#better call saul drabble | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

richeeduvie · 29 days ago

Text

ARRESTED HEART SNIPPET

(PROLOGUE) 2.9k words

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

What they would call the devil is a man with a strong nose in a light blue uniform. He sits across two cops in an interrogation room.

“You know, I think it’s time you accept the situation you’re in.”

The stringed light overhead swivels as if a ghost twirls it in boredom. You couldn’t blame a dead soul for being bored in the first place, but it’s most likely they’re limp from the hard-wall silence.

The named devil has not spoken for forty minutes.

“Come on. You…you of all people know how this is gonna end.”

He has smiled closed-lipped at every other question as if each one is a joke that’s not funny enough to laugh at, he has squeaked his body weight onto his chair at every other accusation. In the beginning of this interrogation, he did make it too easy to gun down the two cops’ words with every scratch of his goatee. Their attempts of manipulation that can't possibly work because yes, he of all people knows how this is going to end, meaning he knows all too well how to bring a person to that point, the finale of a confession.

The cops know that, but they’re still on the clock…and to make it personal, this is one of their own. The devil was their friend. The man to play poker with.

“Lalo, we know what you did. This? This is just mandatory–this is us giving you a chance to make this easier for you.”

The younger cop takes to looking at the table.

“For her.”

The devil’s name sits on a small plaque on the desk next to theirs. Everything that used to be has been bloodied. Literally.

They haven’t had the chance to give him unstained clothes, to let him wipe the red off his body.

“Ah. I’ve surrounded myself with the nicest guys, no?”

The two cops breathe out at Lalo’s words. They’re not useful. They’re mocking, but any word is better than none.

“...You used to be a nice guy, Lalo.”

Lalo leans back on the chair, hands on his knees.

“I’m not anymore? That’s too bad, then. What does that mean for me? I should kill myself for how not nice I am now. Or…” Lalo blows a raspberry in what’s obviously false thought. “...Something. Yeah. Something. I’ll go with the latter.”

“No, you know what? It’s easy to see you never were nice–”

The hand of the cop reaches out for the other. Their emotions are not the ones that are supposed to rise to a boil.

“Mike, we can’t just let him sit on his ass for the next hour.”

…No. They can’t. Not if they want to find you.

If there’s anything left to find.

“Yeah, Michael–come on, I know you–and me, we’re both used to the beat cop routine, but you gotta let other guys have a chance at me.”

Mike doesn’t lean forward, he doesn’t sigh. He only tries to think about how to go about this.

How to finally stop failing you – get you out of the hole Lalo Salamanca’s had you in for a year. Right under their noses. God only knows what he’s done to you, and he’s hoping you can find out from you.

Not from an autopsy. Hell, not even from Lalo’s impossible confession. From you.

“You’re not getting out of here. Even if you manage to leave this room, which you won’t, you’re not making it out of the station. There is no point in holding onto where you’ve trapped her.”

There’s a snort from the bastard on the word trapped. Like it’s unbelievable Mike could use that in the first place.

That means something, but he won’t beat at it now. He needs more reaction for the boil to…boil over, but that means something. And he won’t let it show that it does either.

He’ll poke. Pinch, because Lalo has kept you trapped in his house for half of the year, that the crew knows, what he did in the early half to get you in his grasp is something he only wants to know because he has to.

“Lalo.”

…He’s seen the polaroids. He’s seen the room.

“I’ve seen the polaroids. I’ve seen the room.”

So, trapped seems like pretty much the right word to him.

“If you care about her, which, for her sake, I’m gonna pretend like you do, you’d tell us where she is.”

Lalo shifts, arms going up to cross over his chest. He smiles thin.

“What are you doing, man?”

“Telling the truth. We’re gonna pretend that you didn’t just use her for your sick games because this is about us finding her. This is not about getting a confession out of you. This is us giving you a chance but really? We can do this without you. But I’m sure she’d be happy to know that you actually cared about her enough to not let her rot away wherever you put her just because you failed to not get caught. That everything you forced her to do meant…something.”

Lalo’s smile drops.

There it is. Mike pokes, pinches. Rips a hole through the veil.

There’s no way the fucker could believe that whatever he’s done to you is…mutual. Is something along the lines of love, but it’s obvious the idea that people believe what he’s doing to use is, well, torture…that seems to get at Lalo. Why? That doesn’t matter, but if this can make Lalo break, then Mike will keep on it.

“I mean, when we do find her–”

“Okie.” It’s nearly humorous from Lalo’s mouth. Mike blinks.

“...You don’t want her safe, do you?”

Lalo looks away from the wall, eyes readying on Mike’s face, because this means something.

“Trapped. That’s the word you use…so whatever you’ve got yourself thinking about when it comes to me, Michael…nah. You got everything figured out.”

“If you’re willing to let her die because you’re not getting out of here–”

“You got everything figured out. About me, about her, but not you. Cause…” Lalo drags the word everything out on the low end of his throat, scratching his bicep before leaning forward. “Cause you can’t see that I see what you’re doing here.” He points to his chest on the word I. “It’s a better try than whatever the hell rookie’s been doin’ to me, but why would I need to…defend myself? Honestly, Michael. What you think of me, if you believe it’s all fact, then what can I do?”

…The faces Lalo can make when he’s talking, whether it’s for the sake of emphasis, humor, or charm. Mike’s never found it that tolerable.

What can Lalo find tolerable? Bullshit questions and interrogation methods? Yeah, he’s been able to for almost an hour. But just because he says poking at whatever he feels about you is pointless doesn’t mean that it is.

It’s almost childish, really. Mike’s basically going “Yeah, thought not” to Lalo, but if it works, it works.

This could almost make up for letting what Lalo did to you happen.

“I was hoping you’d tell me that she loves you. Or that you love her. That wherever she is, she’s there willingly. If you did defend yourself, or however you put it, I’d take your word. Maybe it’d make the jury go easy on you.”

“...Michael.” Lalo turns to rookie. “Rookie. What I’m gonna do is shut up and wait. I suggest you guys go ahead and do that too.”

Mike sighs. He makes sure he does.

“Wait for what? A lawyer? It’s the fact you won’t even deny it, Lalo. What is she gonna have waiting for us when we find her? Will she even deny it? What happened to her, I mean.”

Mike can hear Lalo patting his hand on his thigh. The bastard’s only looking up.

“I don’t think she’ll do you that solid, even. A year isn’t enough to fully break her down. But maybe you don’t need everyone else to be convinced that what you did to her–sorry, had with her is something that isn’t, well, entrapment. Kidnapping.” Mike looks to the wall behind Lalo. “Sexual torture. And so on. Feel free to add anything else. It’s a “as long as I know who I am”, maybe?”

Mike tilts his head to one side quickly, as if letting the purposeful thought fall against his skull.

“Or maybe you just don’t care that we and everyone else knows how awful of a monster you were to her. That makes sense too.”

Pat, pat, pat, pat.

“Mike…I gotta use the bathroom.”

“Use it, Rookie. This ain’t daycare, you don’t gotta ask.”

“Go.”

The younger cop gets up from his screeching chair. Mike doesn’t breathe out.

He just looks to the scratches and bite marks on Lalo’s arms.

This motherfucker thinks nothing of what he’s done. And Mike wishes that he didn’t feel the need to spite, to see Lalo fumble that smirk off his face and those noises out of his throat, but he’s never been perfect–even when it came to the job.

“Would you at least tell us if we’re looking for her or a corpse?”

The patting stops. Mike doesn’t hear the younger cop open the door.

There it is.

“What? You didn’t think that after everything we found out that we still wouldn’t dare think that you’d stoop to offing her the minute you find out we’re coming to take her away? No, maybe I shouldn’t be thinking you as possessive, I know you. There would be none of that “if I can’t have her, no one can” bullcrap. Getting rid of her probably wasn’t anything more than a disappointing chore, but it meant starting over, maybe. That on the off chance you get out of here, there’s room for another poor young woman to rape and hold hostage.”

He doesn’t even know what he’s meaning to do with what he’s saying, other than making, as he thought, Lalo fumble…but still, it’s like he can tell that the accusations of this girl, this girl he’s kept away being something lesser to Lalo is something Lalo can’t handle.

And if it’s the only thing Lalo can’t handle, if it’s the only thing he's showing true reaction to, then maybe the accusations aren’t true.

Mike doesn’t know where to begin with that.

“Michael.”

“Yeah?”

Lalo lowers his head back down. Mike stares into the black of his eyes.

“You don’t know me. That’s the whole reason why it took you so long to find out just what was going on. You don’t know…nothing.”

“You’re not denying it’s her body we’re gonna find by the end of the night. You’re making to easy to assume what’s probably the truth, that you threw her away the minute she wasn’t going to be useful–””

Mike doesn’t move at Lalo slamming his hand on the table. It echoes, he thinks. “Domingo, put your gun away. Go take your shit.”

“Mike–”

“You don’t know what she’s asked of me.” Lalo doesn’t blink with his eyes wide and tense, everything slightly wrinkled on his face curling with the furrow of his brows and mouth. His tabled arm bends. “You don’t know what I’ve given her.”

“No. I don’t, so tell me. It’s obvious the corpse talk gets you riled, is it because it’s bull? Or that it’s true but still, you’re offended that I’m accusing you of the crime anyway.”

Lalo leans back, eyes still on Mike like he’ll burn a hole through him, but he smiles anyway.

No. He only smiles once he’s played with his ring for a bit.

“You’re gonna find her, right? So…you don’t gotta ask me anything about her. You really…you–” Lalo presses his thumb over his ring to the point where Mike thinks he could break his finger.

“You don’t need to be thinking about her as much as you’re doing right now. Okay? You? Thinking about her as a corpse? You’re, what do I say? You’re one sick puppy, man.”

“...Lalo–”

“Why would I go ahead and do that to myself?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think of little Kaylee as a corpse?”

Mike feels his arms heavy at that.

It’s a nice try. It’s easy to go for. And that’s the type of man he is now. Always was.

“Sorry, Michael. I’m not asking that to hurt you, I’m not that kind of guy. Just…you don’t, right?”

Mike doesn’t speak.

“Yeah. So why would I think of her as a corpse? Let alone…you know.”

…He can’t even say it.

“You should be smart enough to put what’s got your heart all hard on me aside, partner. If you did, you’d realize that I wouldn’t do that.” Lalo sniffs. “Put her in a place where I can’t reach her.”

Mike stares, only barely glances at Domingo still standing.

“Lalo, you’re never gonna be able to reach her again.”

Mike and Domingo both wait on a reaction. Anything that isn’t Lalo’s dead stare.

They wait for a minute. Then two.

Just until he begins spinning the ring again.

“This is gonna be over soon.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

He’s not looking at Mike as he spins, like he’s…soothing himself.

“It means what I say. Gonna be over before we all know it.” He looks to the wall. “Didn’t mean to waste my guys’ time like this. You know how much I put myself out for this crew.”

This bastard of a fellow cop. This monster of a man.

“...You think she’s gonna keep your name safe on the stand?”

Lalo licks his bottom lip with a heavy sigh. Mike can see that pushing him is putting that in tense territory, and that’s where they need to be right now.

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“It means that even if you’ve broken her to the point of Stockholm syndrome, she’s gonna tell the truth about what happened to her. Alright, you care about her enough. You’ve talked against your best interest to tell me that, so I believe you, but I’m not gonna believe this is some romance story for her too.”

Mike can’t know what Lalo’s smile means at that, but he continues to push.

“Is it important to you that she cares about you just as much as you care for her? I’m betting not.”

“...Mm. What time is it?”

“Domingo, what time is it?”

“...Is he allowed to know th–”

“Molina.”

Domingo checks his watch.

“1:45.”

Mike can’t know exactly what Lalo’s smiles mean, and he can’t exactly know what it means when they drop like his does now.

“Really?” Lalo straightens his back out. “You sure?”

“...Yeah.”

“Something you’re waiting on?”

There’s nothing from the man across from him, because he is waiting on something–he can’t make mocking and spiteful, arrogant humor a priority when he’s waiting on something.

Something that’s already supposed to be here, maybe, based on the way Lalo’s eyes get restless. The way he fully straightens out to squeeze his knees.

“You’re never gonna reach her again–”

Everything’s a blur once Mike’s words are broken. He didn’t think Lalo would ever break, at least not this quickly.

But there’s no doubt that he’s boiled over without the two other cops in the room knowing, or maybe, whatever he’s waiting for had him riled up so quickly, that his anger has boiled so fast that Mike’s words were just a knob to the flame.

Either way, there’s a table being flipped before he can reach his gun. Or move out of the way.

Lalo moves to the corner, all the white-knuckle obvious, in a way that’s never been Lalo.

“You don’t know!” Somehow his words are spit out and a whisper at the same time. Mike groans as he rises slowly. “You don’t know. You don’t know. You don’t know.”

Mike gestures to Domingo to lower his gun.

“What don’t we know?”

…Lalo isn’t being cornered, but he’s putting himself in the corner as if he is, like there’s more to it in his sick mind.

He drags himself down, bent at his knees as he brings his knuckle to his mouth.

The ring pressing against his lips and teeth.

“We were waiting…we’re gonna keep waiting.”

“For what, Lalo?

“For her.”

Mike turns to the soft voice of Domingo. The stupidity, the nerves of his face and voice gone. He looks back to Lalo to see there’s no reaction to the words.

But he’s right. It’s the truth. He’s been waiting for you.

“You’re not keeping her anywhere, are you? That’s why you’re not telling us? Cause she’ll be okay? She’ll come here? Unless she decides to not–”

“Krazy. Shut. Up.”

He’s been passing time with interrogation.

But you’re not here, and maybe it’s that that has Lalo Salamanca pressed small in the corner of the room, soothing himself with the routine of spinning a ring.

Whatever has been done to you, it’s you that has Lalo Salamanca like this, and it’s no longer just the question of what he’s done to you, it’s what you’ve done to him.

“You said you saw the photos?”

Mike rubs his back. “Yeah.”

“...Mind if I have one?”

Lalo curls his ringless hand into a fist. Then uncurls. Then curls.

But with either question, maybe this is just what happens when the devil falls in love.

“I mean, come on, guys. They are mine.”

No. Mike, even in the end, believes naming whatever’s been done to you as something of the devil is cowardly. That it’s what makes humanity cowardly. That thinking Lalo Salamanca to be the devil because of what he’s done is nothing but denial that the people around you can do what he’s done.

"She is something, isn't she? Come on, I can't be mad that you noticed."

It’s never the devil, it’s always the man you play cards with.

#inbox #hc's #drabble #madman!au #lalo salamanca x reader #better call saul fanfic #madman!reader #lalo salamanca #bcs #lalo salamanca fic #better call saul #this is merely a work of fiction #fuck cops irl all the way

68 notes · View notes

bizarrebaby · 9 months ago

Text

Backstitch | Nacho Varga/Reader

Pairing: Nacho/Reader Warnings: none. its a little spicy. Summary: Nacho is helping you learn how to sew.

“You’ve got the bobbin the wrong way around,” Nacho remarks evenly, having to suppress the urge to just quickly put it right for you. You’re supposed to be learning.

“It matters?” You mutter, taking it out from the bed of the machine and turning it around. You pout when you concentrate— it’s cute.

“Yes it matters, chiquita. Direction is everything in sewing.” Anyone else might not be able to see the subtle smile playing on his lips. You smile back.

“Sorry— I must not be a very good student, huh?”

“Nah,” he scoffs, “you’re quick. Pretty soon you won’t need me anymore…. And even if you weren’t, I don’t mind,” he hums with a quick kiss to your temple. “It’s nice, you know? Having someone to teach this to.”

Nacho takes a lot of pride in the skill he has with his hands. You know that all too well. But he can really talk to cartel guys about fucking sewing. He’s been getting shit about that since he was a kid.

“You think if things had been a little different… if you’d never been a part of the game. You would’ve wanted to take over the family business?” He mulls it over, like he’s done lots of times before.

“Whether I wanted to or not— it’s what I would’ve done. It’s what you do, as a son. I dunno.”

“Well, if we still met in that world, I would’ve been happy to do it with you. Not that I’d be any good at leatherwork— I can barely handle linen,” you snort, laying another set of sewn squares onto your little pile of imperfect puzzle pieces. Ignacio stares at you for what feels like forever, and not long enough at all.

“You got a good eye, though. You know colors,” he says a little lamely, quick to speak up again when you start to laugh. “I mean it! What was that color you said my shirt was the other day?”

“Prussian blue,” you say with your teeth showing through your smile.

“See? I don’t know shit like that… you would’ve been great. Would’ve made my papà so proud.” You take your foot off of the pedal of the machine, turning to kiss him. He meets you, suddenly open mouthed and hungry after a few moments against your lips. You push him to lie back on the couch.

Nacho smiles, sparks in his eyes and running through his hands as he moves them over your body. “Ai— what about your quilt?”

“We live in fucking New Mexico. The quilt can wait.”

#writing #drabble #better call saul #nacho varga #ignacio varga #nacho varga x reader

107 notes · View notes

depressopax · 1 year ago

Text

The first - Part 1

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Pairing: Multiple characters x gender-neutral reader (Nacho, Jesse, Kim, Jimmy, Mike, Howard) Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, one-shots Warning(s): Mentions of sexual tension, weed and alcohol. Cuss words Words: 1.5k Summary: The first kiss with the BrBa/BCS characters English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 »» AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ««

The first kiss

Nacho

You and Nacho had been friends for quite a while during this time. One day, you were chilling in his house and talking and it kinda just happened. Having a complicated life, Nacho was scared to drag you - one of the people he cares about mostly - into it. But the sexual tension between the two of you reached a tipping point when you got into the topic of relationships.

“If things were easier, maybe I’d actually have time to find love” Nacho sighed.

“You deserve to be happy, Nacho.”

“I am. With you.” He realized how it sounded and shook his head. “...Nevermind.”

But you’d heard enough to know you were not crazy. He liked you, too. Without another word, you pressed your lips against his. At first, he responded but soon pulled back.

“We shouldn’t.”

“I know.”

Silence fell, and after a moment, you stood up, walking to the door before you felt Nacho grab your arm. Before given the chance to react - he spinned you around and pulled you into a kiss. With his palm cupping your face, he kissed you in a way no one had done before. It was passionate and needy. Afterwards, he held onto you, breathing hot air at you whilst your foreheads pressed against each other.

“Stay.”

You nodded.

“I’m not going anywhere”

Jesse

Jesse invited you to one of his parties and since you liked him, you decided to go. Little did you know, he felt the same… Opening the door to the house, you were hit by loud music, loud voices and the smell of alcohol, sweat and weed. At least 20 people in the living room vibing to the music whilst getting drunk and high. You felt a bit disoriented entering the place, directly scanning the place for Jesse. You found him sitting in the living room together with the friends Skinny Pete and Badger. When seeing you he smiled and greeted you.

“Yo! I’m glad you made it here.” After hugging you he dragged you along to the kitchen. “Something to drink?”

“Yes please!” After handing you a beer, the two of you sat down next to Jesse’s friends and talked. They kept glancing at the two of you and grinning, like they knew something you didn’t.

“Man… You’re so down bad for them, Jesse.” Badger mumbled whilst smoking his joint. Jesse looked like he wanted to murder his best friend on the spot, whilst Pete just laughed. So that’s what they were grinning about…

“Is that right, Jesse?”

“I…” He stuttered an explanation, but none was needed.

“Maybe I like you too?”

“If you’re playing with me right now…”

“Jesse.” You said firmly. “I mean it.”

After that, Jesse basically grabbed your hand and walked out of the house, with his friends whistling and laughing at the scene.

“Sorry ‘bout them. They’re such damn jerks.” Jesse muttered and looked at the night sky, his face turned away from you to hide the blush.

“You like me.”

“And you like me, too?”

“Yea.”

“Perfect.”

Without realizing it, the two of you had moved closer to each other. When he leaned down, you didn’t hesitate. It was like you could taste the smoke on his soft lips as you kissed. It was intoxicating. Afterwards, you both looked at the sky.

“We should have done that a long time ago.”

“Yea”

Kim

Kim was overworking herself - as usual. And being her worried friend, you couldn’t stand the sight of it. During her lunch break, you went to her office at HHM only to find her buried in paperwork.

“Kim, for fuck sake…”

She barely noticed your presence so you had to walk up to her and tap her shoulder.

“Hey…” she said absent-mindedly.

“Kim…”

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry”

“You’ve said that for days, Kim.”

“Yea? Well why don’t you-” realizing she was about to snap at you, she went quiet really fast and looked at you in shame “I’m sorry.”

After some convincing, she finally agreed to leave the office and let you buy her a coffee. Seeing her holding the warm paper cup containing cappuccino melted your heart. She looked so calm, for once.

“I’m worried for you.”

“That’s sweet of you… But really, I’m fine.”

You were not satisfied with the reply, and she noticed that - since you had stopped walking.

“Hey… What’s the matter?” she said softly and threw the empty cup in a near bin before standing before you.

“I care about you, Kim. I don’t want you burned out…”

She stroked your cheek, and you could no longer hold back the feelings you harbored. When you kissed her, she didn’t pull back. Rather, she pulled you closer to her.

“Will you stop nagging if I take the afternoon off?” You could only nod in reply, still in shock after the kiss.

Jimmy

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Hmmm? What?” you looked at Jimmy, who drove the car. “Yea, of course. You told me about some clients.”

“...If I bore you out that badly, just tell me, sugar.” he muttered before parking the car.

“You don’t bore me, Jimmy.”

“Sure seems like it.”

He left the car and you had to run after him.

“Look, I’m sorry… It’s just, I’m worried, I guess.”

“Worried? Why?”

“You should hear yourself sometimes, Jimmy.” You hissed. “You’re dealing with some dangerous people. And you always put yourself in shit situations!”

“I got this! Ok?!”

“Yea, sure you do. Sure.”

He rolled his eyes and continued walking.

“Why do you even care?” he grumbled. You had to bite your tongue to not say anything stupid. Because what could you even say? “...And you’re back to ignoring me. Thank you, sweetie.”

“Because I just care, ok?” Tears burned in your eyes, and now he noticed.

“Hey… Sweetheart-” he sighed, seeming uncomfortable with your emotions. “I’m sorry, ok?”

He squeezed your shoulder.

After a minute of awkward silence, he tried lightening the mood with saying:

“You got a lil crush on good ol’ Jimmy, eh?” Your reaction told him everything. “You do??” he chuckled.

“...Idiot.”

“Your idiot.” he murmured before stepping closer - he tilted your head up and forced you to look at him.

“I knew you got the hots for me, sugar. Don’t worry. I feel the same.”

And then he kissed you. At first, you wanted to pull away. You were still angry at him - after all.

But it’s hard to be mad at someone that kisses you like that.

And the way he smiled against your lips - Oh god…

Mike

You had just found out about Mike’s work, and just what he does for his boss Gus Fring. And you were not happy. Saying “you needed to think”, you rushed out from his place.

“Can you at least let me explain?” Mike hissed, following you - one step behind.

“Mike…”

“Please.” Something in his voice had changed. It went from the usually calm but firm tone - to a pleading one. It caught you off guard and you turned around to look at him. He seemed stressed.

“What?” you muttered.

“Please, let me explain.”

And seeing how desperate he seemed, you couldn’t say no. So you listened to him, letting him tell you about his career and why he did it.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Why would I?” he scoffed, but quickly realised how harsh it sounded. Before you had a chance to leave again, he grabbed your hand.

“Because I care about you. I’m not pulling you into my bullshit.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his next words…

“I can’t lose you. Please.”

And then…

He kissed you. Just like that. And how could you pull away, when you’d been dreaming of this moment for so long?

The kiss said more than thousands of words.

Everything made sense now.

Howard

You had known Howard for quite a while and he invited you out for lunch during one of his breaks.

“Over here!” you saw him sitting by a two-person table at the restaurant, waving at you with a big smile. You joined him.

“Jeez, Howard! This place looks… Expensive!”

“Only the best lunch restaurant in town!” He said cheerfully, but you could sense some sort of… Nervousness? In his voice. “Tell me about your day!”

“Well uhm… It was-” He looked at you intensely. It was both cute but a bit weird. “...Are you ok?”

“Of course!”

After lunch - which he insisted on paying - you tagged along when he walked back to HHM and his office. Before saying goodbye, he stopped you.

“Wait! I actually need to talk to you.”

“Alright… Shoot.”

“I…” he gathered his thoughts and cleared his throat before continuing - or at least trying to. “I kinda… Y’know…”

You couldn’t help but smile. The blush said everything.

“Howard…” you cooed, and then leaned in and kissed him. He was startled, but then kissed you back and sighed in relief at you initiating this.

“Was that what you were trying to say?”

“Y-yea…”

“Well… I definitely feel the same.”

AHSHSHS this is prob one of my cheesiest one-shots yet- HOPE Y'ALL LIKED IT EITHER WAYS <3 Next part will be "First date". If you like this concept like, comment or reblog! Would mean a lot. :) MWAHHH

268 notes · View notes

magnoliamaryjane · 2 months ago

Text

overtime

a drabble

pairing: Gus Fring x reader

premise: Gus makes you stay at Los Pollos Hermanos after closing.

------------------------------------

"can you come over here for a moment?"

taking a deep breath, you approach mr. fring. he gestures to the counter. sighing inwardly, you clean it again. oh, maybe this is payback for fumbling that customer's order.

it's annoying that you have to work overtime. but knowing him, you will be compensated. besides, given your boss' perfectionism, your clumsiness should have gotten you fired long ago. he's nice like that. but you have to admit… something's off with him. like he's an extraterrestrial pretending to be human?

chuckling, you finally finish scrubbing. that's when you noticed.

mr. fring is standing behind you, seemingly watching.

#breaking bad #gus fring x reader #gus fring #better call saul x reader #breaking bad x reader #drabble #x reader #fanfic #giancarlo esposito #gustavo fring

21 notes · View notes

mysticalmallard · 1 year ago

Text

I'm feeling in a creative mood today, so send in drabble requests to my ask box.

This Drabble request event now closed sorry 😞

Please include

-a location

- a sentence you want me to include

a mood:

- Angst - Fluff - Smut - Random

A character from any of these fandoms:

- Call of Duty - Sons of Anarchy - Breaking Bad - Better calls Saul - The Vampire Diaries - Twilight -

And if you want the relationship to the character to be platonic or romantic.

And anything else you want included but keep in mind a drabble is normally 3 short paragraphs

Example:

•○•○•○•

Hello 🦆,

Can I request a platonic fluffy drabble with Juice from Sons of Anarchy set in his apartment using the sentence

"you are my favourite person but you are also a moron"

•○•○•○•

(I used colors to show the different info I'll need you don't need to do this)

You must repost after I complete your request if you would like to make another one

I'll only be taking in the requests for 24 hours, so be quick

Drabble request event now closed

#sons of anarchy #samcro #better call saul #breaking bad #twilight #the vampire diaries #the Originals #call of duty #call of duty drabble #breaking bad drabble #twilight drabble #the vampire diaries drabble #the Originals drabble #sons of anarchy drabble #drabble requests #requests open

3 notes · View notes

onlyalittlebookworm · 1 year ago

Text

i know it’s over (still i cling)

Saul after the breakup.

Read on AO3.

#my writing #better call saul #bcs fic #jimmy mcgill #drabble

4 notes · View notes

varganardi · 1 year ago

Text

Drabble [Nacho reading Laura's poetry] Laura: Ya like it?? Nacho, not understanding a word but trying to be a supportive bf: Yes, it's amazing! Laura: So... What do you think it's about...? Nacho: ...Like, winter depression? Laura: Kinda! You didn't understand a word of it, did ya? Nacho: ...No

3 notes · View notes

samcrosfaith · 11 months ago

Text

Most people voted for yes, which means I'm giving it a try! Kinda nervous now 😅. If you have a request, SOA and BCS/BrBa fandom only, leave it in my ask box and if you have specific wishes (look/name/storyline/etc for the character) just let me know. I'm a bit busy at the moment and want to finish three of my fanfics first before I start working on the requests, so it can take a while before they get published. Also, let me know if you want it to be a drabble (100 words) or a one shot (between 500 and 2000 words). 🤎☀️

and if so, and this is a question for the people taking requests, do you make an extra post for that so people can leave their requests or do you use the 'ask me anything' button? I haven't quite figured Tumblr out yet. 😅

Btw, if you have a request already, leave it here or message me/ask me anything button. 🥰

#sons of anarchy #better call saul #drabble #soa drabble #better call saul drabble #sons of anarchy fanfiction #soa #bcs

8 notes · View notes

richeeduvie · 1 year ago

Note

Lalo being horny and fucking obsessed with Princesa 😍🥰

Rounds

NSFW DRABBLE: 18PLUS - Smut, breeding kink, descriptions of cum and blood. feet stuff? Accidently hurt!Reader. Princesa cries and Lalo's horny about it, and also guilty. What a mix.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

You were drunk before you were out of it. With how Lalo fucks you deep.

Sleepy in how unsober you were.

"I can't wait for you to go fully grey. Don't tell me I said that when I'm not drunk."

He didn't do much with humor as you stumbled and mumbled in words, but you weren't going to be the one to notice how...heavily Lalo took to staring at you in the dark and silence. How much he would blame you for how you moved your hips on his lap. But you really were trying to find a good way to sleep on him.

You think, if he keeps fucking you, you'll fall asleep with his cock inside you. You don't think he'll stop stretching you out, making you leak.

It's wet, fast sounds of his balls slamming into you. Everything's messy. Maybe you'd be worried about the mess if you weren't whimpering, head thrown back. If he could just keep fucking you like this forever.

No, making love. Lalo finds it cute when you call it making love, if you're brave enough to refer to sex when you're not having it - even when his fingers are digging into you.

It's the third, or fourteenth position you've been in. You don't know, but you're sure you were kneeling at some point, your face is sticky with dried cum. But so is your stomach, so you'll just assume you've been fucked into nothing for the past hour or so.

Lalo's done with the dirty talk, the degradation you think. At least for now, he's keeping to heavy, even breathing with the sweat of his forehead pressed to yours.

You breathe your whimpers into Lalo, legs crossed and drawn up to your stomach as he leans over. It's a sharp pain along your neck with how his thumb presses in the jab of the throat. And the nape. But it feels beautiful. You're full again and again with how he fucks himself into you, his cock stretching you out with every quick, impossible thrust.

"There's nowhere you can go. Nowhere you can go."

Lalo's hips move into you, pressing his palm flat over your stomach.

Right where he wants to be. His little whore can just stay in this bed for the rest of her life. She don't need anything else. You're simple like that. His simple, perfect Princesa.

He's gonna fuck little Salamanca into you, make nowhere to go something even more true.

It's like he's saying to himself as his thumb runs over your belly button.

"Lalo."

Your toes curl and you clench down on Lalo's cock as he lifts himself from the lean over. He uncrosses your legs from your stomach, drawing them up to place your feet on his chest. Your knees are bent together, the way his cock feels inside you hits your used insides softer, but longer in the stroke.

He just needs more of this, more of Princesa. More of Princesa. More bebés to put inside of you so you don't go anywhere. But you wouldn't, you love him too much. You love him too much that you can't even say it - his shy whore of a woman he fucks.

More of Princesa.

Lalo's palm engulfs your knee, pushing your thighs into your stomach and breasts as his another hand comes up to his lips. He licks his thumb, your eyes only widen in only just realizing the shiny and white, thick coat of his seed comes to his tongue.

"I don't know how you drink that down, Princesa."

Lalo tilts his head back when you squeeze around his cock.

"You just like it so much, huh? Could drink it all day."

He wipes your cheek and presses his thumb to your lips. You suck, he coos. Your body jerks with a whining keen, but it's impossible to move with how he has your body against his. His thrusts slip in and out of you at a brutal pace that kills every thought that isn't how much you need this - how much of that little whore you are. You'll be every name in the book if it means Lalo will let you suck his thumb with his cock stretching you out.

It's a salty, warm taste on your tongue as you suck mindlessly. You feel something like that on the other end. A wet, warm tongue harsh on your toes.

Your heart, your body feels like a stupid-worn smile. But you do smile dazily. Stupidly - with every breath coming louder. One hot, big hand holds your knee, the other on your ankle before he stuffs your mouth with his thumb again. He sucks on your foot with his cock growing thicker inside you, every thrust in the deepest, wettest parts of your body.

More.

This is just where you belong, stretched and fucked out on Lalo's cock as he takes care of you. He's taking care of you. He's the handsomest man and he's so warm, his cock feels so good on your insides that you clench as tight as you think you can. You moan, whimper it out with the bite of your lip. More. Lalo's taking care of you. His tongue, his cock, his hands - it feels perfect in the heat of your body.

Your thigh tremble, the heat inside you boils low. Your body is begging for his cum again. And it will again when he spurts inside of you.

But then...even in how out of it you are with a dazy-stupid smile, Lalo's teeth becomes the thumb and finger bruising your neck. It's a focused sucking. There's no tease.

But something familiar comes with how he unfurls - how Lalo fucks you harder, pulling out and thrusting back in, the sounds filthy as he slams into you fast, sharp, but full pain at the hilt of your pussy. You moan long and low and press your thighs further into your stomach and breasts for when you cum on Lalo.

You bite down, whimpering.

Lalo bites down too and at first, it's not enough to get you sober. It's more of something to make your head roll and feel small, his submissive nothing of a person. His person. You can't be anything else.

But he's fucking your through his orgasm, hot and cum spurting into you as his teeth come down on your toes harsher - longer. No air in his mouth, just a wet bite.

Filling up your belly. More. Fucking whore. Perfect Princesa.

You're in need, in survival sorts of an aftermath for him to kiss you.

"Lal-"

But Lalo bites down.

"Ow!"

Even with you pulling your foot away in pain, it's like that strikes something in Lalo - you don't know what, it's just your foot.

...Your bleeding foot he can't let go of. He pulls you to his body, pressing you into his softening cock with aggression. Not knowing, you don't think? But you don't think.

You were taken care of and now...you're bleeding. It hurts.

Why did he do that?

"Lalo. It hurts."

You watch as Lalo blinks himself open. He stares at the red, the broken skin that stings. It hurts. You watch through this blurriness before you realize it's hot tears.

"Lalo."

"...Princesa. What did you do?"

...What?

"What?"

"...You were too pretty tonight, sweet girl. Your guy's sorry - what did I do to your poor little toes?"

You flinch at the sting when Lalo tries to manage the small, bleeding wound on your foot. It's sore. And he bit you.

"Lalo, why'd you do that?"

"I just-" You wipe your eyes, tears coming quicker. "Princesa, I didn't mean to hurt you. Don't stain your cheeks, I'll take care of you...I got like you for a second. I'm just stronger, hm?"

Lalo doesn't know he's like a shark to her blood, he doesn't know that goes up against the way his guilt sits hot in his chest - in the pit of his body. He didn't hurt you. He means...he did, but he was just too all over your pretty toes. He got caught up. The guy is sure he's allowed to be a fool sometimes.

That doesn't stop him from breathing hard when you try to leave him. Leave him hurt, where he can't take care of what he did to you.

"I have to clean it-"

"I'll clean it. I'll take care of you. I..."

Lalo holds your ankle up against his chest. You swallow in pain and in the silence. When he puts his forehead to your foot, something like being in thought. The hold on your ankle grows tighter.

"You know I didn't mean to hurt you. I wouldn't make you bleed on me unless you asked, Princesa."

"But you did."

Lalo looks up with a quick lift of his head.

His eyes are still, black - but something somehow shifts. It makes you cold in the wet, messy heat.

Lalo, after a long bit of nothing, crosses your calves on your stomach. Your knee presses into your breast as he leans over. You turn your head as he threads his hand on the side of your scalp.

You mm, something like a whine. Pathetic and tired, a half-sort of fight with your arm bent to curl your fist on his pec. Lalo holds you elbow.

"I'll take care of it, sweet girl."

You cry a bit more, eyes small with your lips thin.

You want him to, you want to give in so badly, but it hurts and it's because he got too caught up.

You can't cry without Lalo forcing you to look at him. He leans further, forehead on yours.

"You know I'll take care of my mess. You can stay mad at me all you like - but I'll clean it up, I'll...I'll get you soft."

You mm a denial when he tries to push his thumb past your lips, but he does it anyway. You think he groans something harsh out when your head moves back and forth to miss his finger. But Lalo presses his thumb a shush. It's so wrongfully...

Or rightfully, deservedly soothing. You're not sober enough to be insecure.

"I can't have you denying me, even if I'm being a bastard. But look, you're already feeling better."

Lalo rubs his hand over your hair. Sleepily, you hate to say you are. But then he's whispering things at your ear, his soft cock still inside you with the sting and smell of cold metal fading.

The dried red on his mustache in the morning is enough of a sign that he's taken of you, whether you know it or not.

#inbox #hc's #drabble #madman!au #lalo salamanca x reader #better call saul fanfic

300 notes · View notes

depressopax · 1 year ago

Note

Hi!!! if it's okay (and if your request is still open) I was wondering if I could request a fluff scenario for Jimmy McGill? :D where he gets all soft and loving sjdjdj can be both sfw and nsfw ... thank you !! ♡

Thank you for the request!!! <3 Been meaning to write about Jimmy for quite a while, so this was the perfect sign to do it lmaooo I was gonna do a NSFW too but realized that the SFW version was at 1K word already 💀 Will do a part 2 tho! Oh well, enjoy these cheesy Jimmy headcanons 🥹🫶

Jimmy McGill relationships headcanons

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Jimmy x gn!reader || SFW HC's

Pairing: Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman x gender-neutral reader Genre: Fluff, headcanons Warning(s): None that I can think off?? Cuss words maybe, slightly angsty Jimmy lol. Reader is gender-neutral and referred to as "partner" and gn!pet-names. Words: 1.1K Summary: Being in a relationship with Jimmy McGill would include... English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request || NSFW version ||

Jimmy is not good at figuring out his feelings.

That’s why it took him a while to realize he’d fallen in love with you.

It’d take some time for him to accept what he’s feeling though.

Homeboy would be in denial at first. He’s scared to fall in love with someone, in fear of commitment and getting hurt etc…

But he’d show interest in other ways, without realizing it himself.

We’re talking about cheesy stuff: - Always looking good (and that’s not so difficult, HE GORGEOUSSSSS 👀) - Trying to impress you with his knowledge about things - Making sure to say something funny and make others laugh when you’re around, to let you know how funny and amazing he is lol - Compliments and teasing

Noticing his attempt, you straight up ask him about it. “...Do you like me, Jimmy?” “What?? I-” … “Yes. I do.”

Once it’s said and done, he eventually asks you out on a date.

Listen… Jimmy may be overconfident, especially when it comes to his seduction skills

However, there’s something about you that makes him nervous.

What you think about him and how he comes across matters to him.

That’s why he plans a date weeks ahead, trying to make everything perfect

He tries figuring out what you like and dislike so he can use that to make a good impression.

He takes you out to some fancy restaurant (RIP early season Jimmy’s wallet 😭)

The date goes well and he is very smug with his effort.

After a few dates, Jimmy realizes he’s fallen for you.

At first he tries to hide it. He doesn’t want to come across as “desperate” or “needy”.

But then again… He’s not good at hiding his true feelings.

Luckily, you feel the same and eventually you become a couple for real.

He was the first one to say “I love you”, and did so without realizing it.

You were leaving for work or something and he just goes: “Bye, love ya!” Completely flustered when he heard what he just said.

When you say it back, he feels a wave of relief.

After that, he makes sure to say ILY as often as he can.

He won’t shut up about you. Like ever.

“So then my partner said…” “My partner brought me this shirt!” “I’m taking my babe out on a date tonight” And everyone else will eventually be like: 😐”Shut up”😐

He’ll refer to you as his spouse/wife/husband, watching everyone confused “You’re married?” “I will be soon” 🤭

Jimmy’s a sucker for cute pet names. And yeah, some of them are probably “cringe” but that won’t stop him

Baby, Boo, Sugar, Sweetie, Hot stuff, Doll, Kitten (😭)

He loves it when you wear his shirts. Especially as lounge clothing or when sleeping.

Jimmy also finds matching outfits adorable.

Would probably take you shopping for either suits/blazers or just hoodies that you can match.

He also buys matching jewelry, towels, morning robes etc etc… He’s one of those guys 😭

He has a picture of you standing on the desk in his office, as a way to carry the sweetheart with him all the time.

…And also to brag about you to anyone that enters his office (but he puts the picture away when dealing with some of his unpredictable clients, homeboy is overprotective)

Speaking of being overprotective: He deals with a lot of shady people, so he’s very careful with who he chooses to trust when it comes to talking his love to you.

He prioritizes your safety over anything else.

Ofc he’s scared for his own safety too, but pretty much puts it aside to make sure you’re safe first off.

If danger comes up, he’d make sure to find somewhere safe for you to stay whilst he deals with it.

He would go so far as hiring a bodyguard for you tbh.

Being with him might be a struggle too

Homeboy is a bit unpredictable and impulsive

Doing stupid things is his speciality- 😭

No but literally, you’ll sometimes have to stop him from acting out on his weird revenge ideas or stuff that could get him into trouble.

“I was just gonna-” “No.” “But…” “Jimmy, no.”

Sometimes you succeed, sometimes you don’t. But you love him either ways. <3

He also likes talking shit about people with you *cough* probably Howard *cough* - sure, a bit rude - but he finds it hilarious lol

Lot of in-jokes between you and him

Jimmy is a daydreamer and is easily distracted

Especially by you.

He sometimes gets stuck thinking about you when doing boring work.

Until Francesca tells him to pull himself together lmao

Jimmy spends all possible time together with you.

He is ambitious and serious about work, but after you and him became a couple his priorities changed.

He finds time to spend with you. Last thing he wants is for you to feel like he cares more about work than he does for you.

If you’re adventurous and like being outdoors, he does too.

But honestly? He prefers cuddling at home and watching movies with you.

He is not a good chef, so he buys a lot of food from restaurants and brings it home if you’ve had a long day at work.

He makes sure to be a romantic bastard too.

Candlelit dinners, taking baths together, picnics… You name it. He loves spoiling you.

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but hear me out… Home-spa dates 👀

He did use to have his office at a nail salon, so he knows his way around those things

If you allow him to, he likes painting your nails - with him choosing the color

Like I said, Jimmy enjoys cuddling you.

He has a lot of feelings, traumas etc pent up, which he dares to let out around you.

He has learnt that he can be vulnerable with you and not get judged, which he appreciates.

That’s why he loves coming home to you after a long day and simply resting in your arms.

He prefers being the little spoon - to feel protected and loved by you. <3

To summarize: It might take him a while to put the pieces together and actually confess his feelings for you - but once he does he spends every day letting you know how much you mean to him.

I just remembered why I love Jimmy sm AHHH he deserves love and happiness <3<3 Part 2 soon!

177 notes · View notes

bettercallroasty · 2 years ago

Text

Someone suggested I try writing since I rp alot and

It's kinda hard but

I wrote something short for Jimmy's birthday, back before him and Ivan were actually a couple. :3

Just gonna post here!

ƒirsτ вirτн∂αy 💌

Three months into working for 'Saul Goodman' and it already felt as if these two were inseparable. It's not like Ivan approved of whatever it was that Saul was doing, despite having a dirty background himself. The difference between Ivan and Saul was that Saul wasn't cut out for this line of business. Ivan knew this well. He couldn't help but to see something deep inside the silly little lawyer that the general public just missed. It had him feeling some sort of way. Despite all the nonsense, Saul Goodman was someone worth protecting, at least in Ivan's eyes. Saul deserved to be happy and Ivan was going to do his damnedest to make sure he made this man happy.

He poked his head into the lawyers office as soon as he arrived. After greeting Francesca of course, the two got along well.

"Is THAT Jimmy? Are we being a good little lawyer man today?"

Ivan asked in the silly little playful tone he often used with this dumb middleaged lawyer. He couldn't keep a smug little smile off his fave. Francesca who worked right outside Saul's office couldn't help but to roll her eyes every time this nonsense ensued. She swore these two men were way too close and honestly, couldn't for the life of her understand why the hell Ivan babied Saul so much or why Saul even allowed it. It made her skin crawl.

Saul who was flipping through some documents half-heartedly looked up at Ivan in an instant, that dumb shit eating grin appearing on his face.

"Don't people know how to knock these days? Seriously Ivan, I'm a very busy man doing very busy things! Who the hell are you coming into my office looking all sexy, huh? Gonna' gimme' that kiss I've been asking for? Maybe sit on my lap?" Saul joked in his normal obnoxious manner as he just carelessly threw the documents aside, resting his feet up on his desk as he leaned back and looked at Ivan. God he was an annoying little man but Ivan had the patience of a Saint with him.

The young Russian man couldn't help but to raise his eyebrows at the daily nonsense. "Ah, so you are not being a good little lawyer man. Of course. Back on your nonsense, Jimmy? Goodness, someone is extra annoying today."

"Aw, you know it, baby-!" He exclaimed with a grin as he pointed up to Ivan, as if he were some sorta' hotshot. It always got an eye roll from Ivan, without fail. "Alright, alright. Cut to the chase. Why's your pretty ass in my office so early? Just here to see your favorite guy? I know I'm your favorite guy, Ivan. Wanna' know how I know?" He just couldn't help himself.

Ivan wasn't going to entertain that nonsensical question. He just held up a plastic bag from the local gas station. It was filled with all of sauls favorite garbage snacks.

"Happy birthday, Jimmy."

This caused Saul's eyebrows to furrow in confusion as he stared at the bag. What the hell, birthday? Was it his birthday already? Ivan...knew when his birthday was. No, not only knew, but remembered? Saul didn't even remember his birthday. He didn't want to. Not only did it make him feel old but it just reminded him of how lonely he was. It brought back memories of the boxed cakes his mom would bake him and the balloons his father would bring home for him. Simpler times he could never get back. It brought back memories of Chuck.

But this was different. It didn't feel horrible. It felt overwhelmingly nice. For some reason this handsome young man cared about him, and jimmy couldn't understand why. Sure Ivan had a screw loose, but just...why jimmy? And why did it feel so good. It's been so many years since anyone has given him anything for his birthday, much less remembered the freakin date.

He couldn't keep himself from tearing up, something he hated to do infront of people. It made him feel weak, helpless. He quickly turnt his head away and wiped his eyes, sitting up in his seat.

"I--"

He wasnt sure of what to even say right now. Ivan on the other hand was instantly concerned. He knew this man had emotional problems, much like himself honestly. Though he was just 'Saul goodmans security guard' on paper , he felt as if it were his duty to be there for 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙈𝙘𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙡. Not because he was paid well, not because he had a job to do, but because he did... genuinely care about this man.

Ivan quickly hurried over and set the plastic bag on sauls desk before grabbing the middle aged lawyers face, gently, and wiping at his tears with his thumbs.

"Jimmy-- Jimmy-- it is okay-- I- You are okay?"

A bit stunned, Jimmy stared up at this man, calming down a bit now. He let out a soft laugh before sighing.

"I just can't belive you remembered, ya' know? Hell, I didn't even remember. Why would I want to? But-- hah. Thank you, Ivan. Seriously."

He shook his head in happy disbelief as Ivan removed his hands from Jimmy's face. Jimmy was now going through the bag of snacks like a little gremlin. It was time to get excited. He took out a bag of hot cheetos before tearing them open without care.

"God. Best birthday ever. Just you wait, Ivan, I'm gonna' abolish that damn toliet and it's gonna be all your fault."

Ivan makes a face at this, though honestly, he's used to it by now.

"Charming, Jimmy."

He then reaches in the bag himself before pulling out an XL slimjim and smacking Jimmy in the face with it.

"Look! SlimJimmy-! Ahaha!"

#McYahontov #IvanGoodman #ivan yahontov #drabble #better call saul #saul goodman #jimmy mcgill #bcs #rip i tried

1 note · View note