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depressopax · 15 days

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Hii I hope you dont mind me requesting Howie again, but could I request a hurt/comfort scenario of him taking care of a sick fem!reader (she’s having a cold) I hope you have a great day and thank you againn :]

HIIII thank you for requesting again!! <3 And dw about it! I'm just glad you like my stories and want to request again :)) So if you have ideas lmk! :D Hope you like it!! Sorry for the wait! But here it issssss (The plan was to make all the characters on my BrBa/BCS masterlist but my brain is fried atm 😭 But I also added Nacho - because Ignacio Varga brainrot <3)

Taking care of sick reader | Scenarios

Fandom - Better call Saul

Pairing: 1. Howard Hamlin x gender-neutral reader 2. Nacho Varga x gender neutral reader Genre: Fluff, headcanons Warning(s): - Words: 0.7k Summary: How would they take care of their sick partner? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 » Masterlist || Request «

Howard

“Morning, sweetheart! Ready to start the day?”

You grunt in reply and puld the blanket over your cold body. Howard is already up, enthusiastic as always. But today you’re too tired for that.

“Come on now… You’ve been snoozing for 20 minutes!”

“I don’t want to…”

His smile fades and he sits down on bed next to you.

“You alright?” He reaches out to stroke your cheek and notices how cold-sweaty you are. “Hmm… That’s not good.”

“I don’t feel well.”

“I know, sweetie, I know…”

I feel like he’d be like: YOU’RE SICK??? 😰 at first

But then be like: You’re sick… 💔 If that makes sense LOL

Probably scared of catching a cold etc

But he loves you - so it’s worth the risk 😌✨

Howard is the guy that helps you with everything once sick

He fixes food, makes sure you keep warmth and makes warm tea etc

He basically acts like a maid for you until you feel better lol

But he doesn’t mind, at all <3

He likes taking care of and spoiling you

“Are you cold, darlin’?” he asks, proceeding to wrap a blanket over your shoulders.

“No, I actually feel quite warm” He looks concerned and feels your forehead “Your fever is not going down… Do you want something cold instead? Water, ice cream… Are you laughing?” “Sorry… You’re just so cute when you’re worried!”

Also… You being sick gives him an excuse to just sit back down and cuddle you

He allows himself to be “lazy” (aka taking a break and not overworking) when you’re around

He loves to set you down in the couch and put on some movie to watch together

If he can’t be at home with you - he texts or calls you at least once throughout the day to check on you

It doesn’t matter if you only have a simple cold, he’ll take care of you until you feel ok again

He probably would end up sick too 😭 “But at least we can stay home together now!” he says after waking up with the same cold you had. “...But Howard, I need to go back to work today” “...Oh ☹” But you’re of course there for him too until he feels better <3

Also - I found these two Howard out of context screenshots on my PC LOL, thought you might like them!! 😭

Nacho

“You’re burning up” Nacho mutters, still having his palm pressed against your sweaty forehead. “I’m fine, Nacho”

But the fever thermometer says otherwise.

“Yea… Fine, huh?” He scoffs and strokes the hair that's glued to your forehead, tucking it behind your ear. “Rest.”

“But…”

“Rest.” His voice gets softer “Let me take care of you, ok?”

“...Fine.”

He smiles at this.

“Good.”

This man… (God, I love him, I need him <33)

He’ll be all 😐 towards everyone, all the time

But not with you.

Whenever you’re doing poorly, he’s right there. Whether it’s mentally or like in this case - when you’re sick.

He’s the guy that will grimace and be really judgy if someone sneezes or coughs in public, but he tries his best to not be a baby about it for you.

And he’s good at it

Truth is, he somehow likes it when you’re sick

Just because he’ll get to take care of you

And have you all dependent on him

It takes his mind off all his troubles, and he can focus on you only.

He brings you tea, soup, painkillers… Whatever you need - whenever.

He also appreciates cuddling up next to you and watch TV, letting you pick out whatever

It’s just comforting to him - somehow - to feel your fever warmth against him.

Basically - he’s already a sweetheart, but becomes the most caring (and worried) boyfriend ever when you’re sick. <3 “Nacho, don’t be so close, I don’t want you to be sick too…” “I don't care.” he murmurs

…And eventually he ends up sick too lol

He’s really overdramatic about it 😭

Before meeting you - he’d overwork himself and not give a damn about resting

But since he takes well care of you - you of course do the same for him.

So when he eventually catches a cold, you’re there for him “Well look at that… Told you that you’d get sick.” “...Shut up.” “Will you let me take care of you?”

And of course… He lets you

Homeboy gets overdramatic af when sick 😭

He likes seeing you all worried for him - it’s cute lol

Nacho makes sure you’re cuddled up next to him all day

And now it’s his turn to choose movies/series for you to watch with him

“Hey?” Nacho whispers after you’ve both shut the lights off for the night. “Hmm?” “...Thanks for taking care of me.” “Of course, Nacho. I love you” “Love you too”

If you guys liked the concept of this I can make a part 2 with the other BrBa/BCS characters! Lmk and thanks for reading <3 Been feeling down lately but I have plans on some stuff I wanna post this weekend :)) Looking forward <3

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depressopax · 15 days

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AHHHH I just got so many ideas for my book project!

My motivation and inspiration said 📈

Shoutout to my teacher for once again giving me messes up ideas for my story and how to traumatise my characters LMAO

#aspiring author #creative writing #fiction #writeblr #writing #writing community

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depressopax · 17 days

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⚠Rant⚠ Vent kinda??? The applications for university courses ends on Sunday - have I applied?? N O <3 Procrastination king 😍 (why am I like this-) Anxiety really said: "HEYYY :3" Like I have a novel ready to hand in, and a cover letter but I just can't do it?? And I REALLY need to continue writing on my book project for school bruh And I have so many ideas for fanfics too AHH 😭

#Pax talks #vent #rant #personal life stuff #GOD I miss writing on here ugh¨#uhm anyways hope you all are doing aight <3 #sorry for the rant #LOL #fanfic authors #I loveeeeee my adhd

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depressopax · 23 days

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The first - Part 1

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

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

The first kiss

Nacho

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

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

“You deserve to be happy, Nacho.”

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

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

“We shouldn’t.”

“I know.”

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

“Stay.”

You nodded.

“I’m not going anywhere”

Jesse

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

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

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

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

“Is that right, Jesse?”

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

“Maybe I like you too?”

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

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

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

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

“You like me.”

“And you like me, too?”

“Yea.”

“Perfect.”

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

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

“Yea”

Kim

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

“Kim, for fuck sake…”

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

“Hey…” she said absent-mindedly.

“Kim…”

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry”

“You’ve said that for days, Kim.”

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

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

“I’m worried for you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jimmy

“Are you even listening to me?”

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

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

“You don’t bore me, Jimmy.”

“Sure seems like it.”

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

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

“Worried? Why?”

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

“I got this! Ok?!”

“Yea, sure you do. Sure.”

He rolled his eyes and continued walking.

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

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

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

He squeezed your shoulder.

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

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

“...Idiot.”

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

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

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

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

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

Mike

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

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

“Mike…”

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

“What?” you muttered.

“Please, let me explain.”

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

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

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

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

Your heart skipped a beat at his next words…

“I can’t lose you. Please.”

And then…

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

The kiss said more than thousands of words.

Everything made sense now.

Howard

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course!”

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

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

“Alright… Shoot.”

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

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

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

“Was that what you were trying to say?”

“Y-yea…”

“Well… I definitely feel the same.”

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

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depressopax · 24 days

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Breaking Bad/Better call Saul Alphabet

I really want to make an BrBa/BCS NSFW alphabet, like the one I'm doing for La casa de papel and Dale Cooper!

Would anyone be interested in reading that?

And which characters should I add? Open for suggestions 👀

Would OFC make it gender neutral too!

What I have in mind so far is Nacho, Kim and Jimmy.

LMK! <3

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depressopax · 24 days

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LCDP NSFW Alphabet

Part 4 - P-S | Multiple characters.

Fandom - La casa de papel

»» Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 ««

Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia Sierra x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content. MDNI! Unprotected sex, semi-public, rough sex. Reader is gender neutral Words: 1.5k Summary: Part 4 of my La casa de papel NSFW alphabet challenge! P-S (Pace, Quickie, Risk, Stamina) English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 »» AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ««

Nairobi

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on mood and situation.

Sometimes she likes to really take her time with you - going at a slow and steady pace in everything she does.

She likes making you feel worshiped

Slow, passionate sex is one of her ways of saying “I love you

However, she loves some rough sex ;)

…If she’s on top.

She likes having you underneath her - submissive and taking what she gives you

She uses a rough and fast pace when she feels like punishing you 🤭

If she had to choose, she likes something in between these two. Or changing it up during the act.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She likes them! Quickies means getting to have sex with you more often. How can she say no to that??

Don’t get me wrong, she prefers long sessions with you, but a quickie is alway welcome.

She can at least go for two or three quickies a day.

Often it’s her using her hands on you until you cum - in the kitchen, couch, wherever…

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She likes experimenting. However, she’d never risk doing something that could hurt you.

And she will also have sex in public spaces. The risk of getting caught excites her.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can go for at least two or three rounds.

She rarely stops at one round/one orgasm. No… It needs to be more.

She lasts pretty long, too.

Orgasm-denying herself just to build up frustration that she can take out on you 🥵

However, if you’re on top and taking care of her - she can’t really hold back for that long

Berlin

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes both but prefers fast - but not necessarily rough.

He wants it to feel intense and have you plead for more.

He’s more of a “fast and passionate” kinda guy.

Going slow only makes him frustrated. He wants the both of you to feel the intensity.

He saves the slow “love-making” for special occasions.

If he’s frustrated or angry he tends to be rough tho - often without realizing so.

He’ll slam into you mercilessly, only realizing how rough he is when you whimper underneath him

And he likes teasing you for it. “Aww… Is this too much for you, mi amor?~”

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

LOVES quickies!!

What’s there not to like about taking you anywhere, at any time?

He’ll have you bent over a table, pressed against a wall and hit it from behind whenever he feels like it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes it risky ;)

Doing it in public for example

Or testing his pull out game

He’ll have you sweating as he tells you how close he is - but still doesn’t pull out…

And then, before exploding he’ll pull out and release onto your ass or stomach - he’ll be a smug mf about it too

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go at it for quite a while. He’ll make sure you’re both satisfied

…But he’s insatiable, so it takes a while

He’s a horny bitch lol, so getting ready to take you once again after an orgasm doesn’t take that long.

He can last pretty long, tho. Totally depends on position etc

Denver

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Denver prefers fast and rough sex.

But he’s good at making even the dirtiest, hottest sex into something romantic.

Whether it’s with some good foreplay or amazing aftercare. He knows how to set the mood.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them.

He is always in the mood, honestly

And quickies with him are pretty amazing, too

He can go for MANY quickies.

Sometimes he prefers them over long sessions.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He takes some risks, for example doing it in public excites him.

He is not bothered by the thought of getting caught. “So what? Let’s give ‘em a show.”

Homeboy got a breeding kink - he def doesn’t bother with condoms sometimes.

So yea. He likes playing it dangerously ;)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Denver can go for multiple rounds.

He’s a quickie guy after all!

However he doesn’t last very long. 😭

But he makes it up to you by giving you extra attention and satisfies your needs - using his hands and mouth.

Tokyo

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and fast. 100%

She likes to go at it until both you and her are moaning, sweaty messes.

Slow pace bores her out tbh. She likes when it’s intense. And I mean INTENSE.

Afterwards she’ll cuddle up to you - giving both time to recover from it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are nice. The idea of having you at random time throughout the day excites her.

She makes sure to multitask - for example; doing it in the shower, when cooking, watching TV, whatever…

She has a high sex drive and is not shy to rile you up.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She takes some risks during sex - but wouldn’t do something where one of you is hurt.

And she’s always cautious and makes sure to use condoms.

She is not shy to have sex in public places - or at least whisper dirty things to you around people just to make you blush up.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She goes for at least two rounds.

…Or as many rounds as you both can handle.

Once again - she likes it rough with you.

That means long but intense sessions, sometimes neither of you have the energy for a round 2 due to the intensity.

But she lasts long. It takes something “extraordinary” to make her cum tbh ;)

Professor

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual, duhhh

He sees no point in being rough - unless he has a lot of pent up tension.

He wants to take his time with you and give you some amazing damn love-making.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He enjoys them but prefers long sessions in the evenings.

He wants to be able to really take his time and enjoy the moment with you.

If you suggest a quickie, he’s not one to disagree tho ;)

He pretty much is up for everything you suggest 😭 (service bottom Sergio?? 👀)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is pretty “vanilla”

Sergio doesn’t like getting too crazy in bed.

Just having sex with you - the person he loves - is enough thrilling to him.

He always makes sure to be prepared with condoms, lube etc, too. He plans everything out.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s got pretty average stamina.

Will go for one, maybe two rounds but focus on making it intense and satisfy you in all ways possible.

He doesn’t last that long usually - but he learns to edge himself just so he can give you pleasure and finish at the same time as you.

Alicia Sierra

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

FAST AND ROUGH. ROUGH AND FAST.

With her on top, of course.

She likes having you whimper and beg for mercy whilst she satisfies you roughly.

But she doesn’t mind slow either.

That way, she can tease you and make you whine - she finds it adorable.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Alicia likes quickies. It gives her the opportunity to do housework or work from home - whilst having sex with you at the same time ;)

Her favorite place for quickies is the shower or on top of the desk in her office.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She likes experimenting in bed. Honestly she’s down to try pretty much anything, as long as you consent.

Literally no shame - you can tell her about your fantasies and she’ll be intrigued.

She also likes doing it in public spaces - but makes sure to cover your mouth so you don’t get caught. “That’d be embarrassing”, she’ll say 😭

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Her stamina is pretty good.

She can go at it for two or three rounds.

Maybe longer, if she focuses on you.

And she knows how to make herself last long - despite the urge to cum directly from how hot she finds you - and the sex.

End of part 4

If y'all read this far - leave a comment, like or reblog! <3 Hope y'all liked it!! Also - feel free to check out my new fanfic story - A LCDP x BCS AU crossover! It would mean a lot :')

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depressopax · 26 days

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Fuck it, I want some more mutuals on here!!

Will follow everyone that boops me!

Fanfic writers AND readers, Breaking Bad/BCS and La casa de papel fans interact with this! 🫶🏼

(My original acc is @espressopax so I'll follow you all on there :))

#boop #boop day #breaking bad #better call saul #fandom #la casa de papel #writeblr #mutuals #who wants to be mutuals #fanfic writing #fanfic authors #fanfiction writer

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depressopax · 26 days

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Dale Cooper NSFW Alphabet

Part 4 - Q-T

Fandom - Twin Peaks

» Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 «

Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender-neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content. MDNI! Public sex, toys, mentions of pregnancies. Words: 0.6k Summary: Part 4 of my Dale Cooper NSFW alphabet challenge. Q-T (Quickie, risk, stamina, toys) English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 » AO3 link || Masterlist || Request «

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Dale is not that big of a fan when it comes to quickies tbh

He wants to take his time and savor every moment with you.

…And really take his time when fucking you/getting fucked

But another reason he doesn’t like them is because he’s needy in bed.

Once started, he can spend hours pleasuring you. The thought of you leaving if you for example need to leave for work after a quickie is a turn-off and frustrates him.

He doesn’t see the point of them and thinks they’re “too messy”

However, if you're both in the mood he’ll make an exception 👀

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He’s pretty vanilla and honestly weirded out by BDSM etc 😭

He would NEVER judge someone for their sexual preferences, but he’d be like “Oh🧍”

He’s open to experiment, and since he’s a switch the possibilities are endless ;)

He prefers using condoms when having sex

As an extra protection, to prevent pregnancies but also because it feels like the least messy option.

He’s not a risk taker - meaning he doesn’t feel comfortable with doing it in public either.

At least not initiate it himself.

Once, you probably gave him a handjob when in public only to watch him go all flustered in nervous; You once teased him under the table, feeling him grow hard. He gave you a warning glance to which you smiled sheepishly. You slid your hand into his pants and felt his hardened member twitch against your palm. “Not here! What if we… Fuck…” …And then he was lost. He felt too good to be nervous and all he could do was lean back and try to act unbothered - while trying to not moan. “...You’re gonna get so punished for this.”

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His sex drive isn’t that high, but when in the middle of the act?

Homeboy can go at it for HOURS

He’ll alter between using his dick, hands and tongue.

After climax - with the right amount of teasing and touching - he recovers quickly.

When he’s on top or dominating you, he usually edges himself to heighten the pleasure but also so he lasts longer.

He LOVES climaxing at the same time as you, and will wait so you can “come together” lol

However… If he’s being a bottom or sub, he doesn’t last long.

The right amount of teasing and you moving on top of him is enough for him to lose control.

It gets worse when you taunt him for it too - it only turns him on further 😭

He cums quickly - luckily his stamina is high so you can continue having fun ;)

Sometimes it might even get a bit overwhelming for you.

He’d be so energetic in bed honestly

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Pretty clueless when it comes to toys.

He finds one of your sex toys, totally fascinated by it lmao

“So… You use this to… Masturbate?” “...Yea” “Awesome! Can I try it on you?”

A bit weirded out at first

But he really likes using them on you

…And on himself too

That’s not something he tells you, tho.

But if you buy him a sex toy and use it on him, he wouldn’t complain at all ;)

Once comfortable with toys, he buys you toys to use alone or with him.

The thought of you using a toy he brought to satisfy yourself turns him on.

…And then he discovered he has a kink for sex-toys.

Seriously, he’ll buy you all kinds of toys to try. One of the few times he’ll be risky in bed 🤭

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From ABQ with love, Nacho

A Nacho spinoff & LCDP x BCS Crossover AU

Chapter 2

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Words: 1.6k Warnings: None? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

“I have a plan” Four-eyes - that’s what I’ll call him now - says.

I cross my arms and stare at him.

“Shoot.”

“What makes a person a villain?”

“What…?”

“Where do we draw the line? When does one become a villain?”

“I dunno… Maybe when robbing a bank?” Maybe I shouldn’t be such a jerk.

Too bad I don’t care.

“Not a bank. The Royal Mint, Ignacio.” He corrects me as if it matters.

As the lunatic Four-eyes seems to be, he starts pacing the room. “And we’re not really “robbing”... You know about Robin Hood, right?”

I nod.

“Of course.” Does he think I’m that fucking stupid?

“That’s our plan. We’re not stealing. We’re printing our own money.”

“...That’s your big plan? To counterfeit some money? Amazing.”

I don’t know why I’m being so rude, but what am I supposed to do?

Blindly believe this lunatic to a man successfully will take over one of the most secure places in Madrid? And print money?

“Ridiculous.” I stand up again.

“Do you have somewhere better to be?” Finally, he sounds annoyed. I shrug. “Do you want me to reassure you that your father is alive?”

“How dare you talk about him?!”

Four-eyes looks calm again. How can he be so calm?

“Ignacio… Like it or not, but we’re allies now. I saved you, and now, I need your help”

“And if I don’t want to?”

“Then you’re on your own. I can’t save someone that doesn’t want to be saved.”

On my own. I’d be stuck here, in a country I’ve never been to before. Stay, and wait until someone finds me. And knowing Gus right, knowing the cartel… They’ll make sure it’s a slow, painful death.

“...I need to think.” I am just about to walk out, and once again - he talks.

Damnit! Can he shut the fuck up already?

“How about 2.4 billion euros?”

I freeze. 2.4 billion. I can’t even wrap my head around how much money that is. With that money, I could go anywhere. I could start over, somewhere far from New Mexico. I could get a new identity. Never have to work another day. Never have to do anything criminal.

And… I barely dare to hope, but… Dad. I can reunite with dad. I can bring him to a safe place. With the money, he’d never have to work again. He could retire early, and be the most rich damn old man ever.

“I’m listening.”

Four-eyes smiles and behind the thick glasses, I can see an entertained shine in his eyes. Finally - it says.

“Thank you.”

He once again starts explaining, only this time - I listen.

After three days my new crew arrives - one by one. The morning when the youngest robber - Rio - arrives at the Toledo House, Four-eyes tells me:

“You need a name.”

“Like an… Alias?”

“Exactly.”

“Nacho.” I say. Professor shakes his head.

“No. A brand new one. A city name”

City?

“Why?”

“No names, and no personal relationships. So what will it be?”

Oh, I know one.

The man named Rio can’t be more than 19. He seems disoriented. Poor guy.

It reminds me of myself - when I first joined the cartel. I must’ve looked just like that - young, confused and out of place. I could feel sympathy, of course. But I just stare at the curly haired guy with skepticism. So does Berlin. His dark, dead eyes stare at Rio. Professor walks next to him.

“Rio, meet your crew.” He nods at me and the fancy son of a bitch.

“Berlin” he says with a nod and then it’s my turn.

“Albuquerque.”

When choosing my city name, it felt obvious to be “Albuquerque.”

The past is already haunting me. Always will. So I’ll embrace it.

Reclaim it.

Our city named crew grows.

Oslo and Helsinki. Two bearded men that must be almost 6.2 feet tall. Oslo is quiet and reserved - Helsinki is extroverted and impulsive.

One day, Professor drives me and Rio to an abandoned hangar. His hideout, and where he’ll stay hidden whilst me and the others are locked in the Royal Mint.

It’s shabby and poorly isolated with rain puddles on the floor by the entrance. Other than that, there’s a table, boxes on the floor and a bunk bed. Four-eyes has a setup with two computer screens, a keyboard, headphones, speakers, a lamp and a red, retro phone.

“What are we doing here?” I ask.

“I need help setting things up for later.”

“But it’s five months left?” Rio questions

“Better to be on the safe side, am I right?”

Me and Rio glance at each other but don't question the Professor's words. He calls for Rio, who helps him set everything up and test the equipment. It takes at least 2 hours for him to explain everything to Four-eyes. It reminds me of all the times I’ve helped dad with his phone and computer. I wander the abandoned place restlessly. It’s not much to look at, and I don’t feel like interrupting the Four-eyes and the Computer-kid. I have nicknames for them all. As I walk through the shabby room, my eyes fixate on the corner of the room. At one point I accidentally drop a glass to the floor. The Professor flinches and looks at me. Rio grins.

I used to despise clumsy people, and those who couldn’t focus when having an important task at hand. How the tables turned. But then again, I’m Albuquerque now.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Professor mutters and turns to the computer again. “We’ll be done soon.”

Yep. Now I really feel like a dumb kid.

When we’re finally about to head back to Toledo, Four-eyes pulls me aside.

“I am a man that keeps my promises. I want you to know that.”

The fuck are you talking about? I want to ask. But my words get stuck. He shows me a security camera, probably one that Rio has hacked for him. The camera shows an airport, and a line of people checking in to get on a plane.

Dad. He’s right there, handing his passport and ticket over to a lady his age. She checks it and hands everything back smiling. But dad isn’t smiling. He looks tense. Tired.

Of course. He thinks I’m dead.

I sink into the chair that Rio just left.

“This was two days ago. The airport in Santa Fe.”

He scrolls through other cameras. The trip must’ve been hell. My father prefers to be at home and only travel to different towns, never further than two hours away. He was adventurous when he was younger - just like me. But the older and more anxious he got - the less he left the house unless it was for work.

…And now he has to move to the other side of the world, because of you.

The guilt washes over me again. The anxiety I can’t seem to shake off - ever.

He changes planes two times. The last camera Professor shows me is him arriving at the airport somewhere in Canada. Where I don’t know - I don’t care really.

All that matters is that he’s not in Albuquerque anymore. The cartel, nor Gus, can hurt him anymore.

“When was this?”

“Two days ago. He’s safe, Ignacio.”

I breathe out. It feels like I’ve been holding my breath for weeks and only now can exhale.

“Thank you.” Is all I can say. The cameras show the same scene over and over - dad getting off the plane. I continue watching it, until I finally believe my eyes. I could cry from relief. Not here. I blink the tears away and stand up.

“Well then. Let’s go back to Toledo.”

I shut my emotions off and walk out of the hangar.

Dad is alive. And for now, that’s all that matters to me.

“So… A jewelry thief, a hacker, an cartel man and us, two war veterans… Who else?”

Helsinki asks during an awkward dinner. Berlin laughs and I can’t keep myself from smiling. It indeed is a weird gang. But then again, nothing normal about planning a heist.

It’s raining outside. The house is cold, so Professor has lit up the wood stove so we won't freeze to death. I hate the cold. It must look ridiculous to wear a jacket indoors, but I don’t care. Even the food is cold, but still tasty. Or maybe that’s because I’m hungry. And I need the food. When I was on the run back home, food wasn’t my top priority. I’ve lost weight, and muscles. Now, when I have a heist to participate in I need to regain it.

“Well… We have an ex-drug dealer, a thief, a robber and a money-counterfeiter. They’ll all join us later this week.”

“And when we’re all gathered, what then?” I ask.

“That’s when the practical part of the heist begins. I’ll tell you all about the plan and how we’ll successfully make history.”

Make history.

The Professor might be a damn lunatic, but still… You gotta be a bit fucked up to succeed. And he indeed is. He has confidence and, whether I want to admit it or not - a good plan.

My dad’s alive and safe, and if I pull this heist off, then I can reunite with him.

Hope is a dangerous thing but for the first time in years, that’s what I feel.

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depressopax · 26 days

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hey! Are you good? Hope so!

So I don’t really know how this requests work, and I’ve read the rules you wrote so I’m so sorry if I do something wrong, if you can of course, could you do some fluff/comfort with Sergio Marquina from La casa de papel? Something like she risks herself for him because of a mistake that the guys did from inside the heist, and as they were the only ones out there and he was working with something else, she goes and solves the problem herself, but she puts herself in risk and Sergio is super worried but feeling loved and wanted at the same time.

Even if you can’t do it thank you for your time and attention anyway, have a good day!

HIII! Thank you for the request! Sorry it took a while, but here it is! I changed some things up, but tried keeping to the suggested plot. I hope you like it and thanks for your patience! Have a good day! <3

I did it for love

Fandom - La casa de papel

The Professor/Sergio Marquina x gn!reader

Pairing: The Professor x gender neutral reader Genre: Hurt/comfort Warning(s): Spoilers for LCDP! Injury, guns, Berlin being a jerk lol, cuss words and insults. Reader is referred to as "Athens" and is gender-neutral, goes by they/them! Words: 1.5K Summary: After The Professor dissapears, Reader is dissapointed and tries dealing with the hostages alone. English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

“What happens if the plan goes south?” The others grunted at the question.

“Athens… Por favor! Have some faith in us.” Berlin chanted with a smug grin.

How you wish you could erase it from his face. Instead, you turned to look at the Professor. He adjusted his glasses.

“If it would go south… I’ll be there to guide you all. Remember, I’ll be one call away. And you have Berlin to handle whatever dangers you might face.”

I’ll be there. - One call away.

Bullshit.

24 hours have almost gone by without a sign of life from the Professor. Shit is escalating. With arguments, disagreements, Berlin’s cruelness and Tokyo’s pathetic attempts to overpower him, together with Denver and Rio, the crew is totally fucked.

You don’t know what’s worse - the fact that the plan is falling apart, the Professor's betrayal - or the fact that you, despite all- feels worried for him. You want to be angry, you should be angry. Still… The worry grows. Did he get arrested? Is he hurt? Why the hell isn’t he calling?! With determined steps, you walk into the office that is used to communicate with the Professor. Berlin is the only one allowed to keep in touch with him. But the plan is going south. Berlin has lost his mind, so has Tokyo. Who gives a damn if you break one rule? So you call him on the red phone. You wait, and wait, and wait… You repeat the same procedure three times before slamming the plastic phone back in its place.

When leaving the room, Berlin stands outside the door. He’s leaning against the wall and looks smug.

“Athens. Are you sneaking around?”

But you don’t have the energy to reply. As you walk off, he grabs your arm.

“Let go!” you hiss.

“You tried calling him, didn’t ya?”

“So what? At least I’m not sleeping with a hostage! I haven’t killed anyone, fuck! I haven’t raised my gun once. I have followed you, and the Professor since the start. But you? You and the others?” You laugh and shake your head. “No. You just had to ruin it. And now? The Professor is gone.”

Berlin's grip around your arm tightens and his face twists into a look of pure madness.

“I’m in charge here, Athens. Know your damn place.” he hisses right back at you and for the first time you feel threatened by him.

Suddenly… Gunshots. And the scream of frightened hostages.

Berlin lets go of you and for the anger towards each other fades. Disagreement asides, you have a job to do. Together, you grab the guns and run.

Is this the time when I’ll have to use the gun? You think and hold it out like a shield as you run straight into the room where the hostages are kept.

Arturito you idiot.

A confused and angry Denver's stands with his arms in the air and a gun to his head. Without thinking twice you sneak down the stairs. You must look wild, with fury in your eyes and a raised gun. Of course no hostage dares to warn Arturo about your presence.

“Drop the gun, Arturito.” He flinches when realizing someone’s behind him. His few seconds of fright is all it takes to regain control of the situation.

“You ok, Denver?”

“Yea, thank you, Athens. Let’s deal with this son of a bitch.” you both stare at Arturo.

How he got the gun, you don’t know. But this could've ended poorly. Really poorly. Just as the situation is under control, it happens. “Athens!” Denver yells and raises his gun. You turn around, and suddenly something slaps into the side of your head.

A sharp pain courses through your body and you fall.

“Athens? A word, please.” The professor had said to you, after class. The others left and you stayed.

“Yea? What’s up?”

You both sat down and the bearded man looked at you.

“You’re worried. About the plan”

“Well… Yes, I am.” you had admitted. “No offense, Professor, but… What if something happens? And what if you don’t answer the phone when we need you, for some reason?”

“If that happens, Berlin will take over for me. Do you trust me, Athens?” A nod in reply. “My top priority is safety for you and the others. I promise to get all of you out. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He smiled reassuringly at you and from nowhere… A warm feeling spread through your body. You’d never had him smile at you before. That day, you’d been at the Toledo House for two months. Professor saved your life and ever since he took you under his wings, you felt something towards him. Something besides friendship.

“Do you trust me?” you had asked. He seemed startled and adjusted his glasses whilst nodding.“Of course I do, Athens.”

“You’re a good person, Professor.”

He blushed up.

“Uhm, thank you.”

“I mean it.”

During those two months, the two of you had built a connection. Both could feel it, but denied it. Mainly because of the “No relationships” rule. But you couldn’t help it. You wanted him. When you moved closer to him, he didn’t say anything. But when you leaned forward…

“Athens.” His voice was firm.

“Sorry.”

“You know the rules.” He stood up and tried meeting your eyes, but eye contact was the last thing you wanted. You looked away in shame.

“Sorry.”

He sighed and walked closer again.

“It’s ok. But I don’t feel the same. I’m sorry.” he turned to leave the classroom, but then added. “You’re a good person, Athens. And I trust you. Don’t you forget that.”

He hurries back to the hideout. That was a close shot. Sergio had gone back to the Toledo House to plant some false evidence for the dear police force. But he didn’t expect that he’d almost get caught. When he enters the room, the phone is ringing. He’s ashamed. It’s been 24 hours.

He, the mastermind of the heist, left his team to fight alone. He hates himself for it.

My top priority is safety for you and the others. I promise to get all of you out. Okay?

That’s what he once told Athens. They probably hate him now, all of them… But the thought of you hating him, that hurts. He picks up the phone.

“Berlin.” “Where the hell have you been?” his half-brother hisses on the phone.

“I had to fix some things. Sorry.”

Berlin sighs.

“Alright. Well, shit is going down here. The hostages tried escaping. They wounded Athens.”

Sergio almost drops the phone. Athens. Athens.

“Are they ok?!”

“Will be. They’re unconscious right now.”

Berlin continues updating him about the situation at the Royal Mint, but the Professor, the mastermind behind the heist, and the calm man with a plan for everything - isn’t listening. He’s thinking of you. Your smile, laughter, and the confession… And now, you’re wounded, all because of him. He broke his first rule, because at this very moment he realizes he indeed likes you.

More than a friend.

After giving Berlin and the others instructions on how to handle the hostages, he scrolls through the security cameras, to keep the team updated in case he sees something shady. But his eyes remain on the camera showing the room you’re in. He just wants to see you wake up and make sure you’re ok. And finally, you blink your eyes open. At first, you feel a bit disoriented. Then the memories come back. The hostages. As you sit up, the room spins and you have to lay down again with a grunt. You hold yourself up on your elbows and take deep breaths. The back of your head feels sore.

Sergio almost throws himself over the red phone as he sees you’re awake. When the phone rings, you pick up.

“Professor?” “Athens…” He whispers, letting out a loud sigh in relief. Guilt washes over him and he rubs his forehead. “I’m so sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault. I was acting reckless.” “I promised I’d be there, Athens. And I wasn't…”

“Alright then… We’re both idiots.”

He laughs at this, and without realizing it, he’s crying, too.

“But I’m the biggest idiot.” “Can’t argue with that, Prof.”

“I’ll make it up to you, somehow. I promise.”

“Are you ok, Prof?” He can hear the worry in your voice and it both flusters him and makes the guilt worse. You just got injured by a damn hostage, but worried for him?

“I’m just glad to hear your voice.”

The silence is comfortable.

“I should go back and help the others…”

“Athens. No. You need to rest.”

“But I-” but when you sit up, everything spins again. “...Ok.” “I wish I was there right now. To protect you.” Sergio realizes what he just confessed too, and how it might come across. But he doesn’t care. He means it.

“I’ll hold you to your words.”

With that, Sergio finds the strength and motivation needed to be a good leader again. He’ll get you out of the Royal Mint. You and the others. And after he’s done that - He will never let you go.

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depressopax · 28 days

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feeling called out today

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depressopax · 29 days

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Meet the creator

Fuck it, let's hop on the Meet the creator trend!!

I made this at 1AM so it's a bit messy lmao 😭

To everyone seeing this:

HIII I'm Pax and I'm a fanfic writer! :)

Other accs:

@espressoarts - My beginners digital art

I write mostly for Better call Saul and La casa de papel (aka the shows I'm hyperfixating on)

Anyways lol, here's meee!

Also: I'd love to become mutuals with more author or maybe artists out there!

Or if you just happen to share interests with me! Say hi in the comments

(I'm sometimes bad at keeping in touch but would be nice!)

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From ABQ with love, Nacho

Chapter 1

This is the first chapter of my LCDP x BCS AU/Nacho spin-off. More info can be found here! || AO3 link

Chapter summary: After being saved by "The fancy son of a bitch", his travel from Albuquerque, to an unknown destination begins. But who is the man really? Why did he save Nacho? And where are they headed? Words: 1.8k TW: Drugs/drugging, cuss words, blood [Might be a bit OOC, bare with me] English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

I don’t know where he’s taking me, the man who introduced himself as “Berlin” - But I choose to remain to calling him “The fancy son of a bitch”

But I don’t dare to ask him. Whether I like it or not - He saved my ass.

So when he threatens to kill me if I try escaping, when he drugs me into obedience, when he drives me through the country, and when we sit down at the airport and then on the plane - I don’t make a sound.

Plane I haven’t been on a plane since I was a kid.

Me and dad only went on trips a couple of times.

We didn’t grow up poor - and my childhood was happy.

My dad was a single parent and had his own company, so it was up to him to make sure his son was well fed.

He did a good job, my dad. But I had the tendency to get myself into trouble.

It was a combination of the adrenaline junkie within me, the people I made friends with, and the economical situation me and dad had.

It started with Domingo and Tuco - and escalated into the Salamancas and the cartel.

Dad is an honorable man. In the fog of my mind, I see his face. I remember us on that airplane once, when I went on my first vacation. I was so excited, and he smiled at me.

It hurts. It fucking hurts.

He probably thinks I’m dead. In some ways, I am indeed dead.

Did Mike keep his promise? Is my dad safe?

I’m not religious but still I pray to all Gods possible that he gets out safely.

I hate myself for putting him in danger. I hate myself for my choices.

And I hate the fancy son of a bitch next to me.

We fly first class.

He’s a rich fuck, too. He looks unfazed, where he sits reading a book and drinking what I can only guess is alcohol.

Drinking in the light of the day, on a plane? Seriously?

The rich son of a bitch who calls himself “Berlin” looks at me. I must have been staring. If looks could kill, he’d drop dead now.

“I would offer you a scotch, but you’re high.” he chuckles and I grunt in reply. I turn my head to not see his smug face. My situation is confusing and humiliating enough. He continues talking to me, but I’m not listening.

Somehow, he reminds me of Lalo.

The way he talks, his confidence and that sick, twisted personality. They’d make good friends. I manage to laugh and surprise both him and myself.

“Where… We headed…” I manage to spit out. Literally tho. I don’t know what kind of drugs I’m on, but it's difficult to open and close my mouth. I’m probably drooling. And he probably finds joy in seeing people like that.

“Spain. But to which town I can’t let you know.”

Spain…

“Why?”

“Because I’m ordered to bring you there. A friend of mine has an offer for you. And you’re a damn stupid brat if you don’t agree. Besides, this little trip cost me a fortune. Imagine all the fancy wines I could’ve brought, instead of picking up some depressed, bald cartel man.”

Suddenly I’m happy to be drugged. The fancy son of a bitch should be too. I’d slap his smug face bloody if I could.

I don’t give a fuck that he “saved” me. I don’t care if we’re on a plane. I’d ruin him.

“Fuck you.” I whisper.

He glances at me, up and down. I must look ridiculous with sweaty, dirty clothes, wounds and bruises on my face. That, with the dark circles marking my dark eyes, combined with how affected I must look from the drugs, with half open mouth and eyes. He definitely notices, because his next words are:

“I have no idea what the Professor saw in you.”

The Professor? I choke back a laugh. Berlin. The professor. What the fuck is this?

“You should’ve let me die.”

Silence.

“Yes. Yes I should have, huh?” He puts the book down and stares blankly at me. “I’ll get some sleep. Ima have to drug you again, so you don’t try suffocating me with a pillow.”

“Yea. Because I’d definitely try to escape when we’re on a damn plane.” My voice is coated with sarcasm and the fancy son of a bitch laughs. When he hands me a pill, I don’t have the energy, nor willpower to disagree. I swallow it down with water and soon my brain is fogged up again and I enter a world of dreams.

I remember my dad’s worry. I had just joined the cartel and for the first time in my life, I was beaten bloody. My face was swollen and I was limping when I sunk down outside his door.

“Hijo?” a tired voice said. His face twisted to concern, to anger and then fright. Having to explain what had happened to him was not easy. His worry was not the worst. It was the disappointment in his eyes.

“Sorry.” I mumbled. “I got this under control, ok?”

What a lie.

The next day is the same: Airplanes and cars - in the company of what I’m now sure is a sociopath. He talks to me as if we were friends. He mocks me like he hates me, and he asks me questions like he was a cop and I was a suspect. I can’t figure him out. At all.

When we finally arrive at an old house in the dead of night, I’m finally free from those damn pills, and I get to eat some real food. I even get my own room. That night, I slept like I’ve never slept before.

The wardrobe in “my room” has some simple t-shirts and jeans, a pair of sweatpants, a hoodie, and even some work-out clothes.

I should feel relieved but I’m anxious. It feels like danger creeps over me. Is this some sort of sick joke? Is “Berlin” part of the cartel too? I don’t know. At least the door to the room is open. The house is dark and dusty. If someone actually lives here, they must be a disruptive person. I walk the house mindlessly. I find a kitchen, dining room, bathrooms and like 8 more bedrooms. There’s even an attic.

Curiosity takes over and I climb the stairs up.

I walk into… A classroom…?

Yes. A classroom.

A blackboard, a desk with pens and papers… A line of small tables and chairs, exactly like the ones I used to sit by when I was young and in school.

One word is written with white chalk on the board: ¡Bienvenido! It says.

“Hello.” I flinch and by instinct reach for the gun I don't carry anymore.

Not because this man looks like a threat either ways.

The thin, bearded man seems to be my age, with dark, thick glasses, wavy hair and a dark suit. Everything he’s wearing is dark. As dark as the house. He doesn’t look like a snob. The suit looks as old and vintage as the interior of the house. Must be he who owns the residence. He almost looks like a…

“Professor.” I mumble. The man smiles and looks nervous.

“That’s right. You may call me ‘The Professor’”

No thank you. Is what I don’t say. I just stare at him, as if he just told me a joke that wasn’t funny.

“Ignacio…” he sighs and pulls out a chair. He takes a seat and looks at me. I should hate him. But I can't. Not yet, either ways. “...I’m sorry about your trip here. Berlin can be… Intense.”

“He’s a sociopath.” I correct him with a hiss.

“...Whatever you want to call him. Do you know why you’re here, Mr. Varga?”

Mr. Varga. I’m starting to think this man is older than he seems.

“No.”

“It’s because I have a plan. And I need you for it to work.”

“What? You needed to bring me all the way from Albuquerque and to… Wherever the hell we are, for it?”

“In Toledo. And yes. I needed to.”

“How’d you find me? And why?” I start to feel annoyed, but mostly because I’m so calm. I’ve totally lost my mind. I shouldn’t even hear this man out. Still, I want to. I need to understand my own situation.

“You were in a dark place, Ignacio. But in the darkness there's light. There’s this man that told me about you. He told me about your situation, about your skills and past. You’re a great asset to my team.”

“Who?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“To me it does!”

The Professor starts looking annoyed now too.

“Can I please talk?” The way he’s talking makes me feel like a kid. It’s like getting lectured and I hate it. So I sigh and seal my lips.

“Of course.”

“Thank you.” he adjusts the thick glasses. “Like I was saying; You’re a great asset to my team. You have been in the cartel, you know how to handle weapons and I’m guessing you’re good when it comes to money?”

“What the fuck is this?” I stand up. I’m starting to lose my patience with this shit, hell, I lost it the second I got here.

I walk up to him, threatingly. It seems to work. Of course.

“Manuel Varga. He’s alive and well.”

I want to kill him for talking about my father. But I also want to cry and thank him for saving my father.

“How do you…”

“I promise to hand you proof of his safety, if you promise to hear me out.”

The Professor sounds stern. Yea. His nickname definitely makes sense now. I sit down again. Finally, the bearded man starts talking.

“This week, you’ll meet your new crew of eight other criminals. You - and Berlin, are the first to arrive. These people shall be your new “family”. You’ll eat together, live together and get to know each other - build up trust and grow strong - together.”

He goes quiet.

“Okay…?” I say, my eyebrows furrowing.

“And then… In five months from now… We’ll rob the Royal Mint of Spain.”

I’m startled. Shocked. Then I laugh. This is a sick joke. Of course. My laughter dies out. The man stares blankly at me. Oh God. He’s being serious.

“...That’s impossible.”

“Difficult, yes. But not impossible, Ignacio.”

We stare each other down. After a while, I shake my head.

“How?”

He smiles at me. A cocky smile, this time. For the first time, I actually see more in him - besides a four-eyed lunatic. Maybe, just maybe…

“I have a plan.”

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