#lalo salamanca x reader x nacho varga

[moonxnite]

y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

[waltywhitey]

🌟🌟 How the Breaking Bad crew would react to you coming out as trans 🥰🏳️‍⚧️🌟🌟

Notes: hi!!!! I'm a new writer and I just wanted to start with some breaking bad and better call Saul headcanons! Hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings: none

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✨ Walter White ✨

🔆 Apprehensive at first since he doesn't really understand gender

🔆 Grew up old fashioned but will eventually come around

🔆 He's a teacher so he has to be understanding and use your correct pronouns

🔆 He further explores LGBTQ+ issues and gender rights and is a proud ally

🔆 He attends Albuquerque's pride festival

✨ Jesse Pinkman ✨

🔆 He's your best friend since moving to Albuquerque

🔆 Once you tell him, he gets really excited about learning this

🔆 He's so happy that he shows you his top scars in solidarity

🔆 Jesse never told anyone that he's trans too -- bonding you both closer together

✨ Saul Goodman ✨

🔆 Doesn't understand pronouns or being gay

🔆 Admits that he was gay for a bit in highschool

🔆 He'll refer to you with your preferred pronouns so he doesn't lose you as a client

🔆 He will protect you against hate crimes

🔆 He will also fight for your right to gender affirming care

���� He also wears a trans pin next to his blue ribbon to tell other potential clients that he supports all the queers

✨ Gus Fring ✨

🔆 You are one of his employees and confide in him that another coworker called you a transphobic slur

🔆 Gus does not allow discrimination in the work place and has the coworker fired

🔆 He consoles you in his office and asks what your preferred pronouns are and promises to make sure everyone refers to you as such

🔆 During June, Gus has a special trans meal that comes with a free trans flag and all proceeds go to an LGBTQ+ organization

🔆 Los Pollos Hermanos also has a float in the Albuquerque pride festival

✨ Mike Ehrmantaut ✨

🔆 Silence

✨ Skyler White ✨

🔆 You're best friends with her son, Walt Jr.

🔆 She's seen you grow up so when you come out as trans she's a bit shocked

🔆 At first she'll ask how you know and forbid Flynn from hanging out with you

🔆 Her son bashes her for being transphobic and says that he is going to run away

🔆 Skyler calms down and thinks things through

🔆 Eventually she promises to not be transphobic around you

🔆 At first she'll struggle with your preferred pronouns but she'll get it

🔆 Over time she'll become an ally and be accepting when Walt Jr. comes out as bi

✨Marie Schrader✨

🔆 You come out to Marie and she is very supportive

🔆 Marie stole your goddamn estrogen pills

✨ Hank Schrader ✨

🔆 You're one of Marie's coworkers and best friend

🔆 She invites you over for dinner where you admit to them both that you are trans

🔆 Marie is very supportive but Hank looks at you with a face of confusion and disgust

🔆 He doesn't believe in more than two genders and that you can be a different gender than what you were born as

🔆 He refuses to use your preferred pronouns and tells Marie that he doesn't want you back in his house

🔆 Hank tells his coworkers about you and Gomez gets on to him for being transphobic

🔆 After awhile Hank is indifferent to you at the least and tries to use your preferred pronouns

🏳️‍⚧️💗 BOUNOS 💗🏳️‍⚧️

✨ Kim Wexler ✨

🔆 At first she'll be confused because she thought you were pansexual

🔆 You'll explain to her that gender and sexuality are different and she'll quickly catch on

🔆 Once you tell her your preferred pronouns, she'll immediately start using them

🔆 She'll research all about LGBTQ+ history and current issues and promises to fight against any hate crime related cases for you

🔆 As she furthers he studies of sexuality and gender, she later comes out as non-binary

✨ Lalo Salamanca ✨

🔆 He finds you hotter

✨ Nacho Varga ✨

🔆 You're a cousin of the Salamancas

🔆 You'll befriend him as he seems like the least menacing of Salamanca's men

🔆 After awhile, you'll come out to him and he'll be shocked at first but then happy

🔆 He congratulates you on this big step and that it wasn't easy coming out to a member of the cartel

🔆 He'll ask what your preferred pronouns are and uses them right away

🔆 He eventually asks you to join his polycule

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✨ Chuck McGill ✨

🔆 Dies

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✨ Howard Hamlin ✨

🔆 You work for HHM as a paralegal

🔆 Howard spots the paperwork for a name change on your desk and questions you

🔆 You come out as trans and he'll be gladly shocked

🔆 He'll ask what your preferred pronouns are and enforce them with the whole company

🔆 He'll even offer to drive you down to the court for you to finalize the name change

(Tumblr has a 10 images per post limit I'm sorry Nacho and Howard 💔)

[cherrybean]

Lana Del Rey songs that remind me of the BB & BCS characters

!!!Spoilers for some of them!!!

Domingo/Krazy 8

- Queen of Disaster

- Lyric: “got me spinnin’ like a ballerina, feeling gangsta’ every time I see ya”

- Mainly the little twinkle sounding beginning of the song reminds me of Krazy 8 because he has beautiful big eyes 😩 the first time I saw him I felt like he never really fit into the harsh world of drugs because he seems like a more timid/sweet person ☹️

Tuco Salamanca

- Ultraviolence

- Lyric: “he hit me and it felt like a kiss”

- This man is VERY violent 💀 need i say more

Eduardo/Lalo Salamanca

- Million Dollar Man

- Lyric: “you’ve got the word, but baby at what price?”/“Youre screwed up and brilliant”

- Another beautiful man and the song is about someone who is so irrevocably in love with someone to the point they’ll ruin themselves for them, aka me for him 🫶🏽

Ignacio Varga/Nacho

- Get Free/ Dealer

- Lyric: “sometimes it feels like I got a war in my mind, I wanna get off, but I keep riding the ride”/ “gave you all my money, I don’t wanna live, I don’t wanna give you nothing”

- A very sad man, I love nacho so much and I feel like he is stuck in the world of drugs and sadly is his demise in the end😭 my heart aches for him

Jesse Pinkman

- Black Beauty/ High by the Beach

- Lyric: “life is beautiful, but you don’t have a clue”/ “I’ll do it on my own, don’t need your money, money to get me what I want”

- Jesse seems like a very sad soul who is still very bright and hasn’t let his past experiences dim his light, the second lyric is mostly what I think he’d think of Walter

Walter White

- Money Power Glory

- Lyric: “but that’s not what this bitch wants, not what I want at all, I want money, power and glory”

- Literally his endgame 💀 he wanted money, power and the glory of doing it all

Gustavo/Gus Fring

- Fucked My Way Up To The Top

- Lyric: “I fucked my way up to the top, this is my show”

- Literally infiltrated and killed every last person who did him dirty/killed his friend/lover. Truly is HIS show

Howard Hamlin

- National Anthem

- Lyric: “money is the anthem of success, so before we go out what’s your address?”

- Show never really tells if he actually comes from old money, but guessing from his name being on the law firms business and his fathers (?) I feel like this is a fitting song 😩 I still loved Howard though 🥲 plus the way that Kim and Jimmy despise him for having a silver spoon in his mouth

Kim Wexler

- Ride

- Lyric: “I’m tired of feeling like I’m fucking crazy”

- My queen 🫶🏽 love her and she can do no wrongs. Feel like her younger life and even adult life people would tell her who she is or what kind of person she was/wasn’t and this one line stuck out to me

Saul Goodman/Jimmy McGill

- Cruel World

- Lyric: “got your bible, got your gun”/ “everybody knows that I’m the best I’m crazy, yeah yeah”

- First lyric reminds me in my interpretation of Jimmy being split between him and his alter ego and doing good in law vs playing law as his game, kind of the contradiction of having a bible and a gun (don’t come after me please). Second lyric more of him going a bit crazy in some scenes with his speeches 🤨

[asgardswinter]

Lalo Salamanca sits like this and ur gonna tell me hes sTrAIgHt ?

[richeeduvie]

if princesa woke up early to make a surprise breakfast for lalo, but found nacho shirtless in the kitchen… 🤪 and then she asks if he can help her with breakfast, he says yes but stays shirtless because it's really hot in mexico. however, lalo wakes up and sees the scene in front of him and gets furious, like "what the hell, nacho?"

"Oh, Ignacio."

He's there, shirtless in the kitchen. It's awkward for him. For Nacho, because it's her seeing him.

For Princesa, it's a bit odd. It's more awkward for her because it's just someone in their nightwear, which is pants and just pants. But really, she shouldn't feel it so wrong. It's just Ignacio.

"Hi."

"...Hey, sorry."

"No, it's-it's fine. But I'm just going to try-I was going to see if I could make breakfast for Lalo." She turns to the counter. "I was lucky, for him to be asleep, you know."

"Yeah."

Princesa breathes. She doesn't want to bother him in the kitchen if he's doing something, but she can ask. Maybe he'll know how to cook something quietly.

"...Can you help me? If you don't want to-"

"No, I'm up anyway."

...What else is he gonna do?

"Okay, great! I was just thinking pancakes, maybe."

"That sounds good."

It's 5:00am and they're making pancakes. It's fairly easy and Nacho's looking at Princesa in the softness of the sun's red. It feels like death and it's just fucking pancakes.

He pours the batter in. Princesa puts blueberries in, she's very neat with it. Nacho's eyes look to how her fingers work.

"I've also got banana. It's unsanitary to eat while you're cooking...but it's banana."

"I like mango."

"That seems right."

"...What?"

Nacho and her make pancakes for Lalo. She really was lucky for the man to be asleep. He dreams of nothing. In the few times Lalo properly sleeps, he dreams of putting sharp things into skin. Deep, which he always finds funny. Either that or something of Princesa.

"When I was a kid, I'd always eat while I was making pancakes. It was the only thing I knew how to really make. Besides cereal."

Nacho doesn't watch the way the pancake becomes a...pancake as Princesa talks with the sun coming up on her face.

"We're making enough for you, if you didn't see that. And Ciro, but we'll have to wrap the plate up for him."

"Yeah," The pancakes look good and she's making them with something that looks like love. "I saw that."

Nacho only smiles slightly when Princesa smiles up at him. They don't notice the shadow coming down in the sun.

"What is this?"

Lalo woke up pissed, he felt it in his throat and hands. Princesa's not asleep next to him - or in the bathroom, she's just...gone. She couldn't have gone anywhere, but still, what's she doing up when he's not?

They turn to Lalo and Nacho feels his chest caught in a knife. Something like a knife.

"Nacho, what's uh...what's this? Princesa, when did you wake up? Why are you cooking pancakes with nipples?"

"Lalo, I was just-it was supposed to be a surprise."

"...What kind of surprise?"

...She can't be stupid. Princesa's not stupid - but she should know how seeing her like this would make him feel...

Nothing. He feels nothing. It's just Nacho. But it feels like a dream he once had, he might have it again tomorrow.

"Just breakfast."

Lalo looks to the stove.

"Ah! Pancakes! Princesa," Lalo smooches Princesa's cheek, hand on her other. "My sweet girl. They smell so good."

He slaps Nacho's back.

"Didn't get any sweat on my pancakes, did you?"

Nacho's face has nothing on it, maybe unblinking, dead eyes as Lalo takes Princesa away from the stove. He turns it off.

"Princesa, go sit down for the meal you made, hm?"

Princesa does with a smile as she disappears from Nacho's sight. Lalo turns to him, mouth parted with the smile he had for her, but there's something different in his eyes. Something a bit knowing.

"It's not that hot, Ignacio."

Lalo's not wearing a shirt himself.

[kissingrhi]

ok ok ok

top 10 favorite better call saul headcanons.

1,2, 3 GO!

here we go!

lalo smells fantastic. like even just his natural musk is top tier. faint hints of wood and earthy tones, but very warm and comforting

jimmy blushes Extremely easily. like it's bad. he refuses to acknowledge it

kim loves sharing her clothes!!

nacho loves swimming. he loves the feeling of being underwater, or the tingle of the sun against his skin after a long day in the pool/at the beach. if you go swimming with him, he will fall in love QUICK.

howard loves healing his inner child. like watching his favorite childhood movies or eating random snacks he used to make when he was younger.

gus' belly laugh is the best thing ever. he is also extremely ticklish.

kim says she "doesn't really like being the little spoon" but somehow throughout the night you will become wrapped around her (she does not complain)

howard is a lightweight and a sappy drunk. give him like 4 shots and he's resting his head on your knees listing everything he loves about you

jimmy writes poetry in his free time and will not let anyone see it

lalo loves painting his s/o's nails!!

[genocidehim]

I can't choose who I want to see this prompt written for, so you can choose (or maybe do all of them idk 😳)

reader asks Tuco/Lalo/Nacho if she can watch him jerk off (don't ask I just have a problem) and he agrees. nsfw ensues

notes: render is female, lewd, male masturbation. words: 559 - 602 - 353

⸻Tuco

Definitely, Tuco was surprised by your request.

Maybe he had a wrong image of you, but that didn't bother him, on the contrary, your boldness truly hardened him with just the question.

Tuco wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, planting a soft kiss on your forehead as he arrived home and found you awake. He seemed still a bit animated from the kitchen, you knew it by how dilated his pupils were and his breathing faster than usual. That was when your question snapped him out of his trance.

"I was wondering if you'd like… Well… If you want to masturbate while I watch…"

Tuco smiled mischievously, his eyes lit up with a mixture of excitement and lust. He had always enjoyed exploring your desires together, pushing the boundaries to create an exhilarating experience. "Mmm… You know how to tempt me, my love" he responded in a low, seductive voice. "The idea of you watching me pleasure myself… excites me."

He grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation of revealing his most intimate desires. He loved embracing your fantasies and sharing them with him, and he was eager to take a raw glimpse into your thoughts.

"All right, my love," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "I'll show you exactly what goes through my mind when I indulge myself."

He reclined on the couch, slightly parting his legs as his hand began to travel toward the bulge in his pants. With deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned and slowly lowered the zipper, revealing glimpses of the hardened length beneath.

As he freed himself from confinement, he looked deeply into your eyes with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. The confident way he exposed himself to you was exhilarating. Quickly, he wasted no time in licking his own palm to lubricate it, taking hold of the base of his hardened and almost pulsating member. Under your critical gaze, everything felt much more pleasurable. Tuco didn't take long to move his hand up and down, just the way he liked it: fast and rough, as if trying to quickly release himself, seeking pleasure as fast as possible. His grunts were low and guttural, usually Tuco didn't hold back his excitement and was as loud as he was vulgar.

"You're enjoying watching me like this, aren't you?" he grunted as his hand moved forcefully over his cock, his hips reacting to the stimulation and moving against his hand. "You're a dirty girl, asking me to masturbate in front of you."

The room filled with moans mixing with the erotic sound of his masturbation, his pleasure intertwining with yours even though you weren't physically involved, and that only fueled Tuco's desires even more; a twisted dance of power and submission that you managed to exert over him. Tuco continued to pleasure himself, surrendering to the fantasies swirling in his mind, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge.

"Do you like hearing this?" he groaned through clenched teeth, his eyes fixed on you as desire consumed him, and when he noticed his member trembling, he knew he was about to release the thick load of semen that spilled freely into his hand and onto his pants. Despite being tired from the effort he exerted, his erection remained, and a malicious smile flooded his face as he watched you.

⸻Lalo

Lalo's eyes sparkled with a mixture of surprise and intrigue when you confessed your desire. A mischievous smile tugged at his lips, his mind already spinning with possibilities. "Mmm… Do you want to watch me pleasure myself, my little love?" he purred, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. "You know how to tempt me…"

He gently lifted your chin and looked into your eyes. His voice dropped to a husky whisper full of promise. "I would be more than happy to grant your wish." He punctuated his words with a soft nibble on his lower lip before pulling back slightly, giving you the opportunity to express any preferences or instructions you might have at the moment.

"Tell me… How would you like it, standing up? Lying down and stretched out? Or maybe in front of a mirror so you can see all the angles?" The possibilities seemed endless in Lalo's mind as he waited for more guidance from you.

"I think I just want to see you pleasuring yourself. Like you would any day. I want you to tell me what you think about when you masturbate."

Lalo smiled, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and desire. His hand moved to gently caress your thigh as he leaned closer again, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Mmm… Do you want to know what goes through my mind when I pleasure myself? How deliciously naughty."

He shifted in his chair, settling slightly as he took a more comfortable position. Her gaze riveted on you, her low, seductive voice sounded like music to your ears. "When I touch myself, my thoughts often drift to you, my love... Imagining your soft lips on mine, your hands exploring every inch of my body." He paused for effect, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

He unbuckled his belt as he kept his dark gaze on you, you could tell how his cock was begging to be released from his blue jeans, as his erection popped and showed as hard as it was, he reached up to you and extended his hand towards your face

"Do me the honor, little love…" his mischievous smile remained on his face, his mustache curved in such a way that he looked as attractive as he had ever looked before.

Without hesitation, you helped him lubricate his hand so he could work better, licking his salty palm as you lingered on his fingers, increasing his arousal

"I'm also thinking of taking control... Domination…" His voice took on a darker tone as he continued, bringing his hand lubricated with your saliva and massaging the tip of his aching cock with need "I imagine tying your hands and teasing you relentlessly until you beg me to release you..." A glint of dominance danced in his eyes as he described the scenario, as shameless as he could only be.

His hand moved slowly and precisely, just as he was fascinated by it, you could feel how his grip was hard and firm, almost as if he wanted to feel as much pressure as possible "I imagine your pretty little pussy squeezing me… Your sweet little mouth taking all of my cock…. How hot you feel around me."

Lalo normally didn't usually masturbate and ejaculate instantly, not when he was so imaginative and preferred to think of erotic scenarios while pleasuring himself, but under your hungry gaze and the thrill of the moment, it didn't take him long to release several whitish spurts that spread all over his shirt and hand. Panting due to his intense climax so sudden but powerful.

⸻Nacho

Nacho felt a surge of surprise at your request, but he kept his cool. He understood that intimacy could take different forms for different partners and was willing to explore new experiences with you. "If that's something you're interested in, mi amor…" he replied softly, his voice tinged with curiosity and desire. "I'm open to trying it. Watching you watch me pleasure myself… Mmm."

He leaned closer, placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips "Tell me exactly how you would like me to do this for you? Should I undress slowly? Or should I start touching myself right away?"

"I think I just want to see you giving yourself pleasure… Like you would any day…"

Ignacio placed one of his hands on her thigh as his other hand slid down to her groin area. With deliberate slowness, he began stroking himself through his pants, rubbing the bulge that had formed there.

A soft moan escaped Nacho's lips as he leaned back in the chair, letting himself be carried away by the pleasure. "Normally, I don't usually do this... Not when I can have you at any time…" he confessed breathlessly. "But when I do, I think of your soft touch…. Your eager mouth…"

His movements became more pronounced as he continued to stroke himself through the fabric, each movement accompanied by shudders of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Do you like seeing me like this? Seeing how you affect me?" he asked, his voice laced with desire and a hint of vulnerability. "Tell me… What does it do to you?"

"It's amazing… Listening to your fantasies…" Your deep voice managed to increase the excitement inside his pants "Do you think about how tight I am around you?"

Nacho grunts and has to unbutton his pants apt to free his aching cock, massaging it without lubrication as he takes advantage of your voice to feed his fantasies "All the time… I do it all the fucking time…"

But masturbation wasn't something that satisfied Nacho, he needed more and almost watched you with pleading eyes as he begged "Please… Help me here…"

[sardonic-the-writer]

Better Call Saul characters with saying I love you for the first time? Don’t care who you have but can it at least include Howard and Nacho?

yeah sure! slight spoilers for season five.

—JIMMY ☆

The first time Jimmy ever tells you he loved you happened after his trek through the desert. He had come back, sunburnt to hell and dehydrated out of his mind. Looking like he had just dragged a few bags of bricks from hell and back—which wasn't far off from the truth. So when you picked him up, fingers anxiously tapping on your steering wheel, it was the most he could do to reassure you with a slight squeeze of your hand.

Only once you had gotten back home and lowered him into a cool bath did Jimmy close his eyes, letting a small 'I Love You' slip from his chapped lips. Which were swiftly rewarded with a kick kiss, the first genuine smile breaking out on his face in days.

—KIM ☆

You said it to her first.

Kim has a difficult time reading people and their emotions outside of her workplace, something that bled into your relationship together. Of course, you understood, taking your time with her and getting comfortable as a pair. That's why it took so long for you to say anything to her that would take your relationship to the next level.

It most likely occurred on some random movie night. The both of you in sweatpants sitting on the couch watching a black and white movie, curled around each other and just forgetting about life's worries. She took a moment to pause the movie, facing you and your caring gaze. Kim captured your lips in a soft kiss after a moment, washing away any worries that might have been lingering at her delayed response.

—HOWARD ☆

HMM had the privilege of being the place where Howard first confessed the true depth of his love for you.

He hardly could sit still. It was the third boring meeting of the day, discussing something he couldn't care less about when you were sitting next to him. It was all he could do to contain his giddy feelings, occasionally nudging your foot foot under the table with a barely contained smile. So the minute after everyone had slowly trickled out of the conference room, he caught the tail end of your suits cuff, pulling you into a heart melting kiss, both of your teeth occasionally clicking together on accident.

"You know what?" He mummbled against your lips, his own buzzing with electricity. "I think I love you."

"I think I love you too Howie."

—NACHO ☆

Part of the reason Nacho was so invested in you was the feeling he got when catching a glimpse of you. It was one he didn't feel often anymore; after getting involved with the drug ring and such. One of security. Warmth. Being home. The only other person who ever made him feel like that was his dad. And things hadn't been going to well in that department lately.

Nacho was quiet around you. Not the same stony kind of silence he presented in his pine of work. That was pure defensiveness, not letting anyone see into his head unless he wanted them too. No, around you he was quiet becuase he preferred to hear your voice. To listen to you talk to him about your day and carry on a conversation just by looking at him for a non verbal response. He loved how you knew what he was trying to say without actually saying it.

"I love you (Y/n)." He had mummbled into your hair one evening—between your tales of horrid days working in customer service. "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone."

—LALO ☆

Light had barely begun to peak through the curtains, and Lalo was already rolling out of bed with a sigh. Pulling away from your warm embrace, yet another night without sleep plauging his mind with things he had to do today.

"Sorry querido." He would chuckle, slipping into more formal clothing as you quietly called for him to come back to bed. "You know I have to go tend to some things."

His smile softened even more as you rolled over in his direction, eyes still closed and scrunched with drowsy annoyance. Accompanied by a small frown.

"Fine. Bu' be quick. L've you."

Lalo paused, a patterned shirt draped over his bare shoulder in the moment. You would later remember the dozens of kisses he peppered across your face in a moment of adoration, mirroring your accusation of love in between each one.

"Por dios serás mi muerte."

[slamminslamminmcgill]

dropped an ask then had a lightbulb moment so you get to hear it. what do you think about a reader with a Nacho n Lalo sharing situation? Lalo going a bit rough one time [thinking the dacryphilia one!!!!!!!!!], Nacho hearing n coming in n mediating, trying to give the reader comfort by petting their hair or murmuring to them through it, but Lalos busy using them to get off saying “pshhhh it’s fine” n having his way til they’re overstimmed, sobbing into Nachos lap until Lalo finishes, all of them knowing the reader doesn’t get to come even if Lalo goes for round 2 […but maybe Nacho will fix that later ;)]

NACHO GIRLIES I PROMISED I WOULD FEED YOU!!!!!! haven't written him AT ALL since jefe (and he was just There 🧍‍♂️) so this been a long time coming 😌 hehe cumming giggity

this ended up being really long so i put it under a cut. i actually wanted to keep going w/ this so i may add on to it and put it on ao3 later 😳

combining w/ this ask

warning: dacryphilia, degradation, orgasm denial, dubcon

anatomical terms: cunt/dick (reader's), coño/cunt/cock/verga (nacho's), dick/cock (lalo's)

Lalo had invited you and Nacho into his home, welcoming you with open arms. He gave you the grand tour, proclaiming that you both would live like kings in your time with him, and you could see why. His house practically was a heavily guarded castle; only thing missing was a moat. He had introduced you to his staff, his people, and they all were so excited to have you. They seemed like a genuinely nice bunch.

You wondered if they could hear you right now.

They probably could. You weren't exactly quiet, quite the opposite, actually. You were wailing and blubbering as Lalo pounded into your cunt, his coke nails leaving indents in your skin as he gripped the back of your knees.

You were choking back tears, snot, and your orgasm as you begged for lenience. “Lah… *sniff* Lah-loh… Lalo, Lalo, Lalo... Too… *hic* Too much… I can't..."

"Yes you can," Lalo answered for you, "You can take it. You wanna be a good boy for me, right? Then you have to wait for me to tell you. We're not done yet."

You whined and moaned as he continued his onslaught. You were loud. Loudly sobbing and sniffling as he thrusted into you. Loud squelching and skin slapping reverberated around the room. You remembered all those kind people he introduced you to today, and you prayed to God that they were all asleep. You wouldn't be able to bear the humiliation otherwise.

Luckily, they all were. But someone else wasn't.

Nacho couldn't get a wink of sleep. First from anxiety, and then because he heard something. Something that sounded serious. Stupidly, he went to go investigate. He rubbed his eyes, blinded by the light as he cracked open the door to Lalo's room. “Hey, is everything alright? I thought I heard someone cry-" Once he took his hand away from his face, he was then blinded by the traumatizing (to him at least) sight of Lalo Salamanca's bare ass. "Oh my GOD, dude, really?!”

You yelped and buried your face in your hands, embarrassed to be so exposed. Lalo didn’t care. He didn't slow down. He didn’t even turn to look at Nacho. “That’s what happens when you don’t knock, cabrón (asshole)!” He laughed.

“Shit, man, I thought I heard someone crying and…” Nacho got a better look at you and stopped short. Someone was crying. You were crying. What the fuck? What the hell was going on? Was this even consensual? Had Lalo been violating you the whole time you three had worked together? He gulped in fear and tried in vain to question his boss, “Aren’t you going too hard, you think?”

“Nah, he’s fine. He can take it. He likes it rough.” Lalo grunted. He hoisted your legs up onto his shoulders, and used one of his now free hands to reach behind him and beckon Nacho over. “Debes venir aquí y míralo. Verás que lo quiero decir. Él es un putito sucio, no te preocupes. (You should come and watch. You’ll see what I mean. He’s a dirty little slut, don't you worry.)” Lalo stopped moving his hips and pulled your hands away to get your attention. “Look! Say hi to Nachito!" He made you wave at him. "He’s gonna come watch for a bit. You must've been pretty loud to make him worry about you, eh? He just wants to make sure that you’re okay. Can he watch? Just for a little while, nene (baby), I promise.”

Your cheeks were bright red and boiling hot, tears bubbling down that did nothing to quench the flame. You looked over at Nacho, who had a look of genuine concern on his face, and then back up at Lalo, who looked cheery as ever. You sniffled and stuttered your answer, "O-Okay..."

Lalo cackled. "Alright! Now it's a party!" He glanced over his shoulder back at Nacho. "C'mon! Get over here. I won't bite! Well, not you at least. Unless you want me to." He winked and clicked his tongue at him.

Nacho sighed, really regretting his decision to be the hero right about now. Had he just chosen to mind his own business, he could’ve been lying in his room, maybe even asleep and oblivious, getting some decent fucking shut-eye for the first time in his goddamn life. Instead, his big mouth had bought him the brilliant responsibility of babysitting his batshit crazy boss’s bedroom behavior. He could rob the Patrón distillery and it wouldn’t get him enough alcohol to drink this memory away. He approached the bed begrudgingly, arms crossed over his chest. "How do you want me?"

Lalo's hands snuck around your waist and lifted you up, pressing your chest against his own. He spoke to Nacho as if you weren't even there. "Sit behind him. I’ll put him in your lap. And be nice to him, okay? He’s sensitive."

The irony of that statement was not lost on Nacho. He rolled his eyes as he climbed onto the bed, sitting down behind you criss-cross applesauce, y'know, as you do in a completely normal situation like this. Lalo laid you down gently so your head could rest in the other's lap, just like he said. Nacho brushed your hair out of your face, and as your eyes met his, his expression went from frustration to trepidation. At least, that's it looked like upside down. He didn't want to risk making things worse for you, so he mouthed the words: Are you okay? You nodded, and that seemed to relax him a little.

"See? There we go! Everything's fine." Lalo cooed and caressed your cheek. "Are you ready, conejito (bunny)?"

Nacho cringed at the pet name, but you loved it. "Mhm..." you whispered.

Having gotten the green light, Lalo took hold of your thighs, pushed them up to your chest, and got back to work, recklessly pistoning his hips into you like you were nothing more than a hole for him. Like you were a sex doll, a tiny little thing that he could manipulate however he wanted, however would make him feel the best. The new position let him reach even deeper, making you cry even harder. "Ah! Lalo! Lalo! Mmh! F-Fu- *sniff* Fuck... Fuck me! *sniff* Fuck me!"

"I am, sweetheart!" Lalo smiled at you, then Nacho. "See how much he likes this? I told you he's a slut."

As much as he hated to admit it, Nacho was fascinated by this, by you more specifically. There was no doubt in his mind that you were enjoying yourself, but you were crying, practically howling like you wanted it to stop, like you were in agony, but it wasn't agony. It was ecstasy.

For you, at least. For Lalo, it was business as usual. He was definitely enjoying it, but he was eerily calm about the whole thing, barely even breaking a sweat. He could even crack a joke at Nacho's expense. "Si tu coño sea la mitad bueno que esto, tal vez deberé probarlo después, ¿verdad? (If your cunt is half as good as this, maybe I'll have to try it out later, right?)"

Nacho ignored him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. He just gazed down it you, almost in awe. He gently stroked your hair, making you nuzzle into his touch as you sobbed. "Does it feel good?" he asked you.

Your eyes slammed shut as you moaned, "Yes! Yes, god, yes! Ah! So *hic* good! So good! *sniff* God... *sniff* it's... *sniff* so... *sniff* good! Fuck me! Fuck me more!" You weren't sure who you were talking to anymore.

Lalo assumed it was him. "Dios mío, muñequito (My god, doll), you are shameless!" He teased, "Now, just because we have a guest doesn't mean the rules change. You can't cum until I say so." He spanked your ass to punctuate his statement, before attempting to engage Nacho in conversation again, "Está tan necesitado. Siempre me está rogando que le deje a venir. Es una lástima que no tengas una verga, si no dejaría tocarte el turno en él. Es lindo, ¿verdad? (He's so needy. He's always begging me to let him cum. It's a shame that you don't have a cock, otherwise I'd let you take a turn on him. He's cute, right?)"

"S-Sí, él es... (Yeah, he is...)" Nacho responded, his eyes not leaving you as you writhed in his lap. Maybe if he stared at you long enough, his eyes would blur out everything but your face, and Lalo and his dick would fade into obscurity.

But they didn't. Lalo's presence only got more intrusive as he neared his peak. "Mierda, estoy cerca... Tan apretado... (Shit, I'm close... So tight...)" He groaned, "Acá, agarra sus manos. Voy a venir dentro de lo (Here, grab his hands. I'm gonna cum inside of him.)" Nacho did as he asked, taking your wrists in his hands, holding you down so Lalo could have his way with you. Lalo sighed in approval at him, "Good boy," and then at you, "You too. Such good boys, the both of you." He stroked your cheek and wiped your tears with his thumb. "I'm gonna cum inside you, pretty boy. Doesn't that sound nice? Gonna be so... ngh... so nice and full... fuck..." Lalo gave a few more hard thrusts before he buried himself inside you, humming as he filled you to the brim with his cum. You trembled and whimpered underneath him, squirming against Nacho's grasp, your dick painfully hard and untouched, longing for attention.

Lalo pulled his cock out, hissing in delight as he watched his cum spill out of you. "Oh, look at that. Gorgeous." He tapped your cheek again so you could open your eyes. "You stay right here. I'm gonna go get us all something to drink, okay?" Lalo kissed your forehead and climbed off the bed, directing his next line to Nacho, "Don't try anything funny, you hear?" He laughed as he cloaked himself in a silk bathrobe and left the room, heading for the kitchen, leaving the door wide open. What? His house, his rules.

You and Nacho stared at each other awkwardly, your chest rising and falling as you worked on stabilizing your breath. How the fuck do you start a conversation after that? Nacho cleared his throat to make an attempt. "So, uh... he doesn't let you finish?"

You shook your head. "N-No... Not until he says so..."

Nacho frowned. "That's not cool..." He listened intently for a second, sighing when he heard movement downstairs. Lalo was gone. Now was his chance. "Here..." He took your neglected dick between two fingers and started to stroke you.

"...Let me help."

[pastureprincess]

finished bcs and had a word vomit about my boywives. this is the result

Nacho’s kisses are hard. He doesn’t take his time, he attaches his lips to yours like if they came apart, they might never meet again. He’s impatient, doesn’t wait for your tongue to call his, but his knocks at the door of your lips, loud and greedy, and he enters without waiting for an answer. Not because he doesn’t care for one, but because the answer lies in your own desperation, and he’s there, attentive and knowing. His breath is heavy behind your ear, like the heat radiating from your body isn’t enough to warm him, so he pulls you closer and closer for more.

Lalo’s kisses are tender and teasing. He has all the time in the world to paint every crevice of your lips with his tongue, and he knows it. His hands dance from your cheeks, down to your neck and down the valley to your shoulders, sending waves of desires through you, as he massages devotion into your hips and adoration embraces you like a blanket. You don’t have to wonder what Lalo’s intentions are, he makes them clear with every contact he makes with your skin. A kiss to your forehead from Lalo tells you just as much as a drunken spiel, and you can always expect plenty of both.

[idkelly]

RED NAILS

• Lalo salamanca x fem!reader, with some nacho too (best of both worlds), HEAVY on slowburn, and i love hurt comfort so bear with me

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CHAPTER TWO

The casino was a safe space, for (Yn) at least, because it was her favorite skill—gambling and playing with predictions and percentages. She was known for it, and everyone knew her hands always pulled the best cards in the game.

Yes, the new Mexico casino was nothing like the one back home in Mexico, but business is business. Walking in, she didn’t grab any attention, which was better for her sake at the moment.

Only her father and brothers knew of her existence right now, plus Mike and a few others. but to the outside world, the new family was long gone from the public’s eye.

She hummed along to the music as she made her way to the back office, opening the door slowly, "Pa?"

“Hola bonita," as always, a cigarette was between his fingers and a book was spread in front of him. The lights were pretty dim, and the doctor told him it was better for his eyesight.

"I found him."

"Varga?"

"Hmm, when’s the next step?"

 "Tomorrow"

It was perfect. The plan and her needs were aligned. Her car needed a checkup, and she herself needed to check up on someone.

She found herself at the front desk of Ignacio's dad's workshop, and she was quite surprised he had some good business going despite his age.

 “Hola," the old man greeted her as soon as he heard the bell ring.

 "Hola.  ¿Cómo estás?" 

"Welcome. How can I help you?" He switched to English so fast, do I really look that white-washed?

"I was hoping to get a checkup on my car."

He nodded and turned to the back, where he yelled his son's name, telling him to go up front.

(Yn) couldn’t help but smile when she saw the look on his face when he recognized her; his steps slowed for a second as he gathered his thoughts as to what she was doing here.

The man brought his son only to be a translator between the two; therefore, Yn  didn’t need to show her ability to speak Spanish.

 In the middle of talking, the dad was called back in. with an apologetic look, he said, "I'm sorry, Senorita. My son will help you, okay?" and with that, he walked off.

 "How’d you find me?"

 (Yn) scoffed, looking to the side, though she could feel Ignacio's stare burn holes through her skull.

"Why are you here?"

"I can't get my car checked out now?."

 The man kisses his teeth in annoyance. What the hell was she doing here? "We both know you’re not here just for that."

 "Well, a little birdie told me that not only you’re a drug dealer, you’re also a card thief. I mean, shit, if you wanted some, I would’ve given you my Pokemon collection; it’s very exclusive."

 If someone were to animate the view from (Yn)’s eyes, they would’ve drawn steam out of Ignacio's ears.

 "I'm just saying you underestimated how big of an idiot you were. He went to the police for those cards, and now they’re snooping around."

 "Sounds like you have a problem, young lady," he said, taking a step back, ready to leave.

 "First of all, it’s an us problem; second of all, I'm pretty sure I'm older than you," he continued along his way until she stopped him dead in his tracks.

 "Are you really not that scared of Tuco Salamanca?"

 And there he is again, right in front of Yn, with his hands crossed over his chest.

 "I know you don’t play ball, so to speak, and Tuco finds out about your little side business. I think we both know the end to that."

 "Who are you?" he finally asked; that question had been on his mind for the whole day yesterday.

 "Me? I'm nobody," same dumb smile she always uses.

 "To put an end to this before it even starts, you give me the baseball cards, 10,000 in cash, and you net roughly $60,000."

 Ignacio chuckled then went back to his serious face, "And how exactly does that work?"

 (Yn) stayed quiet for a bit, saying, "Before I continue, you really have amazing eyelashes, im jealous."

Well, that took him by surprise; he didn’t show it obviously, but still, it startled him. However, his thoughts were soon interrupted by her continuing her speech.

He was impressed by her plan, and more so by her way of convincing him so easily to take part in it.

What stood out about her to him was the way she held eye contact; sure, it was common in the business to establish power and shit, But with her, it was almost more to get even with whoever she was looking at. He couldn’t put a finger on how he felt about it, her.

(Yn) wasn’t there when the final deal was happening, but Mike was, and she told him about the plan as she dropped him off near where he worked; it wasn't hard to find that one either.

The rest of the day she spent at the casino with her brothers; her father was now back home. The place was her brother's, where she was carrying out her business, which was her casino back in Mexico.

Here, the family was invisible, though; it wasn’t common knowledge who owned this place.

After a few hours, Yn  finally decided to head back home to her cat and maybe watch a movie while cuddling. The woman’s schedule was really, really empty; she could do as she pleased day and night.

As she unlocked the door, she could hear her cat calling her through the kitchen, but instead of coming to her, she had to fully realize who was sitting down on her sofa.

hard eyes.

 "Do you want coffee or tea?" she said as she kicked off her shoes and walked over to the kitchen.

 "Is this really your response to finding a stranger in your home?"

 "A stranger is someone you don’t know."

 A scoff could be heard, along with footsteps indicating he followed her to where she was; to his surprise, she was already making dinner, pasta, he presumed. with two plates set on the table.

 Was she serious? "Well, I don’t know you."

"So you willingly barged into a stranger's home, pretty clever," she laughed. "Did you follow me?"

“No, I dug a bit and found you," she couldn’t help but laugh more at his attempt.”I noticed the van that was following me yesterday, plus, if you dug around about me, you wouldn’t be here."

"Why are you here, anyway?" she said as she filled up the two plates with salsa and set the remaining in the middle if either of them had wanted seconds.

 He sat down, examining the dish. It was nicely made and fairly appetizing, especially after a long day of work. On the other side of the table, she sat leaning over to him, and there it is,  her stare.

 "Why do you do that?"

 "Do what?"

 "Stare"

"Does it bother you?"

 It was definitely a no, but he couldn’t say that, and on the other hand, he couldn’t say yes either.

 "Does Tuco not pay you enough so you make money on the side?" With that, Ignacio let out a big sigh and set his utensils aside.

 "The problem isn’t my salary or anything; Tuco is a ticking time bomb; he didn’t mind putting a bullet between a guy’s eyes just because he got a weird look from him, let alone me."

 "Your face has good bone structure; keep it that way," she said as she slipped the pasta into her mouth again. He didn’t know if these were compliments or not; she didn’t say them in a flirtatious manner, definitely more like she stated facts from a powerpoint presentation.

 After a moment of silence, he said, "Your cooking is amazing; where’d you learn it from?" She could tell he liked it by how he was devouring what was presented in front of him.

"My father’s an amazing cook, but I was the only one who got his talent; my two brothers

They learned to gamble from me instead."

 So she does have a family. Though she was an orphan or something.

"gamble?"

"Yes! My favorite hobby is real. I could do it for hours, plus I know all the tricks."

"okay show me sumn' "

 "I’m in a good mood today, so I'll  show you a few."

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and jokes. (Yn) gave the guy a lesson on games and cheats while his eyes filled with interest in what she was showing him, but either way, they both knew the night had to come to an end.

As Ignacio was at the door, ready to step out, he looked back to the woman who had greeted him goodbye a few seconds earlier, sitting on her couch peacefully petting her cat while watching TV. He really forgot why he came here in the first place.

Yn'’s mind filled with what she could do now to avoid her boredom, but as soon as she received a certain voice call from a specific person, she knew the next few days were going to be eventful.

She watched as Krazy-8 walked out of that door looking like his legs were about to give out at any given moment, yet he was sure fast enough to drive away in his vehicle. giving Yn her moment to shine.

She dresses nicely for the occasion for once, letting her hair down and doing her makeup, just taking care of herself before this whole shitshow goes down.

Parking her car next to Tuco’s and purposely bumping into it a little bit was the easy part; now she has to go in and embrace what’s going to happen.

Tuco was already staring at her in disbelief; he definitely saw what happened through the big classroom window, looking absolutely furious, while Nacho turned around after a few seconds and did his heart drop— is she everywhere?

"Hey!" She heard Tuco call out when she walked by their table to the register, but she pretended she didn’t hear them.

"Hello! Um.. can I get the number four, please, on the go?" She said this while smiling to the man before her, who went to work right away in order to avoid the scene that was about to happen.

"Yo chica, hey," she felt a hand guide her to turn around as she was met by none other than Tuco, who stood beside him, Ignacio. "You just hit my car."

"Huh? I hit your car?" Tuce chuckled at Varga. This bitch’s acting dumb.

"See, that car that you parked your piece of shit next to?" That’s mine, and you’ve just run into it."

"Oh well, I guess I could’ve and I didn’t notice, so my apologies, sir," she smiled and turned around, collecting her order and mumbling a small thank you before rushing out.

She could hear Tuco yelling not to get away from him, but the altercation needed to happen outside.

"Don’t you walk away from me!" Ay, puta!"

All the talking was done by the salamanca, while Varga stayed awfully quiet. Even Tuco noticed a slight change in demeanor on his end.

"You see that! You did that!" he said, pointing to the tiniest dent known to mankind.

"That’ll buff right out, now if you’ll excuse me—

As she was getting ready to open her car door, she felt a hand grab her by the shoulder and swing her all the way around, face to face with Tuco.

"You’re not leaving until you pay for this."

"If money is all you need, I've got great insurance."

Once again, with his hand that’s still glued to her, he shakes her to stop talking that nonsense.

"I ain’t messing around with no insurance, bitch, cash."

"Listen, I've barely got cash on me, so if you just give me your information, I’ll send it to you through insurance."

Thud.  Now (Yn) was sandwiched between Tuco salamanca and a wall; her head began to hurt already; maybe doing this herself was a bad idea, but she knew Mike would follow up with the deal, and she couldn’t let that happen; it won’t help her in the long run, and she needed all the salamanca alive.

So she'd have a black eye from one of them—not a big deal.

"You’re pretty, but a pretty awful liar." "I saw your wallet earlier; you've got plenty."

"That’s for my rent; it’s due today, and I can’t— ugh

Tuco’s ring was sure to leave a mark on Yn'’s cheek. Her head is already spinning. Why do I do this to myself?

"Just give him the money." This time it was Ignacio who spoke; no emotions were displayed, though his voice was almost like a whisper.

(Yn) looked at him and then forward to meet the loco eyes of Tuco Salamanca. she chuckled.

"I ain’t giving you shit."

The police sirens could be heard coming this way. "It’s time to bounce," Ignacio said, but his partner didn’t budge; instead, he ordered Nacho to leave and let him finish this business.

[moonxnite]

I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.

[cherrybean]

What songs that Lalo/Nacho and Lacho would f*ck you to ❤️‍🔥

This is a bit older as i meant to publish this on my birthday haha. Hope you guys enjoy 💗

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-Straight up smut/p*rn

-Not much of a plot

COMPLETED :

Lalo Salamanca

- “All Mine” Brent Faiyaz

- This man is the definition of a toxic relationship

- If you listen to the lyrics it’s about a toxic situationship in which they have a good connection, mainly sexually (lmao) but you can tell there’s still some deep emotions there

- Lalo would definitely sing the lyrics to you while he’s pounding into you

The music filled the room, as your moans bounced off the walls. Lalo gripped the sides of your mouth as he bucked his hips into yours, filling you up to the brim. “Say it princesa” he’d coo watching as your eyes rolled back into your head. “L-lalo” you pathetically moaned as you tried to concentrate on what he was asking of you, as if you could concentrate on anything else but your your legs hoisted up on his shoulders in a mating press. “Dimelo muñequita” (tell me little doll) Lalo said assertively. “I’m yours” you managed to get out as he continued to pound into you as the headboard started to smack against the wall. His thrusts were relentless as Lalos callused fingers gripped your breasts and he twirled your nipple, causing a small yelp to leave your lips. “Lalo please” you whined as he started to slow down his movements now to follow the rhythm of the song. “But you look so good like this muñequita” Lalo said grinning, “look at my little slut beginning to climax”. To be continued…

Nacho Varga

- “Wicked Games” The Weeknd

- Feel like he listens to The Weeknd lmaoo

- This song mainly because The Weeknd talks about leaving his girl and messing with someone else…so he’d be messing with you while having his other women at home

Nacho had picked you up after a stressful day of dealing with his boss. You didn’t care as you were parked out in the middle of nowhere as your face was on the cold leather seats as he hit it from the back. The stereo playing music to mask your moans as Nacho dug his hands into your hips. “Nacho right there” you moaned as he had one knee on the leather seat to be able to angle into your perfect spots. Your makeup had been ruined, but it usually was any night he would call you up to meet in his car. With one eyelash on and the other other already on the car seat, all you could do was grip the leather seat with your nails. “Fuck, you feel so good” Nacho would groan as he’d bend over to grip your face forcing you to look back at him. “Look at me hermosa” Nacho said as you felt the tears in your eyes form from the pleasure. To be continued…

Lacho

- “Streets” Doja Cat

- Nacho would be the only man Lalo would ever “share you with”

- This would be a one time thing only…or would it ;)

You didn’t expect to be in this situation. One moment you were asking for the aux in the car, the next Lalo was snaking his had up your mini skirt as the rough pad of his fingers found your clothed clit. “Lalo no” you’d whisper not trying to let Nacho, who was driving, know what was going on in the back. You tried to close your thighs around his hand, but knocking Lalo he’d just use his other hand to pry your legs open. You’d try and stifle your moan as Lalo would move your panties to the side to get better access. You couldn’t help but notice that Lalo was holding a conversation with Nacho as if he didn’t have his hand up your skirt.

….

Tears brimmed in your eyes, gagging on Nachos dick as Lalo lined himself up behind you. “Tell me if it’s too much princesa” Lalo would say before slowing entering you. You couldn’t help but moan causing Nacho to throw his head back as it sent vibrations down his dick causing you to gag more. To be continued…

[asgardswinter]

The feminism leaving my body everytime i see this scene in Better Call Saul

[richeeduvie]

No cause let’s think back to the MadmanNacho!AU where he gets Princesa first and Lalo tries to convince her that topless sleepovers are platonic 😭 but Nacho would love making out with her. Really. He would lose control. That’s hot. Lalo slowly loses his charm and ability to control his jealousy over this woman who he is not with. Sometimes Princesa wakes up and Nacho’s arms are suffocating. Hot.

[kissingrhi]

oh shit bro!!! ok! ahh if you have time and you would like to, would you have anything at all in the realm of hurt/comfort for lalo and/or nacho? ngl im down in the pits and ur writing is like a grilled cheese sandwhich on a cold rainy day, its amazing.

idk, maybe the reader is kind of going through it mentally and hella withdraws from everyone which causes conflict bc ahhh cartel work or something (idk man i dont deal drugs) and so The Boys go and check up on u bc "dude did you die or something?" (bc cartel stuff yknow?) and YOURE like "no i didnt die im just vibing bro but the vibes are tainted and gross" and theyre like "cool lets fix that." yknow? idk man the world is your oyster, i trust you. go nuts. but only if you would like to and have the time, i dont wanna pressure you to do anything homie :,) i hope u have a good day.

by far the cutest ask i have ever been sent. i'm sobbing. ily. and i am a WHORE. for hurt/comfort. you just get me!

cw: this gets kind of heavy at parts! maybe releasing something subconsciously with this man idfk. some of talk of depression, anxiety, stuff of that nature. enjoy!!

you legitimately wanted to disappear. forever.

your brain was constantly scrambled, erratic, and loud. you thought of everything and remembered nothing 99.9% of the time. what you did remember was nothing short of miserable reminders of what got you to where you were. who you were. what you'd done.

the shaking of your desperate hands and shuttered breathing of your lungs were nothing compared to the mind-numbing, seemingly endless spew of unfortunate findings in the barren wasteland that was your brain.

you hadn't come into work in 3 days. it had been 3 days since you'd step foot onto the tiled floor of el michoacáno. 3 days since you'd showered. 3 days since you'd moved, besides the awkward shifting during the freezing cold in the middle of the night, when you attempted to sleep. you were miserable, and the worst part was you couldn't decipher why.

it had also been 3 days since you'd checked your phone. oblivious to the countless amount of mixed calls from some of the only contacts you had: nacho and lalo. when you finally made it to reaching your phone, shoved in the drawer of your nightstand, your eyes widened. you ruined something again.

the texts varied from

L: ¿dónde diablos estás?

N: lalo me está molestando.

to

N: hate to say it, but i miss you

L: come back pls

you felt terrible, throwing your phone back to its place with a groan, hiding under the covers like you could escape the tenderness of missing your coworkers. more specifically, your friends.

all you could try to focus on was the gentle beating of your heart, remembering the time that nacho calmed you down the first time you had a panic attack in front of him after nearly dying. his hands were ice cold against your hot cheeks, pulling the hands that were hopelessly wiping away the streaming tears all the way down to your chest.

"el corazón. no cesará. no te dejaré tampoco."

you can still recall the pattern of his slow heart that you heard while you cried against his chest.

you weren't sure how long it was until you felt a change in the air. minutes, hours, days? time was moving irrationally slow and fast all at once. you were still blankly lying against your bed, buried under your blankets. nacho felt like he was at your wake.

you were zoned out, eyes only focusing when the two men you were worried about had seemingly teleported in front of your bed. instead of dropping a sarcastic, self-deprecating joke (like you usually do), you merely turned to the other side with a dramatic sigh.

a pair of rough fingers jumped in front of your line of vision, snapping rambunctiously.

"hey, hey! what the hell, mi amigo!?" his tone was dripping with comedy. "you have no right to ignore either of us. we've been so good to you."

you knew it was lalo quickly, thanks to the delicious grandiose of his gravely voice.

you finally turned around, hearing your bones crack as you pushed yourself up to lay against your bedpost. nacho and lalo drank in your disheveled state, agitation on their faces quietly fading into a look you knew all too well: concern. you glimpsed down at nacho's hand, rubbing his thumb over something he was obviously nervous about before shoving it in his pocket.

"i-" you started, blood suddenly running cold at the what you thought to be shameful eyes staring right at you. for some reason, a lump that had been building for what felt like years finally exploded in the back of your throat, a quick tear that you attempted to wipe away slipping down your cheek, going to push away nacho's anxious hand that reached for your back.

"what? you what?" lalo's posture had completely changed, eyes softening.

the tears were flowing fearlessly now, your eyes still dim and lifeless. you seemed to be fading away, in real time. it was melancholy.

"i am not-" you swallowed, putting a hand to your heart subconsciously.

"i am not ignoring you guys." you said firmly, staring lalo right in the eyes with your stoic, but unconvincing gaze.

the two exchanged looks at each other, nacho biting the inside of his cheek, lalo scratching the back of his neck. they had no idea what to do. they killed people for a living! even if you three weren't the most fond of each other at times, you obviously cared about each other.

"i'm just adjusting. i've got a lot going on. needed some rest." you explained, pressing your fingers together so hard that when you pulled them apart, the skin eased open slowly.

"haha." you were unconvincing, and unrelenting in how much you swore that everything was just fine.

lalo was already strutting his way into the kitchen, starting on something he knew you'd like: chicken noodle soup. when you went to scold him for barging in your home, he just pressed a gentle kiss on your head, making your eyes widen because that is so unlike him.

while lalo got to work in the kitchen, nacho cautiously sat at the end of your bed. when you went to talk, still tearful and messy, nacho politely put a hand up.

"you don't have to explain yourself all the time, you know?" he asked, genuine curiosity brewing in his deep eyes.

"i mean, especially not to me or him." he nodded towards the kitchen, past your doorway. "do you see how we have spent our lives?" he asked, pressing a tickling finger into your side, grinning ear to ear when you smiled the tiniest bit.

"listen. i know how it feels." he started, eyes searching around the floor to try and put what he wanted to say politely, into terms he knew wouldn't blossom into spouts of dangerous overthinking in your unpleasantly fragile mind. he looked just about as sad as you.

"i know what it feels like to have no one understand." he finally looked up at you, hands gently pressing into your shoulders. his eyes were almost watering. maybe you were hallucinating.

you started to cry more, and his frown grew.

"please, please do not cry." he started.

"estás muy cerca de romperme el corazón." was said under his breath. mumbled like an unforgivable sin at the altar.

while his hands wiped away at your tears, he just silently told you, "we care about you. we all care about each other. we have to."

his touches that were so comfortable against your tense body led you to your bathtub, and before you knew it he was sitting on the edge of your toilet and rubbing body wash against your spine. his grimace grew at your sorrowful, hunched figure.

"please do not cry." was uttered again, like you crying would shatter his world just as much as yours.

as soon as you were dressed in fresh clothes, and your messy hair was neatly pulled away from your face, nacho brought you back to your newly cleaned bed.

you felt like your only lifeline was his warmth surrounding what felt like the arctic that you had embedded yourself in.

lalo invited himself back in, pressing a beautiful tray of chicken noodle soup onto your lap, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders with an airy sense of comedy (he pretended like the job was a massive issue to him, groaning each time he had to move, watching you deeply to see you laugh).

you just stared up at both of them, like you had never experienced this kind of care before.

if you were being honest with yourself, you definitely hadn't.

"well?" lalo started, looking right back at you. "eat." he said, almost in a way that a mother does to their child. he scolded you, but in the way that you know had the purest and most loving intentions.

when you did, you noticed the sharp, grainy pain in your throat was instantly washed away. you couldn't stop. your nutrient-deprived body scarfed down the meal, chugging the glass of water he added on the side.

"thank you guys." was all you said, looking away with a gentle smile on your face.

"are you kidding me? of course!" lalo laughed. "you just need to come coddle me every time i get sick. deal?" he asked, rubbing your head.

after hours of hugs and distracting conversations, the pair decided you were well enough to leave for the night.

"get lots of rest, okay? don't need you to lose any focus at work." lalo pointed a demanding finger at you, chest raised like he was the king of the world. "be safe."

you nodded, your head leaning into your pillow with a grin. nacho situated himself in front of you once more, reaching into his pocket. he made his way out while you read the tiny slip of battered paper.

you noticed a gorgeous blue, dried flower pressed against the right edge. in his messy handwriting you could dechiper:

"el corazón. no cesará. no te dejaré tampoco."