TO THE SMASH N GRAB CREW | RIP to the homies and this Cece x Kenny meet cute
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Pairing: Cecelia “Cece” Garza x Kenny and The Smash-And-Grab Crew gif dump
For @narcosfandomdiscord NarcOctober - Day 16
Prompt: Day of Surprises - create a fanwork that focuses on dreams, literal or metaphorical
Okay so, you guys, I have no idea if this even works for the prompt dreams, bc it’s not really a dream one of the characters is having but rather, a dream of mine, and specifically a dream of whatever this was or could’ve been???? That we were categorically deprived of thanks to the Narcos’ writers’ tendency to just drop narrative grenades lil hints of things and then never pick them back up again.
So idk if yall remember that one time Operation Leyenda actually didn’t entirely fuck some shit up but there was One Time n I’m lowkey convinced it was thanks to the involvement of some estrogen no one will convince me that GOAT Secretary Susie wasn’t the strength of Jaime and Kiki’s operation, mmkay in the form of this baddie, named Cece aka Danilo’s way-too-foxy cousin.
What exactly did this bonafide mothafucking G short for goddess do that made the mission so successful? Idk, maybe just being the sassiest, most could-not-be-fucking-bothered, beyond not-having-any-of-your-shit to political scumbag and all around general skidmark, Ruben Zuno Árce okay we don’t even have time to get into how legitimately want to light this man on fire whilst painting💅🏽her💅🏽fucking💅🏽nails💅🏽 I MEANSJSHWH it truly doesn’t get better than this
I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE SATISFIED WATCHING TBIS FUCKINFSKWJHW W SHOW except that one time Barrón broke my brain by spending the whole time being some random and then very sudddnly stealing the whole gotdamn show out of nowhere in ten mins but shhhhhhsjshshs we’re not talking about that right now like they fucking did it. They got this bitch on US soil, homie was shitting in his skivvies right there on the runway also ngl I’m convinced that Walt dressing respectably in that torturously sexy red shirt was another crucial key to the success of this plan but it was mostly Cece
Okay okay okay so then after the plan goes down like gang busters, they all meet up for lunch and we get this random little exchange between enemies-to-lovers Danilo and Kenny before Kenny cried weeweewee all the way back home to the US bc he could not handle big swinging dick Calderoni and like tbh, fair where Danilo makes a point to introduce Kenny to his cousin, The Real MVP Cece, who, like the rest of the women on this show is infuriatingly hot and stunning bc they cannot for just one moment pipe down with that shit
Almost as though he’s like been, on the low, talking to Cece about Kenny and promised to introduce them as like!???????? A blind date or somethinggghdhe like some kind of setup!??????
And it’s not like Danilo does this and Kenny’s like uhhhhhh, ‘scuse me, tf? Kenny’s literally justlikesjejsjwjsusuebehsh like, okay check this shit, look at Kenny’s fucjinfjdjsd face in that gif, like if he were wearing a suit or a tux, mans would be straightening his little bow tie, all checking himself in the mirror, picking at his teeth, breathing into the palm of his hand, asking bestie Daryl, heygorl, be honest, does this silk cravat make my neck look fat? To which Daryl is like, sorry, what the actual fuck is a silk cravat? Also idk when this became Victorian England where ppl wear silk cravats and it kinda seems like it’s setting that shit up to go somewhere except all we get is what?
A BIG. FAT. NOTHING. BURGERRRRRJDJDJHE
We literally NEVER FUCKING SEE Cece again and Kenny cries weeweewee all the way home in like the next episode, and the rest of the team gets mowed down on another airport tarmac, except sweet bby angels Sal
And Daryl and Walt but as much as I love him, he’s far too much of a glutton for punishment to be considered a sweet bby angel
I mean if blue balls existed, this show would be The Fucking King Kahuna of Blue Ballers. Why??????? I MEAN LOOK AT TBJS WOMANNNNNNNNNN OKAY????????
And as if we weren’t suffering from our blue balls enough already, the show literally pushes us to the ground and pummels us in the metaphorical dick with titanium baseball bats yes more than one by giving us this👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽one and only moment of joy, this👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽 👇🏽 one single, solitary victory
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then they went ahead and straight-up just Game-of-Thrones-Red-Wedding massacred like seventy five percent of the motherfucking cast by like episode 9
Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoool. Fine.
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For @narcosfandomdiscord's Day of Rare Treasures: create a fanwork about a character that only shows up in one (1) season of the show
Warnings: 18+, language
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: The way I already want to write a novel about these two 😂 I have a problem. ANYWAYYYYYY enjoy this little something-something about a lady we deserved for FAR MORE than one episode.
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(rest assured i will come back and add the cece gifs when tumblr starts showing them in the gif search sksksk)
She hadn’t been what anyone was expecting when Danilo said he had a cousin who was willing to help them out. The crew was expecting someone who was more like Danilo himself—quiet, rough around the edges, quick to pull the trigger. But all it took was one look at the loose curls falling around Cecelia’s shoulders and the warm smile on her face to realize that while they might’ve been from the same family tree, they didn’t share all the same personality traits.
Most of the crew didn’t meet her until it was all said and done. Danilo, however, insisted that she at least meet Walt before fully committing to helping them out. It was easy for Danilo to sign himself onto things that might end poorly on Walt’s behalf, but Cece had always had a good head on her shoulders, always had her act together—he wasn’t going to drag her into anything without giving her the option of saying no. So he brought her to meet Walt, and of course wherever Walt went so did Sal. Both of them were on their best behavior when they gave her the pitch, knowing that it could be the make or break thing in getting the ball rolling for their entire plan to work.
The relief he felt when she agreed to help them was enough to get his shoulders to relax, head tilting down for a moment as he smiled and nodded. He knew that at least one thing with this plan was going to go right, especially if Cece had anything to say about it.
Once she agreed, Walt dove right into explaining the entire plan. Cecelia was looking at all their faces as Walt spoke. She kept a close eye on Danilo’s expression—Walt and Sal were too new for her to be confident about reading them, but if Danilo faltered she would be able to tell. They were all aware of the fact that everything had to work out pretty much perfectly, which was hard to come by in their line of work. Cecelia was wizened enough to know that, but she could also tell that even with the potentially longshot stakes they were dealing with, they all seemed confident and committed. That was the best that any of them could hope for at that point.
“I don’t want her alone, though,” Danilo said when the conversation was starting to wind down.
A tiny, knowing smile tugged at the ends of Cecelia’s lips as she cast him a look. “Dani.”
“Cece,” he matched her tone. “Estoy serio.”
She chuckled, nodding. “Sí, sí, puedo ver eso.”
Neither Walt nor Sal spoke up, letting the two of them go back and forth about it. Knowing Danilo, it wasn’t as though their opinions were going to matter all that much anyway. Despite the undertone of severity and warning in Danilo’s tone as he spoke to her, Cecelia’s voice stayed light, easy-going. They had to wonder if she just did that to get under Danilo’s skin, nettle him the way that cousins and siblings always do to each other, or if she just had always been like that despite him.
Finally, she turned to the two of them. “Do you think it’s necessary?”
Sal’s eyebrows rose slightly, immediately turning and looking at Walt. If he could keep himself out of the middle of whatever that mess could turn into, he was going to. Meanwhile, as much as Walt understood Cecelia’s point, he also knew that things for them always seemed to go wrong one way or another. He didn’t want another innocent person getting caught in the middle of it if he could help it.
“Can’t hurt,” he offered up with a shrug.
She chuckled, holding her hands up for a brief moment in surrender. “Okay.”
That was how it ended up being her and Sal sitting in the office together waiting for the phone to ring. She was more of a conversationalist than Danilo was, although admittedly that bar was pretty low. But what could have easily been an awkward afternoon of two people, essentially strangers, being stuck in a tiny room together was anything but that.
“He trusts you,” she said as she rooted around her desk drawers, looking for something Sal couldn’t even try to venture a guess at.
He hadn’t been expecting the statement, not quite processing it. “Hm?”
“My cousin,” she said as she pulled two small bottles of nail polish out of one of the drawers. “He trusts you.”
Sal chuckled and shrugged. “Doesn’t have much of a choice at this point, does he?”
She hummed knowingly, the sound almost coming out like a laugh. “Maybe. But you’re here with me.” She her eyes flicked over to him. “He trusts you.”
Sal smiled and gave a slow nod. “Good to know.”
She shook the bottle of red polish as she spoke. “He told me that if Walt couldn’t be the one here, you were second best.”
He couldn’t help but to laugh at that. “Sounds about right.”
“You two are close?”
“I don’t think anyone but you is close with Danilo.”
She smiled and shook her head as she started to put the red onto her nails. “No. You and Walt.”
His expression shifted, that same look he had a couple days before when Cecelia asked Walt to give a second opinion on what Danilo had said—surprised, a little amused. “Yeah,” he replied with a nod. “Been working together a long time.”
Even though she was looking at her hands, there was still a warm smile on her face at Sal’s answer to her question. “That’s good.”
Their conversation hit a comfortable lull shortly after that. Sal watched her, admittedly a bit bewildered. Perhaps he should’ve known better than to have his assumptions, but he certainly hadn’t expected her to be so at-ease given the situation. The waiting game got to the best of people, even people who spent their entire lives doing the things that Sal and the crew did. But there she was, waiting to help topple an entire drug trafficking organization, painting her goddamn nails. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she started humming a tune or whistling just to cut through the quiet. He couldn’t deny that he found it admirable, the comfort in the face of all of this—must’ve been a Garza thing.
“Can I ask you something?” he posed the question as he watched her blow on her nails.
Carefully placing her hands flat against the top of her desk, she nodded. “Of course.”
Leaning forward, he propped his elbows against his knees. “Is your whole family this relaxed about things like this?”
She hummed in amusement. “Things like this?”
Sal laughed, her unbothered nature manifesting itself differently than Danilo’s, but either way it kept both of them calm. “You remember what we’re doing here, right?”
She nodded as she grabbed the bottle of clear-coat nail polish. “Sí.” She tapped the bottle against her palm. “There’s a reason he asked me to help you instead of anyone else in our family.”
He couldn’t hide the impressed look on his face, a look that Cece was kind enough not to comment on. “Alright.”
As their conversation once more faded into an easy silence, they went back to the waiting game. Sal watched, paying more attention than he realized, as she deftly applied the top coat to her nails. Unbeknownst to them in a completely different building, Rubén Zuno Arce was attempting to call and get through to Miguel Ángel for the umpteenth time.
The phone rang once. Sal’s head snapped to look, expecting Cecelia to reach out and immediately grab the phone. Instead, though, he watched as she calmly dragged the nail polish brush over her nail once, twice more. Another ring. She put the brush back into the bottle. With no shift in her expression at all, she reached and carefully pulled the phone off the receiver and held it up to her ear.
“Hotel Américas, cómo puedo ayudar?”
Sal knew that he should’ve done a better job at keeping a neutral expression, but he couldn’t help it. Like an actor reading off a script in front of her, Cecelia calmly went back and forth with the man on the other end of the line. Except she wasn’t an actor, and there was no script, not really. They’d talked about the general things that she should say to sell it, the big line that she had to be sure to feed him before it was over, but the details were all left up to her.
Sal was trying not to laugh at the easy, extremely convincing tone of her voice as she said, “Ah, Rubén! Hemos estado tratando de localizarlo.”
The moment Sal heard her say that Félix had given her a message to pass on, he found himself moving so that he was sitting on the very edge of his chair. He was still in awe of the way that she didn’t fumble a single word, not even so much as a waver in her voice as she spoke.
“…y los gringos, saben dónde estás.” There it was, the hammer drop, and she did it with the ease of telling someone that their appointment had been rescheduled to a different date. There was a pause, and despite the look of anticipation on Sal’s face, Cecelia simply found herself smiling over at him as she drove the entire conversation home with a simple, “Hola? Bueno?”
Sal knew when Zuno hung up the phone because the smile on Cecelia’s face grew a little wider. Without another word, she simply set the phone back down on the receiver and looked over at Sal. The look on her face didn’t give anything away when she always seemed to have that little bit of a smile playing at her lips. As much as Sal wanted to ask, for whatever reason he just couldn’t get the words out.
She plucked the brush back out of the clear nail polish, intent to finish the few nails she still had left when the phone rang. “So,” she said, no longer looking at Sal, “now we wait, sí?”
He laughed, collapsing back in his chair. “Yeah. Now we wait.”
There was a smirk on her face as she said, “You sound relieved.” Her gaze flickered over to him. “Did you have doubts?”
Sal was still chuckling, mostly to himself at that point, as he shook his head. “Not about you.”
