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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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I loved your Ramón story😍 Would love your take on something like this: female reader is going through some things and distances herself from Ramón. When she fails to show for a family breakfast meeting, he finds her drunk out of her mind and in desperate need of being taken care of🥹

Ramón Arellano Félix x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy. I do not speak Spanish nor I am going to try too.

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Warnings: drinking, f/Reader going through some things.

I am so happy you loved my Story. I was nervous to write for him. I hope you like this one.

Summary: f/Reader is the girlfriend of Ramón. She also has been going through some things & can't tell Ramón, so she tries to hide it. That is until she doesn't show up for a family breakfast & has Ramón panicking.

YN's POV

I could hear the phone ringing once more in the distance but I couldn't bring myself to answer it.

I knew it would be Ramón. He has been the only one who has called these last couple of days. I am only answering when I can not take the ringing anymore.

But Ramón isn't used to this from me. I practically race to the phone to answer it knowing it is him. He always makes sure to call me just to touch base.

I look forward to his calls. To hear when he will be home if he had to travel or just to make sure he is safe.

I heard my answering machine turning on and the sound of his confused voice filling the room.

"Hello my love. Just calling to let you know that I will be home tomorrow. Will be getting in late though, so I will be staying at Benjamin's but the family will be having breakfast together. Call me back, I love you."

The last part broke me. I could feel the tears streaming down my face as I played the message back before I erased it.

It was still early as I headed upstairs to my room, stopping off at the bar that Ramón insisted on putting in my home and grabbing the bottle of rum that I bought so long ago.

I didn't bother to grab a class as I just brought it to my lips and drank straight from the bottle.

My throat burning slightly as I drank. I climbed into bed and drank it all until I woke up the next day, my head pounding as I rushed to the washroom to throw up what little I had on my stomach.

I couldn't bring myself to look in the mirror as I brushed my teeth.

I went back to the kitchen, trying to find something simple to make myself when I saw the new bottle of whiskey just sitting there.

I grabbed it and placed myself on the couch to watch some of my favourite TV shows . The phone randomly ringing and it going straight to the answering machine.

The faces on the TV became more and more blurry as the day went on. I tried to just sip the whiskey but by the time the sun was setting, I was already slumped over, the TV at this point long forgotten and now just background noise.

Ramón Arellano Félix's POV:

This is the fourth time today that I have called YN and she still has not answered. I slammed the phone down and Benjamín just gave me a look, but he knew better than to ask me what was wrong.

He already knows that YN hasn't returned any of my calls and has hardly picked up the phone.

"Maybe she is out with friends. She did tell you that she was going to take this time to see them." He said to me as he looked out the window.

"Maybe." But I knew deep down that wasn't what happened. Even before I left for this business trip, YN has slowly been pulling herself away.

At first I didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to see it. Her smile didn't reach her eyes like it once did.

There was a sadness in her eyes when I looked into them, but I just pushed that feeling aside. Trying to convince myself that I was just seeing things.

But that night as I slept in what I considered my room at Benjamín's, I could only dream of YN telling me that she wanted to leave me.

I hardly slept but the few hours I didn't help me at all. It didn't help my nerves and as I got up and ready for the day, I thought about calling YN once more but even I knew she wouldn't pick up the phone.

I took my spot at the table and waited for YN to show up. Dina kept looking at her watch and I was looking at the massive clock that was above the fireplace.

Benjamín cleared his throat. "We can not wait anymore Ramon. We must start." I sighed and gestured for him to start this meeting, all the time wondering where the hell was YN?

Once the meeting was over, I practically flew out of the house and to my car. I ran every stop light and stop sign it felt like as I drove to YN's home, my home.

I slammed the car door shut and ran into the house, my gun in my hand ready to shoot anyone if I need too.

But the house was silent except for the sound of the TV that was on in the livingroom. I called her name and waited for her to answer.

Nothing.

I called it twice more and started to panic even more now, that was until I heard the groaning coming from the livingroom.

I walked towards the room quietly having no idea what the hell I was walking into.

What I actually walked into I have seen dozens of time with other people, but seeing my girl laying on the couch, with what looks like an empty whiskey bottle on floor.

"Ramón?"

"Yes baby." I took a few steps towards her and she looked up at me.

YN went to say something but then she puked all over herself and the carpeted floor.

"Of fuck." She said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Come on baby, let's go take a nice bath and get you cleaned up."

"But I gotta clean this up." She slurred out. I took her hands in mine, not caring at this point about the smell.

"I will have someone come in and take care of it." I walked the usual trail to our bedroom with the massive tub.

I helped YN take off her her clothes and put her in the shower first to clean her off. Once I was happy that she didn't smell like puke anymore, I ran us a bath with her favourite soap.

As that was filling, I called in the cleaning crew I normally use for when we throw parties to come and clean up the mess.

I sent Kitty out for food and her favourite coffee and now the two of us are relaxing in the tube.

"You had me worried baby." I said to her as I kissed that spot behind her ears that has her sighing.

"I know Ramón." YN was still drunk, but not as bad as when I found her.

"Want to tell me what is going on?"

"No...not yet."

I wanted to shake her. To force her to tell me what is going on but I can't be him with her. I had to be her Ramón.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and Kitty walked in when I gave the all clear. He placed the food and drink on the small table he brought in with him and quickly left.

"Here eat. Get something on that stomach of yours." I said to YN.

The two of us ate in silence for a few minutes.

"Ramón?"

"Yes love."

"Thank you for just being here."

I kissed her temple and muttered, "I am here for you. I love you."

"I love you too Ramón."

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c-h-a-t-e-a-u-m-a-r-m-o-n-t · 1 year

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OKAYYYYY?

#he looks so pretty with long hair omg🥺#Manuel Masalva #Ramon Arellano Felix #ramón arellano félix #narcos mexico #narcos mx

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iluvmasalva · 1 year

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I miss watching manuel and I miss that mullet of his that was lowkey attractive 😭

#narcos mexico #narcos #ramón arellano félix #netflix #manuel masalva #ramon arellano felix #enedina arellano félix #benjamin arellano felix

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curaheed · 2 years

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unless this mf drank from the fountain of youth i refuse to believe he is 41 years old

there's just no way wtf

#I'm trippin rn #ramón arellano félix #manuel masalva #ramon arellano felix #narcos: mexico #narcos #narcos mexico

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cregan-starks · 2 years

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Every episode of Narcos: Mexico

3.09 The Reckoning | “Our countries don’t want to fight this war. Just create the impression of it.”

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hausofmamadas · 2 years

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| Every alley in Mexico has its own ghost |

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Pairing: Ramón Arellano Félix x David Barrón

Written especially for @kesskirata - Narcos Fanfiction Exchange 2022

Word count: 3K

I’d never met anyone like him. Which made sense. The planet would likely combust if it had to contend with the rabid, spitfire energy of more than one Ramón Arellano Félix.

David Barrón has spent the last few months “not noticing” Ramón Arellano Félix, but even the will and self-denial of a deeply repressed convicted felon/cartel assassin isn't enough to withstand the fatal charms of the youngest Arellano.

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I leaned over the warehouse railing, trying hard not to pay attention to what was missing from the main floor below. The empty spot in the middle where that tall kid with the crazy hair should be gesturing wildly with an ice pop in one hand, shooting Nestor with his BB gun in the other, laughing every time he winced, fighting with Mín over where the trucks should go once they arrived. That tall kid with the crazy hair was miles away and I was trying hard not to notice.

Mín’s office door slammed and I turned around just in time to see Pancho chuck something in my direction. His throw was short and whatever it was - looked like a balaclava of some kind - ended up plopping half a foot from my shoes. When I picked it up, I was smacked by the smell of latex and formaldehyde. Inspecting it more closely, I realized it was a Halloween mask. A kitschy calavera skull to be exact, black and white with tacky accents of orange and purple lining the eyeholes. Something you’d find at Party City or some scrappy stand on the pier at Pacific Beach. Ridiculous but something else to think about.

“Barrón? Are you coming?”

I held up the mask with two fingers like a pair of dirty socks and looked at Pancho, dubious.

“Que cabrón? Qué pedo?”

I didn’t have to say anything. I wasn’t going anywhere without an explanation. Pancho knew this.

“Pinsh— tu eres el cabrón mas shingada obstinado que he conocido pues. Lo sabes?”

I knew it, but still said nothing. Let silence reverse-engineer the conversation. People like Pancho who were uncomfortable with silence were particularly susceptible to the dangers of filling it with chatter. Sometimes the chatter was useless. But if you held out long enough to convince them that supplying answers might end the noiseless agony, the chatter contained a lot of those too. They’d break, give you something for nothing at all. Friends for years, and still, Pancho fell for it every time.

“Par de independientes,” he relented, raking his hand over his face and sighing, “from your neck of the woods are pushing product, pero no han pagado la pisa. Dina got the bright idea to collect without enough backup. Món and Mín aren’t back from Ensenada yet. Entonces, somos su espaldos.”

My neck of the woods? That couldn’t be right. No one would be that stupid with Ziggy as the Logan Heights llevero. Even if I hadn’t been with the AFO, all work and no play makes Ziggy a cranky boy, sensible ‘ole Ziggy Morenas would never risk all-out war with the Arellanos by sending some back-alley greenhorns down here. Carnales would have his cojones before he could give the order.

“You sure they’re Logan Heights?”

“Pues, no se, it’s what Mín said.”

As discerning as Mín could be, he was blind regarding anything me-related. He must’ve heard the names of one of the other San Diego clickas and mistook it for Barrio LH. Probably only heard the “Heights” in Sherman Heights and thought the worst. All shoot first, questions later. I needed to call Ziggy.

When I didn’t move, Pancho threw up his hands. “Qué pedo pues ya? Qué quieres que te diga?”

“Wanna know the best way to get pinched?”

He scowled at my cross-examination.

“Theatrics. So,” I jiggled the mask, “the fuck are these for?”

“Pues si, pero estos pendejos decided to take advantage of the gabashos in town for Dia de los Muertos. The place we’re going is smack in the middle of the parade route.”

I stood corrected.

“Any more questions?”

All work and no play made Pancho a cranky boy. I always did attract the prickliest of kindred spirits. He and Ziggy should meet one of these days.

I nodded my head, “Listo pues.” But instead of following, I brushed past him patting his shoulder, and headed for Mín’s office. He looked a comical mix of outraged and bewildered but if this call prevented an all-out war, the grumpy fuck would thank me later.

For someone so uptight and particular, it always surprised me how much of a mess Mín’s office was. The file cabinets that lined the wall were covered in half empty Banker’s boxes, loose files, paper clips, and pens. I had to move stacks of papers just to get to the phone. I dialed Ziggy’s home number, hoping I’d get him and not his girl León, or his grandma. This wasn’t something you could have a little old lady jot on a steno pad to pass on later.

“Diga.” Ziggy’s voice was flat bored.

“Zig, it’s me.”

His voice brightened from flat bored to mild disinterest. “Ay, there he is. I heard ‘round the way you were in town a few weeks ago. Hurt you didn’t call.” He oozed disaffected sarcasm but Ziggy always told the truth.

“So you do miss me,” I teased. “Nah, got strapped for time. Had to cut early and get back.”

“Yeah, Tijuana. How’s it going? Gotta be better than mediating for a bunch of wiseass baby cholos.”

“Few months and already sick of being key holder?”

“I was never much for people.”

I laughed, “Shoot, true. But you got sense. Mando knew that. Speaking of sense, you didn’t send some newbie triflers to sling down here without clearing it with the Arellanos, did you?”

He coughed out, “Uh, pardon?” No one can fake that kind of cluelessness.

“Didn’t think so.”

“What the fuck. Who’s saying it was us?”

“Don’t know. Any new beef with the paisas up there, other clickas?”

“I mean. Does the sun rise and set everyday?”

“C’mon fool, I’m serious.”

Zig chuckled, “Not more or less than usual. Shermtown just dropped three of our guys last week. Some kind of family vendetta against one of my gunners. Fue una poca mierda.”

Shermtown. Sherman Heights. I’d called it. Probably.

“Hmm. Alright. Gotta bounce. Gracias, primo.”

“Woah, woah, hold up. You don’t think you should explain this to me? I don’t want any fucking surprises up here.”

“It’s not like that. Someone fucked up, but shit’s going down here. I’ll hit you with what you need to know when I know.”

“Whatever, chiflado.”

“Cool it, cranky. It’s me. I got you.” The sound of Ziggy laughing shrank as I pulled the receiver away and hung up.

Pancho was in the doorway when I turned around, leaning, arms crossed, leg shaking. He wanted to hit me. I could tell.

“Que estás haciendo, cabrón?”

I narrowed my eyes, boring my gaze into his forehead. “Independientes from ‘my neck of the woods?’ Not Barrio LH.”

He kicked off the doorframe like he’d been nodding off and just woke up. “So?”

“So, either Mín fucked up, or someone’s smearing my neighborhood to sell, tax-free, in yours.”

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We flew down the warehouse’s metal-grated steps so fast and I thought of those homeless tap dancers in Old Town downtown San Diego, peddling little routines for some pocket change and leftover French fries. We piled into the SUV parked outside. I shouted as casually as I could above the engine turnover, “Has hablado con Ramón?”

Pancho rolled his eyes as he checked the mag on his .45, “Supposedly, he’s meeting us there. They were already on their way when I got the call and pinshe menso’s trying to book it. Who knows if he’ll make it in time.”

I wished he wouldn’t. I wasn’t excited. I stared ahead and grabbed hold of the door handle as we pinballed side-to-side with every gaping pothole. Back home, people - well, usually gringos - liked to say the streets of Mexico were paved with blood. That always cracked me up, thinking about all these vigilant little tourists, popping down to Tijuana for a voyeuristic thrill, tip-toeing around the city, whispering words of warning to each other; the Underground Railroad for spring breakers. That is, if they weren’t hammered on the beach at one in the afternoon. Little did they know, the streets of Mexico weren’t fucking paved.

Pancho rolled down the window and stuck his hand out, yelling over the gusts of wind, “That’s why Món told me to bring you. In case he doesn’t make it in time.”

“If he hadn’t? Youd’ve gone without me?” I strained not to sound offended.

“Que shinga no, guey." A devious smile lit up Pancho’s face. "I just thought you’d wanna know you’re in good with him."

I shook my head, and pulled the mask on. It did just the trick even if it made my face sweat from the heat that flooded my cheeks. The smell of latex was stifling and I thanked my lucky stars it wasn’t summer.

The AFO warehouse wasn’t far from Mercado Hidalgo, Tijuana’s oldest, largest open air market and host to the city’s annual Dia de los Muertos celebration. Not five minutes into the drive, we met with the dense crowds of the parade. There wasn’t one blank face among them. Pancho was right, the masks were a good call. Everyone was decked out in the familiar campy, macabre Catrina costumes - a churning sea of black and white under a mist of windswept desert dust and a full, flat, honey-colored moon. It looked just like my memories. I thought of what Cheli’s grandma said how ‘every alley in Mexico has its own ghost.’ Or, maybe I’d read it in a book somewhere.

Pancho directed the driver, “Left here at Calle Zaragoza. Right on Boloyan.”

Finally, we pulled into an alley behind a slummy, rundown apartment building. I started sizing up the exterior. Only one door in the front and one out back but the building was fitted with fire escapes. Handy for us. Handy for the other guys too. I hopped out and walked around back to the open trunk where Pancho was passing everyone their gear.

“Are we going in cold?”

Pancho looked puzzled.

“Anyone do recon? Do we know what we’re wal—” My voice was drowned out by the beefy engine-revving of a Chevy Suburban. It pistol-whipped around the corner into the alley and skid to a halt, bumper nearly grazing my knees. Pancho had shot back so far and so fast he was almost halfway in the trunk. I took aim at the tinted windshield on the driver’s side and took a deep breath in. Three. Two. Exhale, on—

“Que pedo, cabrones! Nice to see you fresitas are awake!”

Just as I was about to get a shot off, that tall kid with the crazy hair rolled down the window and poked his head out, laughing that Evel Knievel laugh of his. Before I knew it, my mouth cocked up in a half smile. Loco. He had that effect on people.

Pancho was livid. “Shingamadre pendejo, nice of you to join us. Are you tryin’ to wake up the whole fucking neighborhood?”

Món hopped out of the SUV and strode over with all the swagger of a frat boy walking into a strip club. “Aaah, no mames. I didn’t want to miss out on all the action. Besides,” he waved in the direction of the parade crowd out on the main street, “no one’s sleeping with all this pinshe noise.” He looked down and locked eyes with me. Then tapped on my mask, “Hey these are cool. Where’s mine?”

Pancho rolled his eyes, “You’re lucky I brought extras.” He dug around in the trunk for another one.

It took a moment for the whiplash rush of adrenaline to ease up, but when it did, I registered what Món was wearing. He showed up to boost a stash house and get his sister out if this jam wearing expensive suede loafers, leather pants, and the loudest, red and yellow silk button-up I had ever seen. It wasn’t just impractical. He stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Dropped off your brother?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Didn’t have time to change?”

Món scanned himself from his shirt to his shoes and grinned. “Too much?”

I held up my thumb and forefinger.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. They’d be able to pick me out of a lineup, si cualquiera tuviera los huevos.”

He had a point. I always forgot that this wasn’t the US. Eyewitnesses weren’t worth shit in this backwards-ass town. Suddenly, he pointed his finger in my face. I wondered what he might do if I just leaned forward and bit it.

“But you don’t blend in as well as you think."

Even with my face covered, I was sure he could see how high my eyebrows shot up. "What're you tal–"

"I clocked those pinshe lobo eyes even with that thing on. I'd know those eyes anywhere.”

“Shoot, I almost killed you, fool.”

“Ahuevo, lobo. And I couldn’t think of a sweeter way to go.” He shoved my shoulder and winked, almost giddy. My heart fired off like a Gatling gun. I couldn’t help but think about how right Pancho had been about these masks. I made a mental note to set up some kind of alter or shrine to pay it proper thanks later.

He was in one of those moods. Not the ones that Dina and Mín were always so vexed about, sus humores. I overhead them talking about those once. Apparently, he'd gotten in trouble for stringing up a bunch of tuna from the farmer’s market on a clothesline and lighting them up with an AK at a public park. Ruined some poor kid’s birthday party. I could never relate to the lack of impulse control but I understood the impulse. From what I could tell though, Món had other moods. Worse ones. Moods like the Sun. Moods like today. Today, he was in love with the world. When Món was in love with the world, it was viral. No choice, you just had to love it too. I’d never met anyone like him. Which made sense. The planet would likely combust if it had to contend with the rabid, spitfire energy of more than one Ramón Arellano Félix.

Finished with his trunk excavation, Pancho turned around, “Oye, quit flirting with the help.” I nearly choked on my own tongue. Món just grinned like a loon. “And put this on. You already stick out like a sore thumb.” Pancho shoved the spare at Món, right at the spot between his collarbones where his little gold chain got all kinked, stuck to the sweat on his skin. I started worrying about my heart, pounding too fast. I didn’t notice. I didn’t notice anything.

Món yanked the it over his head, then coughed and pulled a sour face. “Que verga, why does this smell like chemicals?”

I smirked and the mask slid, brushing under my eyes. “Right.”

“Not half as bad as your aftershave, cabrón,” Pancho teased.

Món flipped him the bird, but I could tell by the shine in his eyes he was still grinning. I wished his aftershave smelled that bad. Would’ve helped matters. This once-innocent camaraderie, once-platonic banter, was warping into something messier, something I didn’t know how to handle. I looked over at Pancho, who went back to passing out gear.

Really, all of this was his fault.

At Donovan prison, Pancho earned the nickname, “Rey del chisme,” an elegant title denoting his supreme status as a professional shit-stirrer amongst the other inmates. He could single-handedly incite a cell-block riot after an industrious afternoon spent just gaining and betraying confidences. He did it for sport. He did it because he was bored. And really, what better way to break up an afternoon than watching two vatos beat the tar out of each other because one stole the other’s toothbrush, or fucked their sister, or killed this or that homie. The tedium of prison really brought out the strange in people. But Pancho was effective because he never needed to distort the truth to rock the boat. All it took was a well-timed observation to some already angry güey that such-and-such rival güey seemed to have more pull with the block’s key holder. So, of course that monster, El rey del chisme, was the first to clock the "Món thing,” whatever it was, before I was even aware. I still wasn't. And once he did, he couldn’t let it go.

‘All I'm saying ... existe una vibra entre los dos.’

I was incensed. I could've strangled him and regretted it for the rest of my life. It was the kind of indignation only ignited by the recognition of some hidden truth. Hidden from you, by you. Real, despite your best efforts.

‘Don’t feel bad, carnal. Mira, it makes sense. Growing up, everyone always said Món and Dina look the most alike out of all the siblings.’

Of course, he just had to throw that back in my face too. Perhaps there was some sense to it, though. Maybe this newfound … affection was nothing but an extension of that first crush on Dina. Dina, who wouldn’t give me the time of day, who wouldn't wink at me and talk about my lobo eyes like she spent hours studying them, who didn't have moods like the Sun, who wasn't in love with the world. The more I considered it the more it made sense. Yeah, yeah. That must've been it. Had to be it.

I was sweating. I had to get this mask off. Take a breather. As I slid it off, the blissful feeling of non-stagnant, cool air on my face almost leveled me. I looked over at that tall kid with the crazy hair. Framed by the paper lantern lights in the sky, and bathed in the sinister orange glow of the street lamps, he looked obscene. Beautifully so. He caught me staring. Like some kind of contest, I refused to look away. We locked eyes like our lives depended on it. He shot me the most carefree, daredevil smile then pulled the mask over his face. And I stopped worrying about my heart so much. Some things needed to be understood just for what they were.

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ducavalentinos · 2 years

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Ramón + family's party organizer™ 🎉🎈🥃 While making this I realized the contrast with the Arellano brothers partying in Season 1-2 versus their partying in Season 3. As far as it was shown, they went from smocking cr*ck in the nightclub (loool) to only having drinks and Mín already wanting to go home like the domestic man/husband goals he is :)) and for Món, it's even cooler to see this little progress his character made, like yet another piece showing his growth throughout the seasons, from teenage boy to adult man, and it's so subtle, but I like it a lot.

#narcos mexico #ramón arellano félix #francisco arellano félix #benjamín arellano félix #arellano félix family #my edits #this set has been sitting in my drafts since march and it was a either post it already or delete situation #so i decided to post because i liked the colour i achieved in the first scene :))#it's really adorable to me how thoughtful/close món is with his siblings :))#love that he made that sign SOLITO for francisco with the mx flags haha <33

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ashlingnarcos · 2 years

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mrs-stardustt · 1 year

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currently editing my very first contribution to the narcos mexico writing thingy here and I'm so FUCKING excitedddddd I'm already eager to post it and just be unhinge on the main

#narcos mexico #narcos imagine #amado carrillo fuentes 🌹#miguel ángel félix gallardo🌹#rafa caro quintero 🌹#benjamin arellano felix🌹#ramón arellano felix🌹#ismael el mayo zambada🌹#narcos: mexico #narcos mx

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous TV Shows Masterlist

Thank you for the idea @headinthecloudssblog

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy. I do not speak Spanish nor I am going to try too. I have no urge to try and butcher another language

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warnings: Some swearing. Shooting. The Christine Shootout. Blood. Death.

Summary: f/Reader is the girlfriend Ramón & is tired of being locked away for her protection. She sneaks out to join the men for Benjamin's birthday at Christine.

YN's POV:

"Ramón isn't going to like this YN." Enedina said from her the bed as she watched me try to pick out an outfit for the club.

"Dina, since when do I listen to what your brother says?" I asked her with one eyebrow raised.

I could see her just shrug her shoulders at me and smile. "How else am I supposed to have any fun? Why can he go out to the Club but I have to stay here with you boring people?" I teased.

A playful gasp left her lips and I felt the pillow hit the back of my head.

"I am not boring."

I turned around to look at her. "I know you aren't and neither is Ruth. I just am sick of being locked away."

Dina gave me a sad smile as she got off the bed and walked towards me. She placed her hands on my shoulders as I looked into her eyes.

"He is still going to kill you." I playfully shoved her away and walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bedroom Ramón and I are staying in.

I can hear her laughter as I closed the door, shaking my head the whole time at the woman.

I wish more people got to see this side of Enedina. Relaxed, in a good mood. Not caring about anything, but I get why she has to show her other side.

If she didn't, she would be walked all over by the men who are not part of her family. Not part of her inner circle.

I knew I had to wait for the right moment to sneak out the back door. I knew Andres would be going around the corner to have a smoke.

Benjamín has a strict policy about the men not leaving their posts but Andres always needs to step away to smoke.

Just like clockwork, he looked around to see if anyone would notice him step away and as he rounded the corner, I sprinted out the backdoor with my heels in my hand, and took a hard left to get to the little gate that is broken, and only opens half way.

I had a very small window before Luis would come around the corner to bitch at Andres about leaving his post.

I was able to just slip through the broken gate as I heard Luis yell at Andres. Yes, everything is coming along according to plan.

I walked down the street and met the taxi that I called from the house. I gave them a fake name as I didn't want to the cab driver to get in trouble, just in case this went south.

"Juanita?" He asked me. "Yes. Thank you." I said as I slipped into the back of the cab. I gave him the address and he knew exactly where he was going.

I knew Ramón will be angry at me for leaving the safety of his family, but he wouldn't be able to stay angry at me for long. He never can.

It was easy to spot him and his men. It was like all the energy in the room was drawn to them. Men and Women alike were looking at the dangerous men, either in fear, envy or both.

Most likely both. They wanted what they had. The money, the houses, the cars, the boats, the women and men. They wanted it but they could not do what they do.

These people didn't have the guts to do it. To risk not only their lives but the people who they love.

I got so lost in my own train of thoughts that I didn't see the man come up behind me, but I sure as hell felt a hand being placed on my shoulder.

I turned to look at the man, ready to punch them in the face for touching me when I saw it was Barron.

If he was standing there, then I knew Ramón must know I am there. I looked to the second floor and I could see him looking at me.

I didn't have to be close to him to know that he was extremely angry with me. I could tell with the way he is looking at me. How he is gripping the railing.

"How mad is he?" I asked Barron as he offered his hand to me, so I could get off of the very high bar stool.

"I can't say but from how hard he is staring you down, I would say a lot."

I cursed under my breath, but I also hid the smile that was threatening to show. When Ramón is this angry, well let me just say I will be walking funny tomorrow.

Ramón Arellano Félix's POV:

I should of known that YN would of shown up here. When I told her what the plans were for after Benjamín birthday dinner, and that it was only guys going.

She didn't argue. She didn't get upset or pout like she would of usually done. All she told me was to have fun and stay safe with a gentle kiss that had me wanting to deepen the it even more, but she just pulled back.

But as I was looking down at the dance floor, trying to decide if I wanted to head outside for some fresh air, I spotted her.

Walking towards the bar. Hair done, makeup was probably perfect. Wearing a short, purple dress with a pair of heels on.

I could see the men looking her up and down, wondering if they have a shot with her, but she paid them no mind.

She sat on the bar stool, with some difficulty as they were far too high for her and waited to place her drink order

I watched as the man behind the bar came running over to her. He smiled at her and knowing my girl, she smiled back. A few moments later, he walked away to get her drink.

"Barron, go and get her." He looked at me slightly confused and then he looked to where I was looking.

"Yes Boss."

It didn't take him long to get down to her. He pushed his way through the crowd. I could see them talking and she looked right up at me as he offered her his hand to help her down.

My attention was pulled away by Claudio calling my name. I knew YN was in good hands with Barron.

That was until I heard the gun shots and the screams as my family and I ran for our lives. Being hunted down by Chapo and his men.

I kept looking back to see if YN was there by some miracle, but she wasn't. Every time I shot my gun, I was nervous about YN someway, somehow stepping in front of it.

YN's POV:

Barron slowed his walking until he came to a complete stop. He was looking at the cops that have just randomly showed up.

"Take your heels off and get down low." I didn't question why. I kneeled down and undid the little buckles.

I didn't have time to even blink it felt like as I saw Barron start shooting. He gripped my arm and we started to move.

He kept me behind him as we walked up the stairs. My hands gripping the back of his shirt.

We got to the top and he pushed me down as he hid behind a column, all the while still shooting.

"On my call, run YN." A few more shots and he yelled go. I stayed low as I ran. Barron was right behind me, still shooting.

But as we were rounding a corner, I felt a searing pain in my left shoulder. I cried out in pain, as I knew what happened, but I didn't have time to think about the fact that I have just been shot.

I could hear Benjamín voice from above and saw the men come rushing down the stairs. Barron opening the door for them to get through.

I saw Ramón and could of cried at seeing him okay, but he was focusing on all the chaos around us, but he gripped my right hand in his as we ran.

I looked back and saw Barron hiding behind the closed part of the door. Then I felt extreme pain on the right side of my neck.

I let go of Ramón's hand as we ran and placed my hand over the spot that hurt. I looked down and saw my hand covered in my blood.

I didn't have time to say anything, as we had to get to safety. Ramón was doing his best to cover me from the bullets as he was running and shooting.

But then we heard it. One of the men got hit and I heard Ramón calling out Claudio's name. I knew he was dead and my heart broke for Dina.

We got into the kitchen and we all dived to the floor. That is when Ramón noticed me. "YN, my love. You're okay. You're okay. I promise." He said as he cupped my face gently in his hands.

The sound of his voice had me worried. I have never seen him this scared. "Ramón, I'm cold."

"Here you go baby. Take my shirt. Just stay awake. Keep talking for me." He didn't have time to give me his shirt.

The door swung open and in came Barron, who shot out the window. The last thing I remember was Benjamín and Ramón calling my name.

Ramón Arellano Félix's POV:

I could of thrown up when I saw YN covered in her own blood. She was shaking slightly, from either the blood loss or with everything going on, I have no idea.

"YN, my love. You're okay. You're okay. I promise." I said to her, knowing I sounded scared as I cupped her face in my hands.

"Ramón, I'm cold."

I offered her my shirt but Barron came in and got us out of there by shooting out a window.

I climbed through the window first and Benjamín was helping YN to climb through it from inside.

But I cried out her name as she blacked out, as did my brother. I picked her up in my arms as we got to the cars and drove away.

I had tears in my eyes but they didn't fall as the anger took over. "I need to get her to the hospital." I told Benjamín.

"Yes, I will call Ruth and tell her to pack up and warn the others."

By the time we got to the hospital, the Doctor told me that YN has lost too much blood.

"Either save her life or yours will end." I had my gun against his forehead. He called out to get the Operating Room ready to go.

I kept a few men there as I went with my brother to get our family.

Seeing my sister in pain over the loss of her husband hurt me, but then she asked about YN.

"Where is YN?" She looked around for my love.

"At the hospital, she...she was shot."

"Oh Ramón." Dina went to hug me, but I pulled away.

"I told you to keep her safe. I told you to keep an eye on her." I all but growled at my grieving sister.

"Do not blame me Ramón. Maybe if you didn't keep her locked away."

"For her own protection and look what fucking happened." The two of us were now in one another's faces.

"Enough. This isn't the time." Benjamín cut in.

"Once we are safe, we will send for YN and have her come. We will hire around the clock care for her." I said to them.

"Of course Ramón." My brother said to me. Dina was glaring out the window as we drove.

YN barely pulled though, but she did. When I told the hospital staff she was coming with me, only one brave person said she shouldn't be moved.

"Then no one else gets care. No one is allowed in this hospital until she is awake and better." I said to them in a dangerous voice.

"Now, get her ready to go. Get her in an ambulance and my men will take it from there. We already have a Doctor waiting with a nurse. Now. Get. Fucking. Moving."

No one moved. They just looked at one another. That was until Kitty stepped forward. "He said fucking move. Now." And held up his gun.

We watched as they got YN ready to go and in the ambulance in under half an hour. I stayed in the back the whole ride to our safe house.

Never once letting go of her hand. Randomly kissing her head. Praying and hoping she would wake up.

Enedina took over YN's care when I wasn't there. YN has been drifting in and out of sleep. At first I was scared that she was going to die, but the Doctor said that is her body letting her heal.

Chapo and his men are on the run. We were always so close but yet so far. We burned every single hideout he had.

We killed every man we came across that had helped in hiding him. Every single day that YN wasn't awake, I became more and more thirsty for his blood.

I wanted his head on a spike. I wanted to burn him alive and watch him suffer, but the bastard was always one step ahead of me.

I was just about to head out, trying to find Chapo again when Dina was calling my name.

"Ramón. Ramón come quick." I already knew she was in YN's room. The door was left open and I could see YN sitting up in bed, against the headboard with a shit ton of pillows supporting her.

"Ramón." YN said softly and gave me a small smile. I walked quickly over to her and kissed her, deeply.

I heard Dina leave the room, instructing the others to leave as well. To give us some privacy.

The tears were flowing freely now. "No need to cry my love." YN said as wiped away my tears.

I gave her a watery smile. "I thought I lost you. You lost so much blood."

"Well, I am still here."

"Yes you are." I gave her another kiss.

"You are never leaving this house again." I said to her as she rolled her eyes at me.

"And when you are better, I still have to punish you for sneaking out that night." I smirked to myself as I saw her shiver slightly at the threat.

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euporiadollx · 2 years

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My book on Wattpad just ended yesterday . I want to write a new Narcos book but I’m not sure. Anyway, I might updates the chapters of Desamor on here maybe <3

#narcos mexico #eiza gonzalez #narcos #miguel angel felix gallardo #rafa #quintero #benjamin arellano felix #ramón #ramon arellano felix #enedina arellano félix

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iluvmasalva · 1 year

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look at kitty with mon ❤️‍🔥

#narcos mexico #narcos #ramón arellano félix #netflix #manuel masalva #ramon arellano felix #enedina arellano félix #benjamin arellano felix #bad bunny #kitty looks so funny LMAO he’s so cute and so is mon literally love them two 💅🏻#my fav duo #💕💕💕

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curaheed · 2 years

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when he smokes crack 😍😍😍😍

song: pass the dutchie - musical youth

scene pack from @mmasalva

#i love s2 ramon #hes so crazy #an absolute wild card #this song made me think of him #s3 mon is more mature #yk #but s2 mon is unhinged #and thats why i love him #bad mullet and all #ramón arellano félix #ramon arellano felix #manuel masalva #narcos: mexico #narcos #narcos mexico #narcos edit #narcos mexico edit

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narcosmx · 11 months

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make up sex with ramón arellano félix would include...

a/n: yall are fucking feral for this man i love it anyways this was in my drafts. not nsfw...yet get to harassing me

so this inspiration for this came to me on one of my drives where i was blasting banda music as you do

and of course, i was screaming ya superame and this hit me okay

okay so quizas, los dos son un poquito toxic ve'da

like not unhinged, keying each other's cars toxic but like... jealous of anyone looks at the other a certain type of way toxic

so of course you get in your fights and stuff and you always say you're going to finally leave one another but wake up in the same bed the next morning

but like then it actually happens but not like leave and come back after a long weekend happen

but like, no matter how much it hurts you're going out with other people happened

so let me the set the scene for you

at the roxanne or christine whatever, somewhere these bitches own right

so as you would expect, mon has taken to drinking and doing drugs to mend the pain because baby boy can't cope for shit

can't cope with you not being there, can't cope with the fact that he ruined this, can't deal with the fact that he has to wake up every morning alone or even worse with someone in his bed that wasn't you

so obvi this man is drinking himself into the ground and of course being the tiniest bit toxica that you are you decide to go out dancing... at said club

and maybe part of it was just to rub salt into that wound for ramon or maybe you wanted to see if he still cared or ever cared at all fuck me

and i just the moment you enter the fucking club eyes are on you, well one particular set of eyes

can you just imagine ramon watching you walk in with someone from the VIP area looking over the like main dance floors and just pounding a fucking shot, immediately fucking going in for another one

and ramon is going through these whole ranges of emotions where he's like one minute pulling his gun out ready to march down to shoot someone in the face and another minute he's like pacing like no fuck that i'll show her, to like nearly crying i

and like you're dancing, with each song surprised you were able to get through it without interuption and a little disappointed about it too

and and then it starts happening right, mon throws down another fucking shot and is like fuck it, blooding boiling and fucking storming down the steps

he's parting dancers like the red fucking sea so you just see this figure b-lining towards you

and look i can just imagine the guy you came out with fucking hiding or running because can you imagine angry ramon coming barreling towards him

getting up to you, sweating and like heaving and he can't even open his mouth you're already face to face with him (more like face to chest) already laying in to him

"que parte no entiendes cuando te digo que no, la n o la o? tu tiempo se acabo, te juro que lla no te quiero ver"

and he just stops you right fucking there maam i just

"oh yeah, then why the fuck are you standing in my club right now, hm ? because you knew i was going to storm down here to get you, that's probably what you wanted isn't it" i just sexual tension you can feel it my dudes

you fucking scoffing at ramon can you hear me, looking at him in the eyes and audibly scoffing

"ya superame"

"do you think id be here if i could, mamita?" and then there's this moment where both of you are like waiting to see who is going to make the first move

but it's sure as fuck not going to be you so you kind of snatch your hand away and storm away

you driving home screaming some cortavenas from the top of your lungs i can't

then you pulling up and ramon's already fucking there leaning against his car like "you've always liked the long way home"

#narcos mexico #narcos mexico headcannons #ramon arellano felix x reader #ramon arellano felix

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