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hausofmamadas · 2 years ago

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This is SO long overdue but Arte never fails to deliver and I’m so back locked into Calderoni-land now after reading this sksksk we haven’t vacationed here in a while, it’s such a breath of fresh air. Let’s get to it:

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✷ “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” He grinned, his voice warming her as it always does.

ALREADY SKSKDKSJS E IM A FUCKING PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR bc not only am I a simp for this fucking man, but I am a simp for the way you write him. I can hear him so clearly, you just have that shit so fucking dialed in and I’m already kicking my feet in the air

✷ His compliment, combined with the affection in his tone and his smoky gaze, makes her want to be closer to him ... She fights the urge and stands on the opposite end of the counter ...

AKSKSKSKSK wherein Slate is all of us actively willing herself not to bear tackle this mf not that you even could bc mans is solid. Like you’d prob be knocked back on your ass if you tried a fact that is not at all making me ravenous or feral in any way, shape, or form

✷ It was simple really, but he expressed before how much he loved the way simple pieces looked on her.

first off, “he loved the way simple pieces looked at her” is like extremely poetic sounding and I have no idea why. BUT MORE FUCKING IMPORTANTLY OKAY, the fact that this is SO CORRECT in terms of characterization bc like ofc, I’m sure every person gets excited when their partner/crush/chulite/what-have-you, mixes their wardrobe up, maybe dressing nicer for a special occasion, whatever tf. But Calderoni is not only such a man, homie is such an adult that like he thinks it’s just sexy when you’re dressed in simple shit, like doesn’t give a single fuck if you’re dressed fancy or flashy, bc this hijodeputa (cariñoso) is a mf GROWN👏🏽UP👏🏽

✷ Today she's in a black tee tucked into fitted black jeans and her leather jacket.

fickingksksksd cackling here bc like you could edit this sentence to be about me and it would be the god’s honest truth: Today Every day she’s in a black tee tucked into fitted black jeans and her leather jacket except only sometimes the leather jacket bc she lives in a desert where it’s like hazardously hot for 8 months of the year

✷ They were worn, old, but fit like magic and she had no intention of throwing these out until they literally fall apart at the seams.

Once again bc I’m a product of my generation and have to make everything about me skskksks but this is just.... me

✷ He picked up a bottle, then presented it to her. “Your boyfriend a scotch drinker?”

OH SEE THIS CRAFTY MF TRYING TO FISH FOR INFO JUST TO FIND OUT IF SLATE HAS A BF IM SCREAMIN bc like ... okay no, there’s a thing I’ve seen in fanfic where theres a super cool character but like they’re kind of always made out to be like calm, cool, collected in every situation in a way that’s just kinda unrealistic which I totally get bc who doesn’t like to just revel in a smooth-ass character being fucking smooth all the time and no I’m not talking about Pacho, why would you ask me that so I LOVE LOVE LOVE when a writer throws in a Cool Character doing something so fundamentally human, like Calderoni does this in a sly way, but you FUCKINT JNOWWWWW that mf has had his moments of like “oh FUCK, have I missed my chance, maybe that ship has sailed.” Like this is the old school version of stalking someone’s Instagram page to see who they’re hanging out with and like if they’ve posted pics with someone who may or may not be A New Person They’re Banging. IM JUST— I love that you did it okay???? Okay

✷“Interesting isn’t it, “his eyes met hers, “you don’t like scotch. Yet, here's a brand-new bottle.”

oh Calderoni, methinks your I’m-A-Detective is showing eksksks

✷ “I started seeing a therapist.”

He raised a brow. “How's that going?”

“At first, I almost quit. But, glad I didn’t. Turns out you have to - open up for it to work.”

NO BC I ALMOST CRACKED A FUCKING RIB LAAAFFFING AT THIS EXCHANGE bc it’s almost like Slate just told him “Yeah, so I started practicing ritual magic” and Calderoni’s like “oh never heard of it. P sure magic isn’t real how’s that going” like this man has never contemplated the prospect of going to therapy some parallels to our very own Meerkat Man, pobrecito Walt, mayhaps??!? let alone known someone who’s talked openly about going to therapy. Like he’d probably be less skeptical if someone told him they were liek, abducted by fuckin aliens skskdkdkd

✷ “Young and slim huh? Quite the change.” He patted his stomach.

STOPPPPPPPPPSSKNSE I CANNOT HANDLE IM CRYYYYYYING, THIS MAN KNOWS HIMSELF AND SIMULTANPUSLY DOESNT GIVE A FUCK AND WHY IS THAT THE HOTTEST THING ACTUALLY Also I looooove this almost taunting discourse bc like, Calderoni doesn’t seem like the type of dude to be possessive which we stan but he’s also not immune to a lil jealousy and it has to come out somehow so he’s like couching it in humor and goddddd I just, I cannot say this enough and you might be tired of hearing it but you write him so FUCKINNG WELL

✷ Even with his comment, Slate was sure Calderoni isn’t suffering a lack of confidence, or feeling intimidated at all. Just, maybe a little jealous.

the way I stood up like my favorite team just won the fucking superbowl skskdkdkd that’s a sports thing, right? I’m pretty sure? Sorry, I’m not one for sportsball bc I literally just said basically this exact thing. I am the fic prophet sksksks

✷ “You’re like a cuddly bear."

He was mid drink and almost spit it out. Calderoni wiped his mouth then set the drink down, “a cuddly bear?”

“Yeah, but a badass, mysterious, dangerous cuddly bear.”

AAAAAAAHGHGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH SKSSKSKS cue the dj screaming from that Esos Son Reebok o Son Nike video, cause that’s me rn bc Calderoni spitting out his drink in reaction to being called a cuddly bear is the FUCKING FUNNIEDT, MOST FLAWLESS SHIT I HAVE READ IN A FIC IN A LOOOOONG ASS MF TIME OKAY also Slate qualifying that he’s still a badass, mysterious dangerous cuddly bear. So, he’s just .... a bear then sksksksk

✷ “I don’t have an answer for you, and I don’t know what we’re doing here. I just know that since I got back, I’ve been trying to forget you and move on-“

“With bikers.”

SRTTOOOOPPPOPOPOP I just love their banter so much, I love him, I love her, I love them sksksk I can see it all so clearly, this interaction. Like truly the fucking dialogue is on point per yoosh

✷ It doesn’t even make sense we don’t know each other. We only had a few moments together, but I can’t- shake you ...

PH IM SORRY CAN WE ALK SCREAM IN REFAIN “I CANT QUIT SHAKE YOU” AND FALL TO OUR KNEES LAUGHING AND CRYING AT THE SAME TIME BC ITS SUCH A NON-CHEESY ROMANTIC SENTIMENT?????? AND DO YOY EVEN KNOW????? ACTUALLY HOW HARD IT IS TO STRIKE THAT BALANCE, PEOPLE????????? DO YOU?????

✷ “no matter what I do, or who I spend my time with, you’re still over my shoulder like this ghost I’m carrying with me ... “

a few things: a) I imagine Walt feels very similar although it’s characterized by an entirely diff emotion *cough* rage, most likely *cough*, and b) lowkey the most meta thing bc aksksskks like the number of people *cough* me *cough* who slowly raised their hand being like ��ngl I think this mf is kinda dilfy” vs now, I have no problem admitting mf is under my skin and I did not see it coming until one day, I woke up, and was like “oh shit. I think— I think I would actually climb this man like a jungle gym. Wow.”

✷ “Even if there was some way it could work, I’m here, you’re in Mexico. I’m who I am, and you’re who you are. Then there’s all the rest of it.”

NOOOO BC YHEN YOU PULL THIS KKDDJDJ FUCKING BAIT AND SWITCH of like such beautiful, poetic romance and then slam me *whack* with the TRUTH like a baseball bat to my head, definitely got me like this now:

✷ Slate rested her hands on his knees, her eyes full of emotion and locked on his. “If it was me laying there, instead of Amat, bleeding and begging for help, would you have shot me?”

Without skipping a beat, Calderoni answers, “no.”

OKAY SKSKSKSKSKKSKSJWWBWNE NO EVERYONE CÁLLATE A LA VERGA PUES LPORQUE one of my absolute biggest pet peeves in life is pure fucking hypocrisy, and the characters I hate most, like their one biggest flaw is that they’re a blatant hypocrite. But sksksksksksksksksns the way that hatred is COMPLETELY NEGATED IN THIS MOMENT BY HIS DECISIVENESS SKSKSKSK I think if he’d floundered, gone back and forth, and then answered that way, I’d be side-eyeing tf out of him, but bc he’s not even pretending to have any kind of logical morality skskssk im like flipping my hair and batting my eyes and idk wtf that says about me but take that for what you will

✷ “You ever think about a beard, you know, leaving the pornstache behind?”

“You want me to grow a beard?”

... “I think it would look good on you.”

PORNSTACHE SKSKSKSKSKS ONCE AGAIN WITH THWIR FUCKING BANTER I LOVE IT. Also, he had a beard on Queen of the South, so can vouch, yes, still dilfy asf also the number of times I’ve had the thought “no man should look that good with that mustache but man, on him, it’s working for me,” is too numerous and embarrassing to admit out loud. Let’s just say it’s A Lotta Times

✷ “There’s so much I want to ask you ... About your life, your family, who you were before all this.”

I’m fully the :eyes: emoji bc I, too, have wondered about this extensively I feel like there’s gotta be at last one angry ex wife in the mix that he like sends money to on a regular basis, maybe a neglected child if we’re really getting into it and now I’m on the edge of my seat like what are we gonna learn here

✷ “I was married, but it didn't work out. One adult son. If there are any others, I don’t know about them.” he tacked on a grin at the end.

NOOOOSOSOSKDKSKS S BUT TBSKSKSKSNW CIERRA LA PUTA BOCA BC THE FUCKING BRAIIIIINCELL. I SWEAAAAAARRRR I DID NOT READ THIS BEFORE REACTING, TE LO PROMETO LIKE I WAS FULLY JUST THROWING THAT OUT THWRE AS MY OWN HC THEORIES

✷ “Okay, let's see - rollin' the dice here, what made you into the guy we met that day?” Calderoni slowly shook his head in response, no.

I love the way that Slate went from like “what’s your favorite color” to “what’s the meaning of life and all existence” in like 5 seconds flat skskksks

✷ She watched his mind work through his eyes.

HERE WE FUCKING ARE FOLKS, HEMOS LLEGADO AL MOMENTO WHERE IM FUCKING MAD OKAY, MAD MAD MAD. The number of ways I’ve searched my own brain to say, “Someone thought real hard about something,” while writing a fic, that’s not completely 50 Shades of Grey predictable, i cannot impress upon you the number of times again, let’s just say it’s A Lotta Times and I have NEVER, EVER thought to put it this way, but it’s so just— JUST EXCELLENT MF PROSE ALRIGHT, and I’m mad. Like I’m standing up, screaming, applauding you like im an audience member at an Oprah show and she just gave me a car, and simultaneously slapping both your cheeks like I’m a spurned lover from a telenovela (cariñoso, por supuesto con amor)

✷ “And” he cupped the side of her face, ''I never want to bring harm to you because of my job, or who I am ... “

bc of my job or WHO I AM

OHHHHHHH SUREEEEEEEEE YES, NO I DEFINITELY AM BEYOND STOKED TO HAVE BEEN GUTTED BY THIS COMBO OFNDEEPLY FUCKED UP, SAD AND ALSO SURPRISINGLY TOUCHING AND SWEET STATEMENT. I also think his acknowledgement of the danger he presents to her like ultimately, it’s not gonna make everything work MAY AMAT AND MY SWEET BABY BOY OSSIE REST IN PEACE but I do feel like it goes a long way towards demonstrating that despite the fact that he’s glib about a lot of things, he takes shit seriously in all matters Slate-related. I don’t think it’ll be enough to save them bc I feel like in the end, a relationship needs trust more than attraction, or even love. I’ve thought about this a lot not at all bc I’ve dealt personally with a breakdown in trust and that leading to the end of a relationship how like— okay, so I have a great aunt and uncle who’ve been married for a gajillion years, and they’re one of the few couples I know who not only still love each other, but still like each other. They’re also both deeply closeted but very Christian so never let that freak flag fly. HOWMEVER, there is love, but not carnal, it’s like— you can tell it’s based more in trust and faith than anything amorous. Like sure, they’re closeted but they’ve figured out how to be happy together? Idk I’m fucking rambling now sksksksks all I’m saying is: wanting to be together, enjoying sleeping with each other, is not enough to overcome a massive breach in trust without some SERIOUS fucking work and change and Slate is the only one going to therapy bc Calderoni thinks therapy is like extraterrestrials, they might exist but they’re probably not visiting earth

✷ You have no idea how complicated things are there, and what I had to do to get to where I am. I don’t want to put you in danger. I didn’t have any control of that in Mexico, but I have some now. I want to keep you away from it.”

akskskskskw not to sound like a broken record, but I ᶠ��ᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉᵉˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ beyond acknowledging the danger, it would go a long way if Calderoni told the truth about like.... a metric fuck ton of other shit?? What is “what I had to do,” kind sir?

✷ When she didn’t respond right away, he gave her cheek a little squeeze. “You and Walts little operation down there is long over but it’s still not safe. It hasn't been forgotten. You don’t know who else saw your face. So far, I don’t think anyone's looking or asking about you, I aim to keep it that way.”

“I’m not going back.”

OKYA THIRD TIMES A CHARM BUT LOKE TRUST, GUYS!!!! YOU NEED IT!!!! IS SLATE ACTUALLY TELLING THE TRUTH my magic eight ball says “reply hazy, try again”

✷ We just pick some place in the middle of nowhere to rendezvous every few months, existing in whatever this space is between us?”

ANNNNBSDDSDDD another one for the books bc flipping my desk over for “existing in whatever this space is between us.” there’s something about it that’s soooooo filled with dread, that says “limbo” without actually saying limbo, and I’m mad about it do you see what you’ve done, I hope you’re happy

✷ ... it’s a soft, lingering, sensual kiss. The kind that takes dinner off her mind and shifts her thoughts to something more physical.

PFFFFTTTTTJDD first thought was, “yum” and then immediately following, “idk man, cooking can be pretty physical when you actually d e s p i s e doing it”

✷ “I’ll pay for it.”

“We can go even split.”

“No, I’ll pay for it.” He insisted.

YAAAS homie putting all that dirty cartel money that Miguel’s still kicking back to him to good use. Like what else are you gonna do but buy yourself your very own fuck pad in the middle of nowhereSJKSSK

✷ “And what happens if we break up this not-a-relationship situation?” She smiled and gave his hand a squeeze.

“Then you’ll get a bill.”

I feel like every fucking react reblog I do, it’s literally me jsut repeating myself over and over in response to diff lines but I swear to Christ, this banter is pure, fucking lightning gold. It makes me love and live for them which just ensures the inevitable disintegration of the relationship will be all the more brutal and gutting for me. Really looking forward to feeling so fine about it

✷ “I don't think it's the secret relationship police Guillermo.”

KSKSKSKS okay, if it’s Walt, then it actually is, in the weirdest way, the secret relationship police esp bc mans has it bad for Slate and isn’t even fully aware of it KEKW my face is like mere nanometers from my screen, dying to see who it’s gonna be not me evilly hoping it is Walt bc I enjoy the pain and suffering of fictional others

✷ The idea of Walt and Calderoni coming face to face, in her apartment, instantly filled her with panic and anxiety.

OKAY AFAIN SKSKSKSSKS I’M IN SOME GIANT STADIUM, SOMEONE HAS JUST HIT THE BALL INTO THE OTHER NET OR WHATEVER TF AND, RED SLUSHY WITH NO LID IN HAND, ITS NOW FLYING IN THE AIR COVERING ME AND THE PEOPLE BEHIND ME BC IVE JUST STOOD UP SO ABRUPTLY AMD AM SCREAMING DKDKDKD

✷ Walt hated Calderoni and Calderoni was either indifferent to Walt or strongly disliked him, it depended on the day.

y’know what’s so sad, and is something on which Calderoni and I strongly disagree, but like my read has always been, Calderoni doesn’t even think enough of Walt to dislike him. He just straight-up doesn’t respect him and thinks he’s a naive, gringo moron. Like I think, as much as he and Kiki butted heads, Calderoni respected the fire, even if he thought Kiki was also self-righteous and naive. I think after Pablo Acosto and the whole airstrip-raid-gone-wrong, Calderoni just thinks Walt’s a broken down, hopeless cause. Whereas Walt, ofc and with good reason, fucking despises Calderoni and sees him as like the most traitorous, duplicitous mf

✷ “Yeah, but it’s my personal life, my business and this situation is about to be a fucking bomb, do you have any idea how - “when the buzzer went off again, a string of curses left her lips as she let him in. “fuck.”

DUDEEJSJSJSJS THISB IS SUCH A FUCKINT SHITSHOW IM LIKE READING MY PHONE THROUGH MY FINGERS AS IF IM LIKE WATCHING A HORROR MOVIE

✷ Slate nervously scratched her arm while staring at Calderoni. “If I asked you to hide in the bedroom - “

He chuckled. “I’m not hiding from Walt.”

“Of course not, a bunch of stubborn ass bulls, the whole lot of us ...”

I’m totally with Slate’s frustration and it’s the absolute truth, she might be the only one that’s not true of, or at least not to the pathologically dysfunctional point it is for the other guys. But the way I’m alsosjsksksk like .... oh. Okay. H O T T T

✷ Sal popped out behind him.

“Oh, and I brought Sal with me.”

I can’t decide if Sal is going to be a nice buffer to make the confrontation less awkward or if it’s actually gonna make things worse bc he and Walt are gonna gang up on Slate

✷ “Shit, bad time? Is there a guy in there?” Sal asked, he rested an elbow on Walt's shoulder.

“Yeah, you could say that.” She forced a smile.

“Tell him to put some pants on, did you cook?”

ONCE AGAIN dialogue fucking on point bc you’re out here reminding me you don’t just flawlessly capture Calderoni and Slate’s back-and-forth, but also the way Walt/Slate/Sal all take the piss out of each other sksk

✷ “Why the fuck is this prick here?” Sal turned to Slate who now has part of her face covered with her hand.

Slate laughed, a nervous laugh and closed the door.

“It’s going to be a long ass night, better get a beer.”

goddddkdkdkdkdjdnd I wanted so badly for Sal to be the buffer here but I cannot hold it against him for being immediately put off. And also did he even know about Slate and Calderoni before??? And like actually, I can’t even remember if Walt knew about it, but I feel like he did or like it was alluded to, even if they didn’t talk about it outright? oh, what’s that? Does that call for a reread of parts 1 and 2 mayhaps?? *sprints, trips over chair, clumsily gets back up, continues sprinting* you don’t have to tell me twice kskskse

Pt 3: The thing about time is

Part three of my fic After all this

Fic info

Part one | part two | part four - finale

Read on A03

Words: 3,562

Warnings: not many, drinking, vague sexual content

3 weeks later

Slate shifted the brown grocery bag to her other arm and fished the keys out of her pocket. Turning the corner, she slowed her steps at the sight of her guest.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

He grinned, his voice warming her as it always does. He looks the same, but a little different, lighter maybe.

“You know phones are a thing, right?”

Slate stopped in front of him. There’s a playful mischief in Calderoni’s eyes.

“Surprise visits are more fun.”

Slate smiled. “Sometimes."

Calderoni takes the groceries from her; she lets him and unlocks her door. Once inside, and after locking the door, Slate kicked her boots off then goes to the kitchen. Calderoni put the bag on the counter, his eyes darted to her.

“You look good, Slate,” he paused as he took in her full form with his eyes.

His compliment, combined with the affection in his tone and his smoky gaze, makes her want to be closer to him. To melt against his strong frame as he secures his arms around her. She fights the urge and stands on the opposite end of the counter,

“You too Commandante,” she winked at him, “you’re shrinking.”

“I’ve been busy." He rested his hands on the counter. “Not a lot of down time.”

It's a movement she knows well, he would often do it back at the warehouse during their meetings. Just as he was going to say something else, Slate leaned over and looked at his feet, he chuckled in response,

“I remembered. I was carrying your damn groceries. Can’t do both.” Calderoni left the room, then returned, this time without his shoes, or his jacket. She assumed he hung it up by the door

He stood next to her and continues to observe her. Slate seems different, yet still herself. The last time he showed up at her door, she was on the verge of a breakdown and could have shot him. Now, she seems more centered, no signs of anxiety or stress.

He inched closer to her until his arm pressed against hers. “Traffic was a motherfucker. A drink?” He asked.

“No. I don’t drink Monday through Friday now.”

“Just weekends?” He asked.

After the question leaves his lips, his eyes dipped down again to her outfit. It was simple really, but he expressed before how much he loved the way simple pieces looked on her.

Today she's in a black tee tucked into fitted black jeans and her leather jacket. It's only as his eyes roam, does she recall she did take these jeans to Mexico, and did indeed wear them in his presence. They were worn, old, but fit like magic and she had no intention of throwing these out until they literally fall apart at the seams. From the look in his eyes, Calderoni's a fan of these jeans too.

“Friday nights and weekends.” She replied with a grin.

His eyes met hers briefly before he made a go for the mini bar, in the left corner of the kitchen. Calderoni eyed the bottles then made a hmmm sound. He picked up a bottle, then presented it to her.

“Your boyfriend a scotch drinker?”

Slate stood beside him, “No, he prefers tequila. And he’s not my boyfriend.”

The little grin on his lips, paired with his amused expression causes Slate to roll her eyes at him. Smug bastard.

Slate stepped away to get a glass, then returned to give it to him. He winked at her as he took it, then processed to pour himself a drink.

“Interesting isn’t it, “his eyes met hers, “you don’t like scotch. Yet, here's a brand-new bottle.”

His eyes fell to her lips, and she licked them purposely before responding. “Maybe I just like options. The more the better.”

Calderoni chuckled, shook his head, then recapped the bottle.

Part of her wanted to ask how he knew about Joaquin, but it is Calderoni, he either looked into it, or he’s been in town for longer than he’s putting on. It’s possible he could have seen her with Joaquin, especially since loves riding with him and it’s become one of her off day past times.

As for the Scotch, it was never her first choice of drink. She knows only two scotch lovers, Walt and Calderoni. Walt is states away, so the bottle isn’t here for him. Truth is, she got the bottle because she was thinking about Calderoni. She saw it and he instantly came to mind, especially because it’s one of his favorite brands. The smell of scotch also reminds her of him, so she bought it, and tucked it in the back. Where he, of course, found it.

Calderoni knows that bottle is directly associated with him; the teasing smirk on his lips as he raised the glass gave it away.

Slate pushed herself forward and went to the fridge. She took a soft drink and opened it. “Why now?”

“You said you needed time.”

When she turned back around, she found Calderoni leaning against the counter with his drink.

She took a sip, then responded, “It’s been over 3 months.”

“I’ve been busy, Slate. Plus, you didn’t say how much time.”

“Fair.” She headed to the living room, he followed.

Slate sat in the armchair and pulled one of her knees to her chest. The two of them maintain heavy eye contact as he takes a seat on the couch to her left. Calderoni angled his body to hers. He pressed the tip of his tongue to his teeth before taking another drink.

“You seem good Slate, how have you been?”

“I am, rough days still happen but that's life, comes with the territory. My department is fine, I’m working a case I enjoy,” she put the can down, and lifted her other leg up off the ground, “I started seeing a therapist.”

He raised a brow. “How's that going?”

“At first, I almost quit. But, glad I didn’t. Turns out you have to - open up for it to work.” She grinned, so did he.

“Thats a full plate, when you’re not hanging out with bikers of course.”

“He’s not a biker,” she put her feet down, “he rides, but he's not part of a gang or anything.”

“Young and slim huh? Quite the change.” He patted his stomach.

Even with his comment, Slate was sure Calderoni isn’t suffering a lack of confidence, or feeling intimidated at all. Just, maybe a little jealous.

“Oh stop, I don’t care about that. Besides, I like you the way you are.”

He doesn't respond verbally to that, but she can see the amusement in his eyes, and the way the corner of his mouth slightly curled.

As he drinks, she slipped her jacket off and laid it on the back of the chair. Settling into position, she angles her body toward his. Slate let's her eyes roam, moving over his face, then down to his body. Even now, it still amazed her that he ignites such a fire inside of her, it was so unexpected.

“You’re like a cuddly bear."

He was mid drink and almost spit it out. Calderoni wiped his mouth then set the drink down, “a cuddly bear?”

“Yeah, but a badass, mysterious, dangerous cuddly bear.”

Calderoni chuckled, “of all the things I’ve been called, that’s a new one.”

“I had this bear when I was a kid. It was a thick brown bear, with this tummy that came out like this,” she talked with her hands to help him visualize it, “it became so flat over time because I was always sleeping on it and holding it.”

“Thats adorable,” his eyes are bright and warm, his body language completely relaxed, “still don’t know how I feel about being compared to a cuddly bear.”

“It’s a compliment, trust me." She leaned in his direction, continuing to observe him, “Guillermo?”

The use of his first name catches his attention. She didn’t say it often, she usually just called him Calderoni. There's something about hearing his first name on her lips that pulls at his heart strings and further stirs his emotions.

“I don’t have an answer for you, and I don’t know what we’re doing here. I just know that since I got back, I’ve been trying to forget you and move on - “

“With bikers.”

“Stop,” she laughed softly, “I’m being serious here. It doesn’t even make sense we don’t know each other. We only had a few moments together, but I can’t- shake you,” she looked away, his intense eye contact was starting to overwhelm her, “no matter what I do, or who I spend my time with, you’re still over my shoulder like this ghost I’m carrying with me, and I don’t know what to do about it. At the same time, I know we can’t be together, for obvious reasons. So, where does that leave us?”

Calderoni is quiet, reflecting on her words. His brown eyes downcast now, fixed on the floor.

She continues her thought, “Even if there was some way it could work, I’m here, you’re in Mexico. I’m who I am, and you’re who you are. Then there’s all the rest of it.”

He slowly raised his eyes to hers, and this time the warmth is gone, a heaviness is present. “I would have warned you if I was able to. You know that.”

Slate pressed her lips together in a tight line and scrubbed her hands over her face. “Yes, there are two sides to the whole thing, and yes, I understand where you were coming from, but I can't just be over that. I can’t just forgive you for killing Amat. That's shit was traumatizing, and I lost people I care about. Saw them die with my own eyes. I could have died in that field, Guillermo.”

She stood and went to him, kneeling down before him.

He frowned and leaned toward her, “you think I don’t think about that, Slate? All the fucking time? You lost people, I know that. Good guys who didn’t deserve that end. You also know Walt should have informed me of his plans. I’m not trying to be cold, Slate, but it comes with the job, you know that..."he trails off, then takes a breath before finishing, "I know, you could have died too.”

Slate rested her hands on his knees, her eyes full of emotion and locked on his. “If it was me laying there, instead of Amat, bleeding and begging for help, would you have shot me?”

Without skipping a beat, Calderoni answers, “no.”

Slate dropped her head and closed her eyes. He gently cupped the side of her face, his skin is warm against hers, but she doesn’t look up yet.

“The approaching men, they would have seen if I was alive.” She whispered.

“I would have pretended you were dead. Then, I would have carried you out of there.”

Her eyes raised to meet his.

“Come here.” Calderoni draws her closer to him and guides her into his lap. Slate sits on his thighs and rests her head against him as he wrapped his arms around her.

After some time, she sits up to view his face. “My bear didn’t have this though.” she scratches his mustache, the low chuckle from his gut vibrates against her.

Slate moved her hand from his mustache to his cheek and laid it flat. He continued to hold on to her, his eyes steady on hers.

“You ever think about a beard, you know, leaving the pornstache behind?”

“You want me to grow a beard?”

“Not a full grizzly one, just one of those well-maintained medium ones, “she traced the shape it would be with her fingers against his skin, “I think it would look good on you.”

He smirked and gave her body a little squeeze, “I've had the pornstache for a long time.”

“Think about it. Change can be nice.”

Calderoni freed one of his arms and grabbed her chin. He gently, slowly, drew her closer until his lips met hers.

Later that afternoon

A small smile lingered on her lips as Calderoni planted kisses on her bare shoulder. Seconds ago, she got up from the bed to open the window. The cool air helped dry the layer of sweat on her skin. Her heart is still racing, body buzzing.

When she climbed back into the bed, he pulled her closer and draped one arm over her body.

“There’s so much I want to ask you,”

He stopped kissing her shoulder in response and looked up at her.

“About your life, your family, who you were before all this.”

“Can’t guarantee I’ll answer all of them” He brushed the length of her arm with his fingertips, then took her hand into his own.

Slate went silent, thinking about what questions she wanted to try first. “This should be a safe one, where’d you grow up?”

His eyes are fixed on their interlaced fingers, between their bodies. He responded with a casual ease, “Reynosa.”

“Do you have a family? A wife back home? Kids?”

He quirked a brow, “you weren't joking about the questions.”

“Hey, I said I was going to ask.”

“I was married, but it didn't work out. One adult son. If there are any others, I don’t know about them.” he tacked on a grin at the end.

“Okay, let's see - rollin' the dice here, what made you into the guy we met that day?”

Calderoni slowly shook his head in response, no. Slate didn’t push the matter and relaxed back against the pillow.

Quiet replaced the brief conversation for a few moments.

“You never told me what you want to do, about this, us?” she looked him in the eyes.

She watched his mind work through his eyes. He took his time before responding.

“The reasons it can’t be are valid. So are the reasons we shouldn’t. Still, none of that takes away from what I - “he paused, reconsidering his words, “this could be my last visit, if that’s what you want.”

Slate sat up, the lightness in her expression now replaced with a sullen one.

“It would be the wise thing to do, for both of us. Just, bury this whole thing and move on. But just because it’s wise doesn’t mean i want to do it…” she takes a beat, and tries to read his expression, “I need you to be open with me about this Guillermo, about how you’re feeling, and what you want.”

“I want to keep seeing you,” his eyes returned to hers, “I like you Slate. I don’t want to give this up.” He sat up too, “even out of Mexico, it’s dangerous for us to be together, less so here. And “he cupped the side of her face, '' I never want to bring harm to you because of my job, or who I am. You have no idea how complicated things are there, and what I had to do to get to where I am. I don’t want to put you in danger. I didn’t have any control of that in Mexico, but I have some now. I want to keep you away from it.”

Slate nodded and dropped her gaze to the space between their bodies.

“And whatever you do, do not step foot back in Mexico, you hear me?” When she didn’t respond right away, he gave her cheek a little squeeze. “You and Walts little operation down there is long over but it’s still not safe. It hasn't been forgotten. You don’t know who else saw your face. So far, I don’t think anyone's looking or asking about you, I aim to keep it that way.”

“I’m not going back.”

“Good.” He moved his hand down the side of her neck. “good.”

Slate sighed and placed her hand over his. “So, what now? We just pick some place in the middle of nowhere to rendezvous every few months, existing in whatever this space is between us?”

“I could work with that. As long as you’re part of the deal.”

She smiled, leaned in closer, then pressed her forehead to his. “I can too.”

The next night

“Come, taste this.” Slate stirred the sauce once more then listened for his footsteps. Calderoni stood behind her, his chest and stomach pressed against her back. She twisted in place and raised the spoon, carefully, to his lips.

He tasted the sauce and hummed, “damn, this is good.”

“Thanks.” She turned her attention back to the stove and continued stirring. Calderoni hovered behind her a second longer and kissed the exposed skin on her neck before stepping away.

“ I leave early in the morning.”

“Already?” She glanced back at him; he’s setting the table.

He nods, “have to get back.”

“I understand.” She turned the burner off and put the cap on the pot. “I’m glad you came by.”

Calderoni put the table setting on hold and returned to Slate, he grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him. When they kiss, it’s a soft, lingering, sensual kiss. The kind that takes dinner off her mind and shifts her thoughts to something more physical.

Once the kiss breaks, he tilts his head back, his eyes full of warm adoration. His lips parted briefly, and she could feel he wanted to say something, but decided against it. He keeps it to himself, and instead kisses her once more before returning to the table.

“You’ll have to find the place on your own, you okay with that?” He asked as he finished the table.

“Yeah, I figured, it’s okay. I already have a few ideas.”

“I’ll pay for it.”

“We can go even split.”

“No, I’ll pay for it.” He insisted.

She considered his offer, then accepted, “okay. Rental? Or just outright buy it?”

“Buy it.”

“You sure?” She headed over to him and grabbed his hand.

“Positive.”

“And what happens if we break up this not-a-relationship situation?” She smiled and gave his hand a squeeze.

“Then you’ll get a bill.”

“Ha, real comedian here.” She returned to the stove. “Everything's ready, take a seat.”

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Slate and Calderoni were in the middle of dinner when the buzzer rang. Her eyes jumped to the clock then to him.

“Expecting someone?” He asked, a hint of suspicion in his expression.

“No.” She stood and grabbed her phone from the counter. There are no recent texts, and none from Joaquin. “I have no idea who that is.”

Calderoni got up, then came back with his gun in his hand.

“I don't think it's the secret relationship police Guillermo, “she pointed at it.

“Better to be safe.”

“Can’t argue with that,” it buzzed again, and she went to the wall unit and pressed the button.

"Yeah?"

“We can see your light on; I’m freezing my balls off out here.”

Her lips parted in surprise, and she lifted her finger from the button.

When she looked behind her, she could see Calderoni, he knows whose voice that is too.

“I didn’t know he was coming - “she hovered her finger over the button.

The idea of Walt and Calderoni coming face to face, in her apartment, instantly filled her with panic and anxiety. Walt hated Calderoni and Calderoni was either indifferent to Walt or strongly disliked him, it depended on the day. This was a nightmare and would quickly expose what she’s been trying to keep secret.

“I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing in New York,” she stared off until the buzzer went off again.

“Let him in, this was going to happened eventually. “

“What, him picking the absolute worst time to surprise visit me?”

“Him finding out.”

“Yeah, but it’s my personal life, my business and this situation is about to be a fucking bomb, do you have any idea how - “when the buzzer went off again, a string of curses left her lips as she let him in. “fuck.”

“Hey,” he grabbed her by the shoulders, “it will be fine.”

“No, it won't.”

“It will, “he tried to reassure her, “he’ll have to learn to live with it.”

Slate nervously scratched her arm while staring at Calderoni. “If I asked you to hide in the bedroom - “

He chuckled. “I’m not hiding from Walt.”

“Of course not, a bunch of stubborn ass bulls, the whole lot of us,” she pulled herself from his grip and headed to the door.

Calderoni watched from the hall as she tried to amp herself up quietly, whispering something to herself he couldn’t hear. Then the knock on the door came. Walt’s going to lose his shit, and Calderoni is amused by that.

Slate swallowed then unlocked the door. She opened it slowly, revealing Walt and his large smile. “Surprise!”

“Yeah, that it is - “

Sal popped out behind him.

“Oh, and I brought Sal with me.”

Slate’s eyes jumped from Sal to Walt. In contrast to their excited faces, it looks like she's seen a ghost.

“Hey, what's going on?” Walt asked, his smile dropping.

“Shit, bad time? Is there a guy in there?” Sal asked, he rested an elbow on Walt's shoulder.

“Yeah, you could say that.” She forced a smile.

“Tell him to put some pants on, did you cook? It smells like - “Walt slips past her into the apartment before she can stop him.

He only makes it in two steps before stopping cold.

“Fuck - “Slate muttered; Sal took a step toward her.

“Hey, Slate,” he made eye contact, “what is going on?”

“A waking nightmare apparently,” she stepped aside, opening the door wider. Sal can finally see Walt, and what made Walt stop in his tracks.

“Why the fuck is this prick here?” Sal turned to Slate who now has part of her face covered with her hand.

Slate laughed, a nervous laugh and closed the door.

“It’s going to be a long ass night, better get a beer.”

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artemiseamoon · 3 years ago

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Narcos & Narcos Mx

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

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

NARCOS

Javier Peña

Steve Murphy

Carrillo

Poison

Gustavo

Pacho

Chepe

Judy Moncada - Like old times

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

NARCOS MEXICO

Pacho

Amado

Miguel

Ramon

Enedina /Dina

Chepe

Isabella

Walt

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

Benjamin

Marta Linares

David Barron

Guillermo Calderoni

Ismael “El Mayo” - Late nights, early mornings

Verdin - Control pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3

Danilo - undefined

Pairs

Marta x Amado: In the morning

Etc

Assorted characters (via Sideblog) ficlets

Victor Tapia x Tenci

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Challenges

July 2023 - smut alphabet

October 2023 prompts challenge

Narcotober 2023

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Isabella x Chepe

Things that must be said:

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

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

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

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

- This is an adult 18+ blog only!

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

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

Any grief or drama = instant blocking.

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hausofmamadas · 2 years ago

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That awkward moment when the reaction reblog is like half the length of the original fic skksksksksksk whatever cabrones, you had to know it was coming

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𖥕 They didn’t trust him, she didn’t either he’s not even her usual type but there was something about him.

Skskkskse I’m so sorry I know I always scream about this but cannot help but see immediate meta-parallels between Slate (uh…. COOLEST fucking OC name btw, mad I didn’t think of it) and us as the audience…. Like the first time I saw Calderoni, I wasn’t immediately like “let me at him.” But over time…….. something about just the straight negative fucks he gives about every situation, the amorality, the duplicity, god I just can’t get enough and YOU KNOW WHAT, I’M NOW ALONE CAUSE I GOT MAH GORL SLATE TO BACK ME UP

𖥕 Still, Calderoni didn’t seem like the type to just end up in someone's bed. The man was like a fucking wall; he said what he had to say, made his point, and wasn’t trying to make friends.

ASDFKASKLDJFAKSDFJ THE MAN WAS A FUCKING WALL goddddd I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more accurate characterization of this see the above straight negative fucks he gives about every situation

𖥕 “Look who decided to join us.” Ossie commented with a grin. Slate flipped him off and he chuckled. 𖥕 Slate and Ossie look at each other, then back at Calderoni.

UHHHHHH THE FUCKING HOMIE ENERGY BETWEEN SLATE AND OSSIE ALREADY SENDING ME

𖥕 Back pressed against the wall, Slate crossed her arms and listened intently as Calderoni addressed the room. It took some work, but she was able to shift the events from a day ago to the back of her mind.

As;ldfjkalskdjfal;ksdjf the way fucking nothing has happened yet and I’m already biting my fist at the like *cue Easy Lover by the Phils, Collins and Bailey* underlying tension, trying to play it cool. And like best part is….. Calderoni has no probs playing it cool skskks. Slate already said, mans is a wall. So can you imagine knowing mans is a wall, and trying to will yourself into the same state of mind even tho you’re not like a wizened, corrupt Mexican police officer at the end of his rope with a mustache that says, “I have exactly no time for your shit”

𖥕 Upon stepping in, she was gently swept inside. Once the door was closed, and locked, his lips met hers. There was no talking, no conversation, just two people swept up in desire and need.

I SAID GODDAMN ASKDFJA NI SIQUIERA SÉ COMO EXPRESAR QUE ME HACE SENTIR ESTOS CHINGADERAS CAUSE LIKE– okay. Look. Listen. As I’ve gotten older, let’s just say… Like any boy-o who tries to like assert dominance emotionally let alone physically makes me cackle like the actual Wicked Space Witch of the West Coast. HOWMEVER. There are certain boy-os who just…. yea, basicallycould step on me??? Like the fact that just Calderoni grabbing her???? no words, exchanged, fucking nada???? like I’m on board?? with it?????

𖥕 “Being seen together once at the bar was dangerous enough, we need to be careful.” … He sighed behind her, but it had a more relaxed tone to it.” Neither of us knew the other would be there.”

WOAAAAH okay, it just hit me how dangerous this actually is…. Bc the drug cartels and the Mexican govt low-key the same thing today but at the time slightly more separate do have spies everywhere. that kind of surveillance is actually a thing, and Calderoni is fully playing both sides, so if Miguel were to find out he’s hooking up with Slate, he would prob have his head. And then you got Slate who’s working on a fully illegal task-force operating totally against the guidelines for conducting investigations in foreign countries sksksks like this has such the capacity to be a shithow. But then skskkss once again, Mr. gives-negative-fucks-about-fuck-all Calderoni all, “nah gorl, It’s fiiiiiine.”

𖥕“I need to get back. And, if this happens again, we cannot come to his hotel.” He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he inched closer and gently caressed her bare back with his fingers. “Relax, there won't be any issue with this place. Trust me.”

SKSKSKKSKS NO BUT I JUST STOOD UP IN MY FUCKING CHAIR BC I THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA BE LIKE, “RELAX THIS WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN,” BUT INSTEAD, HE WAS LIKE “RELAX, WE CAN TOTALLY BANG HERE AGAIN THIS PLACE IS FINE”

𖥕 “Last time, or” he slid one of his hands behind her head, “second to last time? Third to last?”

Not halfway through this bitch and already clutching my chest, in need of a heart monitor necklace, fully help I fallen and I can’t get upasaksafkksjdfksdkfjaskdjfalskjdf

𖥕 Belize is beautiful, Slate reminds herself to come back some time, after all this is over and long in the past.

FUCK just occurred to me that literally fucking NO ONE on that Leyenda team except Walt and Sal survived bc Calderoni fucked Walt over bc Walt was playing shady lbr they were both being some duplicitous motherfuckers with the Acosta shit…. and SLATE IS PART OF LEYENDA SO TF IS GONNA HAPPEN, KICKING MY LEG IN THE AIR LIKE A CHORUS GIRL IN A BROADWAY SHOW

𖥕 Ossie grinned.” Either way, I can pop the lock.” “Of course, you can. Troublemaker” Slate commented with a smile.

OH OKAY BUT LOVING the homie energy going on between these two, I AM HERE FOR IT

𖥕 A lifetime of trying to make a difference and help, just to die on some floor like so many others. It’s not what she wanted, but it’s a realistic outcome to all this.

‘… just to die on the floor like so many others…’ -> THE WAY THIS FUCKING SLAPS WTF

𖥕 “I’m going to help!” She called back at Daryl before disappearing into the trees. Running as fast as her legs would take her, she made it down the side of the ridge.

OH FUCK YESSS CUE ME STANDING ON MY CHAIR SWINGING MY SHIRT AROUND IN THE AIR LIKE GO, BITCH, GO!!! SIMULTANEOUSLY LIKE NO, BITCH, NO!! SAVE YOURSELF!!! SKSKSSK also fully forgot Daryl survived, that cool, stoic mf

𖥕 Slate’s eyes jumped to Ossie again, she needed to get to him …

Goddddddaaaaammit like I knew it was coming but just love the friendship so much, I need more Ossie and Slate adventures. Slate needs more Ossie and Slate adventures!!!! *flips damn desk over, kicks hole in wall, hops up and down grabbing foot, howling in pain*

𖥕 “I’m fucking dying, man!” … Slate continued to fire back while trying to hear what Ossie is saying to Walt. A heavy feeling of dread washed over her.

Godddd THIS SCENE I just remember being so shocked how it was just one right after the other right after the other

𖥕 Even with his hand in the way, they could see the blood pouring out of his gunshot wound. Its fatal, the organs, right under the hem of the fucking vest.

FUCK THIS IS BRUTAL but so effective, the ‘right under the hem of his fucking vest’ is just chef’s kiss prose, that is.

𖥕 An ill feeling washed over her as Amat laid on his back ahead, a guy on either side of him, rifles trained on his body. Each time their fallen friend groaned, the sicker she felt.

FUCKING SQUIRMING LIKE AN ANT UNDER A MAGNIFYING GLASS OVER HERE BC I REMEMBER THIS SCENE SO CLEARLY LIKE CALDERONI LOOKS LIKE HE MIGHT TRY AND HELP AMAT BC HE KILLS THOSE TWO DUDES AND THEN THE REST OF THE GUYS CATCH UP AND HE JUST HAS TO SHOOT HIM AND NOW SLATE’S WATCHING ALL OF THIS AND I AMA SDKFJALSKDJFA;LSKJ

𖥕 He deserved to walk away Walt, they all did. But they were never going to. You made sure of it.” Slate moved over slightly; a sliver of her face came into Calderoni's view.

Me positively fucking squeezing my face right now. Also, can we pause and appreciate Calderoni’s little schpeil here. Like right or wrong, he really just knows how to spin that shit on Walt and make it really gutting askksdjfaksjdf

𖥕 His eyes moved back to Slate. “Get the fuck out of here and don’t stop walking until you hear them speak English.”

I love that you included this, legit one of my fav Calderoni lines of all time esp the way he delivers it

𖥕 They had to get the fuck out here, there was no winning. Even if they could get a shot at Calderoni, dozens of men would descend upon them, and they had no chance of surviving that.

NO KSKSKS BUT SLATE IS READY TO MURDER HIM, AS SHE SHOULD LIKE THAT– WHY IS THAT SO FUCKING CORRECT

𖥕 A man she snuck off to see two more times before the trip to Belize and Juarez, a man she had a weird comfort with she could never describe or explain away. A man she now hated with every bone in her body.

CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHY THE PROSPECT OF SLATE GOING AFTER CALDERONI IS SO HOT???????? Like why did I immediately start rubbing my hands together and twirling my mustache like an old-timey villain from a silent movie, the minute Slate goes whole-hog “fuck this guy, but like not in the way I did in Belize and Juarez, fuck him in the biblical sense of vengeance sort of way” can someone explain me to me…? No takers. That’s okay

𖥕 … she stopped cold in her tracks. A familiar face stared back at her, dark brown eyes, hair combed back, his arms crossed … “you’re a hard woman to find.”

Okay, somehow have neglected to mention how fucking SPOT ON our man’s dialogue is, like I know some is from the show but the parts that aren’t, he has such a distinct, emphatic way of speaking and you’ve really just fucking nailed it

𖥕 He grabbed her shoulders and lowered his eyes to hers. “Calm down. Can we talk? Inside?”

As;lkdjfa;lksjdf this is literally the most mundane interaction and it also has me:

bc Calderoni is like, he a husky mf and I mean that in the very best way mmkay But if you’ve actually seen people in military/law enforcement who have to Be Strong on-the-job, they’re not that six pack abs shit that we see in movies. Those guys are passing out on set from the dehydration diets they have to do all the time skskks like actual strong people do not look like that. And that’s cause you can’t just be raw muscle?? In order to like Do Things?? my point is like Calderoni is actually strong, so like him holding your shoulders in place like that, just the weight, can you imagine skdjakssdf why am I fully unraveling right now.

𖥕 When the door opened, she jumped to her feet and retrieved the gun she kept hidden behind a desk. Calderoni didn’t budge at the sight; or show any signs of worry.

KEKW REMEMBER WHAT I SAID ABOUT LESS THAN NEGATIVE FUCKS. LIKE WHY IS THAT THE HOTTEST THING just realizing now, I’m really a sucker for dark hair, dark eyes, inscrutable, and cool under pressure skskssk like Barrón, Calderoni, there’s a pattern there

𖥕 “Tell me to fuck off in the morning, but for now,” he raised his eyes to hers, “let me be here for you, even if it’s in silence.” He forces a small smile. “Keep the gun close if you want.”

NOOOOOASDKFALDJF ;ALSDJFLAKJS;LFJA S;LDF SHUT THE MF PUTA PUERTA A LA VERGA, HAS DAÑADO MI PINSHE CORAZÓN, NUNCA ME RECUPERARÉ, NO POR EL RESTO DE MI CHINGA VIDA, QUE PEDO PUES ……. ‘Let me be here for you, even if it’s in silence … keep the gun close if you want.’ I’m mad, I’m mad. Loca, encabronada que no pinshe haber pensado en ello. I feel mentally ill.

𖥕 Maybe she would yell at him tomorrow, tell him all the things she wanted to say, but for now, she doesn’t have the energy. Calderoni wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

Honestly, after an ordeal like that, this makes perfect sense to me, like she’s been through so much and anger takes up a lot of energy and mental real-estate, not to mention toll trauma takes bc subconsciously it just overworks your nervous system. Like to finally be able to rest despite how mad she is like this ending is just INCREDIBLE. GODDAMN MF INSPIRED

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It wasn’t supposed to be this

A narcos mx one shot | Calderoni x f agent*

Words: 6,200 | read on A03

* read as an OC / her nickname is Slate and I did image her in her mid to late 30s OR read as a RC. I use ‘she’ not ‘you’

An: I made an exception and posted this in full, since I don’t think there anymore than 2 or 3 of us who crush on him. Anyway, I’m going back to my system after this, just previews on tumblr. This one shot is just the exception.

Warnings: violence, mention of injuries and blood, drinking, vague sexual content, drug traffickers, character deaths, lots of angst

The full realization of what happened last night hit during the shower. She drank a lot; this job is stressful, and she usually limited herself to one beer or one drink as a calming agent for a few reasons; to keep in control and to avoid letting her defenses down.

Last night, she lost both those battles and ended up in bed with the Calderoni. Slate couldn’t put her finger on why she was drawn to him. They didn’t trust him, she didn’t either he’s not even her usual type but there was something about him.

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#screamblog #goddamn y'all i need a nap skskskks #i know i make it look effortless #but stanning is not easy skskskks #guillermo calderoni x F!Original character #netflix narcos mexico #narcos mexico #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico fanfic

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artemiseamoon · 2 years ago

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OMG THE WAY I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF AT THIS

I was about to leave the app and had to indulge - I HAD TO DEVOUR this bc you are gold, your reactions are *chefs kiss* and always bring me so much joy! I’ll come back with more coherent thoughts.

No worriers about timing, the whole fic is here whenever you are ready :) including the finale and bonus chapter.

You are the best, oh my - I’m grinning ear to ear right now and low key thinking about a Calderoni ex wife scenario as well speak bc I miss his ass and you planted the idea in my head 😍💜

Also thinking for an “what if” post fic bonus chapter ( like an alternative to the way every thing ended up cause - 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 I could explore something there…)

Me to you!