Note: I just binge watched Narcos Mexico again, and this was the result. i got carried away so this is kind of long, but honestly at this point I think everyone’s used to my long ass headcanons💀 hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. also, this is unedited
All my stories are written with a bisexual reader of colour in mind, but anyone is more than welcome to read them
Warnings (please lmk if I missed any): death, blood, mention of guns
Here I am! Back with some more -well who knows what at this point-
This is for mi princesa @llanzz I hope you like it!!
My askbox/ DM’s are always open!!
Lights flashing. Music thumping. Just another Saturday at the Roxanne. You took extra care with your hair, makeup and heart shattering outfit for the night. Absolutely nothing to do with the fact that it was guaranteed Ramon Arellano Felix was going to be there. Call it what you want. Harmless teasing. A flirty no strings attached easy relationship. A couple nights of destressing. Whatever it was it was fun. You hoped tonight would be no different. You finished applying the last layer of lip gloss and headed out the door to the adventure that awaited you across town.
Everyone who’s anyone gathers at the Roxanne. It’s the hottest club in town.
You were glad that today would be no exception. Last of the makeup applied you were glad that it was Saturday. For tonight the stresses of the week would be washed away in alcohol, music and a little naughty rendezvous to go with it.
The club was just the way you expected it to be. Just like always. You spied some of the whos who in their usual spots. Some of them even had new faces. Part human. Part silicone. You don’t see Ramon straight away, but you don’t was to go looking for him either. It’s just all part of the teasing. You both want each other. Fuck, sometimes you crave him. But you don’t let it show. Neither does he, even though sometimes he accidentally makes it painfully obvious. The bar called your name, on your way there you spy Chapo and Cochi in a booth nearby. Thinking nothing of it you order, down the drink and subtly check for Ramon again. No such luck as he was still no where in sight.
The bartender lands another drink down in front of you which you gladly accept. Just as two strong arms snake their way around your waist. ‘Hola princesa.’ Ramon’s voice somehow drowned out the music. You giggle and turn around to him. 'Been waiting for this?’ he challenges,
You playfully slap him away. 'You wish.’
'I have some.. business to take of. How about I meet you upstairs in thirty minutes/’ He leans in a little closer to explain what he has planned in those thirty minutes. Leaving you a little….bothered. Though those thirty minutes took just a tad longer than expected.
Why Ramon does anything is for a higher power to know and us to find out. Though it’s also probably a mystery to the higher power also. Ramon wasn’t about to let Cochi and Chapo get away easy. They couldn’t just walk into his club and decide to take over. They’d caused enough damage already.
Cochi sitting there, smug look on his face. It drove Ramon mad, He had to get Cochi and Chapo out of the damn club. Pretty soon the two hot heads were face to face.
'Ahi Ramon, should I send up some women from back home. Looks like you all could do with a few.’
At first Ramon didn’t respond. It wasn’t an insult he cared much about. So of course, Cochi couldn’t let it go but Chapo interjected. 'What are you doing here anyway Ramon, shouldn’t you be in some brothel on the other side of town?’
'At least I can get it up.’
Cochi pushed Chapo back before an argument ensued. He wanted to be the one to start it. 'Ramon. That pretty little thing of yours and I got together a couple weeks ago. She’s pretty fun. Bit talkative after the fact.’ He took another step closer. 'Good thing she let slip that I give it to her just that much better than you do.’
Silence fell over the club. R E D. That is all that Ramon sees in that moment. HE literally shoves a surprised Cochi to the ground. However just before he can knock him out for that comment Benjamin somehow manages to pull his brother off of the dirt bag on the ground. Chapo pulls him off the ground and they both make a hasty exit. Literally as fast as their feet can carry them. Gone into the wind. Just leaving behind one of Cochi’s teeth.
Mon’s chest heaves in anger, sweat still dripping off his brow. In just the blink of an eye thirty five minutes had elapsed. ——————-
It’s all about the timing. You couldn’t show up early, or on time, or too late that he thought something was up. it had to be perfect. So forty minutes after the invitation you wound up in the exact spot he told you to be. Dress hitched higher than it was earlier.
He wasn’t there. You didn’t think much of it. It was all part of the game. Right?
Another ten minutes elapsed and no sign of him. A couple other guys took it upon themselves to attempt to keep you company but you brush them off. They aren’t Ramon. It’s five minutes later that you begin to feel a little uneasy. Did something to happen to him? Was he involved in that kerfuffle you heard earlier?
You lean up against the rails to look around the club. This time being a little more obvious about it. Just random faces. None familiar.
A sudden presence behind you makes the little hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Ramon’s voice was anything but comforting in that moment. 'Do I mean nothing to you? Is- is this some joke?’ His voice wasn’t hurt. It was angry.
You whip around ready to start. 'A joke? Do I act like this is funny? I show up here every Saturday despite the fact you make no effort to see me during the week!’
He scoffed. Then just left. Leaving you standing there wondering what happened in the last hour to have him do this complete 180.
You think about leaving. That would just give him what he wants you decide. it’s still early. You can still have fun. You take off to the dance floor. Men happily oblige to the dancing, buying you drinks at every turn.
You can feel Ramons eyes on you at every moment from the VIP area. Though every time you glance up he turns away. Still practically shaking with anger.
At the end of the night it all becomes too much. At about the time you and Mon would be heading back to, um, finish off the night alone you stood in the street racking you brain as to what had happened that night. Just as you are about to give up and go home you spy Ramon, alone, leaving the club.
You march over to him. Determined to get answers as to why he’s acting like a child. 'Que paso Ramon eh? What is wrong with you?!’
He doesn’t respond. Just continues to walk down the street. It takes a bit of extra energy but you manage to catch up to him. 'Seriously Mon what’s the matter?’
He stops. Scoffs and then continues. This time your anger reaches boiling point as you grab him by the arm and pull him to a stop. You end up marching in front of him. 'If you want this to end right now I’ll walk down that damn street and you’ll never, ever see me again. Is that what you want?’
He sighs. 'You have Cochi to go back to.’
As he’s about to continue you put your hand up to his chest to stop him. 'Who?’
He looks at you in a mix of anger and confusion. 'Cochiloco. Surely you remember him as he’s apparently much better than I am.’
A look of sheer confusion spreads across your face. 'What the hell are you talking about Ramon?’
Now its his turn to look confused. Both of you just stand there looking at each other in sheer confusion. You speak first. 'I’ve never heard of Cochiloco Ramon. I-I.’ You decided not to finish the sentence.
It’s hard to determine the thought process of the man standing before you at that point. His browns went to confusion, to anger, to acceptance and then to realisation. His shoulders drop in defeat.
'Is this about the fight you got into?’
Then came the sheepish look on his face before he hung his head a little lower.
'Guess they don’t teach club owners how to apologise.’ A little smirk spreads across your face as you lean in a little closer. 'How about you apologise by taking me back home and we’ll carry out what we had planned.’
He just caught you by the hand and pulled you down the street with him.
#narcos#narocs mexico #narcos mexico imagine #ramon arellano felix #ramon arellano felix x reader #this would have been up sooner but the gif thing was being an asshat again
Omg girl I saw that you were accepting requests! I was wondering if you could do more of Ramon Arellano imagines. Can the imagine be about Ramon getting his feelings hurt and going crazy when Cochi tells him in the club while they are fighting that he “slept with y/n and she told him that he was better at it than mon” then after everything went down he ignores the reader as much as he could. But he didn’t know Cochi was just trying to get under his skin.
Hey princesa! Of course I can! That sounds aMaZiNg! Living for Mon content right now
Omg girl I saw that you were accepting requests! I was wondering if you could do more of Ramon Arellano imagines. Can the imagine be about Ramon getting his feelings hurt and going crazy when Cochi tells him in the club while they are fighting that he “slept with y/n and she told him that he was better at it than mon” then after everything went down he ignores the reader as much as he could. But he didn’t know Cochi was just trying to get under his skin.
Hey princesa! Of course I can! That sounds aMaZiNg! Living for Mon content right now
Being Comforted by Amado Carrillo Fuentes includes
Okay I’m sorry I’m a little rusty with these right now. Just pls don’t hate me lol.
Here we go, I’m already sobbing.
If you cant tell by the state of the writing I’m on a serious caffeine high right now and obsessed with my new pyjamas. This would have been up like an hour ago but I’m that long trying to get the gif to work.
We all know that Amado is literally the chillest (thats not a word) man out there so when he sees you in a state he panics a little bit.
He just stands there, dumbfounded, afraid that he’s upset you or someone that he knows has done something to leave you like this. He desperately racks his brain to see a play by play of the days leading up to this moment, everything he’s done, said, thought about to see if he has to apologise for something.
He figures that the best option is to walk up to you and just apologise anyway. Just in case.
He just cautiously walks up to you as you’re sitting on the couch or the bed or wherever. Tears falling down your face. Trying to hold back the cries.
‘Ai mi cielo lo siento. No llores por favor.’
He realises his mistake when you lift your head up and look at him in pure confusion. He didn’t actually have anything to apologise for. That’s when his mood immediately turns to concern.
Amado wraps his arms around you, letting your head rest on his shoulder. His shirt turns damp with the tears as he strokes your hair. Just cooing to help you calm down.
He pulls you up to rest on his lap, head still buried in his shoulder so you can just have a good cry. Sometimes bad bitches need a good cry okay.
I’m going to be so generic here and go with the problem of unwanted catcalling. You eventually manage to stutter out that some pendejo insulted you quiet harshly when you wouldn’t respond to his catcalling and advances.
He’ll kiss your neck and cheek softly, arms tightening around you with every sentence that you say. Continuing with the cooing.
He’ll be outwardly chill, just taking it all in but on the inside his mind will going a mile a minute. Already thinking of which men should carry out some revenge. He’ll continue to rub circles on your back and run his hands through your hair while coming up with a plan,
When he notices your crying is getting softer his attention immediately snaps back to you.
Once the crying has subsided I can totally see him just attempting to use some humour to cheer you up. Relaying some stupid story on how Acosta fell over or one of his men failing at picking up a woman at a club or something.
You can’t help but to giggle at the memory. Just Acosta is standing there yelling at someone and just trips over himself. I can’t.
Back to why we’re here. He chuckles too. The atmosphere changes and you lift your head to give him un besito. 'I’m sorry that happened to you but lets try not to think about it right now. It’ll be a training exercise for some of those new idiots I hired. Let them worry about it.’
He lifts your chin up carefully while reassuring you that it’ll be taken care of. Quickly and quietly.
He cracks another stupid joke that warrants another laugh. Dad jokes to the extreme here.
I can totally see him just sweeping you up and letting you stand. Head still buried in his shoulder, hands on his chest for support just to see if it’ll help the situation. His heartbeat automatically brings your breathing back to normal. Just the comforting sound of it.
'Just one moment mi cielo I’ll be back. Get yourself comfortable.’
He leaves you for a minute for two reasons. One he has to tell his men not to even think about coming back until that cabron is six feet under. But also he gathers whatever he can find that could help. Ice cream, a movie, comfy blanket.
Call me insane but I can also see Amado running a nice bath for you. Bubbles, candels fancy ass soaps. The works.
He lets you soak in there for a little bit to relax as he sets up the bedroom to absolute perfection.
The comfy blanket on the bed, the movie in the player. He has everything set up just the way you like it.
When he hears the bathroom door opening he totally sets out your favourite comfy pyjamas for you to wear. Obviously. Or you know, not.
He has absolutely no problem helping you dry off and change into those pj’s either. Complimenting just about every body part.
Y'all will just snuggle up in the bed. Chilling. Your head on his chest and he’ll have his arm resting along your bank. His fingers drawing circles on the material of the pj’s.
Amado will totally just shovel ice-cream into your mouth to make sure you feel better. Don’t @ me on this one okay. It’s comical, he remembers how it cheers you up so like a toddler he thinks that is just the way to go. Keep feeding you until you are happy again. It works for me honestly.
He lets you pick the movie too. Even if its something he doesn’t like he won’t complain, Not once, this is your night.
He’ll ask you every thirty seconds if you are okay or if there’s anything else he can do to help you feel better. Then crack another dad joke or make a stupid comment at the movie.
100% makes sure you fall asleep first. Still petting your hair and absentmindedly talking to you as you drift off. When he notices you’re asleep he slips away to see if the job has been done.
Amado prides himself on the quality of work of his men so guaranteed they bring back a little souvenir of the quest, like the watch the dude was wearing or something.
You can’t fight me on this but Amado totally just squeezes that watch until the face cracks; imagining its the face of the pendejo. Then he just tosses it in the bin like the absolute trash that the man who it once belonged to was.
Once he’s totally satisfied that the job has been done he gets back into bed with you. Pulling you top top of him and slowly falling asleep to the sound of your breathing.
His protectiveness increases like a thousand percent after this. He doesn’t let you for AnYwHeRe alone and always ALWAYS makes sure to compliment you every time he sees you.
All in all he uses humor to try make light of a situation. His idiocy totally works. He’ll always protect you though. You can’t fight me on that. It’s fact.
Thank you so much @ringofthenibelung-blog for trusting me with this! I hope you like it!
The gif is slightly relevant I couldn’t help myself
Usual warnings, mentions of violence, injuries, swearing, my terrible writing etc
The smoke was overwhelming, it burnt your nose and throat. Tears fell down your cheeks in an attempt to push through the smoke. If you knew that this was the way things would have ended up- you’d never have touched him.
It all started a month ago. You were earning your stripes. As a female dealer things were obviously more difficult than anticipated. The sicarios’ jokes, many not taking you seriously… and of course ‘El Jefe’ was non too pleased that a new kid had shown up on his side of the tracks. He wanted you to know it too.
The unopened envelope sat in your dining room table, the quaint gold lettering spelled out your name. Deciding, against your better judgement, you opened it. The gold lettering continued on the letter itself. An invitation. A dinner party. Wear something fancy. Your breath caught in the back of your throat when you saw the signature. Miguel Ángel Felix Gallardo. The breath almost disappeared entirely when you saw todays date as the day of the party. That’s the last time you’ll leave a letter unopened for a couple days…. whatever the outcome of todays fiesta.
You turned the invitation over and over, thoughts of clothes, shoes and make up turned along with it. Contemplating is no use, it won’t get you anywhere. The wardrobe beckoned. You pushed aside the usual attire that wouldn’t do. Oh no, Miguel needed to see what exactly he was messing with. He’d be the one that would be sorry. The thigh-high slit of the final dress you pulled out would do just perfectly. The material was soft on your fingertips, a small smile spread across your lips. He’ll be sorry.
By the time you had your hair done, makeup finished and show stopping dress on evening had rolled around and it was time to face the music. You got into the backseat of your car and let the driver take you to the dinner. The streets of Guadalajara passed slowly by as the driver winded his way through the city- it wasn’t long before he pulled up at the looming gates of Felix’s home. Another breath caught in the bac of your throat as the gates opened, you glanced behind you- fearing it would be the last time you see the outside world before the gates slammed shut behind the car.
'Patrona, I’ll return by midnight,’ the driver announced opening your door. The doors to the house swung open, as if expecting you. The steps seemed to go on forever, in fact there was more now than when you began climbing. The doors were oddly welcoming, too welcoming. The butler handed you a glass of champagne and led you to the main hall.
A hush fell over the room as you walked in. All eyes turned to you. To see the beauty that just entered the fiesta. Men whispered, women glared but above all Miguel Angel’s jaw dropped for a split second before he regained his composure. He turned his attention back to the politician that he was conversing with.
'Waltz?’ A voice sounded from behind you. Rafa stood there, his hand extended. You shrugged. What’s the harm. The musicians played the slow song as your hand grew clammy in rafa’s. The floor felt as if it was going to cave in. If only you listened to that warning.
The song eventually ended. Rafa moved on, you spied Sofia entering so no explanation needed. Feeling slightly disheartened at not getting your showdown with El Jefe you deicded to down one last glass of champagne and turned to face the door to leave.
The next few moments became a complete blur. Felix’s hand on your shoulder, his chuckle, a loud bang and then smoke. The floor hit you hard. The pain in your shoulder grew excruciating. You slowly lifted your head. Daring to look around at the scene in front of you. Lungs burning. The first sense that came back was sight- but it was hazy. Smoke? The second was sound. The crackling and roaring. Fire.
Breaths quickening in panic you glance around again. A hand sticking out of the smoke caught your attention. You lean towards it, hoping whoever it is is okay. The skin was discoloured from the fire, the once crisp white shirt was now charred black. Miguel Angel was just laying there. Helpless. You knelt beside him, secretly hoping to see a sign of life. His chest moved slightly. Your brain automatically goes into panic mode. The flames roared closer now. You both would be incinerated if you couldn’t formulate a plan. Fast. You glanced around again. No one was in sight. But how? The orange glow burnt your eyelids as the flames danced across the floor even faster. Daring you not to get out.
Your arms began working without you realising. Pushing the debris off of him. He might be a rival but no one deserves this. You know, ironically. Serves his cold dementor right, to be ended by heat.
You pushed those thoughts out of your mind. You had just moved the last piece of what once was a stone pillar out of the way when a deafening crash came from the other end of the room. The first chandelier crashed under the pressure of the heat. You gingerly glanced up. One was dauntingly hanging above you and Miguel. The burning in your lungs grew worse. Vision clouded with tears.
Where the superhuman strength came from you’ll never know. But you’ll be forever thankful. Managing to lift Felix up and support his weight was a miracle. His beard scratched the side of your face harshly. Step by step you edged closer to the door.
He was clearly somewhat conscious judging by the soft grunts that came from him every couple of steps. Another crash sounded as you collapsed up against the exit. The second chandelier smashed into the floor. A shard of glass flew across the floor, blood began to stain the bottom of your dress. 'Fuck,’ was all you were able to get out.
Your fingers brushed against the door handle. Felix’s weight was becoming too much. With one final once of strength you pushed the door open. It gave way as you pushed Felix out before you fell out behind him. The final chandelier fell to the floor where you both once lay. Smoke poured out behind you.
Taking what was definitely the last little bit of strength you had you caught your rival under the arms and dragged him outside. Actually getting him down the steps proved too much. His weight caused you to land on your toosh. Your lucky stars were shining as your driver raced up to you, along with some of Miguel’s men.
Then the world went black.
You know the phrase never go to the light? That was the first thing that came to mind as your eyes fluttered open. A harsh bright light shone down on you. You shot up, breath quickening. White walls, stack of books. Wait. A hospital?
The next scene that came into your sight caused a lot of confusion. Miguel Angel was leaning up against the window ledge. Dangling a ciggarette between his lips. He looked a little worse for wear.
'Pues mija. I hear that I have you to thank for getting me out of there.’
'Just doing what anyone would.’
'In those shoes?’
'Don’t make me regret it,’ you challenged.
'Why don’t I thank you for keeping me from being smoked dealer.’
Summary: Redamancy follows Rookie’s journey with the DEA during the War on Drugs, spanning from Operation Leyenda during Gallardo’s reign in Mexico to Escobar and the Cali godfathers in Colombia, and beyond.
Here I am! Back again with some more TrAsH. In all honesty I really hope you like them! If you have any thoughts, opinions or ideas just let me know!
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Okay how I’ll get through this without crying idk but ‘Min is The KING of romance- y’all hearing me?
Escucha- Tu eres su vida. Benjamin would do just about anything for you.
Like you’ve had him weak in the knees, butterflies in his stomach since day one.
Let’s talk about that for a second. It was butterflies at first sight for him; the second he laid eyes on you that was it.
When he finally works up the courage to ask you out on a date he almost collapses in happiness when you say yes.
Everything is planned out to perfection- he secretly wants to show off for you but also keep things ~intimate~
He tries his best not to be mushy around you but it doesn’t always work out
Enedina never lets him hear the end of it- especially when she noticed the look ‘Min always gives you when you’re not looking
Just pure heart eyes
You can’t fight me on this -Benjamin is a protective asf
Unlike Ramon he doesn’t want you to have to protect yourself- he has men who’s job it is to watch your six… and your twelve.. And all the other numbers on the clock. At ALL times when hes not around.
‘No quiero que te pase nada… te amo.’
Ergo he has to know your every move. But it’s because he cares.
All he wants is to keep you safe.
You’re the one he wants to settle down with, to have kids with.. Brb crying
Just imagine him coming home after a long day, settling on the couch, you’re just rubbing his shoulders helping him to relax- feeling the tension just melt away.
Benjamin stresses when things don’t immediately go to plan but the second he sees you his worries melt away.
At your slightest touch he’s just putty in your hands. Grumpiness and stress gone.
He likes to keep his business side and his private side totally separate. Yeah partly to protect you but-
You’re just so innocent to him and he can’t have you involved in what he does
You’re more important to him- he doesn’t want to be thinking about business with you
He doesn’t want you to see that side of him - who he deals with… HOW they’re dealt with .
But you love to break the rules.. Coming to see him when he’s in his office. It annoys him of course, so he finds a way to scold you ;)
Benjamin loves PDA- though not around his men or employees….or Ramon.
The forehead kisses, the eskimo kisses, the hand HoLdInG
I just had a thought- curled up on the couch, your head on his chest. Just relaxing. Ugh my heart.
He likes to keep things private and intimate so an at home dinner (made by the chef) and either moonlit swim or a movie after
You didn’t hear this from me but there’s nothing Benajmin Arellano Felix loves more than a chill day by the pool
Just both of you chilling, sunbathing, reading,drinking and talking. It is just heaven to him. WIth you he feels like he hasn’t got a care in the world.
Don’t get me wrong- he’ll take any excuse to show you off.
We all know he’s not one for heavy partying or nightclubs but when there’s a dinner party…. Or Miguel invites the two of you to something Benjamin can’t contain his excitement.
You both will be all dressed up- he’ll sit back and watch you do your hair and make-up. Like Picasso at work. He’s enthralled.
Neary making you both late.
He introduces you to EvErYoNe possible. El esta muy orgulloso de ti
‘Mira, ella es la dama de Tijuana’ Making you blush every time.
He’s like peacock only he has to show you off not himself. -He always wonders how e was able to land you so you have to remind him all the time
He has a couple different pet names for you too- como ‘mi renia’ or ‘mi vida’ depending on the company and how well they know you both.
He always has his hand entwined with yours- on walks, at parties, literally as he’s walking around the house.
He prefers to keep gifts and gestures quite simple- something small that means something to him and you.
Like movie tickets or a photo frame.
Benjamin also gives you flowers everyday- your favourites. He leaves them on his side of the bed every morning before you wake up, as he’s about to leave. He runs his hand down your hair and just looks at you with heart eyes and CrYiNg now.
You just fit right in with the craziness that is the Arellano Felix family. Enedina adores you hands down- you guys are like sisters
It’s just another thing that ‘Min loves about you.
It can be agreed that you and Benjamin fall asleep holding each other. Just the warmth of the two of you keeping the other comfortable. It’s a way that Benjamin knows that you’re safe -I - He also snores- it annoys you but it’s okay you love him
Just imagine Benjamin with y’alls kids- I’m going to save that for another day.
In short what can I say, its a relationship full of love, intimacy and respect.
Christmas with Miguel Ángel Felix Gallardo includes
Okay. I’m not going to go into where I’ve been but I’m back!!
I hope you all have a safe and happy Christmas and all the best for 2021. As long as it’s better than 2020 we should be okay.
A few of you liked the idea of Miguel liking Christmas so here you go!
As one has stated Miguel Ángel loves Christmas. It reminds him of a simpler time when he could relax with his family for longer than five minutes..
So every year he always makes a point of spending at least the three days with you.
You want to make the run up to Christmas special too, but he helps with the bigger jobs.
Miguel always insists on putting up the tree the first week of December– after slowly putting up decorations since the day after Dia de los Muertos. He also always decorates it with you.
Just- imagine. The two of you hanging your favourite ornaments on all the branches. Your favourite ones going on the top.
And you balancing, somewhat dangerously, on Miguel to get the angel on the top of the tree- because you know his ass buys some extravenly tall pine tree.
Him moving slightly so you fall back into him- I can’t with myself sometimes.
He also loves baking with you at Christmas. It distracts him from all the crazy- and gives him a chance to lick the icing he conveniently placed on- stop it-
He has a taste for gingerbread so that is a staple from December 1st in the house.
With the combination of baking and gingerbread it’s common to see him (attempting) to bake gingerbread cookies when he gets a minute. He leaves the icing to you though. But then he eats most of them.
Christmas Eve Miguel likes to keep traditional. But also relaxing.
Chill clothes, sipping wine from the early afternoon on, loads of Christmas treats.
Miguel LoVeS to get some hot cocoa and just relax with you on the couch. Chatting and watching a movie.
He’ll also fuck you in front of the big open fireplace and NoW I will see myself out.
Esa es para mas tarde jaja
Christmas Eve is all about gifts too.
We all know Miguel splashes out for you- whatever you want you get
But at Christmas whatever you never even dreamt of you get. The jewellery, the clothes the shoes…..the car etc
‘Qué es esto?’ ‘Pues mi amor, es nada.’
He also gives really thoughtful gifts too. I mentioned it before but he forgets nothing and always gives you something you really wanted at Christmas.
Miguel will also always insist on bringing you out for Christmas Eve dessert. To your favourite place.
A mulled wine and your favourite dessert- you know just because. It always brings a smile to his face to see you so happy.
For Christmas Day- well he keeps that for the both of you. It’s his favourite day of the year and he wants to make it extra special.
All the maids and housekeepers and chef are just buzzing around under his orders to make the day, and dinner, perfect.
You both enjoy breakfast in your pajamas, just chilling,
It doesn’t take him long to break out the champagne either. Hey, it’s a special day, it’s g.
You two always toast to each other- he just needs you with him and Christmas reminds him of that. SO he toasts to you and utters a quick prayer to the birthday boy to keep you safe and the family priest is going to KiLl ME for that.
You two both get dressed up properly for dinner. Like, the works. You also wear some of the jewellery Miguel gave you- so he can admire it.
The chef is under strict orders to make the perfect dinner- all the trimmings all the works
You both are so full afterward all you can do is flop on the couch and watch yet another Christmas movie
He promises to take you to see a white Christmas as it literally never snows in Mexico.
The evening is for relaxing and well ~relaxing~
He also likes to throw fancy Christmas parties -to show off his secret decorating skills- What?
Like THE works- you know his fortieth birthday party? Yeah that but with Christmas lights, Christmas music, the who’s who.
You always dress to perfection- its a ballgowns and your best jewels kinda night.
On the back of the invite where you don’t see is a vague threat to everyone to not be dressed better than you.
It’s also a little gift exchange so you get even more shit
But as in Mexico there’s never a white Christmas, that’s generally the theme of the party. White clothes, gold and white decorations, artificial snow that you have no idea where it came from
As with everything with Miguel it’s over the top, fireworks and all
Y’all even have Christmas themed cocktails- like mistletoe martinis (I promise you I’m not an alcoholic I just am a mixologist😭)
Moving away from that before I get carried away. Miguel even loves to take you on walks around the city to look at all the Christmas lights,
You’ll just walk the streets, stop and get a drink and then continue on your way.
Especially in the late evenings when the lights are on and theres still an atmosphere. Excited kids, music, laughter
It brings a tear to his eye wishing it could be like this all the time and WhAt Am I DOING
If the kids are involved Santa is going to be very good.
Miguel lives to see his kids excited and watching them open presents on Christmas day just makes his heart swell. It’s everything to him.
He just- he needs Christmas with his family and he wants it to be special as he’s not around as much as he’d like.
Summing it up it’s a time for family, you, relaxing and sugar when it comes to El Jefe de Jefe’s at Christmas
A chance for him to really show you his softer side— and you’re not allowed to breath a word of this to anyone
Okay after some gin ( I swear to you I’m not an alcoholic) again who knows how this turned out but :)
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Okay my little Ramóncito is an impulsive HoT hEaD and wears his heart on his sleeve.
He thinks he’s cool and collected but the day he met you be was a stumbling mess.
Just imagine at an after party, him just walking up to you trying to introduce himself but he just keeps stumbling over his words- especially when he tries to compliment you omg.
His shoulders dropping in relief when you smile back, him not so subtly glancing a look at the deep V-neck dress your wearing- who said that?
Ramón lives for showing you off. Whether it be at the Roxane, to his friends or even the street vendor at the end of the street.
‘Mira a mi princesa, ella es la mujer más guapa en Mexico.’ The poor vendor just wants to give you ice-cream and run away.
Let’s talk about a night at the Roxanne for a second. You, dressed to ruin lives, on Ramóns arm with some expensive cocktail in the other.
Him just introducing you to anyone who’s there. Though he makes sure that they know your his. His alone ;)
Dancing with Ramón is the shit, we all know it.- The grinding to the beat. His hands on your hips, sometimes one wanders up your thigh but that’s just par for the course.
He’s majorly protective of you- but not in a possessive way. He’s just used to the dangers of Tijuana and his way of life.
He’ll always have his hand on your hip or around your waist. Holding you close to him.
He even taught you how to manage a gun and a knife on the off chance that you might need it someday.
Though he prays to Dio y los angeles every night that you’ll never need it.
Everything he does for you is out of passionate love.
Can you just imagine the kisses? The intense passion. The lust. Just- ugh.
Ramón is all for PDA too. His hand is ALWAYS on you- your hip, waist, ass. Wherever and whenever he can.
He’s totally shameless too so he has no problem slapping your ass in public.
Though Ramón’s favourite is holding your hand as tightly as he can when you walk together out on the streets.
You’re there beside him and nothing bad can happen to you, he’s there to protect you. I-just. Why do I do this to myself.
Ramón LoVeS buying you gifts. He doesn’t need an excuse.
He’s extra AF so you best imagine your getting over the top jewellery, acres of roses, overly expensive champagne. And that’s just on a normal afternoon.
Just- on your birthday or anniversary him arriving at your door with a box containing a chain. You thinking that’s it but oh no.
Cue whole new wardrobe, those expensive shoes you looked at once and dinner at THE place in Mexico. Even though it’s impossible to get a reservation.
He even got a band to come play, just for you.
Dates always consist of something intimate but y'all always end up at the Roxanne. Once Ramón even just went straight there.
He secretly loves just one on one time. It calms him down and lets him relax.
Speaking of calm- you’re literally the only person who can calm him down when he’s in one of his *moods*. No joke the family just call you know instead of dealing with it
Just the sound of your voice brings him back to earth. The feeling of your skin against his elevates him from whatever dark place he was in.
You know about his -harsher- side but he tries his best to hide it from you. You constantly reassure him that you love him - the good and the bad-
*Looks around* Ramón lives for sleeping in the same bed as you. He needs to feel your presence beside him to be able to sleep.
Especially after one of the aforementioned moods. He’ll curl up with his head on your tummy, arm draped across your waist as you play with his hair.’
'Estas seguro ahora mi amor,’ you whisper as he drifts off.
Ramón also secretly loves it when you sleep on top of him. Cheek pressed against his bare chest. His heartbeat helping you fall asleep. His hand on your ass because - well Ramón.
You once woke up on the floor because Ramón forgot you were there and rolled over letting you fall.
EXPENSIVE by Erika Jayne just screams what the relationship would be. He’d give you anything your heart desired- and all the rest.
He also spends hours ranting about what happened during the week on the weekends.
He feels he’s pissing you off but you reassure him it’s okay. He needs to get things off his chest.
After he’ll get you both something to drink and you’ll just chill in the comfortable silence.
He’ll leave out the gory details but if there’s something he feels comfortable enough discussing with you, bet your ass he’ll need your opinion before acting on anything. Though he’s Ramón, he’’ll just do what he wants. I never said that.
Just when you get involved in the family meetings, he’ll bring you to every single one.
Ramón and Enedina always make sure your voice is heard. Especially on matters that you know something extra about.
Ramón loves getting your opinion on anything he wears. Though no matter what the flashy shirt is a must.
Don’t ask why but I get such vibes that Ramón LOVES horse racing. Like going to the track. Placing bets. Drinking before, after and well, during the race too.
You both dress up and head down for an afternoon on the tracks. He even owns a few prize winners
All of them are named after various inside jokes you both share. So you can get a giggle when the announcer says the name.
Despite the lowest of lows the relationship always has the highest of highs.
He has a mind of his own so when it came to tying him down, lets just say there was an argument or two.
When he realised that he couldn’t live without you he pulled himself together. The risk of loosing you was too much.
He’s a virus in your system and you just can’t get enough.
Thank you @pridelumos for trusting me enough to write this request!
This is the first one I’ve ever done so I hope you all enjoy it!
Word Count- roughly 2,200.
Warnings- mentions of murder, guns, sex, drugs. My terrible writing.
The ticking of the office clock was the only thing breaking the tense silence. Yet another day had passed and not a single tip, clue or evidence was sent in. You sighed loudly and got up from your desk. The evening sun still flooding the room in a warm glow.
‘Someone’s in a good mood,’ Agent Roger Knapp commented on your louder than normal exhale.
You shot him a look as you poured yet another cup of coffee, The third of the day. ‘It’s been weeks Roger, weeks. We still know shit.’ You’re fresh, not three years out of the academy, still chomping at the bit to make a difference; after all you’ve heard about the emerging ‘drug war’ in Mexico. The more….seasoned agents have gotten cynical over the years. Unless it falls into their lap they don’t bother to investigate.
You dropped into your comfortable office chair and slumped over the desk. Letting out a frustrated groan. Honestly? If you knew the adventure that was about to ensure you’d wish for a few more of the lazy office days.
Miguel Ángel Felix Gallardo, arguably the most wanted man in Mexico, leaned back in his office chair. Specially designed with French leather. Not for the faint of heart. He too let out a frustrated sigh. The Gulf was weeks away from overtaking most of the land border into the United States. All he’d been able to do was sit back and watch it happen.
He sighed again and stood up to look out the window. The fading rays of sunlight doing nothing to ease his apprehension. The Gulf was mere weeks away from securing the majority of the land border between Mexico and the United States. It would lead to a drop in profits; and an increase in problems. As if he hadn’t had enough, Tijuana and Sinaloa were in a war, Pacho had him in a vice grip and Maria was gone. Fled. Kids and all.
Miguel lit a cigarette, as he watched the ash tip onto the stone balcony he realised there was no point in wallowing. This wasn’t going to sort itself. At least this may be something he could fix. Miguel caught his jacket from the coat rack and slammed the door behind him.
If he had known the events of the next few days maybe he would have gently closed the door instead.
You stood at the side entrance of the offices, leaning against the door frame and watching the Guadalajara streets begin to light up with nightlife and music. You glanced back at the building you called a workplace for a moment. Your eyes scanning the stonework. When you laid eyes on him, however. your jaw dropped to the floor.
Strutting up the steps to the main entrance. To the United States DEA base in Guadalajara Mexico was none other than the man that had saved your life almost two years ago.
Miguel Ángel Felix Gallardo.
*Sinaloa two years prior*
As the first female in the DEA you felt as if you had a point to prove. This was your shot to do it. The biggest night time raid the DEA was about to undertake in the city of Sinaloa. Three houses, two down, now it was your turn to show off all you had learnt. It’s not an Old Boys Club anymore.
In the end it had all happened so fast. First you lead the team tactically into the premises, cleared the perimeter. You did everything by the book. After that night you learnt that rules become blurred south of the border quite often.
There was a sudden whirr of bullets, frenzied screaming…. an odd smell of smoke. Fear overtook you when you heard the order coming from your Walkie Talkie. Two words registered. ‘Ambush… scatter.’
You gripped your gun so tight it was a miracle it didn’t snap in two. Barely taking in your surroundings you ran. Hastily. The streets passed in a blur. Your lungs felt on fire as you slowed your steps. Slowing to a stop, leaning against a building. The panting made the footsteps approaching behind you inaudible, it was far too late by the time you noticed.
The sickening click of a gun being drawn from its holster behind you caused your face to drain of blood. Trembling you slowly turned. You were staring down the barrel of a gun.
Seconds ticked by. The masked gunman’s hand trembled. In that split second a gunshot rang out.. as you were thrown to the ground. You kept your eyes squeezed tightly. A warm hand ran down your arm. Daring to open one eye was the best and worst thing you ever did. You opened both. A pair of deep brown eyes stared back. Entranced. He helped you up, how kind of him.
Once steady on your feet you got a good look at the man. Time for round two of heart attacks of the day. One of the most wanted men in Mexico had his hand in yours, his other holding your elbow to keep you steady. He looked, well, he looked concerned.
'Estas bien mija?'
Your mouth opened and closed.
He chuckled. 'We,’ he gestured to the giant of a bodyguard standing over your would be killer’s corpse. 'saw what happened. He was on our hit list anyway.’
You felt your cheeks heat up. His voice was like melted butter. He squeezed your hand. 'I hope I’ll see you again… agente.’
A bunch of roses with no name attached appeared at the office two weeks later. After getting a LOT of shit from the other agents you figured it could only be Miguel who had sent them. Two days later a necklace arrived. Your internal monologue went a little like ‘Oh no Oh no Oh no no no no no no’, especially when you realised the butterflies before evening opening the little box tied with a red ribbon. He’s a goddamn Narco. You’re meant to be putting him in a prison to rot.
You threw the flowers out and hid the necklace in your wardrobe. Get rid of all keepsakes and therefore all memories. He’s not for you. It’s not right. It’s damn illegal.
Now here he was walking as calm as could be into the lion’s den. You stayed watching his cool demeanour. His cockiness. That blue suit, that jet black ha-no stop. You didn’t even notice the small smile appearing on your face as he disappeared indoors.
Realising the worst thing you could possibly do was follow him. So you waited. Hiding behind a tree. Smooth. Real smooth. He emerged from the building about twenty minutes later. You almost deflated in relief as the car turned the corner and sped off down the next street.
Naively thinking it was safe you returned to your desk. Only to have Roger and Chief Jamie Kuykendall waiting with eyebrows raised and an unreadable look on their faces. Jamie was the first to speak. ‘We-um- we had a visitor.’
You acted confused. They fell for it. ‘I- we- Felix Gallardo was here. Looking to give us information,’ he finished.
‘Wha- what? How? Why?’ you babbled.
‘We don’t know the specifics. That’s the problem, we haven’t the faintest idea why he wants to give it to us. All we know is. He’ll only give it to you.’ Roger intervened.
Your jaw hit the floor. ‘Me?’
‘No, he came all the way in here to ask for the Pope. Yes you,’ Roger snapped.
Jamie handed you a scrap piece of paper. ‘He asked to meet you for dinner. He’ll give you the information then.’
Your brow furrowed. The moral compass going into overdrive. He’s a narco. He saved your life. You’re just getting information. Pushing all the thoughts aside you nodded slowly. ‘I’ll do it. It’ll be okay.’ Whether you were convincing them or yourself is still up for debate.
You didn’t sleep at all that night. The bed was uncomfortable, the night was too humid, the pillows were uneven. All excuses you convinced yourself were the issue. Sitting straight up at dawn you stared at the wardrobe. The necklace. Sneaking up on the shelf you caught the box and pulled it down. Inside lay the most beautiful silver and diamond collar.
Slipping it on felt right, It fit like a glove. The dress you chose was a bit risqué to say the least. But you know, we have to give him something to look at. Grabbing your purse before leaving you noticed a driver and his car outside.
‘Para ti Senorita,’ He opened the door. Champagne and truffles awaited. The smell of the new leather filled you with apprehension as the streets rolled by, before long you were in an unfamiliar part of town. The filthy rich side. The driver pulled up to a villa straight out of a Hollywood movie. The old fashioned villa, complete with a football field sized yard and outdoor pool was a stark contrast to the cramped apartment you called home.
Feeling slightly out of place you followed the driver to the entrance. He pushed open the door to a beautifully ornate interior. A butler handed you a glass of champagne and led you to the outdoor terrace. A table for two was set, with a view overlooking the city. It was almost too much. Almost. You took a seat at the table. Admiring the white table cloth and, of course, the vase full of roses as a centre piece. You nervously tugged at the necklace, anxious for Miguel to arrive. Still mixed feelings on the whole deal.
‘Hola Senorita,’ that voice, It stirred something in the pit of your stomach.
‘Hola.’ There was a slight bit of tension in the air as he sat across from you. The look in his eye was mischievous, bordering cocky.
‘Antes de cenar agente. Tengo un regalo para ti.’ He pushed a brown envelope across the table. You let your fingertips touch it before he lets it go. You take another glance back at him. The cockiness is gone. This is the envelope with everything in it. Names, addresses, routes. You tapped your fingers on it for a second. Contemplating. Eventually deciding against better judgement you slipped the invaluable information into your purse. A look of relief washed over Miguel’s face.
It honestly took you by surprise how funny he could be. You felt a six pack coming on before dinner was even served. The tension disappeared. As the wine flowed you felt more at ease with your supposed arch nemesis. His shoulders slowly dropped throughout the meal. Simply enjoying the company. The butler cleared the dinner dishes away. As he did so the sound of slow classical music filled the night air. Bringing with it Miguel’s invitation for a dance. Slightly embarrassed at the prospect he put you at ease by assuring you he didn’t know the steps.
He held your hand in his. His grip around your waist was both comforting and reassuring. You simply melted into the embrace. Resting your head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was music to your ears. That moment, nothing could ruin that picturesque moment. The smell of his expensive cologne, the feeling of his cool shirt against your skin.
You gazed up at him, his beard tickling your upper lip. You felt a smirk, his hand around your waist tightening. Oh dear, no. You place your hands on his chest where your head once lay. He looks at you, concern filling his eyes. ‘Que pasa mija hm.’
‘I-I.’ you fumble. ‘This,we,’
He stopped dead in his tracks. Moving his hands to hold your shoulders gently but firmly. ‘What are you worried about?’
You stared down at the floor. ‘I can’t be a notch on your belt Miguel. That’s not what this is, I’m a DEA agent. Of course I’ll be forever grateful for saving my life but…. But I just-’
His grip became slightly firmer. Barely noticeable but yet, you felt it. ‘I’m not going to bring you to my room mija. If you do decide to, it’ll be because you want to. Not to, what, thank me for the information? That’s not what this is.’ His tone was reaffirming. Yet Calming. His juxtapositions were almost overpowering. How could one man be so much Ying and yet, so much Yang?
You held his hand. Entwining your fingers with his. ‘This is the way it has to stay Miguel,’ your voice cracking slightly. This is the way it has to stay.
You quickly wiped a tear from your cheek. With mascara threatening to run you turned to leave. Picking up your purse you took the first steps. Before bidding adieu to the glorious villa you glanced back at the Narco standing in front of you. ‘If you have any more information you know where I am.’
With that, you bid the man that firmly held your heart farewell.
I had one too many martinis earlier so how this turned out is anyone’s guess.
I hope you enjoy!
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Amado is one of the chillest men out there- he just doesn’t get stressed. Everything washes over him. SO he’s definitely a fun one to be around.
The relationship is very easy- there’s mutual trust between both of you.
Everything is spontaneous. Feel like the beach? He’s already gearing up one of the planes to go. Fancy dinner? He’s making the reservation. He just loves spontaneity.
Speaking of dinner he loves intimate dinner dates, just the two of you- away from the world.
He has a bad sweet tooth so dinner is just generally centered around dessert. Mainly different types of pastries and chocolate.
When he has the time he loves to cook for you-you’re not allowed to tell anyone this btw- he makes the most aMaZiNg breakfasts & dinners. He always buys dessert.
He loves it when you watch him cook. It makes him feel like he’s doing something special for you.
He also AdOrEs the beach. Long walks, hand in hand, letting the water wash up against your ankles. (He also loves for picking you up and just dunking you into an oncoming wave- but you didn’t hear that from me)
He’s like Miguel in the sense he likes to get you gifts but not just for the sake of it, he likes to get you something that you’ll cherish. Like a bunch of your favourite flowers when you’re a little down, or you’re favourite take-out just because.
Also can we discuss the talking shit sessions with Amado.
Just- he comes in all grumpy from something that went down that day. You both sit on the couch with coffee just talking shit about whoever was involved.
We all know it’s true.
He loves a slow dance in the evenings. Just his hand in yours, head on his chest. Moving to the slow tempo of the music.
Honestly he just talks shit for the sake of it half the time.
We all know Amado is so whipped that most of Mexico roasts him for it but he doesn’t care, he knows it’s true
Amado also never has you left alone. When he’s not with you he only puts someone who has their balls in a vice grips to protect you. That poor fucker knows if AnYtHiNg happens to you then he can kill having kids goodbye.
Especially after the deal with Pacho & what happened to Gueros family. You’re in a different city with guards that have had everything they hold dear threatened.
Ergo when you’re there he needs to hear your voice at least once a day. To make sure you’re okay and so he can relax for one second.
He also not-so-secretly loves PDA. Giving your ass a lil squeeze, your hand on his back. He just- he melts.
He also loves having your arm linked through his when you go for a walk.
When there’s a party you know he has his hand on your’s the entire time. ‘La Renia de Juarez’ you’ve been dubbed for the evening.
Not that you’re complaining.
He always helps to pick out what you’re wearing for the occasion- and he always gets it right. You’re unsure of HOW but again not complaining,
He never lets you see the price tag either. ‘Eres más importante’. He always tells you.
Amado always asks your opinion on decisions. Whether it be business or otherwise. He wants you to know that you guys are a team.
Whether you’re at the business meeting or not he always needs your input before deciding what he’s going to do.
Your opinion is more important than anyone else’s, including his own most of the time.
Going back to the sweet tooth, he LOVES it when you either bake for him, or you go to his favourite bakery for whatever he fancies.
One of the reasons he’s so chill is he is constantly snacking to take his mind off of whatever is going on.
Another reason he’s so chill, and you are SWORN to secrecy on this is at night he rests his head on your chest and just listens to your heart beat. The rhythm always helps him forget whatever went down that day.
He loves to be babied but I never said that.
He also has an engagement ring custom made- you heard me-
I’m talking about pretty much straight away. Again he’s not one for big grand gestures so the first time you see it is at an intimate setting. Probably a plane knowing this pendejo.
Amado’s a sarcastic pendejo- he loves it when you bite back at him.
He playfully insults you
Only to be met with ‘Besa mi culo cabrón’
It kills him but he adores it.
Your pet names for each other are totally ridiculous.
Just from an inside joke that only the two of you get. It leaves everyone confused and the both of you in stitches laughing.
Amado also melts when you play with his hair.
He just melts when you both are chilling on the couch or wherever and you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair.
His favourite thing in the world to do is watch TV and movies with you. It totally de-stresses him. Makes him forget the world he lives in
You both just making comments at the television for the duration
Ese malparido no sabe mierda’ for example.
Usually ends up with y’all in tears crying- the type where you cant breath from laughing so hard.
Call me crazy but I also see Amado buying you a pet for your birthday.
I don’t see him as one for being crazy about having kids but a pet on the other hand.
It’s literally the BeSt thing ever. He even lets it go in the plane too, wherever you go the new addition goes too.
You even get it a little black trousers to match Amado. (he pretends to be annoyed but we all know that he isn’t)
The relationship is just easy- there’s no fuss just pure adoration
Well, you have defeated me in the end 😂 Here it is. This is my first attempt at writing anything like this so hopefully it isn’t too bad lol.
Obviously I’m not trying to glorify these people or anything they stand for! This is solely based on Narcos Mexico :) This is only for entertainment purposes.
My DM’s and ask box are always open!
Miguel would need someone to be his rock- someone to ground him
I can’t- you’re the one to bring him back down to earth after he spends the day dealing with business. Running your hands along his arms as he watches your small smile. Relieved he’s home safe.
You know he’s had a long day when he just wordlessly wraps his hands around you, burrowing his face in your hair or shoulder. Inhaling to smell your perfume. It calms him
Hand Holding is a thing- you can’t tell me otherwise.
The way he gives your hand little squeezes throughout the day- whether it be just for a walk, at a dinner or a meeting.
It reassures him when your fingers entwine with his. The warmth of your hand against his just- his rock
When you’re sitting on the couch watching a movie, just holding his hand. Every so often he’ll raise your hand and give it a kiss.
You’re ALWAYS there to listen to him, and offer advice when needed. It was the first thing he noticed about you. A heart of pure gold.
He melts inside when he sees the look in your eyes as he talks about his day- you care-
The reassuring smile you give him when he talks about a problem he’s having. His heart just feels lighter.
We know miguel is extra when it comes to special occasions. Let’s not get started on your birthday.
From the moment you wake up the celebrations have begun. Breakfast in bed obviously. Beside the stack of pancakes is a little blue box- containing the most beautiful sapphire earrings you’ve ever seen. You begin to protest as to the cost.
‘Pues mija, Puedes tener lo que quieras.’
The party he has planned- the Times Square NYE party is nothing compared to it. The poshest hotel in Mexico, the who’s who on the guest list. I’m talking Champagne Moët & Chandon is flowing.
The classical music band plays all your favourites in a slow tempo.
Giving Miguel an excuse to take you for a slow dance.You resting your head on his chest, his chin on the top of your head. Fingers entwined. Just keeping in time with the music.
‘Tu eres mi mundo. Feliz cumpleanos.’
His heart swells with pride when he sees you doing something you love- whether it be a hobby, a job or just something that relaxes you.
The looks of pure admiration he gives you. It gives him a break from the harsh realities of his life, just absentmindedly looking at whatever passion project you’re dreaming up.
I get such a vibe that Miguel lovES Christmas. It’s a secret you’re sworn not to tell anyone but his favourite activity is decorating the tree. Just him sanding back proudly looking at the perfectly placed decorations.
He’s so one for putting up the tree in the second week in November.
You didn’t hear this from me but he also makes the best gingerbread cookies. You yell at him for all the extra sugar you’re eating.
But he just laughs and tells you that it’s not actually possible to make you any sweeter but he won’t give up trying.
He’s not one for PDA- especially when he’s doing anything for business. But he’ll never protest to your reassuring touch on the small of his back- or his inner thigh when he’s sitting down.
The ‘ten cuidado’ you say before he walks out the front door.
He just looks back, heart melting. ‘Siempre mi amor’.
We all know the gifts he gives you are extra as HeLl. Nevermind the above earrings.
He has a thing for giving you jewelry. Like necklaces, rings, nothing compares to the engagement ring. Kim Kardashian’s looks like a fake compared to this rock. It honestly takes you hours to stop looking at it after he proposes.
For every event you have precious stones to match your dress. Miguel’s face shows nothing but pride everytime he sees you wearing the stones he bought you.
It’s not only jewelry. He has a memory better than an elephants’. You said one day you mention your favourite shoe designer in passing. Well expect a pair of shoes in your favourite colour from that designer soon after.
He forgets NOTHING. Even the little things, they always stay with him.
Your safety is priority number one. When he’s not there you’re surrounded only by the people he trusts.
And has threatened seventeen thousand times.
He literally has two people there whose only job it is to get you what you want. Ice-Cream? They’re gone to the shop and back in minutes, Swim? They have your costume in your hands before you can even stand.
Speaking of Miguel remembering things- your dates always mean something to him.
Seems as he isn’t always around he likes to make the time you do spend together all that more special. The restaurant where he first took you, the place you met. You’re favourite café. All places he takes you any chance he gets.
Don’t get me started on the walks. I just know Miguel loves a long walk to clear his head. You and him, holding hands. Just a comfortable silence and the reassuring squeeze you give him.
He’s always one for taking you out to dinner. His favourite place is a French style restaurant in the inner city. (Was there one in Mexico back then? There is now)
Wine, food and just a flute of champers to top it off. His ideal night with you, away from reality.
Miguel also loves hearing your voice. Another way you bring him back down to earth.
He could just listen to you talk all day. It just gives him a break from the bullshit he deals with all day everyday. Listening to you ramble about, well, just about anything really.
He always, always, wears the chain you gave him. He never leaves the house without it,
‘Me matiene a salvo’ he tells literally anyone that looks at it.
When you’re not with him, he runs his fingers along the cool metal anytime he needs reassurance. Just thinking of you.
The one thing Miguelito can never fathom is why you have stuck by him. Through it all, his late nights, the business trips you don’t go on. How he relies on you.
You try to remind him every day when he comes back. He can only chuckle and wonder if he was a saint in a past life. It’s the only explanation for how he landed someone like you.
Listen just- you being the thing that keeps him, well, him. You’re just his rock.
Overall its a relationship filled with love, respect and admiration Just a couple filled with class.
Alright, you all have defeated me 😂 I’m changing this up a little bit! Instead of posting the early draft of my novel here it’ll be posted on a different platform. You can DM me for the link! Instead I’ll be doing H/C’s etc etc.
I am a verrrrrry 🌟awkward🌟person so I do apologise for whatever is about to ensue but y’all asked for it🥴 In all honesty I hope you enjoy! Remember my ask box/DM’s are always open 💖
So no more new chapters on this platform!! I’ll start off hopefully tonight or tomorrow with the new venture!