#nacho x twins

[littledozerdraws]

Nacho and the twins 🌭 (more under the cut + full images on patreon)

[thirdsonofeve]

Nacho lives AU but only because I want Marco and Leonel to call him Don Ignacio

[bumcheekk]

Real (he fucked hector so hard, he became a vegetable🧑‍🦽).

[girlbloggerbae13]

Princesa Salamanca

Synopsis: Set after Hector Salamanca's collapse (thank you for that Nacho!), this story follows a young woman, Sarah Jackson, or now, Sarah Salamanca, the first female Salamanca by marriage to our dear and beloved Lalo. She heads to ABQ a few weeks before him with the twins to keep an eye on the family business and our previously mentioned Ignacio Varga, a task from her lovely Eduardo. She turns heads everywhere she goes, especially being an innocent looking token gringa, and has tricks up her sleeve. Being Lalo's girl, she is quite a firecracker. Readers will slowly learn her tragic backstory (tw: drug abuse, SA, prostitution) and how she became to be the princess of the Salamanca family. Not only that, but her relationship with Lalo, Nacho, and many of our other BCS favorites will be explored.

A/N: I'm really proud of this story! I've been in love with Tony Dalton since Hawkeye, but he's such a charming devil as Lalo! This was really thought out as I watched Better Call Saul, so it might be confusing. There was no proofreading, and I can't promise that I'll follow a strict schedule with posting, but I do hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think! I'll also probably end up posting on AO3.

Chapter 1:

“You’ll go with Leo and Marco to Albuquerque, and I’ll be there in just a few weeks, okay?”

Sarah frowned as she laid in her and Lalo’s bed, crossing her arms. Her husband, Eduardo “Lalo” Salamanca, was the unexpected love of her life. She never went anywhere without him. Don’t get her wrong, she loved Lalo’s twin cousins; they were good boys, great even, but she had been by Lalo’s side since they met at her old employer’s house.

Once upon a time, Sarah was a happy UCLA education student, and after that, a mother, and then a first grade teacher. Until her son got sick and her boyfriend left. A hopeful diagnosis turned to turmoil, and in desperation, Sarah resorted to what she previously considered a dirty career: stripping. Stripping led to drugs, and drugs led to connections. Connections led to her leaving her stripping career to pursue an “entertainment career” with a man named Tuco Salamanca.

That name, Salamanca. When she followed Tuco and his job offer to his home in Mexico, she had no idea she was getting involved with one of the most powerful families in the drug business. If it weren’t for Lalo, she would still be there, working 30 hours at a time, living off of rice and cocaine, and getting beat up both physically and mentally by all of her customers. She owes him her life.

However, none of that would have happened if her son had gotten out of remission and by some miracle, lived. But that was then, and this is now. There’s not a day that goes by without her thinking of her little Sam and what could have been.

Sarah’s thoughts were interrupted by Lalo climbing into bed beside her. “Aw, princesa, are you gonna miss me?” He asked, smirking. He ran a hand over her arm and pulled her close.

“You promise you’ll be there soon?” She whispered.

“Pinky.” He stuck out his pinky finger and locked it with hers. “Besides, you know the twins love you. They’re like your number one fans! Come on kid, it won’t be so bad.”

She rolled off of him and over to her side, facing the other wall. “I suppose, but you better be quick.” Sarah sighed and dragged herself out of bed, still wearing Lalo’s boxers and floral button up from the night before, socks unevenly pulled up on her legs from all of her tossing and turning, among other things.

Lalo put his hands behind his head, linking his fingers. He watched as she moved around the room, almost tiptoeing. She was delicate, but confident. The Sarah he met wasn’t like that. She was jumpy, skittish, and afraid of her own shadow. It was pitiful, but she was all the more grateful to leave her job to come home with him. He did care for the girl, a lot more than he thought he would. At first, he just wanted to help her out, of course, and let her escape the raging hands of his cousin, Tuco. But as time went on, he was mesmerized with how she blossomed. She became less of a bird with broken wings, a malleable young girl to blow off steam with, and she started turning into a firecracker. Sarah was Lalo’s favorite thing to ever happen to him in his years in the game. She turned him soft, but he didn’t mind.

“Have you seen my black heels?”

“What do you need those heels for? You planning on seducing one of the locals down there?”

She looked at him through her reflection in the mirror above the dresser, rolling her eyes. “Lalo.”

He chuckled to himself. “Whatever, don’t help your poor girl,” she teased. “I’ll find them.” She made her way downstairs after slipping on her velvet red slippers, a gift from Lalo for learning how to drive stick-shift. He followed the young woman.

When he got downstairs, he was greeted with his cousins. “Buenos dias, primos.” They nodded in response, the typical greeting from the stoic pair. “Sarah, you’ve got to get the boys to warm up on your car ride. We can’t have them scaring the skells!”

Sarah was pouring coffee with one hand and holding a newly lit cigarette and the black heels she had apparently found in the other hand. They were likely kicked off the evening prior in the process of the couple making their way to the bedroom. “Don’t you worry Eddy,” she said with a nickname that only she could call him, “Marco and I have a lot of catching up to do.” She walked between the twins. “Word on the street is that you’ve got it bad for your gardener. Julia, is it?” She eyed him while taking a drag from the cigarette.

Marco’s twin let a slight smile escape his lips, while Marco rolled his eyes. Lalo giggled. His girl was always going to find out everything, one of her many hidden talents.

“I’ll get your bag, mi vida, but come with me real quick. I have a task for you to do for me.”

Sarah followed the older man upstairs, grabbing his hand from behind. “What is it?” She asked, with childlike curiosity, always happy to help Lalo.

In the bedroom, Lalo reached into his nightstand and pulled out a picture, handing it to her. “You know Senor Fring and his little chicken side hustle, but I need you to keep an eye on someone a little smaller. This guy, Ignacio Varga, is one of mi tio’s guys. But he give old Tio Hector some pushback before his collapse. Something about his family, his dad’s business, whatever. He’s a stubborn one, but smart. At least that’s what they say. Just, I don’t know, watch the guy, figure him out, get him to open up. You have that way about you, you know sweetheart?” Lalo tipped her chin up with his fingertips so that she was looking him in the eye. “Can you do that for me?”

She smiled softly, unconsciously batting her eyelashes and giving him the hooded eyes. “Of course.” “Good girl.” Lalo smiled back, and after tucking Varga’s picture into her bag, he took both hands to hold her face. He exhaled, then pulled her in for a kiss. When he pulled away, her lips followed him.

“Wait, wait, wait, one more for good luck,” Sarah whined, protesting as she tried to pull him back with his shirt.

“Okay c’mere.” Lalo kissed her again, slower. This time, when he pulled away, she stayed standing with her eyes closed and sighed.

“Alright, now I can go. I better see you soon.”

He walked her outside and helped her into his cousins’ car, then placed the bag in the trunk. Lalo hit the back, signaling they were good for takeoff.

“Adios princesa!” He waved goodbye, and she blew him a kiss. He pretended to catch it and bring it to his heart, then turned back to his casa grandiosa, shaking his head and smiling. That girl was going to be the death of him.

“Es vergonzoso lo mucho que se gustan,” Leo muttered to Marco.

Sarah leaned up in between the twins. “Estoy justo aquí, ¿sabes?”

[nrgs929]

Victor x Reader P¹

reminder:There are two Michaels, her brother Michael Monroe and Mike Ehrmantraut, so try to focus so as not to confuse them!

Your clothes:

*You were wearing a white, sleeveless shirt under your gray pajamas*

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At first, you and Mike(Monroe)planned to spy on Gustavo Fring's work and gather the necessary information to threaten him with it...And you were hiding the fact that you were a young woman who worked as a hired killer, because as far as you know, there are a few women in Albuquerque who work as hired killers, but most of them are men...So you started wearing these masculine clothes, hiding your protruding chest or any of your femininity, and you forced Michael to call you Louis during work or during serious and important times only.

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You were watching Los Pollos Hermanos Restaurant from your car, which was a few meters away from the restaurant, when you noticed a black car approaching the restaurant and parked in the street. You tried to look closely and saw a man coming out of it... Victor...Then you wrote down in your notebook the time, location, and what you saw specifically. Then you returned to the surveillance, and Tyrus and Victor were carrying boxes with the company’s logo on it. It seemed to be bread dough or something like that... You continued the surveillance,Then something else happened and you decided to leave and search at night, since you were a semi-nocturnal creature...

23:04

Somehow, you knew one of the branches of the crystal meth business that Gus was hiding was a car wash. You were following them with your eyes inside your car, hoping to find an entrance through which you could sneak out...With the strength of your vision, you were able to see a ventilation hole located on one side of the building, and smoothly you entered the building quietly, watching closely. Tyrus, Victor, and a number of men were guarding the place. You sneaked into Gus’s office,You were sure that no one would enter, and while you were searching the place looking for some things that might be useful to you, you came across a closed drawer, and without thinking, you broke the drawer and saw some files that you began to read and photograph,At that moment, you heard the sound of feet heading towards the office. You quickly returned the files in the place to their previous state and went next to the door. While the man was opening the door, you pounced on him, knocked him unconscious, put him under the desk and left the room,You sneakily wandered among the workers and easily left the building and returned home...

the next day

Gus discovered the broken staircase and that one of his men had been knocked unconscious after being interrogated by Mike. Meanwhile, you and your brother Michael had called him to arrange an interview with him,Gus's men greeted you and let you in, and Gus began talking to Michael to join the drug trade with him. Victor and Tyrus were standing in front of the door, and you were sitting in a separate seat next to Michael, looking sometimes at Gus and sometimes at the two frowning men,Michael threatened Gus to expose him and tell the DEA about him if he didn't agree. After thinking, Gus agreed that you would join him. Then Michael looked at you « Louis let's go » You stood and looked at Gus, then Tyrus, and Victor as you walked out the door,From that hour, your night shifts began with Gus and his men, guarding and such matters...

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This is the first part of the story. Tomorrow I will publish the second part, stay tuned😉

[buckrecs]

Hi! Do you have any single dad Bucky recs?:)

Single Dad!Bucky

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Bucky's daughter Willow doesn't like you, and you're determined to change that. then, a late night call changes everything.

Bucky’s Little Artist by @marvelmusing

Single Dad!Boss!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Drabbles by @vanillanaps

Birthday Wishes by @lillywillow

Bucky wants to plan the best party ever for his young daughter.

Mother’s Day Brunch by @nikkixostan

bucky has a daughter, lyla. she doesn't have a mom but she does have an amazing aunt who is ready to step in and fill in for her and her dad.

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Parent-Teacher Conference by @coffeecatsandcandles

James Barnes, a widowed single dad, had forgotten what love felt like and let it crush him, taking his daughter, Rebecca, with him. He was cold, rude, and arrogant, being one of the few teachers at Westview High School the students seemed to absolutely despise. But when you show up, a hopeful math teacher who’d previously taught Rebecca’s kindergarten class, and are adored by your students and colleagues- James’s attitude starts to change.

Yours, Mine, Ours by @coffeecatsandcandles

Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He’d lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you’ll always have each other.

Seven-Thirty by @nacho-bucky

You were planning on a productive — if lonely — weekend, but the little girl across the hall has different ideas about how you and Bucky Barnes should be spending your time

Astrophile by @all1e23

Orion Rebecca Barnes's favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met. It doesn't take long for Bucky to notice his daughter’s sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. He’s spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of sudden she’s in love. All thanks to the girl who owns the bookstore?

To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting

Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.

Teacher’s Favorite by @suitk0via

You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine’s favorite teacher and Bucky’s just gotta meet you.

Love at First Grade by @buckysimp101

When father and first grade teacher Bucky Barnes ends up with Avery L/N in his class, the daughter of the “ruthless” CEO of L/N Enterprises, he’s in for a surprise that’s sure to change his life.

Choosing Us by @itsanerdlife

You were content with your life. The way your life was. Till you take on the Barnes Twins. Kindergarten’s worst nightmares. Epic love wasn’t in your cards. Fate didn’t deal you in, this lifetime. Till James, aka Bucky, Barnes sets his sights on you. It’s not right, you can’t. Right? Love doesn’t have a timeline. There is no set amount of time to tell you what you feel. For the way things progress when you fall in love. Can you get everything you ever wanted with Bucky and his boys, or is it just too fast?

[depressopax]

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[genocidehim]

Bien llegao (Lalo Salamanca x waitress!Reader)

The owner's daughter of Michoacano seems to be used to dangerous men entering the restaurant, however, the presence of the new Salamanca managed to change her opinion.

notes: one-shot, use of pronouns she/her, the reader has mexican descent words: 1243.

Mornings at Michoacano used to not be too stressful. Your father was quite permissive, and your schedules could adapt to any of your needs depending on the day. It was one of the advantages of the place being infrequently visited.

You weren't foolish, you knew perfectly well that the lack of customers in the restaurant was due to its reputation of being frequented by dangerous people. It wasn't something that was known, but it was an open secret, something that everyone sensed when they saw more than five Chicano with unfriendly faces walking in. Fortunately, that didn't mean danger for you and your parents, because you always knew that Hector Salamanca would look after your safety, especially when he was using your father's place to conduct his business.

But things had changed a bit after Don Hector's illness. Now, you didn't hang out much with the Salamancas anymore, Tuco had gone to prison, and you never saw the twins there again. It was only Domingo and Ignacio who still used the place every week, so you could still feel some security in that small restaurant.

It was a Thursday morning when your father asked if you could give him a hand in the kitchen. There were more customers than usual that day, and he needed someone who could serve and attend to them, even though he could normally do it all by himself. You got ready in comfortable and fresh clothes; you knew perfectly well that the heat inside the restaurant could be too much at times, and you preferred to avoid spending the whole day wiping sweat off your forehead.

When you arrived at the place, everything seemed normal. You could hear the voices of some customers and your father in the kitchen at the back. Domingo was also there, the only one who seemed to be contemporary with you and with whom you could talk more confidently.

"Buenos días, Domingo! You woke up early today," you said with your good Mexican accent, something that you still carried despite having lived in the United States for many years.

"Good morning, today there's a lot of work, isn't there?" replied the young brunette. You could tell that his attitude had changed to something more jovial and confident, nothing like his scared attitude when he was with Nacho.

"Yes, finally! This place could use some movement."

Although you wanted to continue the small conversation, you heard your father calling you from behind with a stern voice. You quickly went to the kitchen behind the counter and listened carefully to his instructions: Chilaquiles for table 2, Enchiladas for table 1, and pozole for table 3. You nodded as you went to get your apron that would serve as a uniform, and while tying it around your waist, you continued to repeat the order of the dishes quietly.

Once ready, you returned to the kitchen and took two plates that would go directly to tables 2 and 3 while waiting for the next order to be ready. After about half an hour, you received the call once again from your father, and you knew that the food was ready. As you went to the place to pick up the plate, you heard the front door closing with some force, which angered you a little because it was something you had already warned those men from Salamanca about. They were allowed to use the restaurant for their businesses, but they had to be careful with the place.

Still with the plate in hand, you returned to the main area of the restaurant and took the last plate to the table, stopping instantly to scold the man who had just entered.

"Don't slam the door! Handle it with care," you scolded in a stern and somewhat angry tone to a man you hadn't properly observed yet.

He was a man slightly taller than you, and from his tanned skin and facial features, you could guess he was some South American or even a chicano. The Americans in this place usually don't look that... cálidos.

You noticed that he was a man in his forties due to his gray hair and the curious gray line that covered one of the main locks on his head. You almost trembled when this man looked at you and smiled.

"Excuse me, miss" his accent confirmed your deductions, but the tone of his voice was almost surprising.

Although you tried to keep yourself busy with your work, you couldn't help but pay more attention to him than you should have. Now this man was saying some words in spanish and was inviting the customers who were still there to leave the place with the excuse that "the restaurant would be closed for the rest of the afternoon." Although you wanted to protest and ask him why he was taking the liberty of giving orders in your restaurant, you saw your father in the distance with a look of terror as he seemed to try to tell you not to open your mouth, or that's what you understood by reading his lips.

When your gaze landed on Domingo, you knew it was something to be afraid of. On the other side of the restaurant, you heard your father cordially greeting the man he called "Mr. Salamanca."

A shiver ran down your spine as you realized you had just scolded and shouted at a Salamanca, the type of man who should not be questioned. Now you seemed to have seen a ghost, so pale that even your limbs felt cold. The man who had just entered stopped your father and gave him orders to stay out of the kitchen while he prepared himself a "almuercito" (lunch). You almost wanted to say something about it, but your father's stern look stopped you in your tracks.

From where you stood, you could see this man named Salamanca approaching you with a broad smile on his face that you were unable to imitate, you were too anxious to look pleasant. "Is she your daughter?" the gray-haired man asked your father as he pointed to you with his thumb. "Yes, she works as a waitress," your father said somewhat nervously. "Que lindura! A family business" he said, turning back to you and giving you a quick glance. His eyes seemed to be two deep lakes that you would be afraid to drown in if you looked at them for too long. "I'm sorry, corazón, but I'll take this for a few minutes. You take a break."

Before you could utter a single word, you saw this man bring his hands behind your back and felt him untie the knot of the apron you were wearing, taking it off you just so he could put it on. If his arrogant attitude wasn't enough to unsettle your nerves, his hands were capable of making you tremble, something he noticed. "I'm Eduardo, but you can call me Lalo" he introduced himself in a jovial manner as he tied the apron around his waist. "Do you want something to eat, reinita? I'll make some chilaquiles."

"No, estoy bien" were the second words you said after the scream a few minutes ago. Now your voice was much lower and less demanding, something that made him laugh. "Believe me, I'll make you such a good lunch that you'll die for it." Would he be able to do that…?

Sorry if this was too long or badly written😩😩 english is not my first language!!

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Kp X Dbz Crossover

Long time ago It was In the middle school days, Saphira and Ron Stoppable became a Cute Couple But...it wasn't last long until After the last day of being an 8th grade and the Beginning of summer has arrived, However Ron and kim was nowhere to be seen. Saphira always wanted to have a full summer Romance with ron...but when Ron is gone...She has to Spend a Whole summer...all alone...While Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable and Possible was Worried about their son and daughters disappearing and Saphira was worried the most...until..the last week of summer before Highschool...Saphira Saw Ron and Kim returns and She chewed Ron out for Making her Worried sick for a whole summer and She asked him where has he been..And in the beginning of Highschool...She has serious suspicions and Notice ron and kim was that close...and During missions and sacrificing herself and ended up in the hospital..he didn't even Showed up...Not even giving Saphira a Single gift, nor flowers, neither is a Stuff animals as well...and then in sophmore years..She's pregnant with her first twin and she was thrilled..but ron is a bit thrilled..but a bit nervous..but 3 months later..her unborns died so suddenly...and other month later..she got pregnant again..but..she caught Ron and Kim kissing together,,Saphira was Furious and She grabbed ron by the ear and She scolding him..but then She Gave him an Ultimadium," You listen here Ron! I am pregnant with your twins again! and I expected you to make your choice, It's Either Me Or kim! and here's a "real" Deal ronald..if you decided to chose me..you better Step up and be a Father and set a good examples For the children and break up with kim and Never see her again! OR You get the Hell out of my Life and I will make you pay compensation and Child Support as well AND I'm going to tell your parents about this! You have until midnight to make your choice cause other wise..I'm kicking you out of my House!" She said Feeling so enrage and Betrayed, But at midnight..he chose saph..but 3 months later..her unborns died again...She doesn't know what happen until She found the illegal Drugs from brazil and she was shocked...she Founded it out how her babies died so suddenly...During the time..he was so abusive and cruel to her...but then she snapped and beat the hell out of him with a frying pan..and ron went down on his knees and begged for mercy on saphira..and then She told him to make it up to her by taking her to romantic dinner and this time no Bueno nachos..and have a romantic slow dance with him...Then on the Night of the Prom..he didn't show up at all..so she went there by herself...and She caught ron and Kim slow dance..she was heartbroken..but then her friends began to expose him..the cheating, the embezzlement..and the cause of her unborns death is all expose including the abuse that saphira has been going through...When she got home after she crowned prom queen...Ron was begging saphira forgiveness...but saphira Did not take his Apology too lightly...She Kicked him out and She said," Ronald..I don't care what your exuse is! I want you gone! out of my life!, I don't want to see your face again! and After I graduate, I'm moving from this godforsaken Town and also..you, kim, and Bonnie are going to pay me compensation for damages, emotionally and physiclly wheather you like it or not! You will pay For the damage that you Bestow Upon it!" and with that..after graduations..she moved to west city and Start fresh in her life...as 4 years had passed...She felt heartbroken until..She saw the Pod crashed Landed into a Big field as she gasp...She was amazed and she began to take a close look and then...

[sacredjake]

Moon To Me Part Two

pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: fluff, angst, drinking, cussing, mentions of being crossfaded, shitty ex-best friend.

Read Part One

honestly when i originally wrote Moon To Me i didn’t plan on giving it any more parts, but here we are! i plan on writing one more part to this mini series and i promise it won’t take as long. thank you to @malany-gvf as always for feedback and endless support <3 love you lots.

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It had been a month since Jake and the boys came back from touring, and in that time there had been only a handful of days you didn’t spend together. He took you back to that spot in the woods to stargaze only one other time, yet again staying out all night. Usually you would hang out at his house or your apartment, but sometimes the other guys would invite you out with them. 

Danny had reached out to invite you to go bowling with them one night. Of course you and Jake teamed up and kicked everyone else’s ass, much to Josh and Sam’s dismay. 

“Oh that’s so unfair!” Sam threw his arms up at the sight of you landing your third strike. You spun on your heel, walking back towards the group with Jake shooting you a wide smile. 

“Atta girl!” Jake’s hand came up, giving you a high-five before you settled in your seat. 

“You two are never allowed to be partners again!” Josh shook his head, reaching down to grab his ball from the rack. 

“Hey it’s not our fault you guys suck!” You laughed from your seat next to Jake, and watched as Josh sunk another ball in the gutter. 

“Should I go ask the attendant to put up the bumpers for you, Josh?” Jake snickered, earning a glare from his twin. Josh turned back around and waited for his ball to return, tapping his foot impatiently, arms crossed over his chest.

“What’d I miss?” Danny plopped down in his seat between you and Sam, nachos in hand. 

“Oh just Josh sending the ball into the gutter, again, and me getting a strike… again.” Your reply was as smug as the smile you offered along with it as you reached over and plucked a chip from the paper boat, popping it in your mouth. Danny swatted playfully at your hand when you went back for another.

“Hey! I did not buy these for you. Jake, control your best friend.” He joked, pulling the nachos away from your reach and making you giggle while chewing happily on the chip you were able to steal. 

“Ah, sorry Dan, that’s my bad. I forgot Moon’s backpack leash at my house.” 

“Hey!” You hit Jake’s bicep lightly with the backside of your hand, “I am not a child!” You pouted and Jake’s smile grew even wider, putting his hands up in faux defense. 

“Jake, you’re up.” Sam caught his brother’s attention and nodded his head toward the lane. Josh was making his way back after taking far too long for his second shot. Jake sent a wink your way before standing to take his turn and Josh sitting where he had just risen from. 

“Jokes aside, I’m glad you came out with us, y/n. Jake’s been trying to keep you all to himself since we got back.” Josh shoved his shoulder into yours gently, beaming at you with bright eyes. Your cheeks and chest warmed at his comment about Jake. You cast your eyes over to where he was standing, bent over the rack to retrieve his ball. 

He picked up his ball, bicep flexing and fingers dug into the holes on the sphere, and you couldn’t help but stare. Jake had always been very special to you, he was your best friend after all. But things had begun to change on your end. The evening after the two of you went stargazing, you woke to his face nuzzled in your hair, and light snores filling the air with his arm draped over your waist holding you close, his legs tangled in yours. You felt something stir in your chest. 

It was like you were seeing him for the first time. He was so content and peaceful lying there. Beautiful, even. Golden light from the setting sun danced upon his hair and skin, bringing out the lighter strands and causing his face to glow. Your heart tightened just watching him, admiring him, in this way. 

Since then your feelings only grew deeper. You constantly felt conflicted about your new emotions. He was your best friend and you didn’t want to jeopardize the ten plus years of friendship, but you also couldn’t ignore how you felt about him. 

“Hello?? Earth to y/n.” Josh’s hand came into view, waving in front of your face. You blinked a few times, thoughts leaving your mind, but your eyes stayed on Jake as he threw the ball down the lane. Another strike.

“What?”

 Josh’s eyes followed your gaze landing on Jake, and his smile threatened to reach his ears. He chuckled to himself, snapping your focus away from Jake to look at him instead. 

“You uh, spaced out there.” His voice drifted off, a smile still very much present on his face as he met your eyes. Your throat felt dry and you knew your cheeks were bright red this time. He obviously had caught on to your not so subtle longing. 

“Just, um… a lot on my mind.” Your voice was soft, and you gave him a nervous smile. He rested a comforting hand on your knee, squeezing it a tad. “Mmm…” He removed his hand from your knee, letting it rest on his own thigh instead with a nod of his head. It was quiet for just a moment longer until he spoke again. 

“I’m having a party Saturday night, obviously you’re invited.” 

“Yeah, of course I’ll be there.” You smiled at him more assuredly this time, thankful that he didn’t press you further. This wasn’t exactly the place you wanted to discuss your feelings for Jake with his twin. Especially not when Sam was within earshot, god only knows what he would say to you.

Jake had finally made his way back to the rest of the group instantly grabbing your attention. 

“Sorry guys, but Moon and I just whooped all of your asses, what can I say, we make a great team.” He rubbed his hands together with a chuckle, beaming at you.  

“Like I said,” Josh pointed his finger at you with a smirk, “Never allowed to be on the same team again.” He gestured between you and Jake, both of you wearing shit-eating grins. 

“I agree, this is ridiculous! Next time y/n is on my team!” Sam exclaimed as he stood to retrieve his ball from the rack. You followed his lead and snorted a laugh as you reached for your own. 

“No way Sam, I like to win.” You winked, causing him to huff in playful annoyance. Making your way over to the racks that held all the different bowling balls, you placed it with the others of its same weight. Finally, you joined Jake on the bench near the concessions to take your bowling shoes off. 

“I so carried you.” You teased as you sat down next him on the small bench. 

“In your dreams, Moon. My back hurts from carrying you all night.” He tucked his hair behind his ear so he could see you better while he was bent over, untying his shoes. The small action made your heart rate quicken. How were you just now noticing how adorable he was? 

“Oh shut up, liar.” He let out a laugh as you nudged him with your shoulder. 

Eventually you were all rid of your shoes, replacing them with the ones you wore there and heading out the door. 

You said your goodbyes, parting ways and letting them know you had a good time and that you’d be seeing them soon. For once, you and Jake had driven separately. He had some kind of meeting before joining the rest of you for bowling and wasn’t able to pick you up. Honestly you were kind of glad you drove yourself because it meant you were able to daydream about him on your way home. 

You thought about him a lot. The way he smelled, his laugh and smile, how bright and soft his eyes were like pools of rich milk chocolate, the way you always felt safe with him. He was always on your mind, even when you were together like right now. 

He had invited you over to his place to help him pick an outfit for Josh’s party before heading down the street to his house. You were sitting at the end of his bed, legs dangling over the edge and kicking slightly while you waited for him to show you what he had picked out. 

“Jake c’mon! We’re already late!” You called to him, picking away at your nail beds to pass the time. It was an awful habit, but you had yet to kick it. 

Finally the door to his bathroom opened and he stepped out. Air stopped flowing freely from your lungs, and your heart thumped faster as you looked him over. He was wearing a blue cotton button down, most of the buttons left undone to show off his tanned and toned chest, his favorite one of a kind jeans that had been beaten to hell and back that he somehow still pulled off, and a pair of white slip-on vans. His hair was down, a black wide brim hat sat on his head. He looked absolutely stunning. 

“What do you think?” He turned around in a circle to show you his outfit from all angles. Your throat burned as you finally drew in a breath and swallowed. He walked over to his full-length mirror in the bedroom to look himself over. 

“I think those jeans are almost at their end.” You smiled lightly hoping to play off how good he looked, and how affected you were. Something about the way his hoop earrings caught the light every now and then was making you feel light headed. What else were you supposed to say? ‘You look so good I want to climb you like a tree?’ Definitely not.  

“I’m only joking, you look great as always.” His eyes met yours in the mirror and his face brightened at your words. 

“You’re missing something though.” You slid off the end of his bed and walked towards his bathroom. You scanned over the array of jewelry on his countertop, finally landing on your favorite necklace of his. Jake entered the bathroom as you picked up the cool metal, and stood behind you waiting patiently. 

“I think this would tie everything together.”

You turned around to face him, holding the medallion necklace in both hands to slip it over his head. Without question, Jake removed his hat with a smile and placed it on top of your head to make it easier for you. Slipping the jewelry over his head, making sure not to mess up his hair, you let your fingers gently brush the medallion as it rested in the divot of his chest. You lifted your head up to meet his eyes, fingers still lightly touching the metal. 

His hat began to slip down over your eyes at the upwards movement of your head, hindering your view of Jake’s face. You could see his hand come up towards your face before pushing the hat back out of your eyes. 

“It looks good on you, Moon.” He smiled down fondly at you, a shy smile and blush adoring your face. You lifted the hat from your head and placed it back on his, a smile still dancing on your lips. 

“I think I like it better on you.” 

Neither of you moved for a moment, silence and tension hung thickly in the air. It wasn’t that either of them were uncomfortable, they just felt different than they normally did. Jake began to open his mouth when his phone started ringing loudly in his bedroom. 

“How much you wanna bet that’s Josh?” He rolled his eyes and took off towards the noisy device without your reply. 

“I don’t need to bet on it, I know for a fact that’s him.” You followed after him back into his bedroom, and returned to your previous spot on the bed. The conversation Jake had with his twin was exactly what you had expected. Josh was grilling Jake about when he’d be showing up, what he’d be wearing, if you’d be there and just about anything in between. Once he hung up the phone, you decided it was time to head over to Josh’s party. 

From the moment you stepped foot outside the house, loud music was heard floating down the street. 

“I didn’t know he was throwing a fucking rager.” Jake scoffed and pointed in the direction of the loud music. Josh’s house was large and mostly desolate, but at the moment it was flooded with people making their way inside.

“Oh tonight should be fun.” There was a mischievous tone in your reply knowing all too well how crazy Josh’s parties have been in the past.

“Y/n! I’m glad you came!” Josh threw his arms around you, enveloping you in a large hug as soon as you walked through the door. You squeezed him back with the same force, but had to steady yourself as Josh leaned most of his drunken weight onto you. 

“Josh,” You involuntarily rolled your eyes, “I told you like last week that I would be coming to your party.” He peeled himself away from you and waved you off with his hand. 

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be glad that you’re here. Now, you look far too sober so let’s get you a drink.” 

Before you were given the option to protest, Josh took you by the hand and pulled you away from Jake’s side towards the kitchen. He made a drink you requested, definitely on the strong side, and then, in true Josh fashion, demanded you be his partner in beer pong. 

“Bet we can put that bowling arm to good use, c’mon!” He practically dragged you towards the table, arm linked in yours.

And that is where you had been for the last hour. The game was quite exciting to watch as a spectator, but as a player you were on edge. Both teams were down to their last cup with each round volleying back and forth on redemption. Every time someone made a cup for the win, another person from the opposing team would easily sink their ball into the cup for the redemption point. 

This has been going on for at least fifteen minutes. 

You hadn’t seen Jake in the last hour that you had been playing, ultimately curious as to where he had run off to. The thought didn’t linger long as it was your turn to shoot, hoping to put this game to an end. Your ball sank into the cup with ease, earning whoops and hollers of excitement from the crowd that had gathered to watch. Josh took his shot and also landed his ball in the cup. The first round where both players had made it. Naturally, the balls were rolled back to the both of you giving you each another shot to which you missed, but Josh had made. 

Your opponents now had to make three redemption shots. This was great news as you desperately were ready to end this game. But you also wanted to win of course.

Dread started to set in as both of the first two shots were made. You watched the ball in what seemed like slow motion as it left the guy across from you’s hand and flew through the air, coming down onto the table and narrowly missing the cup. 

The space where the pong table was erupted into loud cheers, your own mixed in. Josh wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and lifted you into the air, spinning you around before setting your feet back on the ground. 

“That was fucking amazing!” Josh practically screamed in your face due to the volume of the voices around you. 

“God I am so glad that’s over. That went on for way too long.” You laughed with a shake of your head and steadied yourself by holding both of Josh’s shoulders.

“I’m gonna go find Jake, see what he’s up to.” You told Josh before leaving him at the table to wander his house in search of his twin. 

So far you had walked through the entire house and there was no sign of him. He wasn’t in the kitchen making another drink. Nor was he in the living room lounging with Sam and Danny. He was nowhere to be seen in any of the bedrooms either. The last place you had yet to check was the backyard which a good portion of the party goers were hanging about. 

The night was fairly chilly now, a shiver cascading down your spine upon stepping outside the house. The air was mostly filled with chatter from all the different people standing around and, mostly quiet, music that drifted from a few speakers. Josh was adamant about keeping the volume outside to a minimum for the sake of his neighbors once the hour reached 9 p.m. which your respected.

You bobbed and weaved your way around groups of people, eyes searching every face for Jake’s. He had to be out here there was no way he wasn’t. You were about to give up when a particularly grating voice stopped you dead in your steps. A voice you knew all too well, but hadn’t heard in years. 

Amber. 

Amber was your best friend during middle school and all of high school. Until she decided to spread a particularly nasty rumor about you and Jake when she had a thing for your boyfriend at the time. After something like that the relationship was well… irreparable. 

Your head whipped to her nauseating, overly sweet laugh and the sight before you physically made your stomach churn. She was sitting sideways on Jake’s lap, her long fake nails running up and down his toned chest while she giggled something in his ear. Your eyes locked with Jake’s immediately, but you didn’t dare take in the details of the scene before you. Instead you turned quickly on your heel and headed directly out the side gate of Josh’s backyard. 

Tears stung your eyes and blurred your vision as you all but ran back to Jake’s place a few houses down. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears making it impossible for you to hear the sound of a gate crashing behind you. Wiping tears from your cheeks as rapidly as they fell, you reached your car and slid inside. The ignition rolled over quickly allowing for your quick getaway, not once stopping to see that Jake had almost reached you. 

He watched you speed by, chest heaving from running as fast as he could to try and catch you. He turned around and kicked the nearest object, a frustrated groan ripped through his throat. Had he been sober, the pain from kicking the fire hydrant would’ve instantly washed over him, but he was far from sober. He’d be feeling that in the morning.

Jake was so crossfaded that he almost didn’t realize that he was staring back into your eyes for a split second. Staring directly into your eyes while Amber literally threw herself at him. 

In his defense, she had come out of nowhere and just sat on his lap thirty seconds prior to you showing up. He definitely did not enjoy her company, and was just about to tell her to get lost. While he didn’t want you to get the wrong idea, seeing as he wanted to be with you, he also felt terrible that it had been Amer of all people perched on his lap. He felt horrible thinking about the look on your face, how you must be feeling. Of course you didn’t know that though, and he had no idea what he was going to do. 

You, on the other hand, drove straight home. Tears flooded your eyes and rolled down your cheeks continuously, making it incredibly hard to see the road. It was painful enough to see another girl wrapped around him, but for it to be Amber? That was like a punch to the gut. 

Thankfully you made it home safely, pulling into your apartment complex roughly thirty-five minutes later, and you throwing your car in park. You sat in silence for a few moments, just breathing in and out deeply to calm yourself. With your eyes closed you focused on your breathing until a light illuminated the dark space. 

Taking a deep breath you opened your eyes to find that the light was coming from your phone. A litany of texts coming through never allowing the screen to dim. Each one was from Jake. 

You picked up your phone, but did not dare open any of the texts. Instead, you pocketed it and made your way outside of the vehicle as lightning cracked across the sky, and rain drizzled down from the heavens softly while you made your way towards your apartment. 

You were glad the rain was more of a misting than anything else, otherwise you would’ve been soaked to the bone. However you knew a downpour was sure to follow the thunder that clapped and lightning that cracked overhead. 

When you finally made it into your apartment you rid yourself of the uncomfortable party clothes. These were not the clothes to cry and wallow in while you watched shitty, sappy rom-coms. You slid a pair of sleep shorts up your legs and threw a baggy, worn t-shirt over your upper body followed by a pair of fuzzy socks. You cleaned your face of any makeup that had been applied earlier and washed it as you normally would before bed, taking your time to indulge in the small self care act. 

When all of that was done, you made your way into your living room, plucking your most comfortable and soft blanket from the ladder next to your tv, wrapping it around your shoulders. You made your way further into the living room and plopped down onto the sofa, snuggling further into the plush blanket. Out of habit and feeling the need to self-sooth, you put on said shitty rom-com, one you knew almost every line to.

The rain from outside had picked up considerably now, large, heavy raindrops pelting against your windows. While the dim light from your kitchen lit most of the living room with soft lighting, the rapid lightning from the storm starkly illuminated the space every few minutes. Thunder boomed loudly, shaking the walls around you, and wind slammed rain against the brick outside. 

It was oddly comforting. 

However what was not comforting was the knock that sounded from your door, barely audible above the storm that raged outside.

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[littledozerdraws]

just shared some more sketches on my patreon

[thirdsonofeve]

when nacho was dropping lalo off in bad choice road he asked if he should wait with him TWICE despite being obviously desperate to get rid of him, and then asked "wHaT aBoUt MaRcO aNd LeOnEl?" when lalo decided they were going back to abq like buddy im really sorry but the most you were gonna get was awkward eye sex they're not gonna bend you over the hood of your javelin

[ckret2]

Your goldilocks cipher stuff gives me an unreal amount of dopamine (maybe i just like bill a lot idk) do you have any fun tidbits and details about the au that wouldn’t be too spoilery?

Thank you!! Here's a bunch of random trivia:

The (English) name of Bill's language's written script is Plaintext. Like, y'know, plaintext:

In cryptography, plaintext usually means unencrypted information pending input into cryptographic algorithms, usually encryption algorithms. This usually refers to data that is transmitted or stored unencrypted.

Which is ironic, since Bill's the ONLY person to whom the text is unencrypted. But then, from his perspective, it's the only "unencrypted" text he ever actually sees—all the languages he uses in day-to-day life are foreign languages to him.

In the Bill Cipher AMA, somebody asks Bill what he thinks about all the fangirls he has, and Bill says they should all go to the Nevada desert and assemble a throne to wait for him. In fic, I've decided it'd be funny to give him a women-only cult in Nevada. The leader of the cult is named Mary and the underling most often referenced is Sue, because—and I say this with love and affection—if "fangirl who's put in a fic so she can meet her favorite tumblr sexyman" ISN'T a textbook Mary Sue, I don't know what is.

Bill really likes monster trucks. He's convinced himself that he'd be a TERRIFIC monster truck driver, because he can see the future, so obviously he'd know how to avoid any car crashes. He's probably wrong about this. It's a more physically taxing job than you'd think, and a human body is more easily taxed than he's used to.

Current favorite human food is nachos with sprinkles on top. Gotta be triangular nachos. If the chips are circular or rectangular it will legit depress him. Also plain old cheese is boring, give it some texture, it's gotta have peppers hot enough to kill a toddler.

Sometimes Bill talks to Waddles as if he's speaking to the Temporarily Genius Waddles and expects him to understand what Bill's saying.

If Bill's watching a show/movie and doesn't want to spoil the ending for himself he has to fight NOT to glance into the future to see what happens. Imagine if every time you read a comic book, all of the pages automatically separated and spread out across the table so you could see every page at once, and you had to keep resisting the urge to glance at the last page to see what happens. That's what trying not to glance forward is like for Bill.

Nobody's commented on this yet, so idk if anyone's caught it, but in chapter 2:

He carefully positioned himself directly in front of the trio, glancing down at the floor as if looking for the right mark to step on,

and in chapter 3:

Mabel considered his feet thoughtfully before spray painting an X where she estimated he’d been standing before.

“You got lucky—” he cast a dirty look at the X spray painted on the ground, “—but luck changes.”

In chapter 2 Bill saw the X on the floor in the future, and assumed he was going to leave it for himself so he'd know where he should stand for his big dramatic moment—which means he deliberately planted himself RIGHT on the mark where the twins were set up to tackle. (Even though he can see into the future, his time vision is pretty near-sighted.)

Bill NEARLY invaded the M Dimension mentioned in Journal 3—he was playing "muse" to a whole bunch of scientists and governmental types who were all collaborating, everybody liked him, nobody suspected anything, they were thrilled by the idea of opening up interdimensional travel to his totally-harmless-and-not-at-all-nightmarish realm so their muse could visit... the only reason he hasn't already conquered the M Dimension is because everything there, even the laws of physics, are based on the letter M, and for the life of him he couldn't find a way to adapt the portal blueprints to work there. The math's impossible.

Bill's the only member of the Henchmaniacs who's unable to leave the Nightmare Realm. (As in, physically can't leave. Legally, most of them are pretty trapped there for lack of another safe place to go; but like they could leave if they chose to.) Sometimes he sends his Henchmaniacs on errands for him to other dimensions; and sometimes they go on day trips outside the Nightmare Realm without him. When they leave he tends to sulk and insist he isn't sulking.

Nobody in the shack knows about Ford's embarrassing neck tattoo. (And it was REALLY hard keeping that secret on a boat.) Nobody, that is, except for Bill, who spent last summer stalking everyone in the shack and who can see through walls, seeing through a turtleneck is nothing. Someday he's gonna start casually humming All Star and strike terror into Ford's heart.

There's a handful of human languages Bill can't speak because the speakers cursed him to be unable to speak them. I don't know which languages yet, I'd probably need to do a lot of digging to find languages about which there's already "demons/monsters/etc can't speak/understand this language" folklore I can slap on him. But it's a joke I'm prepared to use if I find a language that fits.

Bill thinks it's weird that humans want their hands and hair to smell like food, but then don't even want to eat them. What's the point of strawberry-scented shampoo???

[themadknightuniverse]

So, I'm watching the commentary of BCS S5E3

And I'm only understanding something they did here and it's ruining me completely. So I stop to write about it, because when am I not. Also maybe this point has already been analyzed by someone before, I absolutely didn't look for it so if it has been done, sorry!

The thing is : What they explain in this commentary is that the garage in which Jimmy meets Lalo, brought there by Nacho and Blingy, is the same place where Nacho gets taken care of by the vet and the twins. So okay, same place. But, there is a parallel I had yet to make here.

What they specify in the commentary is "We wanted to show Lalo working on his car, and even though we don't really feature it, he is replacing a part in his car". So Lalo, is replacing a piece of his car by another one, just like Nacho has been given the blood of a Salamanca to replace a part of his own.

And now when I see Lalo, bent over his car in that garage, hands stained with oil, it's impossible for me not to see a direct parallel to that surgical operation. It looks like a symbolic representation of him doing the change to Nacho. And it just makes my brain explode.

And if I push my point, having Nacho patiently waiting there, looking as Lalo works on his car, perfectly composed and calm, holds something very strange. Some kind of a distance to what happened to him maybe? I dono, I can't really pinpoint why it makes me feel how I feel.

Also, I tried to see if the spot Lalo is repairing his car is the exact same one Nacho has been treated, but it's hard to tell. I think Nacho was in the other half of the garage, since we can't see the sink along the wall (judging by the distance with the wall he's either where Blingy's car is in S5E3 or before the white tiny room in the far corner beside Lalo's car. So he wouldn't have been treated in the exact same spot anyway)

Also the square ray of light reminds me of the one used to make x-ray in radiology (many broken bones person here hello). So, something also linked to medicine. This is purely a personal analysis tho, they don't say anything about specific the light precisely in the commentary. But the fact that it illuminate Nacho during the entire scene or so, uh. Interesting.

Of course it also has that theater performance light to it. Nacho and Lalo both performing an formidable act of synchronicity and complicity during this whole scene. God I could speak about their synergy in this scene for hours but I will not make this any longer, it's a very different points from this surgical parallel anyway.

Anyway, one of my absolute favorite scene from BCS, given yet another layer of analysis, I'm delighted.

[madaboutmathers]

do you think you could write one with the reader and Eminem playing with the reader's younger siblings?

-:]

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

“I’m sorry about this,” You softly whispered into his ear as his arm wrapped around you. You locked eyes with him as he stroked your cheek. “Don’t worry about it. They are your family.” He pressed a sweet kiss to your jaw. You should have known better to think he would have been annoyed, you thought to yourself but it had been his first day off from working.

You could hear your younger, twin siblings in the living room. “You have to put up with Nate anyway.” Marshall chuckled into your ear as he brought the bowls of popcorn into his arms. “Well, these two are more annoying.” You hummed, bumping into him as you both made your way back into the living room. Movies already playing. 

“Hey Marshall.” Your sister called, you figured she was starting to form a crush on your boyfriend, which of course, Marshall found adorable. “Hey you.” He coed at her and you watched her blush with a shake of your head, your heart full of amusement. You watched as Marshall moved to sit on the floor and for a moment you were flooded with thoughts of your own children. But that was a discussion for another day, or never. You settled yourself on the couch before turning your attention to your brother who was already going through Marshall’s collection of films. “Be careful with them.” You hummed to him before moving onto the floor too as everyone else seemed to be. “I am doing.” Your brother pouted up at you before opening a random film up.

You caught Marshall’s eye as he laughed whilst your sister was cuddled up into his side, babbling about absolutely nothing. It was the cutest sight ever and you couldn’t help but smile sweetly at him. Your sister tugged him so his attention moved to her, which he did without care. “Do you want some drinks?” You called out to the room as you moved to stand. A chorus of yes’s were your acknowledgement. “Good luck.” You giggled at Marshall as your brother made his way over to him too.

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Softly humming to yourself, you began to make some fresh juice for them both and hoped they weren’t annoying Marshall too much. They could be such devils, you thought with a smile on your face as you poured some glasses. It only took you a couple more moments of finishing off the orange juice before making your way back into the room. The sight that greeted you warmed your heart completely as a soft smile spread across your face. Your sister was now sleeping with her head on Marshall’s lap and your brother was talking your boyfriend’s ear off. He nodded and spoke to him about marvel and all the nerd stuff they seemed to have in common. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“You okay?” You softly whispered and placed the drinks down on the table in front of the trio. Marshall nodded, his fingers moving through your sister’s hair as the film played in the background. “Want me to put her to bed?” You asked and gave your brother his drink. “Nah, she’s good here.” Marshall gently replied before moving to watch the movie some more. “What are we watching?” You softly hummed and moved at the end of the couch, missing his embrace but he was being too adorable for you to stop it. “Avengers.” Your brother hummed, happily drinking the drink before reaching for a large handful of nachos. “Don’t eat too much.” You coed, ruffling his hair as you moved back to watching the film.

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You must have dozed off quite quickly. In your defence, the film was a favourite of Marshall’s and you had watched it more than enough times. Your eyes began to flutter as soft voices moved around you and you began to move. “Shh, we don’t want to wake your sister.” Marshall’s voice came over your ears as your eyes finally fluttered open. “You okay?” You asked, your eyes finding him easily as two very sleepy siblings looked back at you. “Yeah, going to get these to bed.” Marshall whispered, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I’ll come with you.” You hummed, reaching for his hand to gracefully move to stand. You noticed the drinks and snacks had been cleared away.

“Can we stay over again soon?” Your brother asked as the four of you made your way upstairs. Your sister at Marshall’s side as ever. You locked eyes with Marshall and read matching thoughts. “Of course.” He answered your brother with a small smile. “You are always welcome here.” Marshall hummed and showed them to the two guest rooms. You watched them move into bed and just drop to sleep. It had been a busy day and you knew the snacks would send them off to sleep quickly and thankfully, that happened.

“I think she has a crush on you.” You whispered up to Marshall as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, bringing you close as you both moved into the shared bedroom. “Well, who can blame her.” He teased you with a wink before slapping your arse. “Marshall.” You gasped out, blushing sweetly as you looked over your shoulder. “Too bad I can’t fuck you.” He hummed to himself, tugging his shirt from his chest and your eyes wandered his tattooed muscles for a moment before clearing your mind. “And why not?” You coed, moving backwards onto the bed as your eyes never left him. “Because you are too loud.” Marshall smirked as he followed you under the covers.

“Hmm, I guess you are right.” You whispered, cuddling up into his chest as your legs tangled with his. “Thank you for tonight.” Your hand moved to find him; playing with his fingers as you hummed up at him. “Anytime.” Marshall promised and leaned in for a soft, loving kiss that took your breath away. He really was so perfect, you thought to yourself as your eyes began to flutter. Marshall could only stare back down at you and watch you fall asleep with thoughts clouding his own mind. Thoughts he never thought he would have again; about having another family.

[nrgs929]

Victor x Reader P³

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A month has passed since you were working with the Chicken Man and his men, and you have made Victor and Tyrus curious about your identity, as neither you nor Michael have revealed your identity. All they know is that your name is Louis...

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You had left the house to complete some tasks assigned to you by Gustavo Fring. On the other hand, Gus assigned Victor and Tyrus to go to your house to search for evidence,They stormed the house in search of evidence that would help them. They searched the basement and went upstairs, and they were met by a room with the words “J.R” With warning labels “⚠️” Placed in every inch of the door, Tyrus ran, with Victor behind him, opened the door, and they met face to face with a white tiger With light brown locks adorning his fur, he advanced cautiously, and then Tyrus and Victor, who had been unconscious, woke up and quickly, without thinking, began running,The tiger started chasing them to catch them, and he dropped Victor to the ground and pinned him with his claws, roaring loudly, while Tyrus started to run away. Then he realized that Victor was not with him at that moment. He felt an empty body,Meanwhile, Victor was struggling to break free from the clutches of the tiger that wanted to eat him. Then he heard a whistle that made the tiger stop attacking him and lowered his head back. Then he saw Tyrus next to Louis, then the lion advanced and began to run towards Louis,He pats his head and calms him down « Shhhh~ Slow down, it's me, calm down »"Mai is using a voice changer. She is currently using a man's voice instead of her own voice, and the device is connected to the mask", Meanwhile, Victor and Tyrus were leaning on the railing, watching the scene. Louis raised his head and motioned for them to get down « Sit on the couch, I have something to tell your boss », They sat on the sofa, looking at the male, who is 173 cm tall. They did not know that he was a female, sitting with a tiger next to him « Next time I see you here again, know that it will be the end of you and your boss », Then they got up from the couch and were walking out the door...

At Gustavo's

Victor and Tyrus told Gus about Louis' words and threats, « Ignore his words, and tomorrow I want you to go to his house and investigate him again, but this time go at night to avoid any other problem » Then they went and prepared to go again to his house, but this time it would be at night...

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I feel like I wrote a lot of lines in this part...🙂The next part is coming soon so be ready🫣