier?” You ask. With how your weekend went and the last few weeks of Jake going in and out of your life and all the drama with deities and being lied to, you didn’t think that you looked happy. But according to Lauren, you were glowing with happiness. Well, maybe not glowing, but brightened with it.

“Is that rude?” She cringes. “Oh, Lord, I’m so sorry-” You shake your head.

“You didn’t offend me, Lauren.” You tell her. “I just- I didn’t think that I looked happy.”

“No,” She says. “Not happy but more-” she gestures her hands around for the right word as if it would form in thin air. “Yeah. Happier.” She finishes. “You don’t have to be happy all the time. But you seem more cheerful when you come to work or talk about your evening or weekend.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She confirms with a genuine smile on her face. “I’m glad that you’re doing better.”

“Thanks.” You say.

You share a smile with her and silence settles between you momentarily before she says, “You can always talk to me about whatever problems you’re having.” You look down at your jeans and twist a loose thread between your fingers as you listen to her speak. “I talk to you all the time about the kids and Kris and it seems like I never hear you talk about yourself up until these past couple of months. I told you about Molly's explosive diarrhea and her stomach bug she brought home from daycare and you didn’t mind it one bit. You can talk to me about anything. Y’know?”

“Alright. Thanks Lauren.” You say gratefully. You know that you would never take her up on that offer. Most of your problems were weird and illegal. Committing fraud and moving to London and deities and their avatars. Lauren would look at you like you grew a second head if she were to ever hear you talk about it. You swing your legs back and forth as you stare ahead at the shelves full of packages of sauces and spices. Your fingers wrap around the edge of the counter as you think of what to say to her.

Before you could find a topic to talk about she beats you to it by saying, “Did you hear about the fire in Birmingham?” You nod. “Seventeen people are estimated to be dead! The poor families.” She had a sympathetic expression on her face. You felt bad for the seventeen people but not enough to feel guilty about not feeling terrible. You did almost get kidnapped by them and killed. You couldn't tell her that it was a crazed cult family out to do something that Jake wouldn’t let you know about and you had to trust him enough to not let you in on the reason why.

“Seventeen?” You ask. You haven’t heard anything about the fire since Saturday when Layla turned on the television to help ground and distract you. You were obviously too busy with your own problems to pay attention to the news of the complexes burning. But hearing Lauren tell you that seventeen people are estimated to be dead, caused your jaw to drop open and stare at her with an incredulous expression.

“They’re still pulling out the bodies and counting them.” She adds and you release a small breath of air, your tense shoulders lowering and causing your muscles to ache. Seventeen people were in a cult and killed and they’re still recovering bodies. Holy shit.

“At least that's what the reporters said.” She adds. “They recovered like thirteen the last time I heard.” Holy fucking shit. It was hard to feel bad for a cult that tried to kidnap you and traumatized you. But it was still shocking to hear the number of casualties.

“God, they’re still counting?” You say. Seventeen people were in a cult and thirteen of its members are confirmed dead. Lauren nods and you shake your head in disbelief.

“The fire department still hasn’t released what caused it.” She continues. “The police said it's an on-going investigation but we probably won’t know anything about it for a few months.” You know who caused it, but you don’t know how and the full reason for why.

“Oh my god.” You say and rub your face with your hands. Maybe Marc or Steven know why Jake lit the place on fire. They had to be in the passenger seat most of the time since Jake complained about Steven wanting you to be taking care of yourself. Maybe they’ll be open to telling you the reason now that the cult is dead and Jake is refusing to front. You were a little sad that the alter refused to talk to you. You still didn’t like that he threatened to slit your throat, but for a month he was the only person you got to talk to outside of work. Maybe it was stupid of you to miss him, but you weren’t very smart when it came to judging your own feelings. You did flee continents because you were grieving and dealing with the shock of five years passing.

“Yeah,” Lauren hums. You remove your hands from your face and look at her. She still looked genuinely sympathetic to the situation. Only if you could feel that way. You would if it wasn’t for the nightly routine of waking from the same night terror of being killed by the cult or dealing with the trauma by suppressing it throughout your day. You didn’t feel bad for the deaths, if anything, you were more shocked at the number of the members; and honestly, as shitty as it sounds, good riddance to the members. They caused more harm than good. They tried to release a Goddess that would judge people before they caused harm and they tried to kidnap you. You totally weren’t salty about that.

“Wow,” You say. Lauren nods and you swallow. Thirteen people are confirmed dead and you don’t feel bad about that. Does that make you a terrible person? You chew on your lip as you eye the ingredients of the spices in front of you. You don’t think that it does. Man, you hope that it wouldn’t. They had horrible intentions of killing innocent people before they committed a crime and they wanted something with you. What the fuck did they want with you? Does Jake know? You huff out a laugh. Of course he fucking knows and he’s not going to tell you shit. Maybe Steven would tell you if he knows, Marc might if you were to patch things up with him.

“Are you okay?” Lauren asks. You blink and turn your head to look at her.

“Yeah,” You say. “I was just thinking of something funny.” She hums and you clear your throat. “So, are you and Kris going anywhere else?” And with that, you watch her eyes light up in excitement and all the serious talk from the past few minutes melted away as you listen to her speak about the plans she had for the weekend with her wife.

The following hours were busy for you and Lauren until Emily, the pre-closer, arrived. you reached the end of your shift by clocking out and greeting the closer on the way out the door. The sun wouldn’t be setting until eight-thirty later this evening, so you had a few hours of daylight to enjoy if you wanted to. It was a Monday afternoon and you were ready to head back to your apartment complex rather than to spend the remaining daylight hours wandering around the city. You carried your apron, Eye of Horus slip, phone, and apartment keys on the way to the bus stop and held onto all the items as you got onto the bus; and as always, it was crowded so you had to hold onto the bars above you rather than sitting down. You clutched your items to your chest as your feet ached and passengers uncomfortably brushed against you while getting on and off the bus.

The New York subway was similar to the buses in London but the chances of getting a seat was much higher in the former state than the latter city. You stare out the windows as the vehicle drives and occasionally stop at its drop off and pick up areas. You step from one foot to the other, trying to lessen the ache of your feet by relieving it of the pressure before you would do the same process with the other foot. There wasn’t much to do on the bus besides scrolling through your phone but with your arm holding your belongings to your chest you didn’t have the option of that. Instead, you continued to stare at the old buildings and the bystanders on the sidewalk all the way to your stop.

You lived in London for nearly two years now, it will be two years in the spring, and you still haven’t gotten used to the beauty of the old architecture; and seeing how the sun sits between two buildings or the sunlight filters between the branches of the trees on the sidewalk. Since you were fourteen you had traveling to London on your list but now you live in the city, just not how you dreamed it to be. You wanted to travel the world with your best friend. You wanted to go to Guatemala, Italy, Japan, and backpack through Europe with her; and you lost that chance when you forged those documents and took the one way ticket flight. She would have loved your endless amount of pictures of the sun setting or your commentary on just how different the stars look in the night sky above London, even though they’re the same stars you see on rare nights in New York.

You still haven’t gotten used to the city and you barely got used to life without your best friend. The bus slowed to a stop and the familiar sight of the convenience store across the bus stop that you see every morning when you head to work made you let go of the handle bar and exit the bus. You hold your belongings to your chest as you walk the ten minutes to your apartment building. Relief began to build up in your chest with every minute that passed because it meant that you were closer to relaxing your aching feet and stretching your back on the armrest of your couch. You only let the relief blossom when you saw the sight of your apartment complex in the distance.

You didn’t have any plans for the rest of your day besides resting your body. You knew that you needed to patch things up with Marc because you don’t want to pretend that you're strangers after everything. Maybe you’ll stop by on the way to your flat just to get the argument out of the way. You walk into your apartment building, giving a nod to a elderly neighbor as you pass her as she leaves. The sight of the metal doors of the elevator greeted you but the out-of-order sign taped to it made you frown and groan in annoyance. The only thing they fix quicker in this building is the lift, so it shouldn’t take as long as it did for maintenance to fix the caulk in your windows last winter.

Now, you had to take the stairs and exercise your already tired body. You turn on your heel and stalk to the door that has the stairwell. The relief you felt died in your chest as you tucked your phone into your pocket along with your paper and keys as you prepared to fight for your life by walking up the five floors. It’s five floors, that's not bad, you definitely experienced worse than walking up several flights. You pull open the door and begin your journey upwards by taking it one step at a time. It wasn’t until you were on the second floor landing when you began to breathe heavily and relied on the railing a bit more to help pull you up.

From the sounds of your feet and heavy breath as you walked, it seemed like you were the only one in the stairwell. You didn’t bother trying to stifle the noise of the air leaving your lungs with every exhale because nobody was around to hear it. You clutched onto the railing with your left hand as your right held your balled up apron. You forced your legs to move as sweat began to form on the back of your neck. You wish that your building had a gym or a free public one near your apartment. You wouldn’t be so out of shape like you are now and you absolutely wouldn’t be struggling up the next six flights of stairs. You stood on the fourth floor landing, clutching onto the railing as your chest rose and fell like you just ran a marathon.

Holy fucking shit. Your tongue darts out of your mouth to wet your lips and the taste of salt makes you scrunch your nose. Your throat burns and a metallic taste overpowers the salt from moments ago. Your heart pounded in your ears almost too loud for you to hear the door that you entered through open and close below you before you heard the sounds of footsteps. You huff for air as you stare at the last twelve steps before you reach the exit to your floor. The sound of the footsteps below you caused you to peek over the edge of the railing and see the black hair of your neighbor, the same one who asked if you were having a lover's quarrel with Steven.

She was easily walking up the steps as if she did it everyday for a workout. You know that from her quick pace that she would reach the landing you stood on sooner than you did. Who the fuck finds pleasure in walking up and down five flights of stairs and decides to get fit from this? You force your jello legs to move up a couple of steps as you hear her fighting for her own life by breathing heavily. You nod to yourself, feeling a little bit better about your own health as you continue your journey to your floor. You were glad that you reached it and even more glad as you pushed open the door and walked down the hall towards your apartment. You only falter in your steps as you stare at Stevens' door.

The dark brown of the door and the apartment number screwed into the surface made you feel guilty and a little sad. This was the same door you’ve been passing by for over a year and a half, and yet, you only began talking to your neighbor about three months prior. This door was just like any door you passed until it wasn't. Inside were the possessions of someone you tried not to rely on and two of the three people that you came to know as friends. The third, of course, liked to avoid any long activities with you and did threaten to kill you so you don’t feel bad not feeling like your friends with him. You wonder if you should knock.

Were they in there right now? Or were they out doing Khonshus bidding? The sun hasn’t set yet, but Jake could be back in control and out who-knows-where. Were they waiting for you to knock? Or were they wondering if you were too angry to speak with them about everything you discovered? You stare at the door a little longer. You were on a tight time limit, soon your neighbor would be passing you in the hall to go to her flat and she would see you awkwardly standing outside of your ‘uncles’ home. You need to make a decision on knocking or not. You breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth as your body makes the decision for you by raising your fist to knock on the door. You can’t become strangers. Not again.

Before your fist was able to make contact with the door, it swung open and you were standing face to face with Steven. You could only tell it was him by how he held himself, his messy hair, and the glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Marc was more likely to brush his hair than his counterpart. Your mouth parts a little at the sight of his freshly shaven face, there wasn’t the mustache you grew used to on his features.

“Oh my god,” You say as you stare at him. He looks years younger than he did with the beard and mustache. Steven stares at you with worry.

“What?” He says as he looks over his shoulder and back to you, “What is it?” You drag your sight away from his jawline and lower cheeks and to his soft eyes.

“You look like a newborn baby.” You tell him and he rolls his eyes. “Sod off.” He says. You laugh, it felt like your first genuine laugh in weeks and the sound was foreign to your ears. Your worries seem to melt away as you watch a small smile form on his face. It was almost like it was before Jake took over and shook everything up. You could still have those moments with him once you apologize and press Marc for the truth until it left his lips. There was no way that you could continue on without it. Steven steps to the side and opens the door a little wider as a way to invite you inside. You brush past him and you hear the door shut behind you with a click.

His apartment was cool and inviting from the summer heat. The window was open and a small breeze floated into the flat. Everything there felt familiar from his organized mess of books and research that you tried to make sense of by reading the titles alone; and to the condensation rings from his cups on the coffee table and the stands next to the sofa. You spent weeks in his apartment, you learned the space and almost everything in it. The drawer that contained his utensils was the one closest to the sink and the cupboard that held the trash bags was next to the oven. Steven kept a box of tampons and pads underneath the sink in the bathroom for any female guests that might visit and that was where he stored the packages of toilet paper.

The table that was kind of clean from you and Layla needing the space to play the murder-mystery game was now cluttered with scattered papers, glue, pens, and open books. The game rested on the edge of the table, any files of the characters seem to be resting in the box. You walk towards the table and set your apron onto the back of the chair that was pulled out and stare down at the book project Steven was working on. The ink was dry but the glue was not, the page was open to one with information on the Goddess Isis. Your eyes briefly scan the information that she was the goddess of fertility and magic. You trail your eyes to the list of notebook paper with gods and goddesses next to it. Steven must have added more because the list was longer than you remember it being.

You silently read the names listed as your fingers gently guided down the page. Khonshu, Anubis, Taweret, Horus, Isis, Osiris, Set, Hathor, Baset, Nut, Nepthys, Sekhmet. The list didn’t seem like it was completed but rather just a to-do list of gods and goddesses to write information down about.

“You’re back to working on your project?” You say, flickering your eyes to him as you turn your body slightly to face your neighbor. Steven nods as he takes a couple of steps closer to you to look at his work. You liked it. From the little you scanned of Isis you could tell that he was making a brief history of the gods and goddesses rather than a detailed version of them. You were going to read through the book later on once he finishes it and you knew that you were going to enjoy this much better than reading a textbook.

“I didn’t have much time last time to add more names to the list. Marc distracted me…” He trails off and looks away.

“It looks good.” You tell him and he smiles a bit at the compliment. You genuinely liked it so far. His handwriting that was usually scribbled was more legible and you could actually make out the words instead of treating them like ancient hieroglyphics. You cleared your throat as you looked between him and the crack underneath the door. How did they know you were out there? You didn’t even get the chance to knock. You ask him exactly that.

“Marc and I were wondering what the shadow underneath the door was.” He answers. Oh, you guess that you would wonder what it was too. “And he’s been obsessed with watching the door all day.” He adds. You didn’t need to ask him what for. You knew because it’s been on your mind all day too. Marc was waiting for your shift to end so you could have this conversation and he didn’t know if you were going to avoid them again or be an adult and have this talk as soon as you cooled off enough to think clearly. You weren’t going to tease them about it or pretend that the hurtful words of blaming them for the gods' actions didn’t happen.

You couldn’t pretend that the argument and Marc's lies didn’t play out like it did. You might as well just rip off the band-aid and get straight to the point of why you’re visiting. Silently, you hope that this conversation wouldn’t end with the four of you going separate ways.

“Is Marc there?” You ask and Steven looks at you for a moment before nodding. You could tell that Steven was listening to whatever Marc was saying and you wanted to know what was going on between the two but you didn’t want to pry. You had a more important topic to discuss. You hooked your fingers into your belt loop as you gathered the courage to prod him about the lies. Just as you were about to open your mouth to let the request for Marc to front so you could have this conversation face to face, you faltered in your words as a new question popped into your mind like a balloon under pressure.

What was the extent that Steven knew about Marc's lies and neglected to tell you? You were too wrapped up in Marc lying that you didn’t even think how much Steven hid from you. Your mouth dries and your heart skips a beat as you give him a look of realization. You don’t feel like you discovered buried treasure or the lost city of Atlantis, or found out the plans of an alien invasion. But rather you felt like you realized that your friend lied to you just as much as the actual liar did.

“Did you know?” You ask him quietly as if any louder would cause alarm sirens to sound. “That Marc and Layla weren’t divorced? That Marc wasn’t blipped?”

“I did.” He admits. His tone was soft and he looked guilty like he was the kid that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar and not his alter. You felt betrayal as you stared at him with unwavering eyes.

“I wanted to tell you everything. I told him that honesty was better than lying and getting caught down the road.” He adds. He steps towards you, his hand stretches out as you take a step back into the table and causes the glue to fall over. He stops in his tracks as you make sure that the lid was on none of the sticky liquid was spilt before looking at him. Your heart hurts as you look at him.

“Why didn’t you?” You ask him. Your voice cracks half-way through the question. You don’t know why you thought that he would tell you the truth from the beginning. You were foolish to think that Steven wouldn’t be like Marc in that regard. Steven was a kind man, he was the glue for you, Marc, and him. But you were so stupid to believe that he wouldn’t keep any secrets from you.

“It was easier to say that Layla and I-” He stops and swallows, his Adam-apple bobbing up and down with the movement before he releases a shuddered breath. “That Layla and Marc were divorced.” You fold your arms over your chest, your fingers gripping the sides of your shirt as you listen to his excuse. You’ve been told countless times by Layla and Marc that their marriage wasn’t any of your business; and you agree that it's not. But it's more of the fact that they just said they weren’t together when they were still married by law that upsets you. They should have just told you they were in the process of getting a divorce rather than make you believe that they already were because it leads to other questions of what they have been lying about.

You watch as Steven looks away from you and something to your left. You don’t bother looking at whatever it was, you figure he was watching Marc talk to him or distracting himself from looking at your miserable face. You knew that you were wearing what you felt on your sleeves and as your expression. Nothing was fair with these men, was it? They only told the truth about the things they thought that mattered and the one thing you cared the most about- Marc being blipped with you- was a lie. Stevens' excuse sounded pathetic and weak to your ears until you thought about it as you watched his lip wobble and tears glisten in his brown eyes.

Steven was still in love with Layla even though she wasn’t aware of him throughout Marcs and her marriage. If that was the truth and she wasn’t lying about that but Layla didn’t have a reason to lie for not knowing about Steven. You think back to all the times that he spoke of Layla before Jake came along and fucked everything up. Steven spoke of her like she was the one who hung the moon in the sky. His eyes would shine with adoration and love for her. Steven found it easier to lie about being divorced because she most likely didn’t want anything to do with them after she found out Marc was there the night her father was murdered.

It became a little easier to accept his excuse for the marriage after that. Maybe Marc found it easier to accept that he was going to get a divorce and he might as well just call Layla his ex-wife now and get used to it. Steven looks back to you, tears stream down his cheeks as he waits for you to say something. Steven Grant was one of the kindest and smartest humans you have ever had the pleasure of meeting; and the sight before you made the pain in your chest loosen to understanding.

Everything about Steven seems to make so much more sense. He said that he never got married or had a girlfriend in his thirty-eight years of living on this Earth and the moment that he found out about Layla, probably around the time he became conscious of Marc, that he realized Layla was it for him. That he was married, well his alter was-is-married. Steven loves Layla and his feelings probably weren’t reciprocated; and maybe it wasn’t because of him but rather Marc's fault the feelings aren't returned. Steven wasn’t the issue but Marc was; and Steven had to accept that the one woman who seemed to entertain the idea of him didn’t want to be with him because of his counterpart and not because he was Steven Grant the nerd of history and Egyptian culture. His lack of relationships was because of Marc Spector. You can’t change the past but you can shape the future with the words you’ll use.

“Thanks for telling me.” You say. “I just wish that you were honest in the first place.” He nods solemnly and you swallow before releasing a slow breath. He wipes the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand and you pretend not to notice. You didn’t want to embarrass him even though crying was natural for everyone. You rub the fabric of your shirt between your right hand fingers as you prepare yourself for the next question. Over a month ago you would have gone to your apartment right after work and stripped yourself over your uniform before heading over to Stevens place.

But here you stood with your work uniform still on and smelling like ham and mustard. Your shirt felt itchy against your skin causing you to uncross your arms and pull your tucked in shirt out of the waistband of your jeans to cause it to become baggy. You began to feel too hot and standing in this flat didn’t help. You decide to speed up the process of questioning to get out of your shirt sooner.

“Why didn’t you tell me that Marc wasn’t blipped?” You ask. His eyes were a little wet and red but he was no longer crying. His usual soft eyes looked even softer if possible. You didn’t think his gentle kindness could become even more so. You want to step forward and hold his hand to reassure him that everything is going to be alright between the two of you, but you didn’t know that and giving him and yourself false hope was a mean thing to do.

“I wasn’t present during those five years. I thought that I was blipped because I couldn’t remember anything that happened during that time” Steven says. “And the stuff Marc did…he’s not proud of. It’s not up to me to tell you what he did.”

“How do you know what he did if you weren’t there?”

“The short answer: we share the same head.” He says. “The long answer: well, it's difficult and mind blowing for you to understand.”

“I’m not a kid, Steven.” You say. You felt a little insulted at his statement. “I’m not going to have a hard time comprehending it.”

“You are sixteen, so you’re still a kid.” He says in a Chicago accent. Marc. You gaze at him, his posture is straighter and his eyes are more firm.

“What happened?” You ask. You didn’t need to be

“It’s none’-” He starts but you cut him off.

“Don’t tell me it's none of my business because it is my business. If you’re willing to lie about your past and the shitty things you have done. Whether that is because you’re embarrassed of it or not proud of it or you want to protect me from any knowledge of those five years because the less I know the better or some shit like that, it becomes my business.” You hiss out as you close the gap between you and jab your finger into his chest. You could faintly smell alcohol and aftershave on him.

You look at him, his brown eyes avoiding yours as you press your lips together and take a step back before pointing at yourself. “I’m in this shitty situation because I’m choosing to be.” You tell him. The truth finally spilling out of your lips and into the air around you. You can leave at any point, cut all contact with them and pretend that the last few months of your life didn’t happen. You can go back to being neighbors and no longer friends. You could destroy their lives if they so much as send a police officer to arrest you for fraud. You would be petty about it too and ensure that their life is ruined if they ruined yours. You stuck around for them because you didn’t want to be alone again.

“I’m sorry that I said it was your fault I got attacked by bitch-baby Khonshu. It’s not.” You add after a few moments. You take a shuddering breath to help calm yourself before you stare into Marc's eyes. “None of you can control his actions and it was shitty of me to pin the blame on the three of you.” You hope that your apology sounds sincere to him because you truly meant every word. Marc held your gaze for a couple of moments, his expression unreadable and you thought that he was going to shoot you down and reject your apology. Which would have been totally fine because he didn’t need to accept it, he wasn’t required to accept anything just as much as you were. What you didn’t expect was for Marc to tell you the truth rather than continue to try and hide it.

“I killed people.” Marc says. The statement causes your heart to drop in your chest and you swore your face pales. You knew that he had to kill people, it was in the job description for being a gods avatar and joining the marines. You didn’t think a god that told his avatar to slit your throat was friendly enough to leave his targets beaten but alive. Although hearing the sentence being confirmed was different from having suspicions of Marc taking people's lives with his bare hands or with a bullet.

“I took people's lives and-” He pauses and swallows. “I’m a murderer.” You open and close your mouth to retaliate and tell him what he’s been thinking of himself was wrong but you struggled to make more than just breathing noises. Layla said that he was there the night her father was murdered. What if he was the one that pulled the trigger and their relationship was just some sick mafia love story or some shit like that? You shake your head to rid yourself of the thought. There was absolutely no way that Marc killed her father and got into a relationship after that. Marc wasn’t that type of person and you refuse to believe that he was.

“I think you’re wrong.” You say after gaining your voice back. “The U.S Military kills people for oil and money and just about any politics everyday. It would be too critical of yourself to believe that you’re a murderer because you killed people as a marine.” You nibble on your lip as you think of what to say to him for his experience as a gods avatar. He spent ten years doing Khonshus bidding. Ten years of hurting people and killing whoever the god wanted dead in order to protect the travelers of the night or do whatever the bird wanted done. A decade of moon knighting and being manipulated.

You don’t know how the boys got themselves into that mess, but the end effect of Marc's story of abuse from a god stood in front of you: A broken man with a past that he does not like and is not proud of; and that is what redeems him the most. If he enjoyed killing or hurting people that would be an issue, but with the way Marc spoke of himself with regret and horror in his tone and expressing his dislike for himself and his past actions told you that he was a person who was growing. That made it better in your book.

“And as for being Khonshus bitch…I don't think you murdered anyone.” You tell him. “You didn’t have a choice in the matter, he threatened to have Layla as his next avatar and you continued being his to protect her.” You pause as you try to determine what he was feeling by his facial expression alone. His lip was wobbling and his firm gaze was sad. The expression didn’t seem right on his face, he was always the one who wasn’t in touch with his feelings and didn’t want to be emotionally available with you. Steven was the one who hung out more with you and made sure you were doing well, he was the one you expected to see him cry more than Marc or Jake. You want to reach out for Marc's hand and comfort him, tell him that it was okay to cry and not try to repress it; but you didn’t. You stood still and swallowed, your throat felt dry.

“Besides, you saved the world a few months ago. Stopped the world from being unfairly judged.” You shuffled from foot to foot, trying to relieve the ache in them. “You’re not a bad person. You never were.” Your tongue darts out between your lips and wets them. He looked like he was about to cry. “And whatever happened between you and Layla…that’s not my business.” You shrug. You were nosy and wanted to know what went down that day but it really wasn’t up for you to know or push him for answers. Layla deserved to know first and if she wanted to tell you, she would. “

“You’ve been right with that all along.” You add. “She said you were there the night her dad died, but I don’t think you killed him.” You nod to yourself. Marc was a good person even if he doesn’t think so; and you tell him exactly that. The tears that he was trying to hold back were running down his cheeks and you stop holding yourself back and close the gap between you once again. You reach for his hand and grasp it gently between your own, rubbing your thumb on the back of his. His hand was warm and a little rough, dry flakes of glue were rubbed off with your fingers and you watched them fall to the floor before trailing your eyes to his.

“You’re a good person, Marc.” You repeat. “You really are.” He swallows thickly and nods momentarily before pulling his hand out of yours and stepping away from you. The gesture hurt but you understood why he stepped away. Marc didn’t believe in a word you said and he didn’t think he deserved your kindness. You look away from him and to the window. The sky was a bright blue and there were barely any clouds. You watch a crow fly in front of the window and you continue to stare out of it until you are ready to speak what's on your mind.

“I just wish that you told me the truth.” You say without looking at him. “I wish that you told me that you were here for five years instead of being gone. You didn’t need to worry that I would be scared of you if I put two and two together that you killed people as a god's avatar.” It was ridiculous. Marc and Steven saved you from getting mugged and they opened your eyes to the existence of gods and goddesses and that there’s people who get into deals with them to carry out their justice and judgment. It was a stupid judgement that Marc made because he was worried about you thinking he was a murderer for his past actions.

“I’m sorry.” He says. “I should have told you.” You don’t need to accept his apology to move on, just like him you weren’t required to. You stare out the window a little longer, watching another bird fly by, this one was a falcon carrying a dead mouse in its claws. You watch it land on the window sill of the one directly across from Stevens and tear into the corpse of the creature with its beak. You wrinkle your nose at the sight, your stomach churning and you quickly look away before you lose your lunch. Marc was looking at you with his sad puppy eyes, he looked like a kid who was in trouble for lying about his grades.

“This mess,” You gesture between the two of you. “Is caused by lies. From now on we need to tell each other the truth.” He nods in agreement before he looks away and unsubtly wipes his eyes with the back of his hand; and just like you did for Steven, you pretend not to notice.

“Can we start over?” Marc asks once he looks back at you. No acceptance needed, you remind yourself. You can trust him. You glance back to the window and watch as the falcon swallows back- what you think is- the intestine of the mouse before tearing off another chunk. You shouldn’t have looked. You shift your eyes back to Marc, he looks hopeful that you would accept and yet regretful of his actions. You can trust Marc to protect you from harm and ensure your safety, he tried to save you that night you and Steven got ambushed before Jake fronted. He saved you that first day you met too. Marc was a good person with issues that he needs to work past and accept; just as much as you have your own issues that need to be worked on.

He was a person who made a mistake and you’re going to have to learn to trust him with his words. All you could do was believe that he was telling the truth about his reasoning behind why he lied. For now, a restart was a good place to begin.

You stick out your hand and he grasps it with his own as you introduce yourself, “Hi, I’m your sixteen year-old neighbor who totally didn’t meet you while getting mugged.” A small smile spreads across his face.

“Hi, I’m Marc. I’m just your average neighbor living down the hall.” He says. You shake his hand a little longer before letting go. You place your hand by your side and you take a moment to breathe before the next topic that you visited them for what to be discussed between the three of you- four, if Jake wants to chime in and you doubt he will with how radio quiet he has been. You wonder if he was watching somewhere where neither of the men have noticed yet, and if so, what did he think of this? You know that you shouldn’t care what he thinks of your relationship with the others, he made it clear that he only made sure you were alive for their sake; and he did threaten to kill you. But for a month, Jake was all you had to talk to outside of your work life. He was the reason that Marc and Steven came back safe.

“There’s some other things that we need to talk about.” You say. Marc raises an eyebrow and you walk back to the table and pull out a chair to take a seat. You need to rest your feet now that you were positive that you wouldn’t be kicked out of their apartment. Marc crosses the room and pulls out the chair across from you before sitting down.

“What is it?” He asks. He sounds a little nervous and you don’t blame him after the conversation the two of you had moments ago.

“Well, as you know, Khonshu held me out the window Saturday and threatened to drop me five stories to my death.” You say and he presses his lips together in anger. “I know you guys said that it doesn’t sound like the pigeon, but that’s all I have to go on. Anyways, he threw a bitch-fit and damaged my apartment.”

“What?” Steven says. “How bad is it?”

“He only broke the drywall and cracked my head against the window before he held me out of it. But my laptop is completely broken and I can’t do any school until I get a new one.” School starts in a week from now and you were stressing over it. It’s your senior year, the last year before you graduate basic education with a degree and you can’t do it without a laptop or a screen and monitor.

“Are you joking?” Steven asks and you shake your head. “I haven’t known the damn bird as long as Marc has but he had never done his own bidding. He doesn't get his claws dirty.”

“I agree.” Marc says. This was the same conversation you had yesterday with them and you figured that they would still stick to their answers. You chew on your lip. You want answers and they weren’t offering you much. You bet that Jake has those answers and as far as you knew he was the only one who could ask Khonshu directly about it. You might as well question them about that.

“You’re Khonshu’s knight?” You ask. Steven stares at you like you asked the dumbest question he has ever heard. You shift in your seat awkwardly. You thought it was an okay question because if Jake is Khonshus knight then that makes the body his knight, the same one that Marc and Steven share with Jake. Wouldn’t that make them Khonshus knights by default or was it different? Were you just understanding it wrong?

“No, Jake is.” Steven rolls his eyes. “He continues to do the work for the damn pigeon.”

“So, you can’t call Khonshu and ask?”

“We can’t even bloody see him since we’re not his avatars.” Steven says. Oh okay, now you understand it better. You still want to irritate Steven for his rudeness to your genuine question.

“So, you can’t just write on a scroll as a message to deliver to him?” You ask, “Or shoot a hieroglyphic text to him?” He stares at you, his lips pursed and you try to hold back your smile from spreading on your face but fail once the corners of your mouth tilt up in victory.

“You’re bloody joking.”

“Sure are.” You state and laugh at the look on his face. “But seriously, you can’t just call him?”

“You want me to caw for him?” Marc says and you shrug.

“Whatever gets him here.” You say. “I just need confirmation that it wasn’t him.”

“What are you going to do if it’s not him?” Jake asks. You blink and stare at him, your mouth parts open. You didn’t expect for him to front without you harassing the men longer or some argument between the three of them refusing to let Jake take the wheel.

“You’re back.” You say.

“¿Eh? ¿Qué vas a hacer?” He says. You don’t understand what he was saying but you think he was repeating his earlier question.

“I don’t know.” You admit. “I also don’t know what I’m going to do if it is him.” His gaze was hard on you, not firm or soft like the other two men that occupy the same body. Jake fulfilled his role of taking down Harrows remaining cult members and promised you weeks ago that you wouldn’t see him again. Yet, here he sat across from you, questioning you about the task you need him to complete. Ask Khonshu if he had any part in harassing and scaring you and that would be the last time you would see him for a while. No matter who it turned out to be that had an interest in picking on you, there was nothing you could do about it. You can’t beat up a deity, you are human and you can't see them.

“Khonshu!” Jake calls as he stands up, his legs pushing back his chair. “Khonshu!” You watch him as he yells for his god. The wind blows through the window and shuffles the papers lightly on the table in front of you. Your eyes trail to the window and land on the apartment complex across the street. The falcon was gone, all that was left was a patch of red on the window sill. Your stomach clenches and your breath gets caught in your throat at the feeling of something being in the room with you and Jake. You couldn’t pinpoint where the thing was in the room with you but it made you anxious enough to stand up quickly and knock your chair over in the process. You and Jake ignore it and he directs his attention to something standing in front of the open window. He tilts his head back to look at it and you swallow. Something was there and it wasn’t that hard to guess that it was Khonshu.

“El chico quiere saber si fuiste tú.” Jake says. “¿Lo era?” You look between him and the empty space as if you could see Khonshu. Your eyes land on the space above the window where Jake was looking at. How tall was the damn pigeon?

“¿Los has sacado por la ventana? ¿Los has echado del lavadero?” Jake asks. He scoffs. “Don’t play fucking coy with me. Was it or was it not you?” You hold your breath, every fiber of your being told you to flee the room and not come back until he is gone but you force yourself to hold your ground. It would be stupid of him to hurt you while his avatar is present. Jake rubs his face and momentarily frowns before stepping towards the fish tank and looking in the reflection.

“They shaved my beard.” He says. You glance away from him and back to the space you thought the murder-bird was still there.

“What did he say?” You ask. A rough breeze pushes past you and nearly knocks you over. The papers floated off of the table and onto the floor, scattering around the flat. You take a step back as Jake looks away from the tank and to you. He frowns and walks towards you, his eyes trained on the area in front of where you stood.

“He says that I should have slit your throat when I first met you.” Jake says. “He says that I should snap your neck right now.” He adds. You stare at him, there was no way that he was going to go through with his god's wants, right? His mission is to keep you safe for his alters sake, if he kills you then that would go against everything he has been working towards.

“He also says that he never held you out the window or chased you out of the laundry room.” He says. You breathe in harshly through your nose as the wind blows once more and the feeling in your stomach loosens. Khonshu left and it was back to you and Jake. You stand still for a few moments, trying to gather your thoughts and the past few minutes processed. You shakily pick the chair back up and rest it on its four legs. Your hands grip the seat rest tightly, your knuckles turning white. Slowly, you release your grip and stretch your fingers before your eyes trail to the papers scattered around the room.

The crinkle underneath your shoe caused you to look down and remove your foot from the paper you were standing on. The scuff mark of your shoe was imprinted on the paper with information about Anubis, the god of death. You swallow and slowly, you begin to pick up all the papers scattered around the room until all the parchment was collected and resting on the surface of the table once more. You and Jake stood in silence. You don’t know what to do. There wasn’t much you could do. Should you believe him? A god that manipulated Marc for his own benefit. Was this another manipulation tactic or was it the truth?

You sat back down in the chair you occupied not too long ago and Jake glares at the fish tank. Marc and Steven must be bitching to him about his promise that he broke.

“What do you think?” You ask him. He trails his eyes over to you. He looked different without the mustache, young and baby-faced. Your heart aches once you remember that he was going to leave again and this was probably the last time that you would see him for a long time.

“I don’t think he did either.” He answers. “He didn’t say who it was or who he thought it was.” You release a shuddering breath and the breeze flows gently through the window and wraps around you as if it was trying to comfort you. You cross your arms over your chest as your eyes land on the scrap book Steven was working on before you arrived. The pages were turned, it was no longer on the goddess Isis but rather Tawerets page. The goddess of childbirth and fertility, you read. Your eyes flicker away from the page and to the window once more. The sky was still its bright blue despite the gray clouds rolling in, you could hear birds tweeting to one another and the traffic below. How lucky were they to be oblivious to the world around them?

Your eyes landed on the window sill across the street, the bright red spot of blood was slowly drying in the sun. By tomorrow it would be a burgundy red and the neighbors wouldn’t know about it until they opened their window. They would wonder what caused the dark spot on their white sills and maybe they would try to wash it away but by then the blood would be seeped into the wood and impossible to completely remove. You swallow around the lump forming in your throat as you finally allow yourself to contemplate the final question for today: If it wasn’t Khonshu, then who was it?

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narcos-narcosmx · 2 years

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I need to go to bed and will gush more about a recent A03 comment tomorrow. But, let me just say -

I love so much about it and freaking out about the “to see maybe my camaron king aka EL MAYO throw some sexy advances on our girl.” (Yummy idea by Catalina)

Whattt???? The drama and chaos omg. Does this call for a fic-related side drabble???

I may need the dear @thesolotomyhan to chime in here and help me think up that scenario or when a little flirting happened in the story line (if she wanted to, don’t want to bother you dear) I’m sure we’d see some of this go down from her headcanons here

Now this thought is stuck in my head! Thank you Catalina (for your comment and planting this seed) and I’ll reply to you fully tomorrow.

Don’t worry dears, it’s still a ramon x reader and will remain that way, but this side drabble could happen cause oh my- the drama! Im curious.

💕

Ps: if you are new to the fic and don’t like it or have complaints, don’t bother me with them. Exit fic and read something else. It’s what everyone else does when they see something isn’t for them. No need for negative comments. I will delete and block your complaints. It’s sad I have to state this, but after recent events it’s necessary.

#el mayo #narcos Mexico #ramon arellano felix #goodnight everyone

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stargamersimpdeteruteru · 2 years

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UNA TRSITE HISTORIA POR AMAR A TERUTERU./A SAD STORY FOR LOVING TERUTERU.

Esp: Hola, os vengo a contar una historia triste por amar a Teruteru y lo voy a dar a luz. Desde 2017 amaba a Teruteru pero como siempre me insultaban decidí dejarlo y resguardarme en otros personajes. Pero en 2021 no pude ocultarlo mas y decidí confesar que amo a Teruteru y hubo un tiempo que iba bien. Conocí gente maravillosa entre ellos dos amigos que los considero mis mejores amigos, mi crush, varios amigos maravillosos y sobre todo hice mi fanfic de Teruteru Hanamura x reader: Paraíso Culinario junto a uno de mis mejores amigos Akudama. Pensé que mi sufrimiento con el iba a terminar y podía ser feliz una vez en mi vida. No sabéis lo equivocada que estaba... El 7 de Noviembre del 2021 pregunte en Twitter por si me votaban para best Teruteru Stan por que había una cuenta para ver quien es el best Stan de los personajes de Danganronpa, Spoiler: Por ser la única gane por 100 y mucho de votos xD Y bueno, cuando dije eso unos cabrones se metieron conmigo por amar a Teruteru me dijeron literalmente "ojala te mates por que los stans de Teruteru son unos asquerosos" (No me acuerdo, por fortuna sus cuentas están suspendidas: Creo que mis amigos los denunciaron) y bueno, no lo dije aquí: Tengo depresión, en ese momento se me fue, pero vino otra vez, pensando que debería morirme y el mundo seria mas feliz sin mi, casi lo hago, esos cabrones se alegraron por casi matarme, los que no estaban felices por eso fueron mis amigos, estaban enfadados por esos cabrones y creo que impotentes por que casi me mato, el que paro mi suicidio fue mi maravilloso amigo y crush @FlecoFoshador69 una cuenta de rol de Teruteru de Twitter donde el usser es UN AMOR DE PERSONA! (Ojala conocerle en la vida real para darle un gran abrazo por haberme ayudado.) Vino a mi MD para decir literalmente "A ver. Quiero que te quedes aquí en el MD conmigo. Ignora cualquier notificación de las cuentas esas." y después de mi mensaje me dijo literalmente "No sigas contestando. Ni a esa cuenta ni a cualquier otra de las que la siguen. Simplemente bloquea." Me estuvo apoyando todo ese tiempo e intento hablar con ellos que no intento nada. De he hecho, me envió un mensaje tan bonito que si estoy mal por culpa de alguien lo leo. Un resumen de ese mensaje que no diré por que es muy personal mío; me dijo que espera que este mejor aunque sea un poquito, que es consciente que lo que estoy pasando mal que me apoya muchísimo a pesar de que tarde en contestar y aparecer, me dijo que soy un amor y que me merezco lo mejor que pueda haber. Que no deje que una panda de gilipollas (palabras suyas xD) me hunda, que sabe que yo soy fuerte y que puedo de sobra con ello. Que de los errores se aprende. Y este mensaje me hundió mucho mi corazón lo diré tal cual cual xD: "No me gustaría saber que estás mal por algo así, porque simplemente no merece la pena. Si pudiera te daba un abrazo enorme, que te lo mereces" ese mensaje me hizo saber que este niño es lo mas bueno que hay en este mundo ;; Al pasar el tiempo esos cabrones ya se olvidaron de eso y a lo mejor buscaron otre pobre usuarie para burlarse de ellos por sus gustos, pero la que no se olvido de eso fui yo. Y si todo fuera poco en Enero un loco en Face me dijo literalmente "si no te matas iré yo a tu casa y te matare de una forma muy dolorosa y en las partes donde no te morirás rápidamente para que mueras lentamente" (Lo denuncie y ya su cuenta esta tirada) y en ese momento decidí abandonar a un poco a Teruteru y decidí irme con Camilo Madrigal estuve así 4 meses desde Febrero hasta Mayo por que sabia que si amaba a el ya no podían meterse conmigo... Pero cuando ya fui con Teruteru, ayer un cabrán me dijo que las fans de Teruteru merecemos pena de muerte. (Si preguntáis: ayer lo denuncie y Twitter le tiro la cuenta incluso me ofreció su ayuda por ese mensaje) No me gustaría que esto siguiese y por eso os cuento mi historia. No tengáis miedo en admitir que os gusta un personaje y no dejéis que unos gilipollas hagan que cambiéis de gusto por que eso es lo que os hace únicos y especiales y merecéis mucho apoyo si pasa eso ^^ Tenéis mi apoyo y por cualquier cosa mi MD esta abierto siempre por si queréis hablar de eso y yo os daré mi apoyo. Animo y suerte a todes que os esta pasando esto ^^ Los reblogs y me gustan son de mucha ayuda!

Eng: Hi, I'm here to tell you a sad story for loving Teruteru and I'm going to give birth to him. Since 2017 I loved Teruteru but since they always insulted me I decided to leave him and take refuge in other characters. But in 2021 I couldn't hide it anymore and I decided to confess that I love Teruteru and there was a time that went well. I met wonderful people including two friends that I consider my best friends, my crush, several wonderful friends and above all I made my Teruteru Hanamura x reader fanfic: Culinary Paradise with one of my best friends Akudama. I thought that my suffering with him would end and I could be happy once in my life. You don't know how wrong I was... On November 7, 2021 I asked on Twitter if they voted me for best Teruteru Stan because there was an account to see who is the best Stan of the Danganronpa characters, Spoiler: For being the only one I won by 100 and a lot of votes xD And well, when I said that some bastards messed with me for loving Teruteru they literally told me "I hope you kill yourself because Teruteru's stans are disgusting" (I don't remember, luckily their accounts are suspended: I think my friends reported them ) and well, I didn't say it here: I have depression, at that moment it went away, but it came again, thinking that I should die and the world would be happier without me, I almost did, those bastards were happy for almost killing me, the the ones who weren't happy about that were my friends, they were angry about those bastards and I think they were powerless because they almost killed me, the one who stopped my suicide was my wonderful friend and crush @FlecoFoshador69 a roleplaying account of Teruteru from Twitter where the usser is A LOVE OF PERSON! (I wish I could meet him in real life to give him a big hug for helping me out.) He came to my DM to literally say "Let's see. I want you to stay here in the DM with me. Ignore any notifications from those accounts." and after I texted him he literally told me "Don't reply anymore. Not to that account or any other accounts that follow it. Just block." He was supporting me all that time and I try to talk to them that I don't try anything. In fact, he sent me such a nice message that if I'm upset because of someone I read it. A summary of that message that I will not say because it is very personal to me; He told me that he hopes that I am better even a little bit, that he is aware that what I am going through wrong that he supports me a lot despite the fact that he takes time to answer and appear, he told me that I am a love and that I deserve the best that can be . That I don't let a bunch of assholes (his words xD) sink me, that he knows that I'm strong and that I can handle it. That you learn from mistakes. And this message sank my heart a lot, I'll say it as is xD: "I wouldn't like to know that you're wrong for something like that, because it's just not worth it. If I could I'd give you a huge hug, you deserve it" that message sent me made it known that this child is the best thing in this world;; As time passed, those bastards already forgot about that and maybe they looked for another poor user to make fun of them for their likes, but the one who didn't forget that was me. And if all were not enough, in January a madman on Face literally told me "if you don't kill yourself, I will go to your house and kill you in a very painful way and in the parts where you won't die quickly so that you die slowly" (I denounced it and and his account is thrown) and at that moment I decided to abandon Teruteru a little and I decided to go with Camilo Madrigal I was like this for 4 months from February to May because I knew that if I loved him they could no longer mess with me... But when I went with Teruteru, yesterday a bastard told me that Teruteru's fans deserve the death penalty. (If you ask: yesterday I reported him and Twitter knocked his account even offered me his help for that message) I would not like this to continue and that is why I am telling you my story. Don't be afraid to admit that you like a character and don't let some assholes make you change your taste because that's what makes you unique and special and you deserve a lot of support if that happens ^^ You have my support and for anything my MD is always open if you want to talk about it and I will give you my support. Cheer up and good luck to all that this is happening to you ^^ Reblogs and likes are very helpful!

#my favourite boy #danganronpa #Danganronpa 2 #Teruteru #teruteru hanamura #sdr2 teruteru #i want to tell my story

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ashlingnarcos · 2 years

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Dinamita

It’s the fit of his jeans, it’s the way he seems to always be nursing an amused private smile, it’s the ease with which he takes life.

Relationship: Ismael “El Mayo” Zambada/F!Reader

Tags: Romance, Protective Reader, I’m gonna blame this one on tumblr

Length: 2.2k

This town is your town, has been ever since you were a child, a tiny princess stealing her uncle’s cowboy boots and her aunt’s lipstick to go clomping through the neighborhood to some party concocted with the other little girls, empty glass bottles filled with water and maybe juice if somebody’s mother had gotten generous. This town is your down, by right of birth, by right of an ordinary but long family history, by right of your own ability to keep every single name and face in your head along with the complex web of personal relationships that go along with them. This town is your family, and gossip is its lifeblood, so yeah, you know about El Mayo.

You’ve seen him around. He’s not a regular at your family’s restaurant—always out on those boats—but every now and again, he drops in, and he’s one of those customers that makes you wink at the other waitresses, giggle back behind the restaurant where you go to have your smoke breaks once the night is over. It’s the fit of his jeans, it’s the way he seems to always be nursing an amused private smile, it’s the ease with which he takes life. Doesn’t hurt that he’s a good tipper, and says his thank-yous when you bring him his food.

But there are a lot of good-looking men in town, and you’re a busy girl, with friends, private schemes, tax paperwork for the restaurant, school fundraisers, a whopping nine cousins to help look after when you aren’t working. And, while you know your uncle does help launder some cash through the restaurant, the particulars of the drug trade really aren’t your area. All this is to say that when you come home with him after a good night’s dancing at your second cousin’s wedding, you don’t know what to expect and don’t really care, either.

All you care about is his hands on your hips, your hands on his ass. The way the his reflection in his bedroom mirror catches on the slow satisfied curl of his smile when he unbuttons your dress at the nape of your neck, slow and deliberate, each brush of his fingertips along your spine sending electricity skittering through you. When the dress falls from your shoulders and you spin to catch his face in your two hands, when you kiss him fiercely, you can’t see his smile, but you can see the crinkling at the corners of his eyes—the bastard is so smug—it makes you want to—

Ten seconds later, you don’t remember what you wanted to do, but it can’t be anything better than the way he fucks you into the mattress, slow at the first thrust, lessening the sting of it, and then—fucking hell, the—he asks you, “Yeah?” and you tell him, one long string of words with no end, all of them blurring into each other, like that, like that, please, right there, it’s good, you’re so good, so good for me—

In the morning, when you’re stepping out of the shower, he’s already dressing, fast. You notice the gun he tucks into the back of his jeans. He doesn’t look ashamed at all.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, and then something about business, and you’re a little sorry too, but you leave it at that. This is going to be one of those nights you keep in a treasure box in your mind, bring it out for special occasions. You had a good time, nothing to be sorry for.

But then he comes and apologizes to you again, this time bearing flowers. He asks you, a couple days later, if you would have dinner with him, and you crack a joke about your age-old dilemma: shall we dine in the frying pan or in the fire? Your restaurant, where your family will spy on you the whole time, or the only other decent spot in town, your competitor? That’s easily solved, he says. If you don’t mind the outdoors.

So it’s fresh fish cooked over a fire on a beach spot you’ve never seen before, his jacket around your shoulders at sunset. You caught the fish, but he gutted it with a practiced precision that had you watching his hands in a way that had nothing to do with blood (or maybe everything). Now he’s stroking your hair as the fish roasts, and you didn’t expect this, not from him, not this early. He’s gentle in ways he doesn’t have to be. Like he wants to be. You don’t expect it to last, but you take it while you can. You give back, too, and that in more ways than one.

At first, he mostly cooks for you, but eventually you find yourself bringing out your own twist on your aunt’s recipe for birria, stewed long and slow in his kitchen while he’s out sailing and your cousins are playing in his backyard. You introduce each other to your people: your family, practically everyone at the restaurant, your friends, even, on one occasion, your old choir teacher from church, and he is as charming to them as you are to his mother, his friends, his fishermen, his favorite nephew, Octavio. On the weekend, you stroll through the market together, his arm around your waist, and three times out of five, you know more people there than he does. To be fair, he never seems to be trying.

He’s not competitive, like you, doesn’t have the temper, either. When you got into a vicious argument with a fruit seller (in your defense, his son had bit your cousin, and your cousin was two years younger, and didn’t he know that the boy was running around like a wild animal, like his stupid ugly ratfucking father—) your boyfriend just looked mildly amused. You have many nicknames for him, among them camaroncito for the one time he got such a bad sunburn he went nearly pink. Now he has one for you, dinamita.

Thing is, you’ve always had that temper. You use every curse in the book and then some, but it never runs for longer than an hour, and everyone knows, if the other person is reasonable, you’re fine to make up in the end. You’re a generous person. People just piss you off sometimes. He pisses you off sometimes, but somehow it’s different with him, it’s—to be honest, half the time it turns into mind-blowing sex, the other half of the time he sulks out there on the sea for half a day before you both come to your senses. In time, in less than a year, he teaches you a new anger, sharp as a needle through skin and cold as ice.

There is smoke in the sky. It is coming from the docks. Half your neighbors make their living from the sea, so they drop their sleep-bewildered kids off at your house and rush down to the boats, but as you will later learn, by then it is far too late. The wait is hell. You don’t know if he’s dead or alive. You know that he’d do anything for those fucking boats, those—but there are children there, scared children, and you have to fight your anger down, and your fear, and pretend everything is all right.

Even as the parents come back one by one to pick up their children and go home, each of them looking defeated, you keep pretending like it’s all going to be okay. Even when one of them tells you that people were taken to the hospital for burns, you keep pretending. Even when they tell you one of them was caught sleeping on a boat when it was firebombed, and probably won’t last the night. Even when everyone else has gone back to bed, and the sky is beginning to lighten with the dawn, and he hasn’t come to let you know he’s all right. Even then, and this is strange for you, you keep yourself calm. Perhaps you instinctively sense that this will require new things from you.

When he arrives, smoke-smudged and laden with misery, you throw your arms around him, and he stiffens, gently pushing you away.

“Ismael,” you say, your heart in your throat.

“Will you come home with me?” he says to the painting hung a few inches to the left of your head.

Of course you do. You hold him tightly by the arm, almost steering him, because he stumbles every now and then from exhaustion. When you make it to his house, he locks the door. He’s never done that before. You help him undress, shirt over his head, unbuckling his belt, even finding a fresh pair of pants for him hanging up with the washing as he sits, heavy and half-awake, on his bed.

“I’m sorry,” he says to you, once, but when you try to tell him he has nothing to be sorry for, he just shakes his head. It’s dark there in the room, because he closed the curtains, but you think there are tears on his cheeks.

In bed, he turns to face the wall, and you put your arms around him. It’s then that you are sure he’s crying. You can feel it when you press your face to his neck. He’s shaking. And it’s then that you know. You don’t make him talk about it. You hold him until he falls asleep.

The next morning, he is gone. You go to his usual spot in the evening, when there’s dozens of his friends and colleagues all drinking around a fire pit on the beach, most of them still smelling a little of smoke. He’s not there. You go to sit by Chapo, take his half-empty beer and drink right from it. He views you like some sort of older sister at this point, so he just pulls a fake sad face and then gets himself another beer.

“The person sleeping on the boat was Octavio, wasn’t it?” you say. “Did he survive the night?”

“Mayo didn’t tell you?” he says. And then, after a pause, “No. He’s gone, God bless him.”

Octavio was only seventeen.

This is what Ismael meant, last night, when he said, I should have known. I got greedy. Now that he is no longer his own boss, he’s been drawn into wars that stretch well beyond your town. You all have. Now that battle lines have been marked, it’s time to pick a side.

After a couple more beers, with you and Chapo both uncharacteristically silent, you say to him, “When you see him, I want you to tell him two things from me.”

The poor man looks desperately uncomfortable. “I don’t—”

“Firstly,” you say, “Tell him that Emilio’s older brother called in sick from work at the mechanic’s shop the night before last night, but he wasn’t at home or at his girlfriend’s place all day.” Gossip is the lifeblood of this town, and this town is your own. They came after your man. You’ll use any weapon you can find. “And secondly, tell him my ring size is a seven.”

Chapo stares at the fire, like there’s a hidden hint in there that will help him. “Maybe you should talk to him yourself?” he mumbles. He’s definitely scared you’ll go off on him. But you are beyond shouting, at this point.

“I know him, Chapito,” you say. “The fire was meant for him, and it killed Octavio instead. He thinks there’s another bomb coming; he’ll want everyone standing outside the blast radius. But I’m making my choice. I’ve made it.” You finish your beer, stand up slowly. “He’s mine.”

The next day, your friend Andrea mentions to you that they’re all out of town, on some business trip, Mayo included, and your chest lurches. But a couple days after that, you come home from your shift to find him talking on the porch with your uncle, and then you go on a walk.

He’s a little better than before, subdued but at least present, body and mind both. You talk gentle about little things, a new recipe your cousin wants to put on the menu, a mutual friend who’s going to have a baby girl. You barely mention that you dropped off food at Octavio’s parents’ house.

One moment you’re shading your eyes against the setting sun and pointing out Andrea’s new house, the next you turn to him and he’s on one knee. Dinamita, te casarías conmigo?

It’s so funny—you literally told Chapo to give him your ring size, and still you’re somehow surprised to hear those words. You are sure of your answer, but it takes a while for the question to reach you.

There is a long silence, and then he’s surging to his feet, pulling you to him, kissing you in a way he’s never kissed you before, pleading, desperate. His left arm is around your waist, his right hand is clutching your shoulder so hard you can feel each individual finger. He kisses you like he can smell more smoke floating in from the coast, like it’s the last time, like you might turn to sand in his arms.

And you? You cup his face in your hands and kiss him your answer, passion for passion, promises on your tongue, in your fingertips. You kiss him like his jacket is on your shoulders, like you just lifted the lid off the birria, like you’ve already been married for ten years and will go on another ten years, twenty, you’ll give him all your days and then find some more. You’ll take death, if it’s coming on down the line: the knife, the bullet, the bomb. Fuck them.

You’ve made your choice.

#ismael el mayo zambada #narcos mexico imagines #narcos mexico fanfiction #narcos mexico #ismael zambada x reader #el mayo x reader #el mayo #usual disclaimer this is based on a tv show. thank you.

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mmasalva · 2 years

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song: you can be the boss by lana del rey

#ismael el mayo zambada #ismael zambada #alberto guerra #narcos mexico #narcos mexico x reader #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico imagines

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cregan-starks · 3 years

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B E H O L D E N

Summary: Beholden follows Agent Magnussen’s journey with the DEA during the War on Drugs, spanning from Félix Gallardo’s reign in Mexico to Escobar and the Cali godfathers in Colombia, and beyond.

Ao3 | Inspo | Headcanons

MEXICO

Prologue: Leyenda

Chapter 1: Colibri

Chapter 2: Rookie

Chapter 3: Taquito

Chapter 4: TBA

AUs

Lacuna [Javier Peña x OC]

END THE WAR ON DRUGS: Equity Organization & Drug Policy Alliance

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narcosmx · 10 months

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protective headcannon: ismael "mayo" zambada

a/n: based on the requested prompt:

"He said what to you?!" and "He won't hurt you again, I promise." and probably tw for like insinuating dv

"He said what to you?!" Mayo's voice boomed over the phone, you could almost hear the way his vein in his neck buldges with anger. "Please, Mayo, not now" you whimper back at him. Truly, you didn't know what came over you to call your ex in this situation. It was almost like muscle memory, you felt unsafe and maybe you unconsioucly knew only one person could restore that feeling within you. "Just..." "I'll be right there, mija" Knees up against your chest, you sat in the center of your bed focusing on your trembling breath. When you hear the front door unlock, you take a unintended breath of relief. Only one other person had a key to your home, and it was times like this when you were thankful you never got that key back. "Que chingados" Mayo murmurs to himself, stepping over the broken dishes and things thrown around the floor, before calling out to you. He turns the knob to your bedroom slowly and only peaks in, as if to reassure you it was really him. But once he saw you curled up, his stomach dropped nearly running to your side. The way you at first flinch away from his touch made him sick to his stomach at the thought of what you had gone through. What he had allowed to happen to you by pushing you away. "Mirame, soy yo, mi amor" Mayo said in a low and slow tone as he reached out his hand to which you immediately leaned your head against, nearly climbing in his lap once he settled on the bed. "Did he touch you?" he questioned after a moment of silence as he gently rocked you as he held you against his chest. "He just " you groan motioning to the door where the reminents of the fight you had hid behind, as if still trying to defend them. "He touched you?! He touched you" the difference in Mayo's breathing was apparent, noticing how much work he had to put in to calming himself down. "Sabes que, I'll be back" he starts to say as he stands but you grab his arm in protest, shaking your head meekly. "You can't leave me... you can't leave me again", he wears the way his heart broke into a million pieces on his sleeve. Nodding his head, he places a kiss on your forehead before insisting he steps out to make a call. As if he needed to hide what his intentions were from you. "'sta bueno, te lo encargo" he orders over the phone before coming back to lay on the bed, pulling you onto him with little hesitation. "He won't hurt you again, I promise" Mayo murmures, caressing your thumb against your cheek "I'm a man of my word, and when I said I'll love you forever, I meant it."

#narcos mexico headcannons #narcos mexico fanfiction #narcos mexico #el mayo x reader #ismael el mayo zambada

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cositapreciosa · 1 year

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If you’re taking request : El mayo fluff, meeting at Dina’s wedding? Or being pregnant during the whole war? Loooved Safehouse!!

Como La Flor

Ismael 'El Mayo' Zambada x female!reader (mention of wearing heels, being called a lady), 2909 words

mention of alcohol, you like red wine in this one, the usual for the show

a/n : why is Alberto Guerra such a babe. Is this named after the episode? yes. Am I the biggest Selena fan ever? yes.

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

You are not sure how you ended up at Dina Arellano’s wedding out of all people. You did keep up with her over the years, a coffee here and there, dinner nights at your place when she was in town, being invited for a drink or two at Roxanne’s every time you were back in Tijuana. Before you moved away, you had appreciated the friendship she gave you, and you enjoyed giving yours just as much, but as the months went on and as you started to notice the guns tucked in everyone’s waistbands and the unusually large funds on her credit card, you just decided to take a step back, but so did your trips up north.

That is why receiving the wedding invitation at your door had been a surprise in the beginning, you haven’t been to Tijuana in months. It was a pleasant one, but one you felt might have been out of nostalgia and for old friendship’s sake.

Coming back to Tijuana had been a hard choice at first, feeling like a defeat, having to tell everyone it just didn’t work out down south. And after many sorry looks and probing questions you didn’t feel like answering, Dina’s way of seeing it had been a breath of fresh air. Maybe you are just coming back to rest a bit, hmm? When you feel like moving again you can still do it. Nothing is stopping you. That day, with your hands around a warm coffee cup, sobbing in her kitchen, you remembered why you two fit so well together. Now you have no reason not to show up to my wedding, she laughs, it makes you too.

You were grateful every time she forced you to come along with her on all the wedding shopping, even if you felt your presence was unnecessary, outdated. It didn’t matter to her, she told you many times, that you needed to be out and about, live a little, enjoy the company. She was right, and as the day grew close and you got to know Carlos better, you realized you didn’t feel as out of place as you thought you were at first. The thirteenth sibling everyone had missed so much.

The food was generous and the many glasses of wine you already had even more, which is probably why you couldn’t say no to her every time she grabbed your hand and pulled you to the dance floor. The chandeliers shining sparkles of lights all around you.

Everything was starting to feel a bit overwhelming. The noise, the music, being pushed around, front and back, having to say hi to everyone after so many years. Why didn’t it work out? Was Tijuana not enough for you? How are your parents? It ended up being too much for you when Dina’s mom cornered you, holding your hands softly between hers, voice trembling, telling you how much she had missed you, how everyone did.

You don’t remember when you had taken your shoes off on the way out, almost running to the door, your body begging for a cigarette and some fresh air. Still, you try not to drop the red soles, making the edges balance between your fingers and your glass of wine as you rummage through the inside pocket of your jacket for a smoke. They were a gift from Dina, one way too expensive for your own wallet, one she didn’t want you to refuse. A thank you gift, she had said, for being here for me tonight. The evening is colder than usual this time of year, but the breeze on your cheeks is a nice change compared to the hot air inside. Your fingers reach the bottom of your pockets. Where the fuck did I -

‘’ Are you going to beg me for one too? ‘’

It is a man leaning on the side of the building that spoke, a small smile tugging on his lips, cowboy hat raising with the movement of his eyebrows. You barely noticed he was there in the first place.

‘’ Pardon me? ‘’

‘’ A cigarette, I mean. ‘’

‘’ Ah. ‘’, a small laugh escapes you. You vaguely wave your free hand around your pockets, red wine dancing dangerously close to the rim as you do. ‘’ Those I have, they’re just in there somewhere. ‘’

His hand goes up, pointing to your glass with his cigar, smoke rushing down his face as he exhales,

‘’ You want me to hold that for you? ‘’

‘’ That would be lovely. ‘’

His eyes follow your movement as your fingers loosen and you let your shoes drop at your feet, presenting him your glass of wine. His gaze connects to your naked feet against the concrete, you can tell he doesn’t approve.

‘’ So, ‘’ you fish around in your jacket again, ‘’ Bride or groom? ‘’

Something like a grunt comes out of him, deep in the throat, a laugh maybe. He brings his cigar to his lips.

‘’ More on the bride’s brother’s side, you? ‘’

‘’ Just the bride, Dina’s an old friend. ‘’

He takes a deep drag, his chest puffing with the inhale. ‘’ I’ve been told you are more like a family member at this point. ‘’

You know word comes around fast in Tijuana, even more so at a Tijuanense wedding. Still, his words scratch a part of your brain that screams at you, showing you once again everything you know, everything you have been noticing for years now, but prefer to ignore.

‘’ I haven’t lived in Tijuana in years. I’m not invited for Christmas anymore if you’re wondering. ‘’

He doesn't answer back. Thank god. The silence stretches out for a while and your hands are reaching once again into your pockets. You can still hear the music inside, a loud, quick norteña you would barely be able to keep up with. You still can’t find your pack of cigarettes.

‘’ Does the offer still stand?"

His eyes slowly go back to yours, brown, gentle, tired. His head tilts to the side in a silent question. He is a man of few words. You can already tell.

‘’ A cigarette, I mean," you say. "I do have a lighter. I can’t find the pack, though."

A smile pulls at his lips this time, and you can feel the tension that was gnawing at you fade away a little. The skin of his hand meets the inside of his denim jacket. It’s something close to genuine, his smile, like he does find your answer humorous. His palm is warm when he presses the cold metal case in your hand. He points a finger your way again.

‘’ Let's make it two, and you don't use my lighter," he says.

You bring the case close to your chest, a small smile on your face. A peace offering maybe. You feel like a child negotiating for dessert, "Make it three, I use my light, and you can keep my glass of wine. We have a deal?"

His eyes squint, eyebrows almost meeting in the middle, you know your lie won’t work. You are surprised when he chuckles, half a smile, brushing his teeth with his tongue as he tuts.

‘’ Thought it was an open bar tonight."

‘’ No, it’s not. Not after eleven."

‘’ And what time is it now?"

You clear your throat as you pull the three cigarettes out of the case, quickly squeezing one between your lips.

‘’ Way past eleven. It’s too late now, you have to take the deal. ‘’

‘’ What if I don’t like red wine? ‘’

You bring your hand up, shielding the flame from the wind. As you exhale the first drag, you take a step back, leaning on one of the pillars orning the balcony. The smoke is warm on your face, prickling your eyes on the way up.

‘’ You don’t seem to me like the type of person that likes wine, no matter the color. Am I wrong? ‘’

He doesn’t retort back this time, but the smile is still there as he turns his attention back to the garden. You take this time to really look at him, how dark his eyes are, how there is not a single wrinkle on his blouse. You breathe in the smoke while he swings the liquid around in the glass. He is handsome, there is no doubt about that, with his mustache and his tailored pants. Maybe tonight doesn’t have to be as boring as you first made it out to be. Your eyes are lingering on his face, you don’t bother hiding it. They trace their way up and around the wrinkles beside his eyes until it reaches the curve of his cheek, tumbling down to graze his lips.

‘’ I don’t think I asked you for your name. ‘’

It is a question without being one, a statement that he will have to answer anyway. You feel bold tonight, something that barely happens anymore, but even with all this build-up of confidence, spilling over the edges, going down your throat with the nicotine, you still feel small when he is now the one analyzing you. His brown eyes are back on you, and you love how the wind catches in his curls, pushing them under his hat. He crushes his cigar with the heel of his foot, sparkles of hot ashes following the movement.

‘’ You can call me Ismael. ‘’

Ismael. You like it. It suits him, a soft name for a soft exterior. You can tell this calmness is only a facade. An ocean a wind away from becoming a storm.

‘’ And what do others get to call you then? ‘’

The ones I can see looking through the window. Keeping watch. He snorts, taking a sip of your wine, his face souring at the taste the second it meets his lips.

‘’ You are right, I don’t like wine at all. ‘’

You know pushing your question once more will get you nowhere, so you don’t ask again. Maybe Ismael will be the only thing you’ll get tonight. You do offer him your name instead, and he says it back to you, the letters rolling softly off his tongue. You stay silent for a moment after that, a moment spent looking back into his eyes, ears still ringing from the music inside.

‘’ Let me guess, ‘’ you propose, motioning to the untouched wine in the cup, ‘’ and if I win, I get-, what did you say you do for a living? ‘’

You’re fishing again. You can tell that he knows, you can tell he doesn’t care.

‘’ I got my own business. ‘’

‘’ Right, ‘’ you stretch the word out, softly fishing your glass of wine out of his hand. He lets you, ‘’ If I can guess your drink of choice, you owe me one peso, we got a deal? ‘’

You can tell you have his attention now, it’s the way his eyebrows raise and how his lips form a small smile across his cheek. He leans gently towards you, as if his next words were only meant between you and him.

‘’ If you can guess in one try, I’ll make it two pesos, but you’ll owe me a dance, deal? ‘’

You scoff, taking a sip from your glass. You swoosh it in your mouth a little. Left, right, swallow. It’s bold, you have to admit, but you can tell he is as serious as you are. It does surprise you when he holds his hand out to you, expecting a handshake, a deal. Whatever business Ismael has back home, you know selling is probably his strong suit. You shake it, his fingers are warm in your hand, palms dry and calloused. You are a horrible dancer anyway, it’s his feet that are going to take the worst of it.

You use his hand as leverage to pull yourself off the pillar, choosing to sit on the bench next to it instead. You look up at him, eyes squinting.

‘’ You’re clearly from Sinaloa… And your hands are strong, so you probably work a field job. How am I doing so far? ‘’

‘’ Surprisingly good. ‘’ His hand brushes through his mustache, you know he’s smiling, ‘’ So far. ‘’

You hmm, elbows touching your knees as your chin follow the movement, pressing against your open hand. Your fingers drum on the side of your cheek. You could stare at him for hours.

‘’ I think I know, ‘’ you grin, ‘’ You are a classic beer kind of guy. ‘’

He doesn’t react, and for a second you do believe that you are wrong, but just as you are about to stand back and pull out your wallet, something in his eyes changes. It’s soft, barely there, but you didn’t miss it. Hook, line, and sinker. It’s your cue to keep going, you know you’re in.

‘’ None of those artisanal ones, nah. I think you’re a classic Pacífico guy. ‘’

‘’ What do you do for a living? ‘’

You let out a laugh,

‘’ I watch a bit too much of those police novelas on TV is what I do.’’

Ismael chuckles, his eyes moving down again to your feet. You gaze down too, noticing now how the pavement has gotten colder under your toes.

‘’ I owe you a dance, don’t I? ‘’

‘’ You don’t have to put your shoes back on if they hurt. ‘’

You stand up from the bench, holding out your hand towards him. Ismael slides his fingers between yours as he pulls you closer to him. You can feel your blood rushing down your body from the movement, your heart pushing against your ribcage. His arm raises above your head, slowly pushing you to swirl around. Your toes rub on the ground as you turn, you are not sure if it is his proximity or the alcohol that makes your head spin.

Before you can reach for your heels, he is already leaning down by your feet, bending his back until his other hand grabs the back of your shoes.. When he straightens back up, it feels like he’s a step closer, in his hands, the tip of your shoes is nudging your thigh. You can smell the tobacco on him, feel how heavy his gaze is on you, see the dots of green in his brown eyes.

‘’ Let me take you out to dinner tomorrow. ‘’

You can’t help your eyes from following the movement of his lips, the movement of his skin creasing where it meets his cheek. You look up, back into his eyes.

‘’ Really? ‘’

He mirrors the word back to you, raspy, confident. Really. You know your cheeks are red without a doubt, the heat you feel is enough. You nod, leaning back on your heel, in the hope that putting some distance between you and him would help you regain whatever confidence you left on the bench. His thumb is brushing against the back of your hand now, what a smooth mother-

‘’ Even if I step on your feet the whole dance? ‘’

Your words are quick, begging for a chance to stop melting over this, over him. He thinks for a second, looking up in a mocking way before his eyes are back on you again,

‘’ I’ll allow it. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it after a few songs. I’m a great teacher. ‘’

You don’t doubt him for a second.

And you don’t miss how Dina eyes you when he brings you to the dancefloor, making you twirl once more, but tonight, as much as it pains you to think it, you can’t seem to care. You can deal with the speeches, rumors, and the big sister talk tomorrow, because tonight you feel better than you have felt in weeks. Maybe it’s the way Ismael does not even flinch when you do inevitably step on his toes or how his fingers bunch up the fabric at your waist to bring you even closer to him. Maybe it’s because you don’t want to think about the gun your fingertips brush every time your hand caresses lower down his back. Maybe because he feels so different from the one you had been meeting before.

Still, you are surprised when he calls you the next morning, asking you what time would be best for you tonight. After breakfast, when you lie to Dina and tell her you’re having dinner with an old school friend, you can’t help how wild the butterflies in your stomach are.

You don’t think much about it when you slip into his car at the next street corner, as he drives you around with the windows down, as he asks you about your day, pushing your chair out from under the table for you. You don’t even remember why you were feeling nervous when he orders his food after you, calling back the waiter before he could leave.

‘’ Can you bring a Pacífico with that? And a glass of wine, red, for the lady. ‘’

Ismael turns to you, lips pulling into a smile, his knees knocking against yours under the table. ‘’ Rojo, that’s right? ‘’

He’s still wearing that damn hat inside, the buckle on top catching the light. You smile back at him, nodding.

That’s right.

#ismael el mayo zambada x reader #ismael zambada x reader #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico fanfic #ismael el mayo zambada #narcos x reader

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thesolotomyhan · 2 years

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a/n: slowly coming back into it but i was writing something else on and off while i was away but i havent finished it so i just ultimately decided to do another one of these just because i love how i can focus on so many characters and just type away so have this while i figure some things out on my end for you all <3

warnings: theres only nsfw for like 2 characters but ill let you know lol

mayo: wedding :)

strap tf in because ever since writing that ramon wedding hc i have not stopped thinking about that topic but with my mayo and i have little to no shame to admit to you all that i have thought about his ass and a wedding subject more than once but i just never got around to it but 👀👀 lemme say i am having troubles with myself on deciding what i can briefly talk about and not get myself carried on writing a whole ass presentation,,,,, i just ,,,,, want to at least get an idea out here 👀 see if anyone could be interested 👀👀 but OHHHH i just i want to scream into the abyss when i think about this subject with HIM <\3 like me muero mE MUERO because i know for a mf’ing fact my consentido would call you “mi esposa” even before you two actually get married,,, like he’s emocionado about the whole thing as it leads up to that day :((( him introducing you to everyone new as like “mira, deja les presento a mi esposa,.... mi chula” :(( ,, this stupid smile on his face as he lets his arm wrap around your waist and keep you close to him as he introduces you when you two are barely engaged or something and i dont know why that makes me fall to my knees and sob,, wow and just imagining how this man would stress yet be as cool as anything to make this the most perfect day for you,,,because as i have kind of briefly gone over,,, once this mf actually falls in love, que hasta he forgets anyone else other than you exists,, you know marriage is not far from the path hes on,, and it just comes naturally,,, so when i imagine that the day does come,,, he makes this shit the biggest thing ever in sinaloa,, its going to last for dayssss,, complacendote in any and everything,, making sure to not have you have any stress on your head all day long,, he just wants to see you to be happy, blissful and smiling all day long because of him yyy ay cabron hold on,,,, i just without getting too into this knowing myself,,, can you all just take a minute and imagine the grand ass church/ceremony he would do this at,,, una pinche elegancia that even guero is questioning how much money this mf blew for your wedding day,,, el todo pinshe pienado :( the simple FucvinG waY HE would look at you throughout the whole thing like you just gave him the best regalo de la vida :((( him probably wanting to just hold your hand for all 24 hours of that day and more,,, the little glances and small smiles he would give you throughout the vows down until he can kiss you :((((((( and the reception yalll ayyy no,,, him not letting you be away from him for more than 2 inches,, :( walking around together como marido y mujer and shit :((( dancing to your song ,,,, the honeymoon after wards :))))))) ayyy GUEY im sorry ill stop i just- wedding+mayo=my entire heart and i dont want to dump that whole thing just yet on this available space i have here :(( but this has been my proposal on the idea :( ok bye now

rafa- (slight/only a mention because i cant stop myself)

ingasu ,,,, mi pinshe bonbonnnnnnnn ,,,, i have a need a want to get a ramble of thoughts out and this is what this is,, but dont worry ill come back for him when i have a straight mind and an actual structure of writing for him because OUGHHH how can i not? now wow get out of my mf’ing way here becauseeee lord just when i think the wakanda forever trailer couldnt top the idea of chadwicks tchalla character coming back again :( +++ the announcement they made that tenoch would be playing namor a while back,,,, these mf’s actually decided to kill me and add in namor’s character in the trailer as well when i had already fell to my kness at a walmart parking lot just by the first second of that trailer,, and i just descended upon the clouds themselves when i saw him my god i was not expecting to be fed so well early on,,, because now let me guide you all back to watch the trailer if you didnt catch a good ass glimpse like i did to look at this bitch’s physique ,,, like get a good fucking look at this mfs back,, yess his fuckin back ,, his damn shoulders i cRY YALL ,, thAT LaDies and gentlemen,, is a man ,, now LISTENNN I AM not a marvel blog whatsoever but i would be lying through my soul if i told yall those 2 second clips of him on that trailer awoke and brought back my unconditional love for him and what better than to add rafa back in this mf and let me respectfully simp for mi pelos chinos consentido de shulada de hombre again,, and i just- i couldnt contain myself imagining the wayyyyyy he would love to let you scratch his back :)) when hes pounding away at youuuuu but damn omg let me just stop,, lol that wasnt planned for him today because i knew this man radiated bde but namor???? tenoch ???? placed to finally extra cherry i needed on top because i just couldnt get that once scene where hes walking into that wedding party with his scarface suit on out of my mind for a while and i just- i could not handle the thought of the two of you turning heads everytime the two of you walk into a building or party because the radiationnnn,, its about the radiation you two set off when youre both walking into a party,, arms tangled into the other as you both walk in,, heads held high off the fucking ground,, both of your outfits being that high end material, that just compliments the others in a beautiful way ,, him leading you around either with you dangling off his arm :) or leading you sit down so you dont get tired :) but ughhh his dumbass smile never wiping off his face because he knows everyone is staring at the two of you ,,just him having a thing for showing you off and it’s the best damn feeling when it’s neither of you trying,, it comes natural with they way the aura is set around you two when you walk into a place and that sets me off,,, And wow,, thank you for coming to my brief brain fart session,, take what i told you today as a topic starter with me

amado: baile/jaripeo

ayyyy hasta pego un grito de los buenos imagining something like this with him :( and maybe it’s just meeee because ive been keeping busy going to these and all ;) but imagining pinshe amado going with you :) bailando to like a banda song or something,(im imagining something like y llegaste tu or something more movidita like ayer la vi por la calle because the vueltas would be more fast paced ya know? and i know only maybe a few people are going to understand what im talking about so im sorry if you’re questioning wtf im even saying right now lol) but anyways i just imagine he would have his arm wrapped around your back and just holding you close to him when he does he vueltas or the small steps to the rhythm ya know? leading you around the steps, :( his other hand is just holding una pinshe chela bien fria+ not me imagining how the thought of him drinking his chela while dancing with you had me in a grip im sorry ,,,, and aughhH its something about that image, and the thought of your steps being in unison and flowing as smooth as possible hmnnnn,,,, him vestido de negro because he knows no other colors,, his shirt slightly opened with that chain he has on showing fff- hair slightly down but with that natural flow he has going on with it, your frame being whisked away by his tall ass, and like the hand thats wrapped around you ocsassionaly going down and resting on top of your ass ay his little gold watch glowing from the sun or something and wow ,, his own little smirk plastered onto his face and all, when he tightens his hold around you his reina AUGH,,,,, all while one of your hands are holding the back of his neck, your other on his shoulder ,, you just letting him lead you away, your own small smile on your face ugh byE, i love that image,,,, the two of you probably even lean in to kiss the other when you want ay,,, lowkey humming the songs too and bye i want this with him

ramon:

yall im so sorry to be in my feelings today but i have been bombarded and read up a lot of nsfw things for ramon lately in this AO and i just lets take a minute to breathe ok you horndogs ,, let me dip my fingers in atleast into these waters slowly again before we go back out into that region once more becauseeeeee i just wanted to voice something on mi niño enamorado because it occurred to me while i was writing this other hc i have in the works and i just, i couldnt help but have the itch to imagine ramon being soft with quality time guys,,, quality time in a relationship is something i see ramon loving to do because he may be rich and seem like the type to be boujee on all his dates which sure,, he might do the first few times with you and all that,, but eventually for him,, to be in the mere presence of you is something he breathes off of and never wants to go without , so let me unroll this out for you all,, because the first thing,,, is the thought of him obviously loving to go out to clubs with you,, i feel as though this has been thoroughly established enough just because of the thought of the two of you being dressed to the ninesss,, hanging off of the other, and dancing up on the other in that close space with the beat of the music surrounding you two,, makes it a whole vibe alright,, and even if you dont want to dance,, the thought of just having you sitting on his lap or right next to him up on the vip section, dressed up but sitting prettily against him as he has an arm wrapped around you is just POETRY, or when youre not with him,, maybe you went to get yourself a drink,, you looking back to wheres he just watching you,, you giving him this soft ass smile and his enamorado ass just flashing you a smile back, eyes lit up with that small glint and all ayy no le da orgullo al cabron that hes the one youre with :))) or in this second example,, having those video game dates :( because we’ve seen that being consistent with him because in s1 he has going crazy on that retro ass game and in s3 he had his little console :( and ughhh i just couldnt help but almost cry at the thought of him wanting to play video games with you as a date :((( the two of you having the loudest but friendly arguments that it echoes around the house as you play against the other,, a shit ton of snacks dispersed all around the floor of the two of you as you both are solely focused on getting the upper hand on the other, smiles on your faces as you both sit next to eachother on the ground probably from how intense it could get,, the two of you probably sabotage the other in a friendly way just to hear the other scream as one of you gets closer to first place ay no i cry at that thought because those are definitely going to be core memories <like even the juniors probably even join in when they come around> :( or even on example #3,,, the thought of having dates over at the others house,, and just cuddled up like,, him laying back with you sitting in between his legs, your back to his chest, curled into him and just watching like ,,,, cartoons :( probably with even more snacks spread out all over the place,,, the volume of the tv damn near filling up the whole house, both of your laughters following after when something happens on the tv, im sorry yall i cry to all of this because its just small moments or even big moments are the biggest thing for him when it comes to you,, doesnt matter as long as hes with you and youre both having fun :(((( se enamora mas mi niño bye (also im totally not listening to ojitos lindos by bad bunny and bawling my eyes out because that is my bebes song that describes what imagine him being for you his nena :((( )

benjamin:

slow mornings yalL SLOW MORNINGSSSSSSS with benjamin,,,,, allow me to sob but explain because i just get so sentimental and soft around this man, i love him and cherish him but wow,,, now i know you all can tell hes a puntual type of man,, hes never late to shit,, hes on time about everything and i just feel like he likes to be busy doing things all the time so much that he never catches a break because then he would have a breakdown if he even just sits back for once so :))) the thought of you being the cause for a slow morning once for him that unravels his want to do them from then on just :( sets me,,,, and while slow mornings with him i can picture things like maybe just the two of you cuddling in bed,, getting breakfast sent up to the two of you as you just bask in eachother presence :(( or something like the two of you watching the other get ready,,, dropping kisses on eachother every time you pass eachother in the bedroom,, him on his part slacking tf off when he watches you simply brush your hair out or just pick out something for the day to wear when youre just wearing his shirt:( because he definitely just stares at you longingly/lovingly and him def coming up behind you to hug you and just kiss you ughh these are most definitely not off the table but for todays focus,, i just want to say something and start us out on how we got to that stage because like dont you dare say to me otherwise that he doesnt sleep without touching some part of you or holding you,,, because the generic type of sleep i see him getting is either when youre sleeping on his chest :( or him spooning you from behind and holding you from when he sleeps and shuts his eyes to until he wakes up and has to go ya know,,, and :( i just imagine him waking up before you,, his hair being a big tangled mess, he would have an arm under you to keep you from rolling off his chest :(,, his other hand might be holding yours thats resting on his chest :( im - him just breathing in a deep breath from where he has his face buried into your hair :(,, giving you a small kiss on the top of your head as he just gives you these soft h e a r t eyes as he stares down at your sleeping form :((( stop no one look at me,, and i just imagine him doing like a deep sigh because he lowkey wouldnt want to leave the bed or you,, :((( but him either way, slightly moving out of bed,, but at the slowest rate possible because he doesnt want to wake you up :((( and ughhh him already feeling bad once he feels your arm tighten around him,, youre doing a long sigh signifying your waking up :( and ay no as soon as you open your eyes youre met with his sorry ones :( and your voice asking him where hes going his ass is already sitting hismelf back down telling you he has to go :( but me and him would be lying if he wouldnt go back in bed with you if you asked him,, and omg, i cant because the way you would quite literally tug him back down,, you groggily looking up at him con esos ojitos :( asking him another 30 minutes wont hurt him,, you bet hes smiling down at you and laying down again :(( not even worrying if those 30 minutes turn into an hour as long as youre happy and keep him in place :((( i just- wow this mf turns into a puddle when it comes to you i dont know

kitty:

now heh i wasnt exactly targeting something exact for him, but i just fell into the mood in wanting to write something for him right now in these blurbs and i just went with what came to mind on the spot which is making out :))) because he def gives off that vibe of wanting to be attached to your lips constantly it’s almost something everyone has to be prepared to walk into when they’re looking for either of you two at some point in time but also because i just want to imagine some soft shit like this where neither of you have to do more other than kissing if you dont feel like it,, its just a way of outing your love for the other by kissing :( a physical thinggg ya know? but either way i imagine the way hes still giving you those ojitos :( , small smile on his face when he leans back away from you just to gaze upon you :( ughh and honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if it’s one of the essential building blocks in your relationship with him im sorry,,, because get this, im just imagining him sitting on the couch, slouched back, with you on top of him :) both of you fully clothed just slightly messy,,, his hands having trouble focusing if they want to rest on your ass or wander up your back, your own hands moving away from his chest :) to hold the side of his face :) the both of you probably having these irresistible smiles as you try to keep kissing the other but instead little breathless giggles keep escaping from the both of you ugh im sorry but :( the thought of him moving one of his hands to cup the side of your face when you both slightly lean away from the other and just stupidly smile as you both look at the other,, a light warmth spreading across both of your faces and cheeks from how close you both were,,, the intimacy of it all making you both go on a high and just want to keep your kissing session going,, him having literal soft he a rt eyes as he just stares up at you :( his other arm securing you even closer to him and his voice coming out lightly and scratchy like “te amo bebe” :(((( bye no one touch me right now

barron: (***nsfw)

now listen up my barron fuckers i was going to do a whole soft blurb type of thing right now for him but i know some of you guys are probably on the edge of hitting me across the face for taking my dandy ass time on his nsfw hc,, so im gving you all a small dose today just to tame some hairs alright? alright cool,, because doggy style? is our topic for today and it just almost screams his name off for me on this topic,, because for one, it’s a rough and dominant vibe that goes along with him just right that it will guarantee to make you lose all common sense and make you sore for the next week but also secondly ,,it gives him a view of being able to see your whole body from behind :) with your ass up in the air :) your hands digging into the material underneath you as youre on all fours :)) him having a death grip on your hips as he pumps into you,,, him def pushing your head back down onto the pillows by tangling his hand into your hair if you start to come up just so he can have that arch for you :)) and ughhh i dont know the thought of you moving one of your hands above you to just grip the sheets as he has you in that position,, your other hand :) coming to lay itself on top of one of his hands on your hip :)) threading your fingers through his and just tightening your grip onto his as he pumps into you in that rough and steady pace ugh,, you :) moving your head to the side and looking over your shoulder at him :) moans spilling past your lips as you scrunch your face together,,, throwing a small smile his way from the way hes making you feel hnnngg,,, omg him leaning his frame over you :)) one of his hands coming to hold your hand thats above your head on the sheets,, his other hand thats threading with yours just guiding you down to touch your swollen clit :) him helping you apply the right amount of pressure that it gets your eyes to roll back as he continues to thrust into you at an angle now,, fuuuc- him biting along that part of your skin where your shoulder meets your neck, just breathing heavily into your ear as your lewd moans continue to come out of you uncontroablly im sorry for this wow

arturo: (***nsfw)

yeeeeeahhhhh :) giving you 3 total arturo fuckers a taste as well because he is a car sex type of beat and im sorry because his pinshes camisas wangas get me , if you know you know,, :)) like you running your hand over his chest underneath hiss shirt as youre on top of him :) neither of you separating from this make out session between the two of you,, the heavy breathing you both would be doing would not help at all but just make the windows fog up,,, him :) struggling to lift this skirt you would be wearing as youre grinding away on top of him with your legs on either side of him,, his groans encouraging you even more and your soft moans only urging him to fumble against you even more :)and hnnnngg i cant at the thought of him bringing his lips away from yours to kiss your chest,, hurriedly moving your top away from your skin just so he can see the way your breasts spill out for him :) his hands moving to cusp your ass and lift your hips up :) letting him slide into you :) him hissing out into you when he feels your nails dig into his chest :) his name rolling of your lips :) when you toss your head back slightly when you feel him bottom out :) wow his grip just roughly kneading your skin,, getting you to lightly grind your hips against his to get you comfortable :) and just slowly building momentum up until he can have you bouncing on top of him :))) him continuing to leave small marks on your chest as he thrusts up into you,,, his eyes constantly looking up at you so he can focus on your face,,, audibly grunting out when he feels the pressure continuing to grow as you palm his chest :) your head tilting back down to look at him as you begin to meet his thrusts halfway :)) your entire face just scrunching up as you start to become more and more desperate and youre not sure if its because of the constant rough pumping of him and the way he just has you fucking yourself on top of him or if its because of the heat kicking up a few notches from both your heavy breathing and movements in such a confined space but either way it has you both holding the other like a damn lifeline that bound to explode any minute and i just - wow

güero:

here i go again with yet another pair-able soft topic for him,,,, god man :/ im sorry but güero and benjamin remind me of eachother so much i sometimes mix up writing ideas/topics of the two of them and i just thought i could share that to see if anyone else can relate to me because for one try and convince me otherwise this man,, mi güerito, mi hector is not the most love blinded soul that there is here,, try and tell me he is not the type of partner that is going to put you above all else simply because he’s that infatuated with you and head over heels twice in love with you,, this mf probably has a whole ass wedding plan ready by the first hour of your first date you ever had with him because he would have that sense of when he’s found his one and only :(( try to sit there and tell me he is not late for the most important or little things just because he was so caught up trying to button up his dress shirt but failing to do so at the end of the bed because you were 2 feet away from him getting ready yourself or brushing your hair out because he stops all and any process he was doing simply because he was off in his own world looking at you with that soft enamorado look in his eyes that his eyes would fucking dilate because they’re cast upon you :( ,,, and if he could he would turn into a mush puddle of himself if you catch him looking and flash him a soft smile through the mirror or look over your shoulder at him and give him heart eyes back because i shake at the overwhelming feeling he would feel at that moment because his favorite person, el amor de su vida loves him back the same way he does and that makes his love for you grow every damn day :((( please convince me that he isn’t the type that when you walk into the room while he’s negotiating or talking with some of the guys about the business that he totally doesn’t just forget the conversation at hand,, let his thoughts run off into emptiness and simply just let his eyes zone in on you because you take his breath away it physically hurts his heart to tear his eyes away from you,, his tesoro de su vida :( or that he won’t just drop whatever conversation or task at hand whenever he hears you call his name out because if he’s going to listen to you and help you with whatever problem or question you have, he should give you his 101% attention with that soft low voice of his going “aqui estoy, que paso mi amor” while bringing his hand out to hold yours and guide you towards him so you stand in between his legs :(((,, allowing you the option of you want to sit on his lap so he can wrap his arm around you,, the everlasting longing look in his face if you reach your other hand out and caress the side of his face omg it would make him feel like you gave him the literal tierra y mar to make a planet out of love for you and i crY i absolutely literally bawl to him ayy no GÜEY CALLENSE ill stop here because i have a feeling i could go on for a good hot hour if i continue for my soft bebe :(

miguel angel:

mmmm this man too,, it’s been a hot minute since ive acknowledged him and it’s only because recently i saw an old gif set of him,, and i just couldn’t help but feel incapacitated because i saw that teasing glint in his eyes that he sometimes has and aughh,,,, so for todays focus i wanted to zero in on reassurance because this man would lowkey be a whore for it since he has so many walls built around him, but also because there’s a lot of ways this can go about and i feel vulnerable just thinking about it with him,,, like on exhibit a . i can imagine this going down when he’s doing those business meetings but over dinner type of setting you know? like it could be him stressing over it, or him on the edge of lashing out over some dumb shit his business partner just slipped out,, but i just imagine you :( discreetly moving your hand under the table, gently placing your hand on his thigh or even moving to hold his hand on top of the table like it’s a normal pda thing but for him it’s everything,, but either way when it comes from you it has this calm manner that you wash over him that it just automatically makes his temper go away and be at ease because youre right there with him acting like his personal rock, something I’ve always connected with him when he’s in a relationship :( and this would be one of those examples :( because i just imagine him letting his physical tension go away at that second and glance over at you and it’s like everything wrong just goes away in that second :( i dont know man i just im soft for that type of feeling :( or take exhibit b. as another way i can see this, like you know those times where we sometimes see him panicking before he has to do some big negotiation that could change the business ? yeah , i can just picture something where he’s just waiting for the seconds that feel like hours to him , to count down until he has to leave, but he’s already dressed up but he wouldn’t have his suit jacket on because he feels like the room is burning up, and it’s just so much stress that his collar of his shirt is untucked, his previously slicked back hair is slowly coming out of place, him pacing back and forth, probably muttering so much nonsense inside his head he doesn’t even notice that you walked in the room 5 minutes ago and have been staring him down, slightly worried :( and it’s not until you actually walk up to him, saying his name a bit louder while you place a hand on his shoulder to get him to stop moving that he actually comes back down to earth at that moment :( you seeing this slight panic and vulnerable look in his eyes as you smooth the worry lines over his face :( and just ,,, you giving him. this soft reassuring smile as like a quiet signal for him to blurt out whatever is on his mind (acting like his fucking rock im telling you) :( and youre just fixing him up again, straightening his shirt to look as sharp as ever, smoothing back his hair as you just listen to him and give him some slight encouragement that there’s nothing to worry about :( he’s just overthinking shit and omg i cant because i just imagine this soft loving ass look he’s shooting you with when he hears your soft voice speak back to him, fixing him up better than ever and you don’t even know, you have not a single clue just how much your apoyo and even just the small little things you do help him in more ways than one and just :( you give him the need to push but also be the person for him to let his worries out to with no shame and just breathe for once and i just i love that im sorry yall

enedina:

hahaaa surprise yallll, i actaully decided and braved up to write some words for her today and I’m going to see for the first time if it all works out, so naturally for me so i can feel comfortable and build up from here, we’ll start small, and i wanted to begin with something similar like miguel angel, but platonically and sibling-like for mi reina today,, because oooO the thought of being siblings and having this special bond with her put me in a mood, because when i think of you being siblings with her and how she carries herself,, she definitely ends up reflecting all of that attitude and confidence down onto you,, who she looks at like her hermanita/o no matter what age you reach,, you will always be her bebe who she looks over but makes her right hand man in anything and everything,, so getting quite to the point and cutting things briefly before i make a whole ass essay on being siblings with dina and what adventures that brings i want to set some examples because what does being her right hand mean? what does being her person to lay back on and talk about everything that comes to mind with? :( not only does it mean the two do you are always around eachother like a package duo,,, but it means that she’s always talking aloud everything to you, no matter if it’s the business, what she did last night, or the most random shit but she’s always speaking freely to you and you right back at her :( *special bonding moment sorry* and im sorry to take quite a turn here, :((( but :( that scene where she’s just absolutely devastated when she lost claudio :( not talking to anyone at all :( it doesn’t mean she shuts you out :( because :( you know how i said that her personality def rubbed off on you ? :( it means youre quite fuckkng stubborn when it comes down to shit like this with her,,, that youre the only one she actually lets in :( like I’m imagining you sneaking into her room in the early morning after it all happened :( giving her the tightest hug :( and just letting her break down into you :( and like you know when she’s watching her wedding tape back again? and she’s crying :( i imagine she would be laying her head in your lap :( hugging you :( while she has your arms wrapped around her, just quietly comforting her :( being her rock :( and it just feels like a refresher almost because she knows she doesn’t have to talk at all with you, because you would know her so well, and know how to comfort her at the right temperature until she’s ready :( and ughhh yeah :( i dont know :(

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artemiseamoon · 3 years

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Narcos & Narcos Mx

This includes both Mx & Original | As we know, some people appear in both shows. If you don’t see them, keep scrolling to the other list.

Narcos disclaimer: I fully understand how sensitive all this is, which is why I struggled with writing for the show or not. But, I do, and I enjoy it so don’t plan to stop anytime soon. The show is naturally a very real trigger, so off the bat, you are triggered, block the narcos tag. I’m only one of many who write for this show (I blame the actors, it’s their fault, they charmed us). Filter the tag and save yourself and the writers unnecessary exchanges. Criminals, drug traffickers, drugs, really bad people who hurt so many are talked about in this show. In writing these little stories I’m not trying to erase that or gloss it over. Now that I’ve said my peace, remember it’s fully your choice if you continue and your fault if you get upset not mine. Last, if you don’t like the fic/story just move on. Plenty of other things to read. Don’t waste my time. Plenty of other fics around.

NARCOS

Javier Peña

Steve Murphy

Carrillo

Poison

Gustavo

Pacho

Chepe

Judy Moncada - Like old times

Merelis (side character given a name & a feature) one day at a time

NARCOS MEXICO

Pacho

Amado

Miguel

Ramon

Enedina /Dina

Chepe

Isabella

Walt

Ossie - After this is over, If you die, I’ll kill you

Benjamin

Marta Linares

David Barron

Guillermo Calderoni

Ismael “El Mayo” - Late nights, early mornings

Verdin - Control pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3

Danilo - undefined

Pairs

Marta x Amado: In the morning

Etc

Assorted characters (via Sideblog) ficlets

Victor Tapia x Tenci

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Challenges

July 2023 - smut alphabet

October 2023 prompts challenge

Narcotober 2023

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Moodboards assorted

Isabella x Chepe

Things that must be said:

-I’m not glorifying the show or the pain people still endure today

- Yes, I understand this show may be (is) a trigger for some, please do not read if it is.

- There are terrible people and criminals highlighted in this show/ real life story. Any fan fic is a made up work and more so about the damn hot actors they cast not the evil assholes themselves. If you can’t understand this just block the narcos tag and don’t read the fanfics

- Always read warnings, what you consume is not my problem, it’s your choice. No one forces anyone to read anything.

- This is an adult 18+ blog only!

- Yes, I write Pacho with F reader. No this is not me denying his sexuality or erasing it. I’m a queer woman myself. Simply put, This is fanfic, let people live. If they want to imagine themselves with a character, let them.

- eventually I’ll revise all my old narcos stuff, for now, you can read them in their rougher state

Any grief or drama = instant blocking.

#Narcos #narcos mx #narcos writer #woc writer #black writer #narcos masterlist

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magicaldancer5678 · 3 years

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Karasuno 1st years when you take them to the carne asada!

Genre: Headcanons, light-hearted fluff and humor, Haikyuu x gender neutral reader

Warnings: mention of alcohol and almost underage drinking

a/n: This is my first writing post! I had this idea in my head for a long time and thought it would be good 1st post for my blog. I hope yall enjoy it. This is for my hispanic/latinx buddies out there

Hinata 🌞

• Is in awe, gets excited over the pinata

• The tios ask if he's the kid you babysit

• They try to trick him in drinking the strongest batch of cerbeza

• Amazes everyone with how he can keep up chasing all the little ones around the yard

• He praises the food

• Needs to hit the piñata without the blindfold

Kageyama 👑

• Very nervous, holds your hand while you go around introducing him to everyone

• Ends up sitting next to the abuelos

• Kags mentions never seeing a family so lively, and Abuelo gives him a whole speech/analogy on importantance of family, life, success

• Abuela tells him countless stories and he is the first person to be genuinely interested in them

• He loves horchata now

• You show everyone videos of him playing volleyball and now everyone wants to know when the next game is so they can come

Tsukishima 🌙

• Politely smiles, tries to not look overwhelmed

• Immediately gets called "el guero"

"¡Oye Guero!"

• Sets up the table w/out no one asking= las tias are impressed

• Elote with mayo? No...Elote w/ lots of chile Yes

• Learns to call you "pendejo/a"

Yamaguchi 🎶

• Says "hola" & everyone thinks he speaks Spanish

• Feels very embarrassed about it, gets a big hug from abuela in return

• Becomes friends with the dogs

• You hype him up by displaying a video of his jump float serve

• He doesn't want to be rude and keeps accepting more servings

• Sees the mariachi setting up, volunteers to play the guitar (I headcanon musician Yams 😤)

Yachi 🌷

• Stayed up trying to study as much Spanish as possible

• She got really nervous, but managed to properly introduced herself

• Everyone "Aww es preciosa"

• She helps out with everything

• Another favorite of abuela 🥰

• She helps the little kids pick up the candy after the piñata

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq headcanons #hq hinata #hq kageyama #hq tsukishima #hq yamaguchi #hq yachi #carne asada #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #hq x gn!reader

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bluegalaxyprime · 4 years

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Dos Lineas (Steve Rogers)

Pareja: Steve Rogers x Reader

Partes: 1/?

Advertencias: Viajes en el tiempo, angustias, amor, dolor, posible y leve mención a los Eternos y mención de diversos romances de otras realidades.

Resumen: En una realidad alterna se esta librando una guerra y en otra la paz reina por una vez, un grupo de héroes deciden enviar a los hijos pequeños de dos de sus amigos junto a una carta, un álbum y chip, ellos no pueden solos, piden ayuda de sus “Yo” alternos.

Nota: Al principio puede parecer confuso, para mi lo fue, enserio, pero se me ocurrió la idea después de ver la película de orgullo y prejuicio (la original) y la de orgullo y prejuicio y zombies, y entonces pensé “¿como seria en que ambos se unieran?” para luego pensar en los multiversos de DC (Crisis en Tierras Infinitas) y las lineas del tiempo alternativas de End Game y BUM esto salio, aquí nadie murió, Natasha y Tony son muy felices con sus amigos pero lamento decir que Morgan no existe ya que no esta en mis planes de este pequeño Fic por ahora, a por cierto, Steve no se quedo atrás en el tiempo (la verdad no me gusto ese final pero que se le puede hacer), bueno, si pasaron, pero a la vez no, es difícil de explicar, mejor les dejo el fic, así me explico mejor.

Por más, es todo por ahora, disfruten!

Momento de paz.

Un momento para respirar.

Era raro, si, pero para personas como los vengadores era raro estar en calma pero a la vez un alivio, después de años de batallas era hora de un descanso, todos se lo merecían, se encontraban en la caballa de Tony mientras veían a Natasha tomando su rehabilitación con ayuda de Clint, después de caer y volver de la muerte, algún costo tendría que haber.

Casi ocho meses pasaron desde que Thanos desapareció finalmente para siempre, era hora descansar pero siempre había algo que inquietaba a uno, Bucky y Sam convencieron a Steve de tomar una vacaciones para al final, ellos terminaron con Barón Zemo y decidieron unirse a las vacaciones de Steve.

“Hasta que se deja ver!” Grito Tony, al ver un auto estacionarse, llamo la atención de los demás, vieron bajar a una mujer de unos 26 años, una amiga que los acompaño desde el principio de todo.

Ella sonrió levemente, al momento que se acercaba dejaba ver leves moretones y rasguños de su rostro, no para todos era una paz constante.

“Vi tu espectáculo en las noticias, el de Francia, si que lo dejaste muerto al tipo” Siguió hablando.

“También te extrañe Tony”

Todos la saludaron con felicidad, ella abrazo a Natasha por mucho tiempo, era una hermana para ella como Tony es un padre también para ella, durante toda la reunión Steve no se había separado de ella, todos escucharon la historia de Sam y Bucky contra Barón Zemo como también escucharon la historia de ella contra el que aparentemente era su tío, en Francia, todos reían, y sonreían con tranquilidad, por ahora.

Nueva York. 8:46 PM.

“Escuchen bien, todo lo que tiene que hacer es buscar a mamá y a papá, entendido?”

“Si, tío Tony” Dijo un pequeño de apenas 5 años mientras tomaba con cuidado a su hermana de 1 año, en ese momento se escucharon explosiones, el suelo empezó a temblar, y Tony Stark escucho la voz de su intercomunicador “Hirieron a nuestra primera defensa, repito, hirieron a nuestra primera defensa” era la voz de Clint y se podía notar la desesperación “¿Me copias Tony?”

“Te copio” Contesto con voz ahogada, la primera defensa eran Steve y (tn) “¿como están?”

“Steve no deja de sangrar, (tn) Pudo traerlo como pudo y volvió a la linea, están sobre ella Tony” Clint dejo de hablar para luego llorar “Natasha la esta ayudando como puede, Sam esta en el aire y Bucky en tierra pero no puede acercarse a más de un kilómetro, y si disparo una flecha no solo matare a esas cosas si no a ella”

“Si es que no ya lo esta...” Contesto y miro al niño que se encontraba frente de el, esos ojos verdes como de la chica que veía como una hija, la bebé dormía entre todo este caos, estaban apunto de perder a sus dos padres, los bebés Rogers enviarían un mensaje. “Iré para aya, manda a Wanda a ayudar a Bucky y que Bruce se encargue de Steve, es lo único que tenemos ahora, mientras Thor se encarga de algunas naves”

“Bien”

“¿Tío Tony?” Hablo el pequeño Joseph Rogers, un niño normal, como cualquier otro, heredando los problemas del Steve antes del suero, mientras que su hermana era mucho más sana pero igual de normal que el.

“Es hora de irse pequeño y recuerda...siempre tendrás una familia, que tienen unos padres que te aman a ti y a tu hermana, cuídala como el hermano mayor que eres, hasta pronto, pequeño Rogers”

Apretó un botón, con eso aparecieron unos pequeños cascos en la cabeza de los niños y terminando de completar el traje, Tony Stark vio desaparecer a ambos niños en un gran destello para luego dejar aparece su propio traje de Iron Man.

“Muy bien, que empiece la fiesta”

Base de los Vengadores. 5 de la Tarde.

Después de una mañana en casa de Tony, decidieron regresar para descansar, la base había sido reconstruida y re modelada.

“¿que hay para cenar?” Pregunto (tn) a Steve que se encontraba en la cocina.

“No tiene mucho que comimos” La miro y ella a el, el suspiro resignado “Hay algo de pizza y creo que lasaña”

“Perfecto” se levanto del sofá y entro en la cocina, en ese momento entraron los demás.

“¿Y (tn)?” Pregunto Natasha.

“Asaltando la cocina” Contesto Steve y ella sonrió.

“Porque no me sorprende”

En ese momento se escucha un ruido sordo.

“Yo no fui!” Gritaron desde la cocina para luego escuchar el llanto de un bebé y aun niño gritar “Mamá!¨”

Como si fuera magia, un niño llego corriendo mientras arrastraba a uno más pequeño, ambos dentro de un traje gris pero con la A distintiva de los Avengers, el mayor llevaba una mochila en su espalda, Bucky, Sam Wanda, Natasha y Steve veían conmocionados a los niños.

“Sarah, mira, estamos en casa, el tío Tony tenia razón” Hablo el niño mayo pero la pequeña no dejaba de llorar, por lo que nadie presto atención a la chica que salia de la cocina.

“Ahora si, ¿quien tuvo hijos y no me dijo?” Pregunto (tn) y miro a Sam “No me digas que no sabias...” El la miro.

“No son mis hijos” Replico el moreno, el niño presiono varios botones para lograr desaparecer el traje de su cuerpo y en el su hermana, al no tener aquel casco, logro ver a las personas frente a ellos, sonrió aun más al ver a su madre.

“Mami!” Grito el pequeño corriendo a abrazar las piernas de (tn), dejándolos en shock a todos.

“Yo no tengo hijos” Dijo mirando al niño que se encontraba aferrado en sus piernas y a la niña que la miraba fijamente con una cara de cansancio por haber llorado.

“Pues ahora los tienes” Hablo Bucky por primera vez en ese rato.

“Pa!” Exclamo la pequeña mientras extendía sus pequeños brazos hacia Steve. “Pa!”

“Vaya Steve, ahora eres padre también” Sonrió con burla, Sam.

Steve tomo a la pequeña en brazos al ver como arrugaba su tierno rostro al notar que había tardado en cargarla, la niña tocaba su rostro mientras reía y decía “Pa” a cada segundo.

“Es mejor ir con Bruce” Hablo Natasha “Y hablar con Tony”

“Esto no puede ser bueno” Hablo (tn) con cansancio.

“Papi, ¿estas bien?” Hablo el pequeño mirando a Steve, todos los miraron a ellos.

“Si, estoy bien...amigo” Steve hablo con nerviosismo. “¿Porque la pregunta?”

“Es que...es que...antes del que el tio tony nos pusiera esa ropa, tu y mami, dijeron que tenían una misión y que iríamos a la casa de unos amigos del tio tony para cuidarnos a mi y a Sarah” Señalo a la pequeña. “pero...antes de venir, escuche como el tío Clint le decía al tio tony que te habías lastimado y que mami te llevo con el para luego irse otra vez pero que la tenían y que tia nat, la tia wanda o el tio bucky y el tio sam no podían ayudarla” La voz del pequeño se hacia más pequeña, a lo que a todos se les apretó el corazón, entonces (tn) lo tomo en brazos abrazándolo. “Yo quería ayudar a mami pero mami me dejo la misión de cuidar a Sarah, tío tony parecía triste”

“Creo es mejor dejarlo por ahora, los niños deben de tener hambre ¿no?” (tn) se fue con el niño aun en brazos hacia la cocina, dejando a los demás con Sarah en brazos de Steve.

“¿Nunca tendremos un momento de paz, verdad?” Pregunto Natasha moviendo su silla de ruedas hacia la cocina.

“Creo que eso es algo nulo para nosotros” Contesto Wanda Siguiéndola hacia la cocina.

“ah! ...Ammmm!” Gritaba la pequeña y Steve se puso nervioso. “¿Que quiere decir?”Pregunto a sus amigos pero ellos tampoco sabían que hacer.

“Tal vez (tn) tenga razón y tengan hambre” Hablo Bucky viendo a su amigo intentando calmar a la bebé.

“Vamos, las chicas deben saber algo” Dijo Sam, a lo que los tres se dirigieron a la cocina, vieron al pequeño niño comer un poco de pizza y reír con Wanda mientras Natasha y (tn) calentaban algo más de comida.

“Oye (tn), tu hija necesita algo” Hablo Bucky por Steve, y esta los miro a los tres con frustración.

“Ma!” Exclamo la niña, al tomarla de los brazos de Steve y evito lo más posible el mirarlo a los ojos “Ma!” la pequeña golpeo con suavidad su pecho derecho.

“Creo que quiere leche” Hablo Natasha con diversión, Steve se sonrojo mientras Sam y Bucky sonreían de la misma forma que Natasha.

“Pero yo no...ni siquiera produzco leche ahora” Mientras alejaba a la bebé de sus pechos “¿No es muy grande ya? Creo que es momento de que deje de tomar pecho”

“Los bebés pueden dejar de tomar pecho hasta los 2 y medio, pero creo que desde los 2 se puede ir alternando la formula” Contesto Wanda con mucha tranquilidad.

“Mierda”

En alguna parte dentro de las lineas alternativas.

“No podemos intervenir”

“Tu no me dices que hacer, tu, no nos dices que hacer”

“Claro que puedo porque-

“No eres líder de los vengadores! No eres un vengador! No eres nuestro jefe! Yo soy la líder! y si nosotros queremos intervenir lo haremos!”

“Puede que seas una descendiente de un celestial e incluso te consideramos uno de los nuestros, tu más que nadie sabe lo que pasara si intervienes”

“Puede que seas mi esposo Ikaris pero no sabes nada, tu y tu equipo estuvieron mucho tiempo en la tierra, sin intervenir en ninguna batalla, nosotros, los vengadores peleamos y defendimos al mundo de todo y todos, perdimos a muchos en el proceso...no saben, el dolor que nosotros sentimos”

“Cariño, no llores amor mio, escúchame muy bien (tn), se el dolor que haz sentido, se del dolor que guardas dentro, así como el odio y el rencor pero no dejes que esos impulsos te lleven a un lugar oscuro, eres el ser más hermoso y divino que e visto en todos mis años de vida” Ikaris miro a su esposa mientras se encontraba sentado en el borde de su cama compartida y ella sonrió.

“Y eso que haz vivido demasiado”

“Eres fuerte, tomaras la mejor decisión, lo se, por algo ellos decidieron que serias la nueva líder de los vengadores” Unió sus manos con las de ella “Se que odias a Rogers por irse al pasado, se que lo odias por no darte aquella oportunidad para amar pero mira hasta donde te llevo eso, conmigo” Ikaris sonrió.

“Eres más egocéntrico que tony...No eso es realmente imposible pero estas en su mismo camino” (tn) sonrió levemente y acaricio el rostro de su esposo.

“Ellos siempre tenían razón cariño, eres celestial y eterna”

“No, yo soy una vengadora”

“La Ultima Vengadora”

#steve x reader #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #avengers #endgame #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #tony stark #sam wilson #wanda maximoff #Ikaris #the eternals #Richard Madden

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