#isabella Bautista

[sarahlovessummer]

-I just watch narcos for the plot

The plot:

#queen of the south #el padrino #el señor de los anillos #isabella bautista #ramon arellano felix #amado carrillo fuentes #narcos #pacho herrera #miguel angel felix gallardo #narcos mexico #javier peña

[drabbles-mc]

One More Last Time

Benjamín Arellano Félix x Isabella Bautista

For @ashlingnarcos as part of the AU Exchange & For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge. Bingo square: affair

Warnings: 18+, language, infidelity

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Isabella could do anything and everything and she would have my full support no matter what.

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He could still hear the music that was playing on the other side of the glass, but it was muffled. As he looked out the windows that towered over the rest of the building, the noise and the chaos felt like they were emitting from a radio that was sitting a room or two away from him. The lights all poured in, casting the mostly empty space in all cool hues of purple and blue, the rare splattering of pink.

He watched them all, his siblings, their friends, all the other people they knew and didn’t know who were filling up the space of the club. He took a deep breath, shaking his head slightly as he did. It felt like too much most nights. The thoughts that were currently racing through his head showed that this night was no different than the others in that regard. He was already thinking about how good it was going to feel to be back home again—away from the lights, the noise, the semi-controlled chaos.

The sound of the door opening caused him to whip around, wondering how he’d missed someone coming up the steps to the office. His eyes were wide as he turned and looked, only growing wider when he saw who was stepping through the doorway.

“Hola,” Isabella’s voice was smooth and warm as honey, comfortable like she had any right to be there in the club at all, let alone strolling into his fucking office.

His muscles immediately tensed, hackles going up as the door swung shut behind her. “Qué estás haciendo aquí?”

She laughed, shaking her head as she began to collapse the distance between the two of them. “Por qué estás tan enojado? Tenso?” She stopped in front of him, placing her hand on her chest, fingers splaying across her collarbone. “Solo soy yo.”

He shook his head, knowing far better than to buy into the act. “Qué quieres?”

“Nada,” she answered with a smile and a shrug.

“No mientas,” he shot back instantly with a shake of his head.

“No puedo visitarte?” She tilted her head slightly, some of her hair falling gracefully over her shoulder as she did. “Un amigo querido?”

“No soy tu amigo, Isabella.” His tone was short, an attempt to be cutting.

It didn’t faze her. “Claro que sí,” she drew it out, nodding slowly, more drama than she needed to pack into a situation that was plenty dramatic on its own. “Porque nosotros, Mín? Somos más que—”

“Qué quieres?” he cut her off as he repeated himself, not wanting to allow her to finish where that sentence was going.

She gave him that same smile that she always did, the one that was all lipstick and no teeth, lips upturned enough to draw him in but also just enough to let him know that there was so much more to it than whatever she was saying to him.

He didn’t realize that she was moving until her hand was pressed against his chest. The warmth of her palm began seeping through the fabric of his shirt instantly. Familiar feeling of scorched flesh. He wanted to swat her hand away but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. That was always the problem, wasn’t it?

“Qué piensas?” Isabella asked, standing closer now even though Benjamín swore that he hadn’t heard her take a step towards him.

He shook his head for a moment, like he was about to deny thinking anything at all. Isabella was ready to call him out on it, too. Like that man ever had a quiet moment inside his mind. But then he looked at her, met her eyeline directly and held it for the first time since she’d walked in. “Ya tú sabes.”

She raised her eyebrows just slightly. The movement barely enough to clock but it still let Benjamín know that yes, she certainly did know exactly what he was thinking about, and the slip of her hand up to the side of his neck let him know that she was thinking about it too.

The last time the two of them found themselves in the position that they were, the place that they were, things had been a little different. The strobe lights in the club were off; so was the music. The whole building looked gray, almost dull without them on and just a few scattered maintenance lights illuminating the place. It was more than enough for what they were doing, though.

The last time they were in that office together was also supposed to be the last time it ever happened. But then again, all the times before that were supposed to be the last time too. The argument being that there never should’ve been a first time to begin with.

But now here she was. Again. One more last time. Lights flashing across her face like the universe’s most blatant warning sign. Crowds and crowds of people packed just one flight of stairs below, his siblings among them. The music fighting to seep through the glass, the distant reverberation of the bass coursing throughout the building. All of it should’ve been enough to remind them that it was a bad idea for all the reasons it had always been a bad idea, but now it was also a bad idea because the likelihood of getting caught was higher than ever.

The sensation of her nails dragging lightly along his jawline pulled him out of his own head. His eyes raked slowly up her arm until they reached her face. She seemed so unbothered. She always did, really. Maybe because out of the two of them he was really the only one with things to be bothered over. Sure, there was the business of it all, the plazas, Miguel, all the rest of it. They shared that to an extent. But Isabella didn’t have a family weighing over her head. She had no marriage that would implode if it all got out, didn’t have siblings that would, well, he didn’t really want to give too much thought to that in the moment. The façade of his life was one tap of the glass away from breaking, and Isabella was standing on the other side of the window with a fucking sledgehammer.

“No puedo…” he trailed off.

“Te nunca puedes,” she retorted, her voice soft somehow despite the mocking undertones in it.

He shook his head, enough to cause her fingers to not be brushing against his jaw and cheek anymore. It didn’t cause her to stop touching him. Now her hand was on his shoulder. She was standing close enough that if he released any of the tension that he was holding in his muscles, their bodies would be pressed together.

He nodded towards the large glass windows, the ones that currently had the blinds up all the way so that they could see out, and if anyone wanted to go up a few steps, they could see in. “Mira. Todos los—”

“Esa es la razón?” She scoffed, almost laughed. “La gente?” She shook her head as she repeated back his words from earlier. “No mientas.”

He swallowed past the growing knot in the back of his throat. Nodding towards the door, he tried to found firm as he said, “Vete.”

“O qué?” she challenged, the smirk on her face showing up involuntarily.

“Isabella…”

“Dime, por favor.” She tilted her head, like she was studying him, like she didn’t already know the answer. “Quiero saber.”

He tilted his head back, chin jutting out as he looked up at the ceiling. He knew that the answer to that was nothing. Nothing was going to happen. He knew that. He knew that she knew it, too. But he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of saying it if he could help it—she was unbearably confident about it enough already. She always was. He didn’t know how that happened, really. How he wound up surrounded by women like that. Todas las mujeres de su pinche vida.

Letting out a deep sigh, he tried one more time. “Vete ahora.” He almost tacked a pleasantry onto the end of it. But he wouldn’t have meant it, and she wouldn’t have cared.

“De verdad quieres eso?”

“Sí,” he replied quickly, but he didn’t make up for the lack of conviction in his voice.

“Eres un mal mentiroso.” He had no idea how she managed to sound so good when she was being so condescending. “Tienes miedo?”

Something in the slight uptick of her voice at the end of the question caused him to shift. He could feel the defeat starting to rake its way across his muscles, his body giving into hers. He always did. No matter when she showed up, no matter where, his resolve never lasted. He hated how smug she was about it all but what he hated more was that he had given her every right to be. He shook his head, mumbling as he turned the phrase over in his mind.

Isabella never ceased to find it amusing, the hesitation, the internal turmoil he seemed to face each time. She figured that they would be past that by now—that he would be past that by now. But the routine held steady. He’d hesitate, he’d give in, he’d let the residual guilt keep him from seeking her out, but when push came to shove, he’d never let it keep him from giving in again when she eventually came back around.

“Si es lo que quieres,” she finally said as she held her hands out, almost like a surrender, almost like a peace offering. However the lift of her lips showing that she was fully aware that it wasn’t really what he wanted, that she banking on him caving and saying just that.

She turned around and started walking towards the door of the office. Her steps were slow, deliberate. Each click of her heels against the floors felt like it was echoing, like it somehow drowned out the music blaring through the rest of the club. Benjamín watched her go, shoulders so tense they were about to crumble, cave in on themselves as he tried to get himself together. He should let her go and he shouldn’t feel conflicted about it.

He opened his mouth to try and say something, but all that came out was a choked stammer. Not a real word, hardly a real syllable. But the sound was enough to get Isabella to stop in her tracks. Her back was still to him, but he could vividly imagine what the smug look on her face must’ve looked like.

Turning around to face him, she raised her eyebrows, smiling as she asked with feigned innocence, “Sí, Mín?”

His jaw twitched, still fighting over what he was going to say. Not that it ended up mattering in the end, anyway. Words fell completely by the wayside as his body reacted with more certainty than his brain ever had. One foot in front of the other, long, fast strides easily closed the distance between him and Isabella.

She didn’t say anything either, didn’t have to. The half a second between his hand cupping the side of her face to pull her closer and his lips crashing against hers said everything that either of them needed to know.

#narcos mexico #narcos: mexico #nmx #nmx fanfiction #narcos mexico fanfiction #benjamin arellano felix #isabella bautista #benjamin arellano felix x isabella bautista #isabella bautista x benjamin arellano felix #navy and roo's sleepover #navy and roos sleepover #slumber party #slumber party bingo #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[narcos-narcosmx]

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Okay just me thinking about that hilarious post I just reblogged. Credit to @purplesong1028 that ‘gets a dick pic’ meme is hilarious! I hope it’s okay to fangirl over it (original post) if not, I’m sorry and I’ll take this down.

Part two

I really need to prep for bed but…I’m just having fun with these and they aren’t really edited. Again this is just inspired by their post and out of fun. You know the show, you know the general warnings. 💕 Arte

Below is Ramón, Pacho, Isabella, Benjamin & Rafa

Ramón

You were playing video games with Ramón when his phone dinged. At first, he ignored it. It wasn’t until the third time that he picked it up. You watched as a look of annoyance quickly turned to pure amusement.

“What is it?” You asked.

Ramón hopped off the bed and quickly unbuckled his pants. Before you could ask what he was doing, he smiled at you wildly, then grabbed his phone with his other hand,

“I’m gonna send one back!”

Pacho

“You make the best martinis.” You said as you finished off your drink. You weren’t really a Martini person, but Pacho has the magic touch. The look he shot you in response is a clear, yeah I know.

Pacho stands and gathers the glasses for a refill. When he reaches the counter his phone buzzes. Pulling it out of his pockets, he stills as he looks at the screen. From his smile alone, you know whatever he’s looking at is amusing.

Pacho frees up both his hands then types, “send another one.”

Isabella

After a fun night out, you and a few others end up at some guys party. He’s someone Isabella knows and gives you all VIP treatment.

As you chill on the long couch, Isabella phone goes off. Not that you were being nosey, but you were sitting right next to her. So when she pulls up the screen and a very clear dick pick is starting at you, you nearly spit your drink out.

Isabella laughs, then looks at you. You know that look. She’s up to something.

She calls one of the guys over whose been drooling over her since you arrived. Barely holding back a laugh, she stands and pulls up her camera,

She looks the guy right in the eyes and says, “Drop your pants.”

Benjamin aka my sweet Min

Sinking into the office chair, Min pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He’s tired. It’s been a long ass day. And all he wants is to get home to his wife and little girl.

Swiveling in the chair, he can see the crew downstairs, and ‘Mons cackle reaches the office. Benjamin narrow the blinds a little more then returns to the desk. Just as he reaches for a stack of papers, his phone buzzes in his pocket.

At first he smiles, maybe it’s a cute picture of his daughter, his wife likes to send those. But once he pulls the photo up, his smile drops to a frown.

A look of total disgust morphs his expression and Benjamin promptly deletes the photo and blocks the number.

“What the fuck?” He stands and rests his hands on his hips.

That’s it. He’s had enough for the day.

Rafa

When you arrived, Rafa had just finished watching Scarface, again. But you weren’t going to bust his bubble. At the sight of you, he jumped up to his feet and gave you the biggest hug.

Tonight you’re going dancing, and after a long work week, you’re really looking forward to it. A night out with Rafa is exactly what you need.

With one arm around your shoulders, he excitingly tells you about his newest strain and insists you try it before going out.

Before he can go on any further, his phone buzzes. Rafa steps away to get it the quickly joins your side. The moment he pulls up the screen he erupts on laughter.

Rafa immediately shows you the picture as he curls over with laughter.

“I gotta post this - “ he straightens up and pulls up his Instagram.

“Rafa I don’t think that a -“ you try to warn through your laughter.

“Done!” He showed you the phone.

He posted it.

#narcos Mexico #random thoughts inspired by another persons post #Ramon narcos #pacho herrera #isabella narcos #isabella bautista #benjamin narcos #benjamin arellano felix #ramon arellano felix #Rafa narcos #Rafa Quintero #not the real guys #you know the show you know the warning

[ramonashess]

Alguien que quiera subir contenido de Narcos Mx de eso depende mi estabilidad emocional😭😭

#narcos mexico #ramon arellano felix #narcos #benjamin arellano felix #amado carrillo fuentes #hector palma #manuel masalva #miguel angel felix gallardo #rafael caro quintero #enedina arellano #isabella bautista #netflix

[karamacrisk]

Updated Masterlist

Narcos Mexico

OC X CHARACHTERS

DIOSA*๑♡՞

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DIOSA

(i.18th Birthday celebration) ☆*。

(ii. Wedding invitation) ☆*。

(iii. Kidnapped) ☆*。

(iv. Joining a cartel) ☆*。

(v. The first mission) ☆*。

(vi. Matta) ☆*。

(vii. Colombia) ☆*。

(viii. Colombia part two) ☆*。

(ix. Rescued) ☆*。

(x. Hidden truth) ☆*。

(xi. I dare you to pull the trigger) ☆*。

(xii. Gallery walk) ☆*。

(xii. Murdered) ☆*。

(xiv. Bad news) ☆*。

(xiv. Playing dirty) ☆*。

(xvi. No te lo diré) ☆*。

(xvii. Bad breakup) ☆*。

(xviii. The ending) ☆*。

#narcos mexico #netflix #Ramon Arellano Felix #Benjamin Arellano Felix #Isabella Bautista #Fanfic #Enedina Arellano Félix #Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo #Don Neto #Rafa Caro Quintero

[artemiseamoon]

Draft release: It was never about the money

Isabella x Enedina

Preview below | Read on A03

Words: 1662

Warnings: betrayal, light sexual content

Summary: Standing face to face in the place where they launched a dream, Isabella comes face to face with her lover. She has to walk away from not just the business, but the woman who stood at her side and shared her bed for months.

Money.

It was never about that.

To kill everything they built together with a betrayal and a check? That hurt.

It was a stab to Isabella's gut. Enedina twisted the blade and stared her in the eyes as she did it.

Isabella wasn’t new to pain or backstabbers. Through all her hardships she was steel; she’s survived and fought and fought again.

Isabella had an idea, a plan, a vision, she just needed someone to execute it with. And after being rejected the first time, she didn't expect Dina to come knocking.

Isabella was apprehensive but excited and the backseat of that car was the start of something big. Seeing it all come to life, that was a prize in itself. To do it with woman at her side, well, that was a gift she didn’t know she needed. Isabella always held her head high, always displayed confidence and strength, and having Dina at her side made her feel supercharged.

Dina was observant, smart, and had even higher walls than Isabella. Though they agreed on a business partnership, Isabella never imagined they’d become close - it wasn’t quite a friendship but something else, something nebulous and invigorating, something secret between them that blossomed over late nights and early mornings; stolen moments in private just for them.

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#isabella bautista #enedina arellano felix #Isabella Bautista x Enedina Arellano Felix #Isabella x Enedina #arte releases a draft into the void #wlw whump oneshot #netflix narcos mexico #not the real people

[hausofmamadas]

ISACHEPE | the office romance that started it all aka that got ya girl on all this bullshit

♫ To the tune of not!90s but still basically a 90s bop, Finesse by Bruno Mars ft. the indispensable flavor and spice that is Cardi B ♫

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Look ... when I rejoined Tumblr to stalk such content creators as @thesolotomyhan, @narcosmx, @ashlingnarcos, @artemiseamoon, and so many others, pasado deciembre, my plan was to be a life-long lurker. The little stalker at the edge of every ask inbox. And yet ... almost a full ass year later, and I've fallen into the deep chasm of content creation for this, our most micro of fandoms. And we have this mf pairing to thank right here.

Because back sometime around New Years, cue me fiendishly searching for gifs of that legendary scene where Isabella and Miguel go to Colombia to meet with Cali wherein Isabella single-handedly seals the deal with the wiles of a fortune 500 CEO and the sex appeal of a regular Jessica Rabbit and what fucking thanks did she get?? nada porque carajo Miguel era un pinshe hijo de lashingada of the highest order, in disguise but I digress wherein Chepe and Isabella proceed to eye fuck THE ABSOLUTE SHIT out of each other in the most delicious possible gotdamn way and end the meet on the promise of dancing which was never fucking fulfilled and to my great shock and surprise. THERE WERE NONE. So, instead of crying myself to sleep into my pillow, which don't worry, I did. For other reasons aka my ongoing divorce I decided I was gonna learn how to gif because the fucking LEWKS between these two needed to be giffed. They needed to exist in the world. Which I did and now they do just if you were wondering.

And then gifs, led to vids, and vids led to fics aka Dinarron, the epic sojourn that has become my life's work somehow ?? sksk and now here tf we are. And mi gente, lo siento mucho enserio, porque you weys are stuck with me. Pegados. We all have our burdens to shoulder skskks and I'm yours, yoursowelcome. Anyway, without further ado, please enjoy my slice of IsaChepe.

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taglist: @ashlingnarcos @cherixrosa @narcolini @cositapreciosa @purplesong1028 @tinylittleobsessions @mmasalvafics @mmasalva @marrianena @carlislecullenisadilf @artemiseamoon @thesolotomyhan @criatividad-e @southotheborder @mandaloria314 @bellinitini @ashlingiswriting @narcos-narcosmx @narcosmx @kesskirata @curaheed @masalvas-girl @alreadywritten @gangstababydoli @cigarettesaftersunset @fleurfatale89

#narcos #narcos mexico #isabella bautista #chepe santacruz #isabella bautista x chepe santacruz #this is one of those things where like …. #I’ve been working on it for so long #and looking at it for so long #i cant actually like tell anymore if it’s good or garbage #and like the longer I look at it #the more I want it so serve like two coworkers #constantly flirting with each other at the office #until they finally throw all caution to the wind and give into temptation #jettison the fucking garbage boyfriend/fiancé/husband/fucking traitor cocktease prick Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo #and give love a chance #i want it to serve Chepe just hopelessly fucking smitten with Isa #like the rest of us sks sksksks bc duh mans has functioning eyeballs under those sunglasses #i want it to serve narcos power couple against the world against all odds and most importantly #against the duplicitous hijoeputa Miguel skskss #but like again I have been looking at this for so long sksksks #i don’t even think I’ve achieved any of this sksksks #but maybe I have? who tf knows it was a ride #IsaChepe 4 lyfe

[artemiseamoon-ficart]

A place to call home

Isabella Bautista x Domino (ofc)

A narcos Mexico mini fic

Revised 3.9.23 | written in

About the fic & chapters

My older boards for this

#isabella bautista #Isabella Bautista x ofc #old fic revised #wlw fic #narcos mexico #artes moodboards

[mlentertainment]

okay 4 month long fancast/elaborate sleep deprivation project is complete. here's who should star in the unsleeping city live action tv show

pete - elliot page (officially endorsed by ally)

kingston - jeffrey wright, isaiah mustafa; laurence fishburne or idris elba if they wanted to

sofia - samantha win (wow she looks So Very Italian for sure definitely... dw about it i want her wushu skills more than anything)

ricky - mackenyu

misty - CATHERINE O'HARA (hunter schafer as rowan)

kugrash - hank azaria (voice only), fiona dourif (voice and physical)

iga - if catherine's not available for s1 can she come on for s2 as iga. otherwise patricia arquette

cody - devon bostick is 31 which means he still fits the 27 yr old mall goth window and i cannot unsee the rodrick eyeliner and also can't think of anyone better. hi devon you're my last hope

esther sinclair - jade eshete (the casting thought that started this monster post)

gabriela sinclair/furies - i mean angela bassett if you're free--

alejandro ortiz - edward james olmos

ana and amelia ortiz - isabella gomez? classic single actor playing twins moment but i think her energy is good #odaat

robert moses - ed harris. or another guy who can do crazy scary. i'm finishing this list at 5 am can u tell

dale lee - daniel henney

jackson wei - key quy quan i don't care give him work i am kissing him respectfully

emiko matsui - karen fukuhara

53V3N - brennan's cameo

priya danger - i mean. come on. jameela jamil

dr. lugash - anthony carrigan. i had to fit him in here somewhere LET'S GOOOOOO NOHO HANK... 2!

mario bicicleta - james ransone *sniper shoots a warning shot next to my head*

lowell masters - nick offerman i guess

wally kugrich - alan tudyk

david kugrich - michael shannon

cindy wong - margaret cho

tony simos - dave bautista (is apparently part greek? That's fun. what's important is he's built like a truck)

heather simos - ME!! ✌🥰✌

jj jacobs - lane factor

not casting Nod bc i literally don't pay attention to child actors. saw someone mention bradley whitford as sondheim which i thought was genius (and joe pesci as don confetti which was great but unrealistic) (<- is treating this like they're an actual casting director) but beyond that are there any fun roles i missed?? i tried to cover both szns as well as i could

#dimension 20 #the unsleeping city #d20 tuc #d20 fancast #personal #feel free to share ur thoughts I'd love to be roasted

[studioapartmenthub]

Who is Celis in narcos?

Who is Celis in narcos?

Who is Rodolfo in narcos Mexico?

Who is Isabella in narcos supposed to be?

What happened to Miguel Félix Gallardo?

Who is the drug lord in narcos?

Who is the real narco?

How was Miguel Angel Felix caught?

Did Amado Carrillo betray Felix?

Did Miguel Angel Felix move 70 tons?

Who snitched on Felix Gallardo?

What is Sandra Avila Beltran doing now?

Was Isabella Bautista real?

Who is Diego Luna supposed to be Narcos?

Did Félix Gallardo betray Rafa?

Who caught Félix Gallardo?

Did the CIA make a deal with Félix Gallardo?

Who is the drug lord in Narcos Mexico?

Who is the drug lord in Colombia now?

Who is the king of drug lords?

Is Pablo a drug lord?

Who is the number one narco?

Who is the main narco in Mexico?

Who is the narco?

Who is narco based on?

What happened to Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo?

#studioapartmenthub

[multiverselibrarian]

CRUEL PRINCE FANCAST

(+ some genderbend)

Jude/Taryn: Isabella Gomez

Vivenne: Ana de armas

Bomb: Willow smith

Ghost: Justin H Min

Cardan: Naomi Scott

Dain: Natalie Dormer

Locke: Mina Sundwall

Nicasia: Yara Shahidi

Valerian: Colin Ford

(bonus<3)

Madoc: Dave Bautista

Oriana: Cate blanchett

Roach: Kit Conner (with FX lol)

Grima Mog: Zoë Wanamaker

Lady Asha: Bryce Dallas Howard

Baphen: Stanley tucci

Balekin: Booboo Stewart

#for the sapphics #cruel Prince #folk of the air #the cruel prince #cardan greenbriar #Holly black #book fancast #fancast #cruel Prince fancast #genderbent fancast #the folk of the air

[drabbles-mc]

Following Your Lead

Isabella Bautista x F!Reader

For the ever-lovely @hausofmamadas for the Candy Hearts Exchange!

Warnings: 18+, smoking, alcohol

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Idk what happened here but it sure was!! Something!! I hope you enjoy! xo

Narcos Mexico Taglist: @narcolini @ashlingnarcos @artemiseamoon @garbinge @anditsmywholeheart @passionatewrites @southotheborder @justreblogginfics (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

It was all loud music and flashing lights and sweating bodies pinned up against each other. It wasn’t exactly your idea of a good time, but most people must’ve liked it—that was how the place stayed so packed. That was why everyone kept coming back.

That wasn’t why you kept coming back. You tried to tell yourself that you didn’t actually know why, but you weren’t fooling yourself let alone anyone else.

The drinks were good, sure, but no better than you could get at any number of clubs downtown. The music was alright, even if it wasn’t what you would be caught listening to at home, or in your car. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t your favorite. When you’d come here with your friends, been dragged actually, you knew about twenty minutes in that you would never come back again. The next time some strange man's hand landed on your hip, your ass, the small of your back, you were going to break each one of their fingers that felt entitled to touch you.

You’d lasted about an hour that night before telling your friends that you were bailing and going home before you caused a problem for them or someone else. Despite their half-hearted attempts to get you to stay, you started weaving your way through the seemingly endless ocean of bodies. As much as you hated making yourself small, that was exactly what you were doing as you left. Anything to get out quicker.

The door was practically within your reach when you felt it, another abrupt bump against your shoulder. Somehow better than all the other touches of the night but you still jerked around, contemplating going out with a bang since you weren’t planning on coming back. The clench in your jaw was almost enough to make your teeth crack. Your brows knit as you whipped your head around, earrings slapping against the curve of your jaw.

“Hey—” your animosity was cut short when you saw who had bumped into you. Your expression was still harsh but your mind froze up.

You didn’t know her, but you wanted to. She was looking you up and down, not outwardly perturbed by your reaction like you were by her bumping into you. Her perfectly painted lips curled into the smallest smile as she tossed her hair back behind her shoulder.

“Lo siento,” she said, her hand cupping the exposed skin of your arm even after the word hit the air.

You didn’t know if she meant it. You didn’t care if she did or not. Your eyes dropped to where her fingers were resting against your skin, painted claws not set into you but you were immediately imagining it anyway. That’s the kind of touch you wouldn’t mind, not from her.

You felt your face softening the longer you looked at her, eyebrows raised more in surprise and curiosity now. “Todo,” you stammered out, “todo bien.”

Her smile grew, still a toothless gesture. It still knocked the wind out of you. She nodded, nails trailing down your arm as she turned to walk away. Left you standing there in the doorway like an idiot, helpless to do anything but watch her.

You came back with your friends the following weekend. Each one after that too. You had yet to see her again. Part of you was wondering why you assumed that you would—for all you knew, she was another woman who was just like you in that she showed up once, had to deal with a ton of creeps, and then promptly decided it wasn’t worth the time and discomfort. You hoped, selfishly, that that wasn’t the case.

You were finishing off what was going to be your last drink of the night. Setting the glass back down onto the top of the bar, you reached for your purse. Your focus was solely on pulling a couple bills out to tuck underneath the glass, more than enough to close out your small tab and leave a generous tip without having to actually talk to the bartender.

Shouldering your purse, you turned so that you could step away from the bar and head towards the door. You didn’t get very far, a body having materialized right behind you without you noticing or hearing above the rest of the noise in the club. You didn’t make eye contact at first, just muttering out an apology you doubted the person could even hear as you tried to slip past them.

Then you felt it, a hand on your arm, nails against your skin. Your eyes widened as you lifted your gaze from the floor and leveled them with the woman who was staring back at you. You thought that maybe you had been falsely remembering her to be more beautiful than she was, but if anything your brain hadn’t been doing her justice.

She smiled at you the same way she had before—all lipstick and no teeth. You almost felt like you should just sit right back down on the stool you’d just stood up from as she held your gaze. The gold around her neck paired so nicely with the deep plunge of the black jumpsuit she was wearing, the short capped sleeves meaning that all of her bracelets were visible, matching the gold of her necklace and the numerous rings around her fingers.

You’d been hoping for weeks to see her again, and now here she was. You figured that maybe you should make all your waiting worthwhile and fucking say something, but the words weren’t coming. She didn’t seem to be rushing you away.

She put you out of your misery with a sentence that almost took you out in an entirely different way. “Qué bueno verte otra vez.”

You opened your mouth a few times to try and say something but nothing came out. You hadn’t planned on getting this far. Clearing your throat, you finally said, “Te puedo comprar una bebida?”

She lifted her chin slightly, the look in her eyes making you think that she was almost impressed by the response. Removing her hand from your arm, she let it drop back to her side. “No estás saliendo?”

Fuck. You were leaving. Or, at least, you had been until she showed up. You didn’t want to just tell her that, though. You didn’t want to seem that desperate, even if you really were that desperate. “Me puedo quedar.”

So, you stayed. Not caring about the money you had already pre-tipped the bartender, you sat back down and the woman you were certain you’d never see again or speak to sat down right next to you. And you learned that her name was Isabella. You learned that she had the same go-to drink at every club she went to, something that would be impossible for bartenders to fuck up.

You also learned that she loved dancing. She taught you that after her second drink when she set the glass down and then reached over and grabbed your hand to pull you away from the bar and towards the dancefloor. If it had been literally anyone else on the planet, you would’ve found a way to weasel out of it somehow. But there was no way you were going to be able to look at her and tell her no. So you followed her, nearly stumbling as you tried to follow in her footsteps, weaving through everybody.

And then she stopped. She stopped and you found yourself pressed up against her, the hand that was entwined with yours now resting on your hip, almost like she was trying to catch you, almost like she was trying to pull you in close. Your mouth felt dry as you tried to scrounge up something smooth to say, but you couldn’t.

Her smile grew a little wider as she took in your flustered state, the first flash of teeth you’d gotten. Reaching and situating your hands on her where she wanted them, she leaned in closer so that you could hear her.

“Puedes bailar, sí?” she asked, almost like it was a joke.

You managed a laugh as you nodded. “Mhm.” You paused, suddenly feeling not at home in your own body. “Pues…”

She laughed at that, but not in a mocking way. It was almost refreshing. Hardly a few seconds later she was stepping and swaying her hips, and at first you felt like you were fighting for your life to keep up with her. She must’ve seen it on your face, too, because she brought one hand up, nails trailing lightly against your cheek in a way that gave you chills despite the heavy heat of the club. The smirk on her face let you know that she was perfectly aware of what she was doing to you, but at least she was getting you out of your own head about the dancing.

You followed her lead, the same way you had been the entire time, the same way you would if you ever got the chance to see her again. There was no denying that she was a far better dance than you could ever hope to be, but it got to the point that you didn’t even care because you were too lost in the feel of her hands on you, yours on her, a welcome touch where there hadn’t been any for a long time.

You’d completely lost track of time, no idea how long the two of you had been on the dancefloor ignoring just about everything and everyone happening around you. You would’ve stayed there with her until they shut the place down if that’s what she had wanted.

When she stopped dancing, pulling you close so she could speak directly into your ear, you had no idea what to expect. She asked if you’d step out for a smoke with her, away from some of the noise. So you did the same thing you’d been doing all night and followed her lead. You didn’t smoke, but when she offered you a cigarette outside on the sidewalk, you said yes with no hesitation.

And, when she snubbed out the last of her spent cigarette beneath her shoe, and asked you if you wanted to come back to her place, you followed her lead on that, too.

#narcos mexico #narcos: mexico #narcos mx #nmx #isabella bautista #isabella bautista x reader #isabella bautista x you #isabella bautista fanfiction #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[narcos-narcosmx]

So 👏🏾 much 👏🏾 chemistry

I love her so on one hand, she deserves better so I’m glad they didn’t hook up. Miguel did enough damage. I will always defend Isabella, my love.

But on the other hand, if we could have at least gotten a hate fuck I would been…

But again, I’m glad they didn’t so you see my conflict here.

Are their any fics for them out there? If so, please rec because I need to read it.

#narcos mx #thoughts #Miguel and Isabella #Miguel narcos #isabella bautista

[ramonashess]

Que canciones de Lana del Rey creo que serían estos personajes de Narcos Mx -Parte 2/?

Isabella:

Art Deco: Creo que a mi querida chavelita le quedaría muy bien esta canción por su deseo constante de libertad y de tener más en la vida, va muy bien con la personalidad fría y segura que muestra cuando se encuentra rodeada de gente.

Happines is a butterfly: Esta canción la elegí para ella porque siempre parece tener una sensación de confusión e incertidumbre, porque se cuestiona si corre un riesgo al establecer conexiones con sus socios. Además de todo el drama con Miguel con quien parece ser que anhelaba querer algo más que una relación simple entre socios.

Enedina:

Doin' Time: Explica demasiado bien la emoción que sentía mi reina al llevar un estilo de vida tomando sus propias desiciones con Isabella, además de que sabía todos los riesgos que corría, sentía que tenía el control de su propio destino. Es el tipo de energía que desprende este mujeron.

Next Best American Record: Resuena en su relación con Claudio, porque parecían tener una relación emocionante donde siempre estaban perdidos en su amor. También la sensación de nostalgia al perderlo ''My baby used to dance underneath my architecture''.

Rafa:

Chemtrails Over The Country Club: Me hace recordar a su alegría a pesar de los malos momentos y las limitaciones que tenía. También a su aventura romántica con Sofia con quien se sentía libre de expresarse y de vivir el momento.

In My Feelings: Veo a un Rafa marcado por su relación tumultosa y sus sensación de impotencia mientras llora mientras se fuma un cigarrillo yy otras cosas, también explica la sensación de empoderamiento y de su situación mientras intenta arreglarse.¿Who's tougher than this bitch?, ¿Who's free-er than me?

Chapo:

Thunder: Explora toda su insatisfacción, su impulsividad y la energía que trae consigo, también el animo que tiene de actuar y de aprovechar todas las oportunidades que se le presenten, su sentido de urgencia de tener la sensación de placer y de tener esa imagen que tienen sus demás socios.

#Isabella Bautista #narcos mexico #chapo guzman #enedina arellano #rafael caro quintero #narcos

[karamacrisk]

This show is based off Narcos México! Warning I don't own the characters.

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DIOSA: NARCOS MÉXICO

"I don't think he's a bad person."

Cast

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ROSARIO CONESA

Portrayed by Jessica Alba

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MIGUEL ÁNGEL GALLARDO

Portrayed by Diego Luna

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RAFA CARO QUINTERO

Portrayed by Tencho Huerto

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SALMA GRACIA

Portrayed by Ana De Armas

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ISABELLA BAUTISTA

Portrayed by Teresa Ruiz

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SOFIA CONESA

Portrayed by Tessa Ia

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DON NETO

Portrayed by Joaquín Cosío

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AND THE OTHER RESPECTED CAST OF NARCOS: MEXICO!

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!

I'm just trying something that's why I deleted my other stories. Also there will be Spanish and English in this story. There will be some changes in instead of the true events happening in the show. The characters that I created are mine and Narcos Mexico characters are owned by Netflix. With that being said I hope you enjoy!

[hausofmamadas]

I have no idea why tf, or for what tf, or who tf I even wrote this for besides it came to me and I don’t know what else to do with it but share bc like I think it’s kinda funny and like gifs. So, yeah, here’s a thing sksksksks a drabble? as the real fanfic writers say??

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| Only good for a good time |

Character/Pairing: Isabella Bautista (heavily implied Isabella Bautista x Enedina Arellano Félix)

Word count: smol ~850

✷ TWs: the general stupidity of men none ✷

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Because a pretty face, dirt poor from Culiacan, can only possibly be good for one thing, right? If Isabella Bautista had like a lifestyle guru blog or a Wordpress diary or was like some kind of YouTube vlogger and/or Instagram influencer or god forbid, had a Tumblr, I feel like this would be an entry?? Regardless of the exact avenue, she is out here, screaming into the void of the internet about how her almost bestie and the rest of the world did her so beyond dirty and questioning what it means to be so damn sexy all the time. (You think I'm joking ... I promise you, this might actually be that shallow.)

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It was almost like every breakup I’d ever had. A pat on the ass, a “thanks for your time” and “be on your way.” Actually it was worse, because none of the dirtbags I ever dated had left a check to add insult to injury. Another thing this one had that those breakups didn’t? The worst part? The absolute and complete cherry on top of this shit sundae?

I didn’t. fucking. see it. coming.

In hindsight, I probably should have. I’d never worked with another woman before, so I kinda just chalked it up to that. Less dicks and egos to dance around and deal with. But if I think about it now, there were always three operating in the background, after hours, and things were going too well, working too smoothly, had too few headaches, too few fires to put out. That should’ve tipped me off. Because life is never so kind. I mean, they say you can’t have it all, right? I never used to believe that but I’m beginning to. Because a pretty face, dirt poor from Culiacan, can only possibly be good for one thing, right?

And yeah, I do like to have a good time, if your idea of a good time is watching endless reruns of El Derecho de Nacer with a seventy pound German shepherd, drooling, half-asleep in your lap. I guess I don't mind dancing either, but that always depends on the company you're with. (If you're ever in Colombia, I've got a number for este chulito viejito who ruined dancing for me because it's just not the same without him ...

... he made that much of an impression.) But people are always projecting things onto me based on my looks. Which isn’t actually my problem … but is still somehow my problem.

So, it’s a question I ask myself often. Is it worth it to be beautiful? And now, don’t even start because I already know what you’re thinking like qué debo ser tan loca, sí? Oh poor linda, bonita, chulita, fresita. How life must be so terrible and hard for you. Cry me a river, pendeja. Ya cállate alashingada pues and smile.

And look, I get it. It sounds nuts to be asking that question porque por supuesto que sí, que ser linda, lo vale la pena.

And you’re right. The answer to that question is "yes" ... in some ways. I mean, sure, it may have gotten me out of a ticket, paying a fine or two. And well, yeah, actually come to think of it, I’ve never paid for a drink in my life.

It’s also part of, but definitely not all (not even close) of what got me out of Sinaloa and onto bigger things. Tijuana, Colombia, beyond.

Because people are nicer to you if you’re pretty. They tend to give you things when you ask (for the right ones) nicely.

But (and there’s always one of those) when I replay every single leer, every joke some sleazeball cracked about how “Colombians love a girl with a fat ass,” every pair of hungry, beady eyes behind sunglasses slid down the bridges of their noses. When I replay all of that? Yeah. I wish wasn’t. Or at least, not in the way I am.

See, because as much as I admire and respect her, the most annoying thing about Di— scratch that. One of the most annoying things about Dina is that she’s beautiful too. Noticeably so. I mean hey, I certainly noticed. Hell, I wouldn’t have passed up the opportunity had we not been in business together. He probably thinks he taught me so much, but Miguel was right about one thing: business in lust or love is a Bad Idea. (Well that, aaaand had she not been so busy making eyes at that Snack of a sicario working for them, whose name I can never remember.)

(And really …. I can't blame her.)

(… Or him, for that matter.)

So yeah, she’s beautiful. And yet, still, somehow people always seem to take her seriously. And okay yes, she’s someone who does naturally command respect, sure. But hey! Newsflash! We’re not that fucking different!

How do you think we worked together so well in the first place?

I guess, maybe it’s that she’s beautiful in a way that’s honest and doesn’t make too much noise. Frankly, for the longest time, I always thought it was because of how she dressed, like in those unflattering, oversized tiger sweaters. And good god, that 80-year-old librarian’s polka-dotted suit jacket, the one that made her look like a kooky preschool teacher …

If preschool teachers came customized with a mouth that savage. (I don’t think they do.)

But that theory went right out the window. Because when I did that, no matter how hard I tried to make myself look hard, they still all saw the same thing. One Thing. (Except the One Person I might’ve actually wanted to see the One Thing. Then again, what’s that saying? Don’t shit where you eat? As I said, bad for business. Although, now that I think about it, maybe I should’ve thrown caution to the wind since the whole thing went to shit anyway. Oh well. Así es la vida.)

Oh, I’m not even gonna bother spelling it out for you. Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to. And you do already know what it is. Because it’s the One Thing you see too, isn’t it? I mean, isn’t it what you all came for in the first place?

#isabella bautista #isabella bautista x enedina arellano felix #implied Isabella x enedina #drabble #or drivel? #can we tell? #can you spot the dinarrón reference I shoehorned in here #bc I’m actually fucking insufferable idk if you knew this #and also any excuse to use a gif of Bobby Soto #like ofc are you kidding me sksk #can you also spot the IsaChepe reference I shoehorned in here #bc i'm actually fucking insufferable see above for details #no but in all seriousness I have no idea what this is or why I wrote it #but here have some gifs #which are gifs I’ve technically already posted but these are vastly superior bc I have a Jedi system for making gifs now