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ficsnroses · 2 years

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—𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑳𝒂𝒍𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒂 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓—

prompt: on a warm summer evening, lalo invites you to spend the night with him in his home for the very first time. you learn of his distaste for sleep, however, you might be able to make it a little easier.

warnings: all fluff! slight sm(u)t mention. spoiler free! 2.3k words.

notes: hihi! this is my first time writing for lalo literally if even 1 (one) person reads this I will be happy lmao. please lemme know what you think!

an: there isn’t a lot of bcs fanfic out there, and it seems lalo x reader fics are even more scarce. if you give this a read and enjoy, please consider reblogging, sharing or interacting! I’m pretty new to the bcs fandom, it would be nice to make a couple frens:)

(also, this entire fic takes place in that one scene from s5 ep 10 where lalo is sitting outside by the fire. we’re just gonna pretend nacho isn’t there and the events that follow never happened, okay? okay.)

It begins with warm brown eyes.

Warm brown eyes, a crisp white dress shirt, and a smile you swore would someday make you ruin.

They say whoever the Devil smiles at becomes his favourite.

The first time you’d been introduced, he had looked at you with a far too wide, far too gleaming smile. That salt and pepper gray streak, titan shoulders and rippling biceps under delicate, exclusive cotton.

Lalo Salamanca looked rather more of a sinful, dark promise than a man.

And then he’d raised your hand in front of everyone, and kissed it.

Lalo Salamanca could not seem to stop smiling at you.

You’d gazed at him for a long moment, your greatest attempts to gauge his sincere expression. There was just something about him. Soft, smooth rasp in his voice, yet a glimmer of unnerving interest in his eyes. Something warm, something that almost seemed…wicked.

But it wasn’t.

The most compelling of the Salamancas was just that. Petrifyingly efficient in his field. Lethal to others, but never to you. A seamless collection of careful contradictions you couldn’t seem to unravel. One simple smile from him and you’d swore.

The angels themselves would sin for him.

The unholy force, the mountain of a man that is Lalo Salamanca seemed to melt away when he was with you. Left behind would be a softer, warmer entity. Eduardo Salamanca. A man for whom it hadn’t taken long to fall in love with the sweet sound that is your voice.

They say the Devil looks after his own, cradles them with his hands packed of sin.

You’d drowned willingly.

Open Chihuahua city sky bleeds tonight. Dim, a sea of stars decorated in its hair.

The scent of Night-Blooming Jasmine electrifies through you, a gentle breeze kissing supple skin. Huele de Noche, is what he’d said they call it.

Mexico is beautiful this time of year— Lalo keeps home near his heart, revered deep within its seams.

He’d begun to keep you there, too.

The embers of an open bonfire glow before you in the distance, and you see him lounged on a long chair near it. Crisp, cold Modelo cracked open, and a carve of tension lines constrained to his forehead. Quiet, subdued.

He carries that fire in his veins.

Its not long before you make yourself known.

Lalo had invited you over tonight to spend the evening with him. A shared bottle of red and home cooked meal. Candlelight had danced over his features, and you’d admired the delicate dips and slopes of his face; the laugh lines that pepper roots to the corners of his eyes.

Sooner than he’d anticipated. Frighteningly fast, even. It hadn’t taken long for you to become his favourite remedy, his preferred tonic.

You’d spent the latter half of the night within the haven that is his bed. Clung together in the evening dark, no longer sure where he ends and you begin. He’d made you his, in more ways than just one.

There had been such a light in his eyes as he learns your body and explores. Traces, kisses, and claims. You’d begun to learn a familiar truth—one that brings you simmering comfort.

You will never be scared of Lalo. Bloodcurdling to others, but never to you.

He carries that fire in his veins.

But it was you, who could turn it to soft, running water, even if just for a little bit.

You’d fallen asleep to the feel of his arm loosely hung over your waist, and the subtle heat of his breath on your skin.

You don’t know when he’d departed, lonesome in the company of none but a crackling fire, and the quiet melody of nighttime crickets bustling.

It doesn’t take long for him to notice you.

A mere look his way, and something inside you seems to crumble. Soften, hitch, crumble.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Your lips curve a gentle smile to his greeting to you, and its not long before you begin an amble his way. Lalo’s stare never wavers as he watches you attentively, the light of the fire glistening in those familiar cocoa depths. Your voice is calm, soft in the midnight dark. “You’re not coming to bed?” you voiced softly, footsteps approaching his resting place.

His hair is messier. You wonder if he’d ran his fingers through it as he sat here.

It was nice to have you in his space. To do what lovers do, to keep you among the other elements that are a gateway to his heart. Things such as this often hadn’t come easily to Lalo; part of him had still been unsure.

Unsure, but always eager to learn.

You could hear a hint of tire in his buttery voice when he answered. “Nah, I don’t get much sleep.” He mutters, gesturing you a seat to the spare chair beside his. “Did I wake you?” Lalo questions in caution, and he regards you critically as you take seat alongside him.

“No,” was your quick interruption, strained smile to accompany. “I woke up and…noticed you were gone.”

He hums slightly in response, a buzz brewing easily through the deepest pits of his throat. For a long, tense moment, he was silent, before throwing his head back slightly, a gaze to the night sky above. “Yeah, I never sleep much.” was his deep voice, slicing through you as if a wave of comfort. “An hour, maybe two.” He muses simply with a shrug, voice lax as he looks at you again. “It’s enough.”

They glow faintly, his eyes. As if two lone, remote stars shining in the sky. The intensity, the regard coupled in those brown eyes of his causes something to bloom in your chest. Something familiar, something…

Warm. Something that kisses the very marrow of you.

Your lips part, and your smile falters slightly to his simple confession. A small frown tugs your lips down. “I don’t like that, at all.”

There was a flicker of something in his expression, his lean figure resting coolly in his seat. Mexico nightlife hums around you, and a tingle races down your spine noticing the way his eyes gloss over your gentle features. Heat pulses beneath your skin, and your honeyed whisper almost seems to catch him by surprise. “I wish you’d take more care of yourself.”

Or, let me.

Lalo is silent for moment. A long, drawn moment. So much so, that your gaze drifts back on him. And, you find him already gazing at you. There is something exceedingly human about him in this moment, something fragile, kind, indulgent.

Its not long before you feel his larger, callous hand shift. It envelopes your smaller, softer one. Tenderly, he laces his fingers with yours.

Lalo’s hands were far from clean. They’d held guns and knives but now they also held you. You feel the sound of his voice wash over you like the rays of the sun, and suddenly, you long to give him your entire heart. everything within it.

Lalo leans back slightly in his chair, continuing softly when you too, curl your fingers around his. “When its like this, that’s when I can think.” was his faint murmur, eyes closing slightly as he breathes in deep, a lightness exhilarating his lungs. He exhales it from somewhere deep inside his chest and your heart seizes for a second.

There is a newfound ease in his tone, previous tension of his profile melting away. As of late, your mere presence is enough to calm the simmering strain, the heaviness burning away in him. It is new, this feeling you give him. New, comforting, soothing, dangerous. You are dangerous.

You, with your easy smiles, thoughtful yet understanding eyes.

You are slowly becoming his weakness. His heart, or, whatever little he ever did have of it, has begun to remember you far too often. Lalo’s fingers tighten slightly as they hold yours, and his voice illuminates. “I get my best ideas when everybody else is asleep.” The warmth of his skin pulses through your hand, and your head tilts after a moment of silence. “Some people, they call it a curse. I like it.”

Physical closeness is one thing.

But this?

This— listening to him, having him listen to you. It was in the way that his thumb gently coaxed the soft skin of your hand. The way his eyes meet yours every now and then and he really looks at you. As if he is looking into you, perhaps into a little part of you that only his eyes could see.

Physical closeness is one thing. But the intimacy that you’ve begun to explore, this trust you’ve begun to build with Lalo is all the more enriching.

Its an easy silence, the one that follows. The kind that soothes you to the bone, etches into the very marrow of you under the weight of his gentle gaze.

Repose looks good on him. Restful, easygoing repose.

He looks unfairly handsome tonight.

And perhaps, there is an ache in your heart when you remember such peace does not come so easily to this man you’ve begun to adore. The mere sound of his rich voice has begun to ignite a plea inside you, despite your greatest attempts to smother it.

Perhaps you’re failing to realize just how dangerous your captivation with him truly was. Or, that this captivation had morphed into affection far sooner than you’d hoped.

And his had, too.

Lalo Salamanca is dangerous. You know little of his affiliation with the cartel, his business and professional proceedings. Yet you do know.

Know of the sinister that lurks in the mere presence of his name.

But you know of the other side, too.

The side you only ever saw around family. The patient, low tone he’d always use with his tio Hector. His regard for his staff, how fiercely loyal he is to the Salamanca name. How eagerly he was prepared to protect those closest to him.

How when he touches you, he does so like he is marvelling at each touch, as if he is lucky to do so.

He is a harmony of cold and warm. Of light and dark. And you wish to thaw into him, willingly.

Its not long before you acknowledge his genuine confession. “Hm.” was your quiet, deliberate hum. Prompt and simple.

Your eyes lift to his.

And it doesn’t take long for you to rise promptly, a gentle screech below when you seam your chair closer to his. Close enough, that they’re joined. And you’ve never treasured a lack of arm rests more.

Relaxing back down on your chair, you move in closer. So close to him, that its not long before your arms are wrapping around the expanse of his bold torso, and you feel the muscles of his skin ripple below shirt fabric.

It almost catches him by surprise.

You curl effortlessly into him. And realize, your body moulds into him with ease.

And when your cheek presses against his chest, resting over the broad skin, you allow your eyes to slip shut for just a moment, as you breathe in his timbered scent.

He doesn’t respond right away. Only his slow, steady breathes do. And perhaps you’d felt it, too.

The way his heartbeat spiked when you melt into him.

He’d been reluctant at first, features hardened and you could sense the strain in his body.

But then, he did it, too.

Slowly, carefully, cautiously.

Its earnest, when a pair of strong arms curl lazily around you like irons. And suddenly, he is painfully aware of the way you ease into him. The way your hair rests upon his chest, the way your body clings to him so nonchalantly.

In his arms right now, you are free. It is not a sense of possession, but belonging.

He allows himself the foolish gratification of your embrace, the simple warmth of your skin. An indulgence.

Like a string being cut.

And it feels far nicer than he would care to admit.

“I like sleep.” was your mild tone, barely above a whisper when you admit easily. You savour the moment, soaking in this softer, warmer side of the man who has begun to claw his way into your heart. “Makes me feel…at peace. At ease. Safe.”

Something he had begun to make you feel, too.

You feel Lalo relax into your touch, and the deep lumber of his voice electrifies through you when you feel it roll up his chest. “Can’t argue with that.” Was his simple return, and the way his thumb begins to coax the soft skin of your arm as he holds you causes your heartbeat to spear.

Maybe someday it could be true.

Right now, it is new. This feeling is new, your connection is new. Yet perhaps someday, you’ll feel it in his touch.

An unwillingness to be parted from you.

You think you do feel it now, too. When his arms tighten ever so slightly, and he sighs.

There is a moment of suspended silence, and you simply hold each other. It almost catches you by surprise, when he presses a soft, slow kiss into your hair, keeping his nose buried in it for a moment as he lingers.

“Tu seras mi muerte.”

He murmurs the words carefully in the centimetres separating you, his hold on you never faltering.

You didn’t understand what they meant. But he, did.

It might as well be a prayer.

He might as well be damning you.

And with them, the crackle of the fire becomes nothing more than a pulse, and your thoughts become nothing more than a beat along with it.

You savour each other under an open Mexico sky a little longer. From hunger to honey that drips, the man in your arms is a seamless collection of careful contradictions you couldn’t seem to unravel. And it would take time, the unravelling of him.

Yet for now, this feeling is enough.

Lalo’s eyes slip shut.

Your heart skipped a beat that night.

Or perhaps, two.

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shawtygonemad · 1 year

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Fanfic Advent Calendar 2022 - Day 23/24: Sweet Substitute

Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman x Reader

Angst & Mild 🌶Spicy Sauce🌶

Prompt: "You've got whipped cream on your *insert favorite body part*."

Advent Calendar Masterlist

The warm air hit my face as I exited the car. Fifty degrees on Christmas Eve still felt weird to me. However, seeing the bare ground made me yearn for the snow of Washington, where I grew up. Very rarely have I ever seen snow in Albuquerque. The feeling of the cold wetness could almost be felt on my face if I closed my eyes. Next year I'll have to take Saul back home to experience it with me.

Speaking of, I needed to pick up his Christmas gift from the office. You'd think this would be the last place I'd hide a gift since he's here almost everyday. Luckily, I had the perfect place for it. Just as I was unlocking the front door, my phone rang. It was the man himself.

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone as I opened the door and stepped inside, quickly turning off the alarm system.

"Hey! Where are you at?" Saul's soothing voice came through the speaker.

"I had to run to the office to pick up your gift," I replied.

"You hid it at the office?! Where?" He asked surprised.

"The last place you'd look," I chuckled as I rounded the front counter.

"Francesca's desk," he sighed in defeat.

"Bingo!" I happily cheer at his correct answer.

I picked up the wrapped box from the drawer and set it on the counter.

"Hey, while you're there would you be able to grab my briefcase? I left it on my desk. Oh! And my work phone. See if we got any messages on it."

"You want me to work on Christmas Eve?" I narrowed my eyes.

"No! But you know we have some high profile clients that tend to call at all hours," Saul chuckled.

"I am not letting Walter White ruin our Christmas together," I stated.

"He won't, I promise. Now hurry up and bring your perky little ass home to me. I have a surprise for you," He trailed off with lust entering his voice.

"Yeah?" I purred while letting my voice dip into a sultry tone. "I'll be quick then."

I hung up as excitement started to swirl within me. Saul always know the right things to say to me. He treated me right. Something I could never say about anyone until now. Plus that man was an amazing lover. He always got off on getting me off. I needed to hurry so I could get home to him.

Briskly, I entered his office. The briefcase was on his desk, as he said. The phone, however, was a bit of a challenge to track down. It wasn't in the usual places he left it. Thankfully, a soft buzzing sound could be heard through the silence. I followed the noise to a discarded suit jacket haphazardly tossed on the couch. It was still buzzing as I pulled it out. The caller ID made my heart still. Kim Wexler.

Saul's ex-wife. I've been friends with Saul a long time. Back when he went by Jimmy McGill. So I was around for the time period he and Kim were on again off again. Personally, I didn't think she was good for Jimmy. But that could just be my own feelings talking.

I've always had a thing for the man and was beyond thrilled when he wanted to start hooking up. I thought he reciprocated my feelings. Unfortunately, every time Kim came back into the picture, I was tossed aside. It had become very clear to me that I was the rebound. The substitute for the woman he was really in love with. I called things off with him until he finally decided what he really wanted. Unfortunately, Kim made that decision for him when she moved away to start her own firm separate from Jimmy's.

I was there to pick up the pieces of his heart she had left shattered behind. He was a wreck and had no one there to help piece him together besides me. During that time, I guess Jimmy realized that I was truly the only one there for him. He claimed that he wanted no one else but me. So we gave it another shot, and things have been happy ever since. Until now.

When I gathered the courage to answer the phone, it was already too late and went to the voice-mail. With gritted teeth and a new angry fire within, I listened to the voice-mail. What the hell could she possibly have left to say after breaking this man's heart. She has another thing coming if she thinks he'll just come running right back to her.

"Hey Jimmy! I'm just returning your call. I'd love to have lunch with you on Monday. Though noon doesn't work for me, so how about 1:30? Call me back."

My heart sank. Returning your call. He was the one who had reached out to her first. He was setting up a lunch date with her. Why? Why would he do this? I thought we were happy. Everything had been going so well between us and with the law firm! Why am I never good enough for him? What the hell does Kim Wexler have that I don't?

Angst soured my mood as I got into the car and drove to our shared apartment. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I tried to come up with something to say to him. After everything I've done for him, he still runs back to her. Well, that was the last time I'll ever piece him back together. I will no longer allow this man to use me and toy with my feelings. It's over.

A muffled sob left my lips when the thought crossed my mind. I didn't want it to be over. It had been so good. I loved this man more than I have with anyone else. But I had to do this. I couldn't keep living this way. I deserved to be with someone who wanted me, always and forever.

I wiped the tears away when I parked the car. A deep breath heaved through my chest before I put on a stone cold face. I'm going to go up there, pack, and tell him it's over. Nothing will change my mind. Not even his cute little puppy dog eyes he likes to use when I'm upset with him. My mind has been made up.

My legs felt like cinder blocks as I drug myself up to our apartment. After another breath, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I tried my best not to look at the pictures of us happily together that littered the walls. My mind couldn't be changed. This needed to be done.

Soft Christmas music could be heard from the bedroom. A faint yellow glow was seen through the cracked doorway. My anger flaired again as I was reminded that it was Christmas Eve. How dare he put me through this today of all days. My favorite holiday was about to be ruined.

I flung the hall closet open and grabbed my suitcase from the top shelf. Aggressively, I pulled it down to me with a huff. The noise must have caught Saul's attention.

"Y/N?" He called softly from the bedroom.

I ignored him as I burst through the door with my suitcase in hand. Tossing it open on the floor, I started to briskly walk through the room and grab anything I saw of mine. Without caring, I tossed it into the open case of the floor.

"Y/N? What's wrong?" He asked slightly concerned.

I spun around to tell him off. Before speaking, I took in the situation. Saul must have planned for a spicy night in with the music, glow of the candles, and the fact that he was nude on the bed. His soft cream skin was in full view. Those brown curly chest hairs I loved to lay my head upon. And my favorite part of him was still standing up in salute. A salute that was coated in foreign white substance.

"You've got whipped cream on your dick," I said blankly before turning back around to the task at hand.

I couldn't look at him. If I did, then the chances of me caving in were to rise. I needed to stay strong. The bed springs could be heard as Saul got up from the bed and approached me.

"Why are you packing? Where are you going?" Saul asked, getting more nervous the more I packed.

"I think we both know the answer to that," I snapped.

"No, I don't. Mind filling me in?" His concerned voice started to get a hint of annoyance in it.

"I'm just making things easier for you, so you'll have nothing to worry about when you have lunch with Kim on Monday. She says that noon doesn't work for her and that 1:30 will be better," I spat.

A deep sigh left the man as he pinched his index finger and thumb against the bridge of his nose. No doubt a headache was starting to form for him.

"Y/N, it's not what it sounds like," he tried to reason.

"No, I think it sounds exactly like it is," I growled as I turned to face him. "She's back in your life and you're just going to toss me to the side."

"Would you stop jumping to conclusions for once!" He shouted in frustration. "It's not like that anymore. You're the only one I want."

"Then what are you doing getting lunch with her then, hmm?"

"To sign the divorce papers."

That caught me off guard. I blinked at him in shock.

"What?"

"She never signed the divorce papers when she left. When I heard she'd be in town, I figured this would be the perfect time to have her sign them. I'd be a free man." He hesitated before grabbing my hands in his and looking me in the eyes. "I'd be able to be with you completely. And if one day we want to tie the knot, then we wouldn't have any issues."

"So you're not leaving me?" My voice quivered.

"No. I promise I'm never leaving you again. You're the only one I want. I love you, Y/N."

I was stunned, to say the least. He did this all for us, for me? I just didn't know what to say. I loved this man so much and am relieved it wasn't what I feared. He really did change. I'm speechless. So I said, and did, the only thing that impulsively came to mind.

"You're getting whipped cream all over the carpet," I told him as I locked eyes with him.

Very slowly, without breaking eye contact, I sunk down to my knees. Saul was confused at first since we were in the middle of what he assumed was a fight. Everything clicked, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure when I licked a strip up the side of his dick.

"I'm sorry for overreacting, and almost ruining Christmas," I quietly said in between licks.

"Mmhh, I'm sorry... for mm... making you feel that way," Saul panted in pleasure.

I smiled as I took him completely in my mouth and hummed at the sweet and salty taste of the dissolving whipped cream.

This was just the first of the many new Christmas memories we'd have together in the future.

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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Should've Seen It Coming

Nacho Varga x F!Reader

For Day 5 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: dragged, defiance

Warnings: 18+, angst, kidnapping, language

Word Count: 4k

A/N: This is the first piece I ever published for Nacho! I have a longfic in the works for him, but idk when that will be ready. In the meantime, have this! I feel like there's more I want to do with this but I can't put my finger on it. Hope you enjoy!

BCS Taglist: @garbinge @hausofmamadas @narcolini (I'm essentially just tagging the few people I've talked to about this fic, but if in the future anyone else wants to be on the list, let me know!)

You walked up to the table you’d been waiting on for the last stretch of your shift. The man hadn’t ordered much. Truthfully, it seemed like he was more there for any scraps of conversation that you could offer him rather than anything else. If it had been a quieter afternoon, you probably could’ve done a better job of indulging him in that.

He didn’t seem to mind, however, didn’t seem to take it personally. Each time you walked over to refill his coffee, ask him if there was anything else that you could get for him, he always greeted you with a wide, charming smile. You couldn’t help but to notice the singular tattoo he seemed to have, the and that went around his forearm. While it wasn’t something that you would typically pay a whole lot of attention to, it stood out solely because it was the only one. Something about him seemed familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it. His voice was smooth, but not quite what you had been expecting. There was a hint of humor to it. You wondered if maybe he’d been here before, but just got lost in the sea of faces that you saw every day.

Stopping at the end of the table, you tucked your hands into the pockets of the apron that was tied around your waist. “I just wanted to stop and see if there was anything else I could get you before I head out.” You gestured towards the register where one of your coworkers was standing. “My shift is over so I’m handing you off to Stacey.”

“Leaving so soon?” he replied with a grin and a laugh.

You smiled and shook your head. “You wouldn’t think it was so soon if you’d gotten here when I got here this morning.”

He laughed, perhaps a little harder than what your comment warranted, but you didn’t mind. “That’s true.” He lifted his coffee cup to his lips. “I hope you enjoy the rest of your day, then.”

You nodded. “You too.”

Walking to the counter at the back of the diner, you swapped out your apron for your purse and finally started to head out. You waved goodbye to Stacey as you made your way for the front door of the diner. It didn’t even cross your mind to look at the table where the man had been sitting. If it had, you would’ve seen the way that he was casually stirring his spoon in his coffee mug, but his eyes never left you. You might not have been paying him all that much mind, but he had made sure that you never left his sight.

The bell above the door chimed as it swung shut behind you. He gave you a few moments, watching you walk across the parking lot through the window next to his table. He watched as you reached into your purse, pulling out the keys to your car but also a pack of cigarettes. There was a small smile beginning to curl his lips as he watched you pull one cigarette out of the pack.

Standing up, he tossed enough money on the table to more than cover his bill and the tip. He silently made his way to the door, slipping out without a word or anyone seeming to notice him. He went down the short stretch of steps that led to the diner, his shoes hitting the blacktop of the parking lot without much of a sound.

Your back was to him, shielding your lighter from the wind as you tried to light your cigarette before getting into your car. You never seemed to smoke inside of it, which was an odd line in the sand in his mind, but he respected it. For a brief moment he thought about waiting, letting you get a few drags in, but it was too late to hit the brakes now.

You turned around at the sound of footsteps approaching from behind you. When you saw the semi-familiar smile on his face, your body relaxed as you let out a stream of smoke. “Oh, hey, are you—”

The rest of the sentence was lost and buried as the entire world went black.

Nacho was putting the rest of the shop back together, back to its formal glory, when his phone started to ring. He checked it quickly, and he knew immediately who was calling him. He didn’t want to answer, knowing that it wasn’t going to be anything good. Still, he knew that ignoring it was only going to cause more problems.

Bringing the phone up to his ear, he said, “Yea?”

“Oh, good. Was worried that you weren’t going to pick up.”

Nacho drew a deep breath in, knowing that whatever that hint of mirth in Lalo’s tone was, it couldn’t spell out anything good. “Well, I did.” He paused, and when he was met with more silence, he shook his head and continued. “What’s going on?”

“I thought I made it very clear to you,” he kept his tone casual almost to a fault, “that I’m a patient man but I do run out of patience eventually.”

Despite the pleasantness in his voice, Nacho’s heart immediately dropped into his stomach. Men growing impatient never spelled out good things for him, or for the people that he cared about. He remembered the dread that nearly incapacitated him when he was trapped in a car and forced to watch helplessly as his poor, unknowing father was threatened. No matter who he was working with, working for, no one he cared about was ever safe.

He walked to the back of the shop, his tone hushed but urgent as he spoke into the phone. “What did you do?”

Lalo laughed. “Who said anyone did anything, hm? No one said—”

“Don’t fuck with me.”

“Ooh,” Lalo feigned being impressed before letting out a laugh. “Okay, okay.” He paused, letting the silence last longer than necessary before saying, “I see why you like her. She’s very sweet.”

Panic shot through every nerve in his body. He couldn’t even will himself to say anything in response. He opened his mouth a few times to try and say something, but each time he came up empty. Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat. “Please, don’t.”

“Don’t what? I told you, Nacho, no one is doing anything.”

“Let,” there was a shake to his voice that he wanted to get rid of and couldn’t, “let her go.”

“I can do that,” he took a deep, dramatic breath, “but you have to do something for me first.”

Nacho couldn’t believe that his heart hadn’t completely stopped. “Whatever you want.” Showing that amount of desperation with his words and his tone was nothing but a sign of weakness, and he knew that, but there was no stopping it. The same way he would’ve done and promised just about anything to save his father, he was willing to burn it all down to save you.

“You know what I want.”

The panic was quickly transforming into anger the longer that he talked to Lalo. The façade of lightness in the man’s voice was enough to make anyone’s blood boil on a good day, let alone a day like the one Nacho was now having. More often than not, he was willing to do the song and dance required to work with Lalo. But not this time, not when he’d laid a hand on you.

The anger that was bubbling up in him gave him enough nerve to push through the panic, desperation giving way to defiance. “I’m not doing shit for you until you let her go.”

Lalo laughed. “I don’t think that’s true.” He paused. “You weren’t doing anything for me before she was with me. So, I think that this might actually be the one thing that gets you moving.” He expected Nacho to argue, but when he didn’t, Lalo said, “I guess we’ll find out.”

Nacho could feel that Lalo was about to hang up. “Where are you?”

Lalo chuckled into the other end of the line. “Somewhere you know very well.”

Nacho could feel the sweat beginning to clam up his palms. “If you hurt her—”

“What exactly would you do then?” he asked like it was a joke to even think about.

“Don’t hurt her and you won’t have to find out.”

Lalo chuckled. “I’m sure that I’ll see you soon, then.”

Nacho was about to try and argue when the line went dead. Snapping his phone shut, he took a deep breath as he rubbed his eyes for a moment. Shoving the phone into the pocket of his jeans, he pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes, shutting them tight as he did so. He forced himself to take a few more deep breaths before opening them and letting his arms drop back to his sides again.

Forcing his hands to stop trembling, just as much from anger as from fear of what Lalo may or may not have already done to you, he started to make his way towards the door of the shop. He slipped by other workers without a word, most of them too wrapped up in what they were doing to even notice that he was going by them.

It wasn’t until he reached the door that someone noticed that he was making a break for it. His father looked up from the register, confusion on his face as he spoke to his son. His voice was as soft as it ever was as he took in the frazzled look on Nacho’s face, the tension his son was carrying throughout his entire body.

“Leaving, mijo?” he asked, although the answer was quite clear.

Nacho cleared his throat, trying to sound as normal as possible as he replied, “Yea. Something, uh, something came up.” He hated lying to his dad but there was no way that he could tell him what was going on. The list of things that Manuel would never truly be able to forgive him for was already a mile long, but Nacho was certain that this would be a step too far. His father wouldn’t be wrong to feel that way either, but Nacho selfishly wanted to put off that outcome for as long as possible. “I won’t be long.”

“Todo bien?” The sadness in his eyes conveyed that he already knew the answer.

Nacho nodded. What was one more lie? “Todo bien.”

For as much as he wanted to try and stop him, try and get him to say more, Manuel knew that it was no use. A sad smile crossed his face, an odd acceptance of defeat. “Be safe, Ignacio.”

When Nacho saw the look on his father’s face, he couldn’t help but to think about the fact that all Manuel had ever done was worry about him. He didn’t have the time to ruminate on it. Nodding, he pushed the door of the shop open. “I will.”

Within minutes of making that promise to his father, Nacho was tearing down the street in his car at break-neck speeds. He felt like he’d already wasted too much time in trying to get to you, he wasn’t going to let speed limits and traffic lights hold him up any longer.

Your breathing was ragged against the rag that was tied around your head and stuffed in your mouth. You had no idea who this man was, or what he wanted with you. All you knew was that when you came-to, you were lying in the back of a van that had no windows in the back. You’d tried to figure out some sort of escape plan, tried to call for help, but there seemed to be something thwarting every attempt you made to try and accomplish anything. Your wrists and ankles were bound so you couldn’t move, rag tied and snug against your mouth so you could scream. And on top of it all you had no idea where you were being taken.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you tried to get your breathing under control. It felt like your entire body was shaking and you couldn’t get it to stop. You managed to wriggle yourself so that you were sitting upright at least. Your forehead was slicked with sweat—you could feel it starting to trickle down the sides of your face.

“Good!” The man in the driver’s seat looked at you through the rearview mirror, a smile on his face. “You’re up!” He saw the panic in your eyes but it didn’t seem to faze him at all. “Don’t worry,” he reassured, “everything is going to be just fine. I called our mutual friend and he’ll be here soon to sort everything out.”

You had no idea who you would have in common with this man, not a single clue who your mutual friend could be. Truthfully, as you sat and tried to keep from tipping over, you were struggling to think of anyone that you knew at all, let alone someone you knew that this man might also know. Panic stripped every single name from your memory. If the man in the driver’s seat had handed you a phone and told you to call anyone in the world to come and get you, you didn’t think that you would’ve been able to think of a name and a number.

“Varga never mentioned me then?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

It felt like your throat was closing up as you processed what he said. Even if you had questions to ask, it wasn’t as though you’d really be able to say them because of the rag in your mouth. More tears welled up in your eyes as you thought about Nacho, about what all of this could possibly have to do with him.

“I guess I can’t blame him.” There was still a smile on his face as he spoke, his eyes trained on the road as he drove the two of you to wherever your destination was. “Don’t worry, though—he’ll have a chance to explain himself to both of us soon.”

If he meant that to be reassuring to you in any way, it wasn’t. All it did was make you worried about Nacho as well as yourself. You forced yourself to take a slow, deep breath in through your nose as you tried to figure out what to do, if there was anything you could do.

You didn’t know how long you’d been driving around. You tried to focus on the buildings passing by the windshield but there was so much going on in your head that you couldn’t really dial into any of it. It couldn’t have been that long—there was no way you’d been out long enough for him to take you that far away. Also, realistically, if he wanted you as some sort of enticement for Nacho, then he had to be planning to stay at least somewhat local.

For as much as you wanted nothing to do with this man now, you wished that you could at least spit the gag out of your mouth so that you could talk to him. It was so easy to have so many things to say when you weren’t going to have the opportunity to say any of them.

He reached forward and turned the radio up as he drove, nodding his head along to the beat like he was simply going for an evening drive. That was one of the most terrifying details of the entire thing—he seemed so comfortable. You didn’t know what to do with that. If there had been any fight left in you to begin with, it was certainly gone now, because anyone who felt this at home doing whatever he was planning on doing to you wasn’t someone you saw yourself winning against.

Almost as though he could read your mind, he spoke up and said, “Don’t worry, we won’t be driving much longer.”

You didn’t know why that statement caused more tears to spring into your eyes. It should’ve been reassuring in its own weird way. It wasn’t like you were going to be any use to this man if you were dead. He’d have to keep you alive at least, right? If he was almost to wherever he was going, you were at least one step closer to figuring out what the fuck was going on.

When he pulled off the road and into a lot, you caught a quick glimpse of the building he was parking by but it didn’t make any sense. You were expecting him to pull into somewhere abandoned, somewhere at the very least off the beaten path. If your eyes hadn’t been deceiving you, he’d pulled into a restaurant. It seemed outlandish at best, stupid at worst. Why would he bring you somewhere where there would be people?

You tumbled over when he threw the van in reverse and backed up to what you were assuming was going to be a back door of some kind. With what little you could move your feet, you tried to quickly situate your legs as you got yourself upright again. Your breathing was ragged, heart pounding in your chest as you heard him pull on the latch of the door.

He greeted you with the same warm smile he had at the diner, only now it was difficult to see the warmth you originally thought you had. As he reached in, still grinning, and grabbed onto your arm, you felt like you’d been so foolish to believe it before, to fall for the smile and easy-going demeanor. You couldn’t have known, but you felt like you should have.

You stumbled out of the back of the van, kept from toppling to the ground solely by his grip on you. If he hadn’t hooked his arm under yours so effectively you would’ve been eating the pavement. The binding of your ankles left you some room for movement, but not enough. The man was still essentially dragging you through the door and into the back of the restaurant.

Making your way inside, your eyes were darting around frantically as you tried to see where you really were. It wasn’t like you’d been in the backs of many restaurants before. There was nothing that was unique enough to really clue you into what place you’d been brought to exactly. What you did notice, though, was that it was quiet. It was practically silent. You didn’t hear any customers, but even stranger than that, you didn’t hear any sounds coming from the kitchen. You knew enough to know that even if a place wasn’t open, there was always commotion in the back. Not here, though, and it made your stomach sink.

“Here,” he said as he pulled you into a storage room and let go of you. He lingered in the doorway, same slick grin on his face as he said, “Don’t go anywhere.” The tinge of laughter in his voice made bile creep up the back of your throat.

Right after he pulled the door shut, you heard the lock clicking. You hadn’t had a fool’s chance in getting out to begin with, but there was something so much more hopeless settling into your bones once you heard that. Your body wanted to move, but you couldn’t. All that anxious energy and you couldn’t even channel it into pacing. Trying to blink back the tears in your eyes, you found a bare stretch of wall and slid down and sat on the tile floor.

Time was lost on you once more as you sat in the silence of the storage room. You were anxiously tapping your head back against the wall behind you when you finally heard some noise coming from the other side. It wasn’t typical restaurant chaos; it wasn’t music or the like. But you heard something. There were too many walls between you and them to make out who it was or what exactly they were saying, but you could feel the energy off it. They must’ve been loud if you could hear them, their yelling muffled but the anger was clear.

You wanted to scream, call for help. You wanted to be able to actually cry and let out everything that had been bubbling within your chest and threatening to drown you. But you couldn’t do any of that, simply forced to sit silently next to the door and pray for an outcome to it all that panned out well for you.

The sound of the gunshots had you yelping against the gag in your mouth. The tears you’d been trying to fight off with varying levels of success all came tumbling down your cheeks. It was the closest you’d ever been to gunfire and it was way too close for comfort. You tried to scramble to your feet, but in your panic only ended up making it harder for yourself. Your heart was thumping so fast you were sure it was going to stop altogether.

But that’s when you heard it. Distant and panicked but you finally heard Nacho’s voice. The relief that went through you brought a fresh wave of tears. The closer he got, the more you could hear what he was actually saying. The sound of your own name had never been something to bring you so much comfort. You wished that you had any control of your arms and hands, because you would’ve been pounding on the door for all that you were worth. As it stood, you just had to sit and try to cry out against the rag in your mouth in hopes that it would be enough for him to hear you.

The sound of the lock being undone wasn’t loud, but it felt as though it was echoing. You shimmied, trying to get to your feet on your own as you waited for him to get the door open. The light that came pouring through the door as it opened was only broken by Nacho’s silhouette as he stood in the doorway.

“Oh my god.” He didn’t even sound like himself as he instantly buckled to the ground next to you.

His hands immediately felt their way to the back of your head, loosing the knot that had been keeping your gag in place. He gently pulled it away from your face. His fingers ghosted over your face for a moment, making sure it was really you and that you were really in one piece. As much as every single fiber of his being wanted to hold you, he fought the urge as he maneuvered himself around you so that he could free your wrists and your ankles.

The second you couldn’t feel the pull of the restraints against you anymore, all of the fight left your body. You collapsed into Nacho, slumping against him with a sob as he knelt in front of you. Without hesitation he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close. It took you a few moments to feel like you really had control over yourself again, but once you had the strength to move, you slipped your arms over his shoulders and around the back of his neck. You pulled yourself tight to him, sobbing into the crook of his neck and letting out all of the emotions that had been tied and gagged inside of you.

Nacho shut his eyes tight as he squeezed you closer to him. One of his hands spread across your back, the other resting on the back of your head. He could feel the way that your body was trembling and his heart sank knowing that all of this had happened because of him. What was even worse was that he couldn’t even try to tell you that it was over—he couldn’t promise you that.

Turning his head just slightly, he pressed a kiss to your temple. He did his best to take a deep breath as he kept you held tight, feeling the unsteadiness of your entire body and trying not to succumb to his own.

“I got you,” he murmured softly, the most honest thing he could tell you. “I promise, I’ve got you.”

#whumpril #whumpril2023 #whumprilday5 #defiance #dragged #better call saul #bcs #bcs fanfiction #better call saul fanfiction #nacho varga #nacho varga fanfiction #nacho varga x reader #nacho varga x you #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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somebodylovesyougcv · 2 months

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chapter 7 of you must have been looking for me is up now!

fandom: better call saul

pairing: jimmy mcgill/kim wexler

rating: M

chapter summary: After their blowout fight, Kim does a lot of thinking about what she wants and what she needs.

read from the beginning here

#olivia’s corner #chicago au #hiiiii everyone. i am gonna go to bed now.#kim wexler #jimmy mcgill #mcwexler #mcwexler fanfiction #better call saul #bcs #better call saul fanfiction #tags are stupid but also u guys should read this. anyways.

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nachosjavelin · 13 days

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I'm gonna need someone to proofread my lacho ff whenever I'm going to decide to continue writing it (it's been...8 years since I've written a ff), especially since my first language is Italian, and I'm used to writing prose in it, so I wonder how many mistakes I made in the fanfiction (which is in English with bits of Spanish dialogue, ofc).

#better call saul #better call saul fanfiction #lacho fanfiction #lacho #i hope it won't suck #it's actually rather simple

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meowmeowsaul · 3 months

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once again asking for breaking bad and better call saul fan fiction ideas i need to write badly

#better call saul #breaking bad #saul goodman #jimmy mcgill #bcs #walter white #jesse pinkman #breaking bad fanfiction #better call saul fanfiction

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dilfsero · 1 month

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go read my naughty mike x kleon fic if ur 18+

#ok. runs away #nsft #breaking bad #better call saul #fanfic #brba #bcs #brbabcs #mike ehrmantraut #breaking bad fanfiction #better call saul fanfiction #oc x canon #self ship #self insert #f/o x s/i #s/i x f/o #look ma a post

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broken-ghost · 2 years

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Inbox is Open for Requests!

I typically write female reader out of habit so if you would prefer gender neutral or male reader please specify and you got it !

Fluff, Angst, Smut, I’m open for anything.

All requests welcome but if you are looking for prompts here’s the Latest Prompt List: First Kiss Prompts

Masterlist

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Fandoms/Characters I write for:

Stranger Things: Jim Hopper, Dmitri Antonov, Joyce Byers, Murray Bauman, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Alexei Smirnoff

Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit: Thorin, Thranduil, Legolas, Elrond, Boromir, Kili, Fili, Bofur, Aragorn, Celeborn, Bilbo, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Eowyn, Arwen

Obey Me!: Lucifer, Diavolo, Mammon, Beelzabub

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul: Hank Schrader, Lalo Salamanca, Nacho Vargo, Jesse Pinkman, Howard Hamlin, Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman

Game of Thrones: Jamie Lannister, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Jorah Mormont, Sandor Clegane, Tormund Giantsbane, Stannis Baratheon, Bronn of the Blackwater, Gendry Baratheon, Jaqen H'ghar (This is the only fandom I’m open to writing character x character pairings in so feel free to send those as well)

The Boys: Homelander, Queen Maeve, Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy, Mother’s Milk, Frenchie

Squid Game: Seong Gi-hun, Cho Sang-woo, Hwang Jun-ho, Sae-byeok, Jang Deok-su, Salesman, Front Man

The Hollows/Rachel Morgan Series: Trent Kalamack, Rachel Morgan, Ivy Tamwood, Algaliarept “Al”, Rynn Cormel, Stanley Saladan, Kisten Felps, David Hue

#fan fiction #stranger things fanfiction #the lord of the rings fanfiction #the hobbit fanfiction #Tolkein FanFiction #obey me fanfiction #better call Saul FanFiction #breaking bad fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #the hollows FanFiction #the hollows reader insert #squid game FanFiction #squid game reader insert

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 1 year

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A/n: I apologize if this is a bit short. I hope you enjoy it regardless.

No Minors Allowed!!

T - toys

Game for about anything, within reason, Nacho isn't against using toys on you. He'd prefer to do the work himself, however. Now, it's a different story if he catches you using the toy. Shame on you for not waiting for him. Nacho won't scold you, but he will most likely overstimulate you until you can't take it anymore, all the while using your precious toy on you.

O - oral

Oral can be extremely pleasurable, but it can also be frightening to those not used to receiving it. Luckily for you, Nacho is a giving man. In addition to sucking him off, he's more than willing to reward you. Hearing your soft moans makes it worth his while.

W - wild card

You attempt to stifle your moans, but it's hard given the delicious way that Nacho is wrecking you against the wall inside the changing room at Chico's.

What was meant to be a brief shopping trip quickly escalated into something heated the moment you had invited him in to get his opinion on an outfit you had chosen.

"You want them to hear you?" Nacho asks with a snort.

You cover your mouth with your hand, but despite the effort, your soft muffled pants escape through. Perhaps if you are lucky the cashier won't hear, though you doubt it.

This is the last time you ask for Nacho's opinion.

#better call saul fanfiction #alphabet game #nacho x reader #nacho varga

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thekimspoblog · 7 months

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Has anyone written any mailroom era fanfiction where Jimmy talks Kim into smoking weed? I think that could be fun. Mostly just cus I'm a stoner and a slacker and my first instinct is to want to see Kim down on my level.

#kim wexler #mcwexler #better call saul fanfiction #jimmy mcgill #jimmy x kim

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Good Behavior is now complete! 20 chapters; 85,205 words; a whole lot of McWexler love. Thanks to all who have been reading!🥰

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41068611/chapters/107927157

(NSFW)

#mcwexler #Better Call Saul #better call saul fanfiction #jimmy x kim #jimmy mcgill #kim wexler #post-canon #happy ending #in every sense of the term

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moribundtcake · 2 years

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Contrition

a lacho fic

3,101 words

Sometimes you think he knows everything. That this is all some kind of fucked up payback for what happened to Don Hector. You find yourself wondering if he would understand if you explained that it was for your father’s sake. Out of everything that’s what eats at you the most— the fact that there’s a part of you that wants Lalo’s forgiveness and would do anything, even this, to earn it.

Contains dubcon, power imbalance, brief period-typical homophobia, and references to spoilers

🌵Read it here 🌵

#lacho #lalo/nacho #better call saul fanfiction #my fics #wrote most of this in a day then took a month to edit lmao #i forgot to write it in the post but this is bc i wanted to write lalo bottoming AND domming nacho

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shawtygonemad · 2 years

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Revenge in Red

Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman x Reader

Jealousy Jealousy Jealousy!

Nothing seemed like a better Friday night then cuddling up with your man and watching some horror movies. All you needed was for said boyfriend to get home already. You've been draped over the couch, bored, for over an hour. Giving a frustrated huff, you were about to reach for your phone to call him when keys jingled at the front door. A smile crept on your face.

"Hi baby," you happily greeted.

"Hey," he responded with heavy breath as he struggled carrying multiple grocery bags in his arms and hands.

"Let me help with those," you insisted as you quickly hopped off the couch to assist. Together, you set the multiple bags on the counter.

"Thank you," Jimmy softly smiled as he gave you a quick kiss. "The paper bags are what need to be brought over to Chuck. Would you be able to do that for me tonight?"

"You know how much I dislike your brother," you frowned.

"I know, but it would be for me. Please?" He practically pouted as he caressed your cheeks in an attempt to persuade you.

"Fine," you huffed. "But what about you?"

"Actually, I meant to talk to you about this, but I've been invited to a costume party tonight," a nervous chuckle escaped him.

You very slightly narrowed your eyes. He only ever chuckled like that when he knew he was about to tell you something you wouldn't like.

"That's great! I don't have a costume though," you trailed off.

"Well, only I was invited... as a plus one. It's for HHM," he cautiously broke the news.

"HHM? What, is Chuck bringing you?" A scoffed rose in your throat. "Are they going to turn off the power for him? Let me guess, his costume is going to be TinFoil Man."

"No Chuck isn't going nor did he invite me," Jimmy rolled his eyes. "It was Ki-"

"Don't even finish that sentence, James!" You growled. "You know exactly how I feel about Kim Wexler."

"We're just friends!" Jimmy exclaimed.

"Friends who used to fuck!" You matched.

"It's not like that anymore," he tried to explain.

"Then why am I not allowed to go?" You placed a hand on your hip and questioned him as he hastily put the groceries away.

"I don't know! They have one guest per employee rule or something," he shrugged.

"Stop feeding me bullshit!"

"What do you want me to say, huh?" He whipped around at you and snapped.

"I want you to realize that Kim is clearly not over you! Jesus, can't you see that? I mean, c'mon. What are your costumes?" You narrowed your eyes.

"I'm... gonna be Joe DiMaggio." He must have seen how deadpan your face was. "What? He was a great idol in the hall of fame!"

"You don't even like sports," you glared. "If you tell me she's gonna be Marilyn Monroe then I'm gonna shove that baseball bat so far up-"

"It's not romantic at all!" Jimmy tried to ease your worries.

It didn't. You just rolled your eyes and brushed past him. Quickly, you gathered the bags for Chuck and made your way towards the door.

"Whatever, Jimmy. You go enjoy your fucking party while I go take supplies to your sick brother," you angrily called as you threw open the front door and walked out.

"Babe, please! It's not romantic!" He called after you. "They got a divorce!"

You ignored him as you walked down the hallway of the apartment complex.

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You were absolutely seething on the entire drive over to Jimmy's brother's house. Chuck was someone you hated just as much as Kim. Maybe even more. They both treated Jimmy like shit. Chuck just never wanted to see his brother succeed and would become extremely jealous when he does. Chuck would do anything to ruin Jimmy's reputation and life. Yet no matter how many times you've told Jimmy to cut his brother off, he never does. He still loves and idolizes the man for God knows what reason.

You should just toss the supplies in the yard and let the old crabby bastard starve. But you knew Jimmy would never forgive you. And no matter how angry you were at him, you still loved the man. You were doing this for Jimmy and not Chuck.

Huffing, you removed all items on your person that could have an electromagnetic field and place them in the mailbox. When you were outside the home, you touched the little buzzer to "ground" yourself. After taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door before entering.

"Chuck?" You called out into the dark home. The only light was the soft glow of a kerosene lamp on Chuck's desk.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" He asked as he entered the room confused.

"Jimmy sent me over with some stuff," you grumbled as you placed the bags onto the man's couch.

"Well," Chuck clicked his tongue annoyed. Clearly, he wasn't thrilled to see you. The feeling was mutual. "Where is he?"

"Probably getting ready for the stupid costume party at HHM tonight," you frowned and crossed your arms.

"What? Oh God, don't tell me he's going to crash the event," Chuck groaned as he ran a hand down his face.

"No, actually. He was invited as a guest. By Kim Wexler," you said bitterly.

"I will never understand her fascination with him," he tutted. "You can't let him go. He'll ultimately end up making a fool of himself like he always does."

"Believe me, I tried," I frowned and crossed my arms tighter, hoping to shield myself from this conversation. "Besides, he's a big boy. He can do whatever he wants."

"He is up to something. I just know it," the older man started to pace. "You have to make him leave early."

"What's it matter to you if he embarrasses himself! You haven't stepped foot in the firm for, like, three years. How am I supposed to make him leave early?" You snapped.

The older man quickly went to his desk and started searching for something to write on. Once he found a post-it note, he began writing a number on it. When finished, he passed it to me.

"Give that number a call. Tell him I want you to go as his guest," Chuck informed you.

You looked down at the note placed in your hands. Reading the name that went with the number, your eyes almost fell out of your skull.

"Absolutely not! Jimmy would kill me if I showed up with this guy," you refused.

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Jimmy and Kim weaved side by side through the crowd of people. They were people watching and giggling together at how absurd some of Kim's coworkers were. Kim's giggle abruptly stopped when they stumbled upon Howard. She bit her lip, trying not to laugh instead. The blonde man looked good. Really good. He was dressed in a slick black tuxedo. The only off-putting thing was that he wore a pair of black rabbit ears on his head.

"Howard," Jimmy chuckled before giving the other man a big grin. "I like the ears. What are you supposed to be?"

"A playboy bunny," Howard smirked at the shorter man before taking a sip of his drink.

Jimmy laughed out loud. Kim was surprised by this and choked on the sip she was taking. She raised her eyebrows at him.

"That's an interesting choice," Kim admitted with a tight lip, trying not to laugh. "What made you come up with that?"

"It was the idea of my guest actually... oh! There she is," Howard grinned.

Both Jimmy and Kim turned to get a glimpse of who he was referring to. Kim's mouth instantly dropped at the sight. Jimmy's, on the other hand, clenched with anger and jealousy. In you walk, clad barely in any clothing. The black shorts you wore were so tiny they could practically pass as underwear. Your corsetted top was so tight that your chest was just a hair away from spilling out. A short, deep red, silk robe was over top. A captain's hat was placed on your head. Jimmy couldn't seem to take his eyes off of your bare fishnet legs that were accompanied by a pair of glitter stiletto heals. With as much confidence as you could muster, you strode over.

You knew Jimmy was staring at you, which made you smirk. That's exactly the reaction you were hoping for. As you approached the small group, you tossed your hair over your shoulder and flashed some flirty eyes towards Howard.

"Hi Howie! Thanks for holding my drink," You happily took the extra drink from his hand and took a sip from it. Peering over the drink at Jimmy, you smiled. "Do you like my costume? I'm Hugh Hefner!"

"What are you doing here?" Jimmy practically growled. "Wearing that?" He whisper-hissed the last part to just me.

"Well, I never got around to finding a date. So when I heard Kim was taking Jimmy, I was just thinking of how left out Y/N would have felt at home alone," Howard gave his totally fake explanation.

"You shouldn't be thinking of her at all," Jimmy snapped.

"C'mon, Howie, let's go dance. I'm not in a mood for a lecture tonight," You glared at Jimmy before grabbing Howard's hand and leading him towards the group of bodies dancing.

You could almost feel the fire filled gaze of your boyfriend watching on. His attention was clearly grabbed, but you needed something to push him over the edge and make him go home. After Howard placed the empty drinks on a cocktail waitresses tray, he turned towards you. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. From there, you let the music flow through your body.

You swayed your hips to the beat, and Howard followed suit. As soon as you turned around with your back to Howard's chest, you could see an outraged Jimmy storming towards you. Something in the pit of your stomach swirled with excitement. You've never seen him this jealous before, and it was pretty hot.

He grabbed your upper arm and tugged you away from the man he despised.

"C'mon were leaving," Jimmy commanded as he started to drag you away.

"Oh C'mon, Jim," you sarcastically whined before turning towards him. "Let's stay and have a little fun."

Jimmy scowled before pulling your arm again. The two of you ended up in one of the gender neutral bathrooms. The lawyer locked the main door behind him once you both were inside.

"Why the fuck are you here with Howard Hamlin?" He seethed.

"Why the fuck are you here with Kim Wexler?" You challenged as you came chest to chest with yoru boyfriend.

"What? Do you think I still want to fuck her?" He scoffed.

"Do you?" You weren't sure if you really wanted the answer to that.

Without a second thought, Jimmy backed you up against the sink. He placed a hand on the back of your neck and looked you in the eyes.

"Why would I ever want her when I have you?" He breathed.

Your heart skipped a beat and started to race.

"Especially looking like this," he almost moaned in your ear.

Without another second to think, you gripped his face and brought him down for a passionate kiss.

"Let's go back to the Playboy Manison, Hugh," Jimmy smirked into your ear before nibbling on the lobe.

You let out a small laugh before grabbing his hand and quickly leading him out of the party.

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