#Mr Hermano

[yellowbugifs]

once upon a time 7x04 - You let me go once before, and we found our way back to each other. You're a good man, Rumple. Your heart is pure. You will find the answer you need to get rid of the dagger, and you will find your way back to me again.

[vamprisms]

obsessed with gus just disappearing jesse for 24 hours just to fuck with walt. naughty meth cooks lose their jesse privileges

[eyez-so-knew]

Been having some fun playing around with the logos from different shows I enjoy. 🥰

[soullessdianthus]

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐨 "𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐲" 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚

A/N: Just some glimpse of life with your husband Rudy. I want to be his little spoon so bad, I'm always cold during the night. (╯▽╰ )

Warnings: nothing just lil' smut at the end (gentle sex, lotus), generally fluff

✧°.  Definitely has a wife younger than him, because only recently he had begun thinking about settling down with someone. I personally believe that it wouldn’t be a person in their early twenties – someone who still studies and goes to parties. That would not feel right to Rudy, as he wants to start a family in the near future.

✧°.  But on the other hand, let’s think about him being with someone much younger, in their early twenties for example – someone more vulnerable and in his opinion naive even to engage with someone like him. Rudy would be probably more protective and dominant in the relationship, trying to keep an eye on you all the time. He would protect his pretty baby girl at all costs. <3

✧°.  He’s an absolute sweetheart and will take great care of you – spoiling his wife with massages, gifts or some romantic dates. He embraces love through the acts of service, quality time and words of affirmation. However, you cannot find a happier man on the planet than Rodolfo, when you wear clothes or jewelry he has picked out for you. 

The bathroom was filled with the scent of your flower body wash as the two of you were sitting in a tub filled with warm water and bubbles. Your back was leaning against Rudy’s chest, sitting between his legs. You had no idea how exactly the two of you managed to squeeze in there.  Rodolfo’s fingers were rubbing the scalp of your head, causing you to keep your eyes closed, taking in the relaxation with your husband. It felt so nice, you almost fell asleep right there in the tub.  ━ Do you feel better, amor? To which you only hummed, drowning in the pleasant feeling spreading through your head that was aching for the whole day. Perhaps it was his magic touch working wonders. 

✧°.  He will show you off each time Alejandro visits him. Rudy encourages you to sit on your husband’s lap and spend some time with his best friend. His hands will hold firmly, but hot harshly onto your thighs or hips – this is how he shows his possessiveness over you. <3

✧°.  Rodolfo is an excellent cook so therefore you often spend time in the kitchen together. Additionally, eating meals with each other is very important to Mr. Parra. I think he really likes to hum while doing house chores.

✧°.  I can see him with a wife that has a feisty temperament that constantly worries about him and sets the ground rules he willingly follows – like eastern europeans, hispanics or latinas. Because our boy Rudy is the calmest man on planet Earth, he could calm you down better than anyone. 

✧°.  If somehow he managed to piss you off, you wouldn’t let him brush it off or keep silent, oh no.

One time when Alejandro came by your house to pick up Rudy, he saw (and heard) the two of you arguing (rather you scolding him loudly), which doesn’t happen often, he was slightly taken aback. A colonel of Los Vaqueros wouldn’t even try getting under your skin. Ever.  ━ Cristo, how do you tame her? She’s a spitfire, hermano. ━ Alejandro asked, when his best friend got in the passenger seat.  ━ In bedroom. When she cools off a little.  Your husband’s reply made Alejandro smirk stupidly, before he shook his head. But Rodolfo was absolutely serious at that moment – he meant it. 

✧°.  Rudy could be a real tease and despite the common misconception about him being almost too soft and cautious during sex – your husband was able to fuck you to sleep or until you were breathless and sweaty underneath him. 

He just returned home from the base. The clock hanging on the living room wall pointed at 1:27 in the morning. Mierda, he was supposed to be back earlier, but the meeting was prolonged.  Rodolfo took off his gray jacket and shoes, before slowly making his way towards your shared bedroom. The room was illuminated only by the night lamp on his side of the bed – you must have left it on for him to find the way to bed. Oh, but you really didn’t have to. He would always find the way back to the love of his life.  You were sleeping peacefully between the sheets, wearing a nightgown he had recently bought you – it was his favorite color. The hem of the dress rolled up over your hip, exposing some flushed skin and underwear.  Rudy knew he shouldn’t do what he was about to, but the mere sight of his beloved, pretty wife splayed like this seemed to be too good to be true. Each time the intimacy felt like it was your first time together, exciting him like a teenage boy in love.  He removed his clothes and kneeled on the mattress beside you. His fingers traced the outline of your arm, ribcage, waistline and then your displayed hip. His thumb and pointing finger slid beneath the elastic of your panties and slowly pulled it upwards, detaching it from your skin. Only when the material got really tight and taunted, he released the band of your underwear. A sudden sting on your skin, caused you to wake up with a loud gasp.  But your husband was right there, leaning above your sleepy form, already placing kisses all over your face, neck and shoulder.  ━ Rudy. ━ You purred through the sleepy haze, slowly turning on your back to face him. ━ Lamento llegar tarde, cariño [sp.: Sorry, I’m late, darling].  His strong hands slipped under your shoulders and lifted you off the mattress. You let him maneuver yourself until he placed you in his lap, sitting in a lotus position.  You wrapped your hands around his neck, thumb caressing his occiput.  ━ I missed you.  ━ I know, I’m sorry, baby. But I’m here now. ━ The sergeant clung to your mouth like a leech and forced his tongue inside. The wet and warm sensation sent an electrifying desire pooled in your stomach. You moaned into his mouth, eagerly rolling your hips against his, searching for some friction. Rodolfo moved your panties to the side, before slowly sinking his hardened length in. A sudden stretch made you whimper and straighten your spine in his hold. Yet, you felt safe, he would never hurt you or cross your boundaries. His hands run up your ribs, until his thumbs could caress the curves of your breasts. Rudy shushed you, before slowly thrusting into you with steady pace. You looked at him through the shaky movements that caused you to rise and fall onto him.  Despite the fastened heartbeat and heavy breathing, an overwhelming sense of home and belonging washed over you. As long as you were in his arms, you were being loved and kept safe.  The arms of your loving husband.

[chlerc]

mr rightfully wrong ; pablo gavi

— summary; the tradition of eating 12 grapes under the table has her manifesting for a spanish footballer, certainly not the one she has been friends forever with though.

pairing — pablo gavi x best-friends-model!f. reader

social media au

content — lots of banter between them on instagram in the comments. literal soulmates but they just don’t see it or do they?

NAVIGATION + author’s note: happy chinese new year! starting to miss my number 6 running around the whole pitch for 90 minutes and then i realised he’ll never be managed by Xavi anymore… google translate spanish

song rec for this fic — ivy

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ynusername b&w away from the usual

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pablogavi fea (ugly)

ynusername @pablogavi cállate niño herido (shut up injured kid)

pablogavi a nadie le importa (nobody cares)

_ferminlopez @pablogavi ‎me importa 😉 (i care)

ynusername @_ferminlopez ferrrr 😘😘

galafr Gorgeous

l0vel3ttersyn stunner my favourite girl

gabrieloxguevaraa chica más guapa (prettiest girl)

ynusername @gabrieloxguevaraa 🤍🤍

aurorapaezg linda mi hermana te extraño (pretty, my sister i miss you)

ynusername @aurorapaezg ven a visitarme con tu molesto hermano 🤍 (come visit me with your annoying brother)

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pablogavi Estoy bien, volveré más fuerte 😘 (i’m okay, i’ll be back stronger.)

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ynusername ¡mentiroso! Llora todas las noches porque no puede jugar. (liar! he cries every night cause he can't play)

pedri @ynusername cómo sabrías 😏😏 (how would you know?)

pablogavi @pedri ‎callate por favor (shut up please)

ynusername mocoso llorón (whiny brat)

pablogavi @ynusername Dios mío, cállate (My god just shut up)

joaofelix79 Regresa más rápido y más fuerte (come back faster and stronger)

barcelonadaily We Miss You!!!

barca2idie bro come back we need you sm

blaugranaplanet Stay Strong Warrior!

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ynusername ate 12 grapes under the table on NYE, a spanish footballer better come my way 😠

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pablogavi nadie te quiere, ríndete 😂 (nobody wants you give up)

_ferminlopez @pablogavi conozco a alguien que la quiere (i know someone that wants her)

pablogavi decirle a toda LaLiga que no salga contigo (telling the whole LaLiga league not to date you)

ynusername @judebellingham please make my dream come true

judebellingham @ynusername I would but you’re off limits 😘

pablogavi @ynusername sin esperanza 🤦🏻‍♂️ (hopeless)

pablogavi Espero que te ahogues con las uvas. (hope you choke on the grapes)

ynusername @pablogavi Tú estabas ahí 🤦🏻‍♀️ (you were there)

iloveagirlsgirl I’m so in love with youuuuuu

findingjude SHE’S JUST LIKE ME FRRR

_ferminlopez Mi niña bonita 😍😍 (my pretty girl)

ynusername @_ferminlopez te amo fer 🤍 (i love you fer)

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ynusername my mr. get on his knees to tie my shoelaces for me!

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_ferminlopez NOOO QUIEN DISPARÓ SU TIRO ANTES DE MI (NOOO WHO SHOT THEIR SHOT BEFORE ME?)

pablogavi ¿Quién diablos haría eso por ti? (who the hell would do that for you?)

ynusername @pablogavi Conozco exactamente a la persona que haría eso. (i know just the person who'd do that.)

pablogavi @ynusername no pregunté (didn’t ask)

aurorapaezg le enseñó bien (taught him well)

ynusername @aurorapaezg Toda tu y mamá 🤍 (all you and mama)

gabrieloxguevaraa ¿Ya está fuera del mercado? 😞 (she’s off the market now?)

ynusername @gabrieloxguevaraa En realidad no, pero solo para ti. (not really but only for you)

footballwags looks like our gavi-yn ending never started 😞

waglifebarca I WANTED HER WITH GAVI 😭

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pablogavi Estoy bien, volveré pronto. 😘💪 (I’m okay, I’ll be back soon)

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_ferminlopez guapo (handsome)

pablogavi @_ferminlopez gracias

_ferminlopez @pablogavi yo, no tu (me,not you)

alejandrobalde ¿recuperarse o enamorarse? (recovering or falling in love?)

pablogavi @alejandrobalde ambos hermano! (both brother)

fcbarcelona Recuperándose bien nuestro guerrero! (recovering well our warrior)

ynusername que feo pero fermin 😍😍😍 (so ugly but fermin)

pablogavi @ynusername odio que salgas (i hate you get out)

ynusername @pablogavi nunca podrías odiarme 🤔 (you could never hate me)

pablogavi @ynusername ok cierto ahora cállate (okay true now shut up)

blaugranagirlie @ynusername @pablogavi you guys are making it obvious

gavif1lms smash next question

pedrigaviluver is he seriously soft launching, didn’t know he knew how to do that

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ynusername happiest girl in Barcelona 🤍

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joaofelix79 lookin good barca girl

ynusername @joaofelix79 thanksss joãooo

footballwags SHE GOT JACOB ELORDI IN HER LIKES????

lifeseeninmyeyes @footballwags I’m pretty sure they’re friends, she mentioned it before

msgaviralife soft launch is soft launching because who the hell is that

pablogavi Estoy cansado de ver todo esto (I’m tired of seeing all this)

ynusername @pablogavi los celos no te quedan bien (jealousy is not a good look on you)

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pablogavi ocupado con mi chica no me golpees (busy with my girl don’t hit me up)

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_ferminlopez letra fea en ingles jajaja (ugly handwriting in english hahaha)

_ferminlopez ooo soy tu chica? 😉😉 (ooo i’m your girl?)

pedri esfuérzate inglés (try hard english)

lamineyamal ¿Hablas inglés hermano? (speaking english bro?)

joaofelix79 Nice english on the cup bro

ferrantorres Necesitas mejorar tu inglés y tu forma de corazón 🤣🤣 (need to improve your english and heart shape)

pleaselordwaglife every barca player making fun of his english on the cup i’m dead 😭😭😭

ilovebarca SO HIS GF SPEAKS ENGLISH, HE’SO CUTE OMG

alteregowag CRYINGGG HE WROTE IN ENGLISH FOR HER??? 🥹🥹

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ynusername did i fool you guys?! Feliz aniversario, mi bebé llorón. Fue divertido actuar como si nos odiáramos en Instagram, pero gracias a Dios vienes a casa todos los días o viceversa. La tradición de las 12 uvas realmente funcionó, excepto que manifesté al futbolista español equivocado, supongo, todavía lo amo, señor equivocado. Gracias por cubrir las esquinas afiladas de la mesa y los mostradores para mí siempre, por amarme incluso si mi agenda se complica a veces, por protegerme sin demostrarlo, pero siempre lo sé. No habría nadie más para mí que tú, mi primer y último amor. 🤍 (happy anniversary, my cry baby. it was fun acting like we hated each other on instagram but thank god you come home to me everyday or vice-versa. the 12 grapes tradition really worked except i manifested the wrong spanish footballer i guess, still love you my mr wrong. thanks for covering the sharp corners of the table and counters for me always, for loving me even if my schedule gets messy sometimes, for being protective of me without showing it but i always know. there wouldn't be anyone else for me but you, my first and last love.)

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ynusername p.s he’s learning english for me, what a sweetheart right? 😉

pablogavi Supongo que fue divertido, te amo con todo mi corazón mi hermosa niña. (I guess it was fun, I love you with all my heart my gorgeous girl)

_ferminlopez Así que era él todo el tiempo, es broma, no podía dejar de hablarnos de ti. (so it was him all the time, just kidding he couldn't stop talking about you to us)

footballwags The both of them literally fooled everyone with their banter…

gabrieloxguevaraa feliz aniversario para ambos (happy anniversary both of you)

pedri Esto fue muy divertido, los amo a ambos. (this was so fun, love both of you)

aurorapaezg 🤍

mikkykiemeney 😍😘

judebellingham I was supposed to be Mr. Right, congrats both of you!

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pablogavi Hola mi novia, feliz aniversario para nosotros. Nunca habrá suficientes palabras para describir cuánto te amo, pero te amo mucho. Gracias por dejarme ser tu novio, aunque peleábamos mucho cuando éramos más jóvenes, me alegro de poder ser tu novio. Nunca me arrepentiré de ser tuyo, te amo. y para todos los demás, ella está fuera de los límites. (hey my girlfriend, happy anniversary to us. there'll never be enough words to describe how much i love you but i love you alot. thanks for letting me be your boyfriend although we fought alot when we were younger, i'm glad i could be your boyfriend. i'll never regret being yours, i love you. and to everyone else, she's off limits)

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ynusername 12 uvas funcionaron hasta la mitad, pero aún así me alegro de que al final seas tú. 🤍 (12 grapes worked halfway but still glad it's you in the end)

pedri El efecto novia está funcionando porque definitivamente te ves mejor (girlfriend effect is working because you definitely look better)

_ferminlopez @pedri solo pensé que pensé de esa manera Dios mío (I thought only I thought that way oh my god)

footballwags THE ENDGAME WE WANTEDDD WE WONNN

gavi.luvr she’s so gorgeous i’m not even mad he has a gf

livelaughlovegavi NOOO WE LOST HIM (i’m happy it’s her)

blaugrana.daily LET’S GOOO CHAMP

[angrylesbianstereotype]

Jesse would come to the meth lab dressed as the red Power Ranger and be like yo Mr. White happy Halloween :) and Walter with no self awareness would be like Halloween is for little children Jesse >:( in the exact tone of a twelve-year-old trying to sound more grown up and then Gus would walk into the meth lab dressed up in a full chicken suit bc he has to represent Los Pollos Hermanos at the company Halloween party and Mike has on the same pair of cat ears he wears every year to take Kaylee trick or treating and Walter makes his >:O face and Mike is like great mask you have on there Waltuh

[evilmario666]

If Breaking Bad were about yaoi instead of meth...

Walter White: Jesse... We need to make yaoi. 

Jesse: Whoa, bitch! I’m gonna get, like, a mega nosebleed if we keep making this, yo!

Jane: (Dies)

Gus: I will hire you at Los Fujos Hermanos. We have a yaoi lab in the basement.

Saul: (Is an uke)

Walter White: Jesse. We NEED to keep making yaoi for Mr. Fring. 

Jesse: (Having a mega nosebleed) I’m trying, Mr. White! I’m like, breaking bad, yo! 

Hank, on the toilet, reading yaoi: Wow this is pretty good... But so damn illegal... I must find Heisemeberg... 

Marie: Why are you collecting these toys of weird guys kissing?

Hank: FOR CHRIST’S SAKE MARIE, THEY’RE YAOI FIGURES! THEY MAKE ME SQUEE!

Skyler: Walter, I am leaving you. I fucked Ted. He has bigger yaoi hands than you.

Walter White: Fine. (Throws a yaoi pizza on the roof)

Walt Jr.: (Has yaoi-flavored pancakes for breakfast) 

Jesse: Yo!  Bitch

[hvaneyflowers]

Italian Girl

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Carlos Sainz Jr. x femOriginaCharacter! fashioninfluencer!

Instagram au ---- Part 4

Carlos and Francesca love story continues, but some people can't get over the fact he chose her to be his wife.

francescadistefano_official

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francescadistefano_official: First time in the paddock and my love won!!!! Love you, baby! You deserved it! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#forzaferrari #bestdriverintheworld #smoothoperator

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carlossainz55: My lucky charm! Ti amo, amore mio❤️

francescadistefano_official: ❤️

f1wags: New wag alert!!! Welcome to the F1 world!

scuderiaferrari: Welcome to our house, Mrs. Sainz! An honor to had you there!

f1: Carlos' new lucky charm! Welcome to the F1, Mrs. Sainz. Hope to see you around🔥

carlossainzfans: I don't know how, but you looked more beautiful than ever!

username6: Why everyone is saying she was Carlos' lucky charm?

username89: why? Maybe because he said it🙄

username75: it's sad to see how Carlos career and talent is putting behind. Guys, she's not a lucky charm.

username3: nobody it's putting Carlos' talent behind. You're the only one saying that.

username5: Grow up! don't you want?

francescadistefanofans: Beautiful as always, my queen!! Congratulations to Carlos!!

username54: can I say they're my parents, now? They both are totally on 🔥

username09: I know!!! Hot couple!

username12: they both are so good-looking that it hurts!

username45: why am I seeing so much hate comments here? What she has done to deserve this?

username23: married one of the most famous and hottest F1 drivers.

username90: So, nothing.

username888: being a homewrecker.

francescadistefanofans: she's not a homewrecker.

username65: I bet you don't know anything about races or cars.

francescadistefanofans: she married a Formula 1 driver, believe me, she'll know from the best.

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scuderiaferrari: Our smooth operator won in Singapore!!! And we met Mrs. Sainz for the first time!

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carlossainz55: VAMOS EQUIPO! 🏁🔴

francescadistefano_official: 🇮🇹

username1: LET'S GOOOO!!!

username88: LET'S GO FOR MOREEEEE!!!! #FORZA FERRARI

username11: #FORZA FERRARI

username55: what a race!! Congratulations Carlos!!!

username677: Congratulations Carlos!!!

username444: Yes!!! Smooth operatooooor!

username111: no Ferrari putting more attention on Carlos' supposed wife than on him.

username77: Incredible race! One of the best so far! Congratulations!!

ferrarifans5: Yes! We're on the top again!!!!

carlossainzfans: SMOOTH OPERATOOOOOR!!! ❤️🇮🇹

username33: Yes!! Congrats Carlos!! (please, we don't need to see her again. Get back with Isa)

username6778: I know!!! They were amazing together!! Get back!!!

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carlossainz55: What a race! Winning in Singapore was amazing! Thank you @.scuderiaferrari and my lucky charm, amore mio, @.francescadistefano_official! FORZA FERRARI! We're coming for more!

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francescadistefano_official: You're amazing, mi amor!!!! Love you to the moon and back!! ❤️

carlossainz55: Love you, too, amore mio!! ❤️

anasainzvdc: Felicidades hermano!!! Te lo mereces mucho!!! Los esperamos a los dos en casa para celebrar!! ❤️ / Congrats brother!! You deserve it a lot! Waiting for you both to celebrate! ❤️

francescadistefano_official: See you soon, sis! ❤️

username77: Congrats Carlos!! Well deserved!

charles_leclerc: Well deserved, my friend!!! 🇮🇹

maxverstappen1: Congrats!!

fernandoalo_oficial: Felicidades, Carlos! Que gran felicidad ver y oír el himno de España de nuevo! Vamos con todo cabrón! /Congratulations, Carlos! So happy to see and listen Spain's athem again! Let's go with everything, cabrón!

username98: Your lucky charm is a homewrecker.

username88: It takes two to tango...

username888: Congrats Carlos!!! Your lucky charm is so beautiful!!

blancasainzvdc: Felicidades hermanito!!! Muy feliz por ti!! Te amo ❤️ / Congrats little brother! So happy for you! I love you❤️

username666: Congratulations Carlos!! Well deserved!

username12: SMOOTH OPERATOOOOOR!!!

username668: putting Spain's name on the top! Congrats!!

username5: when will you divorce her? I don't like her for you.

username68: so sad he doesn't care for your opinion.

username90: So cute couple! Congrats!!

username500: She's definitely your lucky charm!

username743: #homewrecker

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francescadistefano_official: The man of my dreams❤️ He's truly a Smooth Operator!

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francescadistefanofans: So lovely couple!! Love you both!

username77: Mom and dad!!

username44: So hot🔥

carlossainzfans: sexy Carlos! 🔥 Please, post more photos of him without shirt!

username33: and without you!

username123: why didn't he comment 'I love you'?

username9: maybe because he didn't want to.

username90: #homewrecker

username3: it's funny to read how people are angry at this couple when they clearly don't care and are so happy.

username45: they're sad people wanting to put them down.

username6: both of you are so sexy!!

username7: Officially, I'm obsessed with this couple!

username2: You look so good together! Please, don't break up.

username33: break up, please!

username3: I'll make an account for you guys! You deserve it.

carlossainzfans: following you ASAP!

francescadistefanofans: same!

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: The girl of my dreams❤️

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username5: So cute!!!

anasainzvdc: My bro and sis! ❤️

username8: So beautiful couple!

username6: My favorite couple!!!

username33: can you please stop posting photographs of her?

carlossainzfans: if you don't like them, don't see them.

username10: why are you here then?

username588: 🔥🔥

charles_leclerc: So happy to see you happy!!

username35: the Ferrari boys don't have taste in women.

username654: because you're clearly better than her.

username48: Fav couple!!! 🔥

username678: I need you to have your bachelor party as Lando said!

username60: Yes! That would be awesome!

username560: @.carlossainz55 please!!!

[slamminslamminmcgill]

me again! This time I’m requesting sfw gus fring x gender neutral reader? I’m imagining the reader works with walt and jesse and meets gus through them and he takes a liking to them. Again, can be headcanons or a story. Thanks!! ❤️

"Really? He wants us to meet the guy here?"

You were in the passenger seat as Mr. White pulled into the parking lot of Los Pollos Hermanos, and you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. This did not seem like the kind of place to discuss such an important business deal. This was the kind of place you'd go to at 3AM when you're hungover and playing chicken with the toilet.

"Look, I didn't pick the location, alright?" Mr. White replied as he unbuckled his seatbelt, "For once, I'm as clueless as you are."

You rolled your eyes, he always had to find a way to insult you, didn't he?

The two of you walked in, ordered your food, and sat down at a booth. Jesse came in a couple minutes late, and he looked pretty rough. He was shaking, probably spun out. You scooted over in your seat to let him in, and gave him a "You good?" look. Walt just groaned. "You're late," He said bluntly.

Jesse scanned the room anxiously, "We're in the big time now. So where's the kingpin?"

Walt answered, "Your guess is as good as mine."

"Wait, what?" You asked, "do you even know who he is?"

"Were neither of you two listening when Saul went over this?" Walt put his face in his palms and took a deep breath, as if he was praying for the strength to not strangle the both of you. "No, I don't know who he is. So why don't you just shut up and-"

"What about that guy?" You pointed at a clean-cut man with glasses talking to another customer. He was in a button down shirt and tie, suspiciously out of place in an establishment like this.

Mr. White slapped your hand down. "Don't point, you dope! We don't want to draw attention to ourselves."

Jesse chimed in as he looked over his shoulder. "They could be right, though. He doesn't look like he belongs here. 'S kinda a Where's Waldo thing, y'know? Should we ask?"

"No. No, we should not ask." Walt growled, pulling both of your gazes back on him. "I just said we don't want to make a scene. Am I the only one around here who gives a-"

An unfamiliar voice cut him off, "Good afternoon! Is everything to your satisfaction?"

The three of you jumped in your seats, and turned to look at the new party in your conversation. It was that guy you had just pointed out. How the hell did he get over here without any of you noticing? Unless he had teleportation powers, you must've been making a bigger scene than you all thought.

Mr. White opened his mouth, but you were first to speak. "Good, thanks! Hey, uh, we're supposed to meet someone here right about now. Did anyone ask about us?"

The mysterious stranger looked at you curiously, and checked over his shoulder before answering, "No, but..." He leaned in closer to you, his smile suddenly warmer and his voice much softer, "I'm sure whoever you're meeting will be happy to see you."

You started to blush, forgetting where you were, who you were with, and what the context of the situation was. Any confidence you held a moment ago was as fried as the restaurant's famous spice curls. "Th...Thanks..." you stuttered.

The stranger nodded to you and said, "You are most welcome," before he reverted to his original stance and volume to address your partners as well. "Please let me know if you have any questions," were his parting words.

You couldn't take your eyes off him as he walked away. "That's the guy..."

[pedroscurls]

Third Time’s A Charm (epilogue)

Character(s): Frankie “Catfish” Morales and Reader (female, second person POV)  Summary: You and Frankie get married. Word Count: 1,809 Author's Note: Thank you everyone for reading this story. It was truly so much fun to write and I also wanna thank you for sticking with me to the end. It’s been a rough past couple of weeks, so thank you for being patient with me. I had this sudden urge to write again... Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! (inspiration dress and hair.) Warning: None.

“Will’s gonna take her, Molly, and Tess to the venue and we’ll meet them there,” Santiago said, walking into the room with Benny. 

It was going to be a very casual and small wedding, held on the beach just right before the sunset. Santiago would be officiating the wedding while Benny and Will would stand next to Frankie, and Tess and Molly next to you. You and Frankie decided not to have a big, extravagant wedding mainly because both of you were already too excited to just already be married. You both decided to just invite the people that mattered most, the ones that had seen your relationship from the beginning. 

“How’d she look?” Frankie asked. He was dressed in a white button-down shirt, tucked into a pair of fitted black slacks. He slid on his black suit jacket and ran his hands across the sleeves, releasing any creases or wrinkles. 

“Amazing,” Benny smiled. “But I mean, she always looks amazing, so–”

“You’ll just have to wait and see, hermano,” Santiago said with a smile. Santiago, Benny, and Will were all wearing the same attire: white button-down shirts and black slacks. The guys didn’t bother with wearing nice shoes since you and Frankie decided to be barefoot while on the beach, exchanging vows. 

“You nervous?” Benny asked.

Frankie shook his head. “Just want to get married to her already. I’m more impatient than anything,” he laughed. “She’s gonna be Mrs. Francisco Morales in a little over an hour and I just can’t wait.” 

Santiago smiled, looking over at Benny and then back at Will. “She said the same thing.”

“I just wish Tom was here to see it too,” Frankie said with a sigh. “He’d probably say something like about time,” he smiled sadly. 

Benny and Santiago both let out a quiet sigh. “I think he knew that this was bound to happen anyway. Besides, Tess and Molly will be there too.” 

“I know,” Frankie nodded. 

“You got your vows?” Santiago asked.

He smiled. “Didn’t need to write them down.”

“Seriously?” Benny said with a shocked expression. “What happens if you forget what to say?” 

“I won’t,” Frankie said with a nod. 

“You gonna speak from the heart?” Benny asked.

“Exactly,” Frankie replied. “She’s all I ever wanted, Ben. It’ll be easy to express the love I have for her.” 

Santiago and Benny smiled. “Alright, lover boy. Let’s get you married,” Benny said. 

—

Frankie ran a hand through his hair as he wiggled his toes in the warm sand. The sun was starting to set, casting a perfect sunset along the water. The waves were low and quiet, crashing against each other as Benny and Will stood next to him. Santiago was facing the aisle, reaching over to rest a hand on Frankie’s shoulder. 

“You deserve this, Frankie,” Santiago said. 

Benny and Will smiled in agreement. “Are we gonna get to see you cry?” 

Frankie rolled his eyes, but answered truthfully. “I guess we’ll see.” 

Molly and Tess were standing across from Frankie and the rest of the guys, flashing them an excited grin. It still felt unnatural not to have Tom here, but being there for each other helped; time did too. 

Then, everyone’s gaze shifted and so did Frankie’s. He felt his breath being taken away at the sight of you. Your hair was braided in an updo, several strands of curled hair just falling from your face. Your dress had subtle ruffles towards the ends of your dress with an accentuated v-neck in the front and back, as well as sheer, laced sleeves. The warm orange tinge of the sunset casted a glow and the soft winds that swept past you made time stand still as Frankie watched you walk towards him. 

He felt tears sting his eyes; he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be able to get to marry you. 

“She’s beautiful,” Benny whispered. 

“Lucky sonofabitch,” Santiago teased.

Will chuckled and looked over at Frankie who was captured by your presence, just like always. 

“What did I do to deserve her?” Frankie whispered quietly, bringing a hand to wipe away his tears. “I’m never letting her go.” 

When you saw Frankie, you felt your heart beat faster and the butterflies fill your tummy. It was like you had fallen in love with him all over again. Frankie rarely dressed up, but when he did, he always left you speechless. His white button down shirt was tucked into his black slacks, paired with a black suit jacket. 

Your eyes were locked on his as you continued to walk towards him. Frankie had always looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on and even now, with tears in his eyes, he was still looking at you like you were the only person in this world that mattered to him. 

As you reached Frankie, he held out a hand for you that you eagerly took. You stood in front of him, holding both of his hands in yours.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, hermosa,” Frankie replied. 

You blushed, squeezing his hands as you forced yourself not to lean in to give him a kiss. “And you look handsome. You gotta dress up more often,” you teased.

“As long as you’re happy, I’ll do anything for you.” 

Santiago smiled and interrupted, “Well, let’s get you guys married.”

“Thank you for doing this, Santi,” you smiled. 

Santiago nodded with a smile and began speaking, watching as you and Frankie kept your eyes solely on each other. It was a fitting end to your story with each other. Of all the tribulations, the ups and downs, the things you both had to go through to get to where you were now, Santiago was the one person who was glad to see that it all worked out. He knew that when he set you and Frankie up together that it was a match made in heaven… And even despite the couple of breakups, Santiago always knew you both would work your way back to each other. 

He could see the love written all over your features, the love you had for each other, the hope and excitement of what the future would bring. 

Santiago said your name, watching as you looked up at him. “Do you have your vows ready?” 

You smiled and nodded, turning around to grab the paper from Tess. You unfolded it and kept one hand holding Frankie’s as you began to speak. 

“Francisco, no one has ever made me feel the way that you do. You’ve always been my safe place… Being in your arms, in your presence, is something I’m always going to want. And the amount of love I have for you just grows more and more each day. I promise to always be by your side, even when things get tough. I promise to always fight for us, for you, and for our relationship.” Tears pooled around your eyes and you released Frankie’s hand to wipe at your eyes with a tissue that Tess gave you. 

Letting out a quiet breath, you continued. 

“For everything we’ve been through, Frankie, it was all worth it because it led us to where we are now. I can’t wait to call you my husband and to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Santiago smiled and then turned to Frankie.

“And you, hermano?” 

Frankie bit his lower lip and reached up to cup your cheek, running his thumb across your cheek to swipe away your fallen tear. “I didn’t write anything because everything I have to say is something I’ve always wanted to tell you.” 

You smiled, leaning against his touch. You turned your head to gently press your lips against the inside of his wrist. “I love you,” you whispered.

Frankie smiled. “I love you so much, hermosa. I don’t know what I did in this life to ever deserve you, but I promise that I’ll always be the man you deserve. It’s always been you. After our first date, I remember telling the guys that I was going to marry you,” he said quietly. “You have always been by my side, even when it wasn’t easy on you and you have no idea how much that means to me.” Tears were now stinging his eyes and it was your turn to reach up and cup his cheek. 

“There’s no one else I’d rather be with than you. I can’t say that our life will be easy, or that it will be perfect, but I promise you that I will always do my best. I don’t ever want to live life without you and I can’t wait for what the future holds for us. Most of all, I can’t wait to finally call you my wife, hermosa.” 

Frankie tried to lean in to kiss you before Santiago cleared his throat, causing him to pull back with a quiet chuckle.

“Sorry,” he said.

Santiago smiled. “We’re almost there, don’t worry.” Then he motioned to Tess, who was carrying both of their rings. You turned around and took it from her with a smile, turning back to face Frankie. With both of you holding each other’s rings, Santiago turned his attention to you first.

“Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him, for as long as you both shall live?” 

You smiled, sliding the ring onto Frankie’s finger. “I do.” 

Santiago nodded with a grin and turned to Frankie, repeating the same words. 

“Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” 

“With all my heart, I do,” Frankie answered, sliding the ring onto your finger. 

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Morales, you may now kiss.”

“Finally,” Frankie grinned. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around your waist. You leaned up on your toes and snaked your arms around his shoulders. 

“Mrs. Morales,” he whispered. 

“Finally,” you repeated, finally leaning in to press your lips against his.

Frankie sighed contentedly against your lips, moving his own slowly with yours. The sounds of clapping mixed in with the sounds of waves and when you pulled back to look up at him, the sun was finally setting, a glow surrounding the both of you.

“I love you, Frankie. You make me so happy…”

“I love you too, hermosa. Thank you for making me the luckiest man alive.” 

“Third time’s a charm, huh?” you teased.

Frankie grinned, resting his forehead against yours. “Third time’s a charm,” he repeated.

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[edgysyamor]

Playlist.

He aquí las canciones que me recuerdan a estos demenciales hermanos y ahora también ordenado dependiendo de la ruta. Sea como sea, es un hecho que merecen vivir y morir juntos.

El inicio:

In This Moment - Creep.

IAMX - Bernadette.

In This Moment - I Would Die For You.

Nico Collins - Hate Me.

Red Velvet - Feel Good.

Pierce The Veil - I Don't Care if you're Contagious.

Silence The Crow - State of Mind.

Burial:

Set It Off and Scene Queen - Win Win.

Myrath - Endure The Silence.

Marilyn Manson - Cry Little Sister.

DeathbyRomy - Day I Die.

Despeche Mode - Corrupt.

The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra - An Unhealthy Obsession.

In This Moment - Bones.

Deftones - MX.

In This Moment - Sanctify Me.

In This Moment and Brent Smith - Sexual Hallucination.

Trágico Ballet - El Néctar.

Anabantha - Juramentos.

Trágico Ballet - Ataudes de Amor.

Anabantha - Crucifícame.

Trágico Ballet - Tus Monstruos.

Three Day Grace - Infra-red.

Ex Habit - Abuse Me.

Mira - Bleed for Me.

Bad Omens - Nowhere to go.

Bad Omens - The Dead of Peace of Mind.

Decay:

Motionless In White and Maria Brink - Contemptress.

Marilyn Manson - Tainted Love.

Stela Cole - Kiss or Kill.

Mr. Kitty - After Dark.

DeathbyRomy - I Kill Everything.

Voilá - The Cure For Breathing.

In This Moment - Bloody Creature Poster Girl.

Shinedown - My Name.

In This Moment - I Don't Care.

Drowling Pool - Bodies.

Bad Omens and Poppy - V.A.N.

Sirenia - The Path to Decay.

Motionless In White - Sinematic.

[alexiswritingstuff]

A Man And His Guard. 1/2

Status: Completed.

Pairing: Gustavo Fring x male reader.

Other appearances: Mike Ehrmantraut.

Summary: During the rise of Gus’ paranoia, Mike hires you in an attempt to ease it. You work where he does, do everything he says and later even learn that you are to go home with him.

Neither of you knew what to expect of each other, but how does one Mr. Fring react when you will not stop making... comments. 

Warnings: flirting.

Always be aware that there might be spelling mistakes and such in my writing. I do read over them, but they can just slip under my radar sometimes.

A/N: I think this is the first time I am actually writing a male reader fic so I hope I do it justice. I am a male myself but I rarely use gendered terms with the reader anyway. 

Also I’m like terrible at flirting so if the readers lines aren’t great then... my bad ig.

This is a two part series, so begin waiting for the next edition to arrive!

I hope you enjoy!

More Gustavo fics.

It was around the time that Lalo Salamanca was presumed ‘not dead’ when you had gotten the job.

Their crew was sparse, most had been taken up at posts where they surveyed the other properties/places that Mr. Fring usually went to. So Mike reached out with an offer.

You knew him from work done in the past where you had acted as a guard for a person he wanted to meet, for a reason you had later learned, but that specific guy had a target on his back from a lot of local businesses.

For this job, like many others, you had no idea what you were getting into. And even if there was a proper brief, none of it would prepare you for what would actually come.

Gustavo Fring had been a name thrown around many times in your life. A very common thing when working in this particular field. 

But, seeing him right there in the flesh, on practically a daily basis at this point, was a thing that there wasn’t any words to describe. Because usually no one lived to even talked about it, or, obviously, they weren’t allowed to.

It was some time in the late hours of the afternoon, the liveliness of restaurant slowly reducing as time went by.

There were barely any customers occupying the booths or the neighbouring tables, and the new people coming in usually just wanted something for the road if they couldn’t be bothered to wait in the drive through.

You were moving amidst the dinning area, the long dust pan and brush in hand as you collected up stuff that had fallen during peoples meals, and swept across the beige tiles that felt increasingly bright in the sun.

The surroundings were still a bit noisy. People were chatting away, cars passed at almost every minute, there was muffled clatter from the other employees as they moved around kitchen equipment as they cooked.

It wasn’t that bad.

In fact, the only thing that you didn’t really like about ‘working’ in Los Pollos Hermanos was the need to wear its uniform.

Being a guard in this side of the business usually enforced the wearing of dark coloured clothes. It was a way to keep up a feeling of mystery, provide the impression that you were a person not to be messed with.

But there you were, stood in an obnoxiously bright yellow shirt which was paired with that damn red visor and a matching apron, to top it all off.

This might as well have been a punishment than a job.

After however long, you completed your round of the dinning area and ducked into the hallway beside the drinks machine, finding the place where you had initially picked up the dust pan and brush to return them.

And you did, a deep breath filling your lungs once the equipment was leaned back up against the wall.

It had been a long time since you had worked around a plethora of people and their own individual personalities, so coming to this work place almost felt jarring in comparison. People were properly polite. Gave smiles that were actually genuine. 

The clear of someone's throat emitted from somewhere to the left, and your head turned in that direction immediately, your feet soon following, “Mr. Fring.”

“Has the floor been cleaned?” The way he dressed for work was always so smart, though it kind of reminded you of SpongeBob, and it perfectly matched with a lot of things about him.

You gave him a simple nod, “Yes, it has.”

“There are still a few customers out there, so I’ll do the last round once they leave.” you then explained and turned yourself to face the doorway that lead to the main area, attempting to peer round it so that you could see into the dinning area again and the car park through the windows.

“Any signs?”

The words left you just blinking for a moment. You had thought by taking your leave from the conversation that it would bring on its end. But now you were looking back to the man who hadn’t moved a step.

Anyone else would’ve been confused at what he had meant by that question. but you knew instantly. And even if it was your job to check, it sort of made you feel bad that you had to.

“No one came.” you stated, plain and simple so that it wouldn’t display your pity, and Mr. Fring subtly took in a deep breath, his chin only slightly raising, “Good... Go clean the empty tables.”

Now was when he was about to walk away, probably to go back to his office to make calls as a way to further check if there was any new information, but when he watched your face crinkle up in what looked like distaste at the task he had just given you. 

He seemed to become a little distracted.

“Do I at least get paid more?”

Sure, Mr. Fring had a lot of encounters with many different people, each with their own separate way of approaching things, different ways of speaking. 

But no one had ever attempted to talk the way that you did. Especially when in direct contact.

It was a thing that could only make him stare, even glare, in an attempt to hide his surprise. But it wouldn’t shake you. In fact all you did was shrug, “Oh, well.” you breathed out, giving him one last glance before you moved to get the cleaning supplies.

“I guess if it’s for you then I’ll do it.”

~

You found yourself making your way through the many hallways of Los Pollos Hermanos. An amount that after a long day made the building feel like a maze, though the size wasn’t even comparable to one.

Soon, you had located the way to your bosses door, a deep breath sucking into your lungs before you raised your hand to knock against it. The sound was the only thing that filled the hallway.

“It’s Y/n. Y/n L/n, Sir.” you called quickly, realising that at this time he was always expecting to be in danger. A mysterious knock to his door wasn’t exactly going to help with that.

It took a good minute for there to be any kind of response, but after it sounded like an object had been set down, the muffled voice finally came through the gaps of the door. 

“Come in.”

Your hand grabbed at the handle, the cool metal almost shocking the warmth of your skin, before you twisted it until the door was pushable. “Hey,” you had began, ready to step into the new room. But that was quickly halted when your eyes fell on its contents. 

It was very dark compared to literally any other room in the building. The walls may have been a little darker already, but because of him relying on only the light from the sun and a lamp residing on his desk, it took you a moment to actually see anything.

You cleared your throat when your gaze landed on a waiting Mr. Fring, “Sorry to interrupt-- Lyle said that you wanted to see me earlier?” you explained and finally stepped into the room so that you could close the door behind you.

“I didn’t know I had made such an impact already.”

Mr. Frings eyebrows had twitched in a way that almost wasn’t visible. However, the rest of his face didn’t change, “When accepting the job, did Ehrmantraut explain what it would hold?”

Your shoes scraped the ground as you stopped yourself about a step away from his desk. Your back straightened as you took a moment to think, “He barely does when he has an offer.” you pointed out simply, though your tone changed when you next spoke. “Was I wrong?”

“Did he mention that you would be working for me... personally?”

In that moment, you had paused for about three seconds, even if it had felt like 10 minutes in your head, as a certain word rung through your ears over and over again.

“Personally, huh...” you repeated. It tasted sweet on your lips, your mind running very fast over any of the things that it could mean. “I guess I didn’t quite catch that part... But I like the sound of it.”

Through your now, slightly, dazed state, you had missed the way Mr. Fring had lowered his head just a tad. His lips were pressed together. His eyebrows begging to furrow though he wouldn’t let them, especially when you had spoke again.

“Am I supposed to go get you stuff? Run errands, drive you places-- That kind of thing?”

The man before you almost huffed a laugh. He dipped his head as he slowly pushed back his chair. “In the future, it is possible.” Mr. Fring was now stood up from his seat, his feet taking him round his desk in such a slow pace that it had your pulse raising. “But for now we are going to my home.”

He stopped in front of you, about two and a half steps away, with that strong gaze he always held. Though this time it most definitely felt different as your breath was close to hitching, “Now I really do like the sound of this.”

In about a second, Mr. Frings body had entirely stiffened.

It was unnoticeable to people who had just met him as he was usually quite a ridged person, the wind couldn’t even sway him. But to someone that knew him enough, it was clear as day.

The intimidation he had held on his face had faded as if it had just been wiped off with a cloth. It was almost like he had forgotten how to breathe.

Suddenly, before you could clock anything, Mr. Fring turned towards his desk like there should be someone waiting on the other side. It almost startled you. But soon, a hand of his reached across the surface of the table. 

“Mr. Fring?” you had questioned, any and all excitement now being swarmed by confusion. 

Just as you were about to move, try to catch the look on his face, his feet had began to twist until the rest of his body urged to follow.  And now, he stood, facing you once again. 

His eyes were aimed at what you could now see was some kind of sticky note folded in half, and then they flicked to yours. 

His chin raised until it was in level with your own and by the next time you had blinked, the note was held out in front of you. 

“Read it.” was all he said when you hadn’t taken it, and after just looking at him for a moment, you sucked in a quiet breath, retrieving the paper from between his fingers. 

By the time you had began unfolding it, Mr. Fring had turned once again, making his way back to his deskchair when your eyes landed on the word in black ink.

“Lakeview?” The chair squeaked beneath him as he sat, but besides that he didn’t even bother to look up. He simply grabbed a pen and dragged a clipboard in front of his eyes. 

“Am I allowed to ask, or is this going to be a game of hard to get?” The urge to smirk tugged at the corners of your mouth when the tip of his pen visibly stilled. Though, when Mr. Frings head slowly raised as if it was in slow motion, that feeling had stopped in a instant. 

His eyes were almost harsh when they met with yours, as if they could pierce right through your own. They never moved and as time passed, he hadn’t even blinked. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”

It was a warning. He knew it, you knew it. 

So, guess his surprise when the only thing you had done in response was, once again, simply shrug your shoulders. 

His whole body froze like it had done before, though this time he hadn’t broken the eye contact. 

Every other person he had met, even ones that worked for him, crumbled under his gaze when someone had pressed his patience or authority. They would look away, forget how to speak, or quickly turn on their feet to do whatever he had asked. 

But not you. 

Your shoes were planted in the same place as before until you wanted them to move. 

“You know, I do like a good game, Mr. Fring.” It was so silent in that room that it was like you could physically see your words pierce through the air. A pin could drop and the sound could be heard as if it was played through a thousand speakers. “I think having an opponent like you is going to be great fun.” 

That was when you had officially turned on your heel. The smirk broke across your lips the moment you faced the door, and even more so when it had opened.

By the time you were back in the hallway, sifting the post-it back and forth between your fingers, the image of Mr. Frings expression was clear in your mind in a way that made it so hard to not laugh. 

His lips were parted. Every muscle in his face looked as if it had been frozen in time, tense. He looked like a deer caught in headlights.

He almost lost the grip he had on his pen. 

~

You ended up back in the main area of the restaurant, your eyes being hit with a much dimmer colour this time as the sun began to hide.

All the tables had already been cleared earlier by you, and Mr. Fring when he couldn’t keep his mind occupied. The customers had gone home, hopefully pleased with their meals, which let an almost eerie silence hang in the air as the other employees had left too.

You moved through the rows of tables, searching for even the slightest speck of dirt or trail of crumbs that would set a certain man off if he saw. But there was nothing.

It had all been more than thoroughly cleaned.

So, you ended up by the table next to the entrance, a slight sigh huffing through your nose. Your body wound round the back of bench closest to the door, a hand reaching for the red blinds that covered the window.

Your fingers parted two of the slats, and you made yourself slightly lean over the bench so that you could get closer to the glass that lay beneath the blinds.

Upon first glance of the world outside, everything seen was slowly being engulfed by the black mass of night. One so deep that it had started to prevent the ability to see the horizon.

The only car in the parking lot was Mr. Frings, coloured in such a way that it would’ve been invisible in the evening light if it wasn’t for the reflections from the surrounding lamps.

There was no one in the car, no one outside of it, and no other vehicle stalking around, as the rest were just general cars that passed by on the main road, and that was now like every 10-15 minutes.

After making sure that there was complete satisfaction with the fact that there was not a singular person in the vicinity, you let the slats set back into the original places, stepping away from the window so you could make your way through the restaurant. 

Again.

The sigh that left your mouth this time was of relief when you opened the door, to what would be a supply closet for anyone else. There they were, sat in the neatest pile you could be bothered to put them in. Your clothes.

Pretty much the only item of your own that you got to keep during the day was your shoes, so when that sweet sweet fabric was in your hands, it was utter peace. Paradise. Like reuniting with a long lost lover.

Upon imagining how a person would look standing in the middle of a closet and practically cradling a set of clothes, however, you straightened yourself up into the usual guard posture, any remnants of excitement fading from your face.

And then you swivelled on your foot, leaving the closet like you had never even been in there.

By the time you had gotten to the front of the restaurant all over again, the clothing happily held in your hand, it seemed that a certain Mr. Fring had beat you to it.

There was no way to tell if he had disliked having to stand there waiting as his head was directed towards the window you had been look through before, his hands clasped behind his back that made him properly appear like a business man.

Or just an old man.

If you could see his face however, you thought that you would’ve seen that usual, intentionally, blank expression. A theory that was then proven to be true when you had stopped by his side. You cleared your throat, “I take it we’re going to yours now?”

His spine straightened in about a second when your voice found his ears. He had gotten lost, his gaze consumed by the endless possibilities of what waited for him outside the restaurant. 

But in the next second, by the next time he had breathed, his body twisted towards you like he had been standing like that the whole time. The previous vacant look that carried across his face was replaced by a smile, though his eyes had not changed.

And that was it. That was all you got.

Mr. Fring passed right by you without another word, his footsteps echoing around the unsettlingly empty room, before he made his way through the door with the exit sign shining above it.

When it had closed again, further encasing the restaurant in a strong silence, you had begun to blink, your brain at least attempting to process what had just happened.

However, the longer you stood there, the further away Mr. Fring became, and by now he was on the path between the rows of parking spaces. Getting closer and closer to his car.

You almost stumbled over your feet as you made your way over to the exit yourself. 

The door opened in a flash, engulfing your skin in the night air, and you were about to continue walking... Until you heard the jingle in your pocket. “Shit.”

There was a meeting that you had with Mike about a day prior. He gave a run down of the usual stuff that went down in Los Pollos Hermanos and, at least, the basic duties that the boss would have you do. 

You were given a set of keys, each for pretty much any place that Mr. Fring had access to himself. Now it seemed that he was testing your memory. 

After glancing back at Mr. Fring, you let out a hushed grunt, pulling the keys out of your pocket from under your apron, and then turned back to the door, locking it in a speed that should’ve gained you an award.

You swivelled round after doing a test pull on the handle and basically began jogging to catch the man who was now very close to that blue vehicle.

But just as the distance was beginning to shorten, a few things began piecing together.

The sudden change, the smile that he used on other employees, something that he hadn’t used on you all day until it was time to leave the safety of the restaurant. 

You understood that he would have to put on an act at some point, sure. Though apparently it hadn’t occurred to you what that would mean until now. 

He was the boss, and you were just some random guy who had a job in his business. 

That doesn’t exactly give the right to catch a ride with him, now did it?

“Uh, Mr. Fring?” 

The man himself had just placed a hand on the roof of his vehicle. His eyes were once again aimed into the distance, and it took about five seconds to get himself back as he then turned to you, the same smile taking over his lips, “Yes, Y/n?”

“I believe that I’m supposed to be getting picked up on something called Lakeview. Would you happen to know where that is?”

It wasn’t a name for a person, as you knew for a fact that if the man in front of you had a target of any kind he would just straight up say it, and it wasn’t going to be a place because Mike would’ve at least said something.

It was a pickup point. 

Mr. Frings chin slowly raised. And now, with the smile that took over his lips, his eyes seemed to crinkle with it, “Lakeview road?”

Your spine straightened, all the air coming into your lungs feeling like it was on hold, especially when you nodded your head as a commitment to your idea. 

Mr. Fring simply turned his head upon the confirmation, and he pointed towards the road on the other side of the main one, which was directly across from the proper entrance of Los Pollos Hermanos.

You squinted your eyes after following the direction, trying to see the road that was partially illuminated by a streetlight as your shoulders attempted to ease from the previous tension. 

And then you spotted it. A car parked beside the red fencing. 

It was one that you didn’t recognise, but still. 

You were right.

In order to keep the smug look off of your face, you lightly bowed your head when your attention went back to your boss. “Thank you, Sir.” you said and Mr. Fring simply copied your previous movement before finally opening his door.

“Have a good night.”

By the time his car had left the grounds of Los Pollos Hermanos, you had made it to the edge of the main road. You were stood on the concrete sidewalk, a streetlight towering over your head as you looked back and forth to gage where any oncoming traffic was.

You only had to do it once for each side, tonight apparently being a night where not many people were aiming to travel.

So on you went, now jogging across the two lanes until you got to the other side like that one chicken did. Your shoed feet were met with a mix of sand and stones this time as there was no sidewalk to even the ground.

And then there it was in front of you. 

A blue RAV4.

The driver must have sensed the new presence as within the next second, the door on their side had opened, a scene that had your feet slowing by the time the figure was out of the car. 

It was a woman. One you had seen in a picture when Mike showed members of the crew working for Mr. Fring. Mrs. Ryman? Her and her husband were the people ‘occupying’ the safe house. 

“Mr. L/n?” she questioned, and as soon as you gave her a nod of confirmation, she immediately proceeded to walk to the back of the car before any sort of question could fall from your lips.

She grabbed the handle on the left side of the door and pulled on it until it was open about half way so that your eyes could cast onto whatever was inside. You almost tilted your head like a dog. 

There, in the back of a damn car, laying on his side very uncomfortably, was none other than Mike Ehrmantraut himself. 

It all made sense.

It was late at night. Mr. Fring had now left Los Pollos Hermanos, meaning that if anyone was watching him, they would have followed his car to see where he was going next. 

None one was watching you.

The urge to laugh was fighting itself way up your throat, but you took a deep breath in through your nose and let yourself walk forward when Mrs. Ryman had turned to you expectantly.

“You didn’t have another one of those sandwiches today, did you?” A grunt followed your words as you practically shoved yourself into the trunk of this random car, and shifted until the left side of your body was fully pressing into Mike’s. 

The door was only just able to close again. 

The surroundings were plunged into darkness. A few beams of light managed to filtered through the gaps in the backseats and the trunk cover enough so that you could make out the face of the man before you as you dropped your pile of close on your lap.

“I see you worked it out.” 

Your body felt like it sunk into the walls of the car though it had barely moved, your hands raising to rub at the skin of your face either in disbelief or tiredness, “I will admit that I thought you were talking about an actual lake at first.”

Mike huffed a laugh at that, the two of you slightly rocking together when the car started backing up. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t try to find one.”

“Me too.”

Despite the fact that you were currently sat, cramped, in the back of a car. There was a feeling of comfort that had been kept from you throughout the day. Especially now that Mike was with you. 

He might’ve been a man that has killed multiple people, and is not afraid to do the same to more... but so are you. 

When you are on the right side, his right side, he’s just another old guy that you would see walking down the street, or sitting in a restaurant.

Being in this business meant needing to keep connections with certain people hidden so that they wouldn’t end up getting hurt as a result of someone trying to prove a point. 

He was the closest thing to family.

Mike let one of those deep breaths seep through his nose, and you swear it almost sounded like the huff of a dragon. His head leaned back into the wall behind him. “How’s Gus?”

Ah. The question you knew was bound to be asked soon.

You shuffled slightly even if it wouldn’t do much, more scared of accidently kicking Mike in the ribs than anything else now. “Obsessed with me.” 

The look Mike gave you was one that you could feel even if you couldn’t properly see it, and you tried not to smile as you fiddled with label of the shirt you held. The man most definitely rolled his eyes. “No, no... He’s obsessed with everything else to be honest.”

A sigh passed from your lips into the air inside the car. 

Your head shook, a mixture of emotions filtering through your body as your mind reminded itself of Mr. Frings previous behaviour. “He really wants him to just show up already, but... man, I don’t know. I’m not sure if he’s actually prepared for that.”

“Well. That’s why you’re there.”

You tried to fully sit upright, only getting about half way before you looked at Mike with narrowed eyes, “Yeah, about that-- You know, when you said that you needed my skills, I was thinking more along the lines of stakeouts or surveillance stuff, or like... having me fight someone at least.”

“I didn’t exactly prepare to become a janitor.”

The car was most definitely somewhere down the main road by now. Mike’s head remained where it was, not even bothering to tilt it in your direction when he next spoke as he simply closed his eyes instead. “Still part of the job.” 

You stifled a scoff, just watching the man when he attempted to cross his arms over his chest. “Gives you more acting lessons too.” Mike then added and you supressed the urge to kick him, more like nudge him, with your foot. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” It was your turn to roll your eyes.

“You’re still paying me more.”

~

The sky above was pitch black by the time of arrival on Jefferson Street. The quiet outside, the warmth of the car, and the general darkness worked together in a way that was the opposite for most people.

The distance between Los Pollos Hermanos and Mr. Frings house was far enough that if there was a kid sitting in one of the backseats they would be in a deep sleep.

But as an adult, you were wide awake. Especially when you felt the car begin to slow after a turn.

You attempted to prop yourself up from your slouched position, your eyes trying to find an angle where you could see out the window, despite the fact that it was very much impossible to do from inside a trunk.

“We’ll be out in a minute.” Mike assured, observing your many attempts at moving. You sunk back, mirroring his position when you hit into the wall of the car, “And how do you know that?”

As if on cue, the ride to the house seemed to have come to an end. The car stopped, again slightly jolting the two of you together. “We’re in the garage.” The monotonous edge to his voice was audible more than ever.

You could only blink for a moment as the muffled sound of someone getting out of the car echoed through what most definitely was a garage. “Jeez-- How many times have you had to do this?” you questioned, and it had Mike’s head shaking in a second, a grunt rumbling through his throat.

The door beside you finally opened, and though you had to squint due to the sudden light, you swung your legs to the side, eagerly pushing yourself out of the trunk.

“Oh, man.” you breathed out once on your own two feet, and moved to the side so that Mike could get himself up while you stretched your arms high above your head in a way that your spine needed very much. “Do we really have to do that every time?”

“It’s the safest way.” Mike insisted as he closed up the car and your head shook, “Seriously?” But he ignored you, starting to walk through the garage. “Follow me.”

Even after a ride like that it was immediately work time.

You wanted to complain until you couldn’t speak anymore, but nevertheless you complied and followed behind the man like a duckling does with its mother.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes flickered around the room when Mike opened the door to what was originally a living room, “Hey, Mike.” a man had called, and Ehrmantraut started to spark up a conversation. 

However, when your gaze landed on the desk that his friend was sat at, your brain seemed to tune it out.

There was about about seven different monitors on and working. Each screen displayed a shot from wherever the camera was placed. It varied from the entrance and exits of this house to what you assumed was Mr. Frings. 

But even then they seemed to changed at the click of a button to an entirely different location.

Maybe he was prepared.

“L/n.”

Your eyes snapped to the door way to find Mike stood about halfway through it. He tilted his head to the side and you began walking all over again when you realised what he meant.

So, now, he lead you through the hallways of the house. You nodded at anyone you passed, seemingly understanding the tired look on their faces though this was your first proper day.

Eventually you found yourself in the basement of the house, and while Mike continued through the room, your feet slowed on the platform before the last two steps, your eyes yet again being consumed by the new atmosphere.

This was where the couple stayed after doing their daily appearance out of the house, as the rest was swarmed by a bunch of dudes.

They had most of the stuff they need. They had cupboards, a kitchen area along the furthest wall, a clothing wrack. There was a king sized bed, and a table to your right where they could sit and do whatever they wanted if they weren’t upstairs at this time.

And though your mind practically begged you to continue looking around. A certain question sprung through your thoughts.

“Listen, I appreciate the fact that there are a lot of things you can’t tell me about this job,” you began, a hand placing down on the little railing, “But am allowed to ask why you have just lead me into a basement?”

Ehrmantraut was now stood in front of the big shelf that sat at the corner of the right wall. It extended to the ceiling but the width was about 4 columns worth. Your eyebrows were quick to furrow when he reached for one of the shelves.

Even more so when quiet beeps sounded from what only could be a keypad.

“Mike?” you had questioned, a mild laziness to your voice as your brain consumed itself with finding the source of noise. And then your feet finally moved, allowing you off of the platform, onto the carpet. 

But it seemed you had stopped as fast as you had started.

Your body almost jolted when a mechanical sound pierced through the air, and soon, Mike grabbed onto the middle divider with both hands, beginning to pull on it as hard as he could.

A rumbling rippled through the floor you stood on as the shelf scuffed against the carpet, and despite your disbelief, the mechanism disconnected from the first column of shelf.

It was opening like a natural door would. There was certain things on shelves that shook with the movement, though others appeared as if they had been glued down. Just there for decoration.

It wasn’t until the shelf door was turned as much as it could against it’s hinges that your eyes allowed you to focused on what lay beneath it. Your jaw almost dropped. 

It was a tunnel.

There was a goddamn tunnel that connected this house to the next.

“No way.”

Mike didn’t have to tell you twice when he signalling for you to follow him this time, and upon going through the doorway, turning into the passage, it almost gave you chills. 

But that was more due to the fact that the temperature was different than in the house.

The walls of the tunnel were a grey concrete. One rose higher than the other leading the ceiling to have to curve to meet with them both, and support beams, the same colour as the walls they were up against, were placed about two steps apart, the lights situated between them.

Not even a deep breath could ease the speed of your heart. In fact the closer the journey was to its end, the faster it went. 

So, when the back of, what you were assuming was, the same mechanism as in the previous house was now right in front of Mike, your shoulders fought to lower.

There was a combination of knocks that the man did against the smooth door. A sound that echoed through your ears over and over again the way ripples moved in water.

Mike took about a step back with a sniff when muffled beeps came through the, practically invisible, cracks of the door, and your body instinctively straightened like a soldier in front of their commander.

The door had opened.

There was no reasoning for the way you felt right then and there. 

You had met Mr. Fring earlier. You had seen him, you had spoken, exchanged even informal parts of conversation, and have stood beside each other on multiple occasions. 

So why, as you stared back at the man who was now revealed in one of his usual suits, was it like your lungs had forgotten their very function.

Mr. Fring gave Mike a nod to which the man did the same, and before you knew it, with a clear of his throat, Ehrmantraut turned on his feet, beginning to make his way back through the tunnel.

Your lips parted as you watched him go, though no words could even try to roll off of your tongue. The scuff of his shoes were the only thing to echo through the air, so when that familiar voice broke through, it had your head turning back within seconds. 

“L/n.”

His eyes were already on yours by the time you were back to your original stance. 

Your eyebrows were raised, a mixture of eagerness and excitement rumbling through your chest and ears when he tilted his head to the side. A gesture that Mike had used earlier to get you to follow him. “Come in.”

Just you and Mr. Fring.

“I’ll show you around.”

next 

[ask-casino-cups-swap-au]

Mr. Mug is Heat Cup your brother?

Mr.Mug , ¿ Heat Cup es tu hermano?

[halfmoonshines]

could I please get protective!steven when reader gets hurt and everyone including himself being surprised at how feral he goes :>

am i writing this instead of the actual story people keep requesting?

yes.

do i love this prompt?

yes.

Steven Grant x GN!Reader (Slight Jake Lockley x Reader and Marc Spector x Reader)

summary; it's about a year after the events of moon knight. The whole system is working on flowing together better, and they all help Khonshu in little ways. As more of a 'hero' than a murderer- but that doesn't mean they don't get into trouble. You being hurt is the outlier.

Unfathomable

The only thought that kept parading around in Steven's head (sans his partners loud voices) was the fact that you were not supposed to be here.

He gaze kept wandering to you, despite the onslaught of enemies you were both currently trying to hold back. If he hadn't had the Mr. Knight suit on, the panic on his face would be alarming. You were admittedly holding your own pretty well, but you shouldn't have to. He was irate with himself for allowing you to be pulled into this.

You were damn near exhausted. You and Steven had been ambushed on your way home from dinner. Supposedly something that Jake had gotten himself into had followed them home - right to you and Steven.

You saw the end of the fight approaching, thoroughly impressed with yourself. You kicked the last guy in the stomach, bringing his face into your knee when he doubled over and knocking him out.

You raised a fist triumphantly, turning to look for your boyfriend. He was about 10 yards away, having just dispatched his last foe. You gave him a smile that the mask of his suit dissipated to share with you. He took a few steps forward before his expression morphed into pure terror, he opened his mouth to call for you.

But you'd already noticed. A few seconds too late.

You felt the air stir behind you and turned quickly, just in time for the blade of the man's knife to embed itself in your torso.

The loud scream of your name was the next sound you heard, and the man was ripped off of you - knife remaining where it had hit home.

Steven was quite literally seeing red. He was on you in an instant, the exclamations of both Jake and Marc were background noise behind the roaring in his ears. Steven grabbed the man by his collar, forcibly pulling him away from you and throwing him to the ground.

Steven wasted no time straddling the mans chest, blow after blow landing upside his head, a few words puncturing through the sound of his fist meeting the other mans flesh.

"Don't you ever fucking touch them."

Steven. Steven! Marc's loud voice was what pulled Steven out of his stupor, and he quickly noticed that he had most certainly beat this man half to death.

Go check on them, they’re going to need medical attention.

That was all Steven needed to quickly switch positions, pulling himself up and rushing over to where you'd collapsed on the ground.

The pain was like nothing you'd ever felt before, like burning magma coursing through your veins. You were vaguely aware of Steven's worried face over yours, the tears shining in your eyes being the last thing you noticed before the world went black.

It wasn't until over an hour later, Steven sat at your bedside in the ICU that Jake and Marc finally said something to him.

You went feral back there, hermano. Jake sounded proud.

Not that we have a problem with that. Marc tacked on.

Steven thought briefly back to the mans broken and bleeding face.

"Should've killed him."

[askteikoku]

To Genda: Beside being Goalkeeper, do you play in a different position?P.S. What is your favourite color? (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Finally I finished the first ask!! I put a lot of love and effort in this one since it was the first and I wanted to draw everyone! Next ones will be simpler (possibly) (maybe) (maybe not). I hope you all will like it! Gonna share our love for these boys (and Haruna). Text + Spanish translation under the cut!

English text: Haruna: Listen everyone! Our first ask arrived! Narukami: For whom it is? Haruna: For Genda! Genda: Me!? Fudou: Hehe, Mr. Popular. Haruna: It sais... *read the ask* Genda: Hmm, let's see... Gojou: Nothing for me? Banjou: Dude... Genda: When I started playing soccer I was a Forward. Genda: But one day our Goalkeeper couldn't make it to the match because he was sick. Our coach said that we should withdraw because we didn't have a substitute. I couldn't stand that. Genda: I'll play as Goalkeeper, Mr. Miyamoto! Coach Miyamoto: Are you sure, Genda? Genda: I am! Sakuma: Genda, you love playing as Forward. Genda: I was very nervous at first but my friends supported and comforted me. Sakuma: This face painting will bring you good luck. Jimon: It's Oono's brother's! 100% realiable. Genda: Leave the goal in my hands!! Sakuma, Jimon I rely on you to score!! Genda: I stopped the first shoot and then the second. The more we played the more excited I was. I have never had so much fun. Since that day I protect my dear team from the goal. Haruna: Such a beautiful story! Kidou & Fudou: Is that why he paint his face? Narukami: And your favourite color? Genda: Orange! It's my lucky color!! Spanish Text: Haruna: ¡Escuchad todos! ¡Ha llegado la primera pregunta! Narukami: ¿Para quién es? Haruna: ¡Es para Genda! Genda: ¿¡Para mí!? Fudou: Je je, Sr. Popular. Haruna: Dice... *lee la pregunta* Genda: Hmm, veamos... Gojou: ¿Nada para mí? Banjou: Tío... Genda: Cuando empecé a jugar al fútbol era delantero. Genda: Pero un día nuestro portero no pudo llegar al partido porque estaba enfermo. Nuestro entrenador dijo que tendríamos que retirarnos porque no teníamos un suplent. No podía soportar algo así. Genda: Yo jugaré como portero, entrenador Miyamoto! Ent. Miyamoto: ¿Estás seguro, Genda? Genda: ¡Lo estoy! Sakuma: Genda, a ti te encanta jugar de delantero. Genda: Estaba muy nervioso al comienzo pero mis amigos me apoyaron y me animaron. Sakuma: Esta pintura de cara te traerá suerte. Jimon: Es del hermano de Oono, 100% fiable. Genda: ¡¡Dejad la portería en mis manos!! ¡¡Sakuma, Jimon, cuento con vosotros para anotar!! Genda: Paré el primer tiro y después el segundo. Cuanto más jugábamos más me emocionaba. Nunca me había divertido tanto. Desde ese día protejo a mi querido equipo desde la portería. Haruna: ¡Qué historia tan bonita! Kidou & Fudou: ¿Es por eso que se pinta la cara? Narukami: ¿Y tu color favorito? Genda: ¡Naranja! ¡¡Es mi color de la suerte!!

[gregorovitch-adler]

Devotion

TW: Graphic depiction of violence.

--

Gus sat at one of the bar stools as he waited for David, who had walked off, telling Gus that he'd be right back.

The bar was dimly lit and intimate. Subtle, yellow lights were hanging low, lighting up the whole place just like Gus preferred. He liked in this place a lot. He would visit here often and was even familiar with some of the waiters.

He wasn't used to being with someone, though. Usually, he just drank alone and enjoyed the solitude.

Tonight, it was different. Sitting with David, the bartender, and admiring different types of red wines made it feel like a date.

Now that was a first, he thought as he straightened his grey jacket. First in a very long time - after Max's death. Murder, he corrected himself and clenched his hand in a fist.

Once again, for the billionth time in a single day, that afternoon flashed before him as he closed his eyes.

He and Max pleading the Salamancas and Don Eladio without caring about their own dignity. Begging them to start with the meth business instead of cocaine across the US - Mexico border, so they could have an exponential boost in the business.

When a difference in opinion erupted between them, Eladio ordered Hector Salamanca to kill Max, which he did. Right on the spot.

The gunshot sound still rang through Gus's ears even today. Vividly.

Hector's bullet entered Max's temple and exited through the other side of his skull and all Gus could do was sit and stare in horror.

Gus couldn't do anything to save his long-time lover and partner. Everything had happened in a heartbeat. Max was bleeding to death, his blood pouring from his skull into the swimming pool water like a fire hose.

Gus blinked rapidly as he remembered that he was forced to stare into Max's eyes as the light went out of them and he died. Eladio had tackled Gus to the ground and was pressing him against it, as he forced Gus to watch Max die near the swimming pool.

Gus came back to the present, took a deep breath and swallowed.

Gus had never dated anyone after Max. Not ever. From that day, he'd sworn he would kill every single person in the Salamanca cartel as revenge on Max's behalf. Max deserved it. Gus owed it to the ten years of history they'd had together as partners.

For that, Gus had decided to start his own thing with the meth business years ago. He'd started to run Los Pollos Hermanos too, on the side, as a cover to the meth business, initially. He had to take care of the fast food chain alone, unable to do it with Max as he'd planned.

Presently, fourteen years later, the meth business had turned into an empire, and he'd opened ten outlets of Los Pollos Hermanos in Albuquerque.

Gus placed his forearms on the platform in front of him and sighed.

He dreamed of the day when he wouldn't have to deal with Eladio as his authority anymore, and could be free from the Salamancas' prying eyes.

That's when he would kill them all in one go.

Hector Salamanca was the last person he was going to take out. Gus would like to torture him first, the same way Hector had, all those years ago.

For now, Gus decided that he was too busy in his life to invest his time in dating.

David was a nice guy, and Gus would have liked to know him better, but he thought that David shouldn't be involved in the criminal work. What if he ended up in a similar position as Max? Gus could never handle all that emotional turmoil the second time.

Also, his schedule didn't exactly allow him to go on dates regularly. It would only distract Gus from his aim and he simply couldn't afford that.

His devotion to Max's memory was too strong.

Gus turned around, still seated on the stool. "Would you let David know that I've been called away?" he asked Brett, one of the waitresses in the bar.

"Of course, Mr. Fring," she said with a smile.

"Have a good evening." Gus smiled back, albeit a bit tightly.

"Thank you." Brett walked off to make drinks for other patrons in the bar.

Gus got up to leave the place too, with only one person in his mind and heart: Maximino Arciniega. His Max.

*

Sherlock September Challenge by @onesmallfamily (since she said we could write about a different fandom too, according to the original post).

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