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deadly-poets · 9 months

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Baby, I'm Dangerous.

SUMMARY: Don (Y/N) is a well known cartel boss, her connections with Don Eladio became very well visible. She is a close family friend of the Salamanca family ever since she started to do business with Don Eladio, knowing Don Hector and various nieces. Especially the one that stands out the most, Lalo Salamanca, a bastard was his title from the woman. When Lalo comes back from Albuquerque with Nacho to see Don Eladio, he meets (Y/N) once again.

NOTE: This is a one shot! :) I was very much thinking of making this a fic but I'm not sure if others would enjoy it, but if you're interested, I would definitely make it a fic :)) or just one shot request <3. You may request a Don!Reader x Lalo one shots! Or even with other bcs characters :D. This is short because It's late at night and I'm tired 💪. Enjoy tho?

Word Count: 980

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Spanish Google Translate, Slightly OOC Lalo.

PAIRING: Lalo Salamanca X Don!Female!Reader.

✧˖°.(Y/N) FOUND HERSELF NEXT TO DON ELADIO, listening to him talk to Don Juan.

The woman did not seem interested, as they only started to talk about Gustavo Fring, a cartel affiliate of theirs.

What she heard had made a little mistake which made Lalo a little suspicious of the man.

With a big gulp of her drink in her hand, she felt her throat burn at the bittersweet taste of the alcoholic drink in her hand.

She had to drink something to keep herself from falling asleep from all the standing, hoping to god that the day would end faster than it would.

Silence merged between the two men when he heard a familiar voice come into the distance, Lalo Salamanca was greeting the people around him, flirting with every girl in a bikini he saw.

“¡Mira quien es!” (Look who it is!) Don Eladio exclaimed, watching as Lalo approached them.

(Y/N) wasn’t too happy to see Lalo, hell would you expect her to be.

Lalo had his usual shit-eating grin upon his lips, looking at Don Eladio.

“Don Eladio” was the words that escaped his lips, embracing Don Eladio in a hug like two siblings being reunited for a dinner party.

“Sabía que los americanos no podrían retenerte” (I knew the Americans couldn’t hold you) Eladio said as both males let out laughs, (Y/N) sighed, knowing she was going to need to get along with Lalo.

When the Salamanca noticed, he returned the charming smile of his.

“Don (Y/N)! Look at you, all dolled up for me?” Lalo teased, only making the female bite back her tongue from sending death threats to him.

Lalo lets out a chuckle, proud to get this reaction out of her, but he was hoping to get out of more than potential death threats.

Lalo had shaken Don Juan's hand, having a small talk about his arrival back home, thinking that he paid off the gringos to get him back here but Lalo had his ways.

He peeked at the stack of wrapped cash neatly placed on the table. He smacked one of them, feeling the plastic wrap.

“¿Qué es tado esto?”(What’s all this?) Lalo questioned, looking back at Elaido and Juan.

“Es lo que me trajo Bolsa de Fring”(it’s what Bolsa brought me from Fring) Eladio replied, Lalo raised his brows, nodding like he was impressed with what Fring had sent Eladio, Fring's men wrapping the money nicely like that, but Lalo knew his gift was going to be more impressive than Frings.

When the time came, they found themselves walking in front of Eladio’s house to see a brand new red car, it was impressive to see what Lalo had planned for the cartel boss like he was spoiling him with all his money.

(Y/N) watched Eladio trace his fingers across the smooth surface of the red car.

Her (E/C) eyes glazed at the car, It was a nice car indeed, she wouldn’t even imagine giving Eladio this kind of gift like the cartel boss might have deserved.

“Are you jealous?” Lalo queried, trying to examine her facial expressions but they were unreadable.

“Jealous? Why would I be jealous?” (Y/N) sneered at his question.

“Jealous that I’m not spoiling you like Don Eladio” He smirked, letting those words sink out of his teeth into her mind, Jealousy was not what a feeling that (Y/N) felt at all, she wouldn’t have cared less of what Eladio received.

“Like I need your money, Eduardo” The woman hissed at him, Lalo felt tense hearing her call him ‘Eduardo’ but he seemed to like it.

After what felt like hours, Eladio found the trunk of the car which in this newer car model was on the front of the car.

Eladio called it the 'Frunk', letting out a laugh, he opened it to see a yellow box with a red sparkling now on it.

He lifted the top of the box to see a bunch of cash stacked nicely like he liked it.

(Y/N) hates to admit to these things but she was impressed with this amount of ideal setting for him.

Like Lalo and Gustavo we're having some competition, who was best at giving gifts to Don Eladio.

"You're the man!" Eladio exclaimed in Spanish, pointing at Lalo, only making the cartel man have a smile plastered on his lips at the words that came out of Eladio's mouth.

"Did you hear that? I'm the man" Lalo said to (Y/N), making her chuckle at him.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't rub it in on me, Eduardo" She said, crossing her arms, watching Eladio admire the car and the money in awe.

Lalo knew that she hated when he would rub his victory in her face, that Eladio now would favor him over her.

But he just couldn't help it, teasing the cartel boss was always his skill, and it was fun to piss her off like this.

(Y/N) was a hard woman to please, Lalo knew that from the start, from the very beginning, he fell hard.

He fell in love with a woman who would break his heart to a million pieces, and he LOVED it.

#Spotify #lalo salamanca #x reader #lalo salamanca x reader #better call saul #eduardo lalo salamanca #female reader #don eladio #oneshot #bcs #imagine #better call saul oneshot #guys im going insane #help im tired

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lanliangsu · 5 months

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En la muerte no hay descanso eterno si lo compartes con la persona que asesinaste a sangre fría.

Comm by: huyandere ✨ (tumblr & twitter)

#laloward #better call saul #fanfic #oneshot #lalo salamanca #howard hamlin #ao3 #wattpad

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asgardianangel · 2 years

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Perfect One-Shot

Ignacio/Nacho x reader

Warnings: Strong language, Verbally and emotionally abuse (not from Nacho), Violence, protective! Nacho, fluff with a tiny bit of angst

“You okay baby?” Ignacio asked noticing you staring at him under the moonlight in the comfort of his bed “Just admiring you Nachito” he huffed lightly at the nickname given to him by Lalo you loved teasing him with it. He then caressed your cheek lovingly. It reminded you of when you both first met.

It was at his Father Manuel’s automobile shop six months ago and it started off as one the worst days of your life because you were stuck in a toxic relationship with a man who wouldn’t let you go a day without being clutched in his jealous rage. Always criticising what you wore and the unwanted attention you got from men sometimes his own asshole friends. You just had enough at this point.

As always, he wanted to upgrade his shitty Honda car that day in midst of another fury of an argument. You couldn’t even understand a single word he spouted as he was ranting that fast.

Calling every insult under the sun you sat there in the passenger seat numb almost used to it. He ended it with a slam of the car door making you jump. Sighing in relief you sat up looking around to see him talking to an older man.

Opening the door, you got yourself out after a little breather and single tear wipe. A group of men you assume mechanics made their way to the car. Saying a quick ‘hello’ to them you messaged your best friend telling her about today’s argument.

“Are you okay?” An unfamiliar voice asked looking up you saw a rather handsome man. His hair was shaven and he carried a tough but friendly demeanour in his deep brown eyes as his face carried concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine just relationship things I guess”. You brushed it off with a sniff.

“I think the whole shop heard the way he spoke to you just now and I know it's none of my business but no man should ever speak to a woman like that.” You were grateful for him speaking against your ex’s behaviour when others would choose to ignore. You just needed an opportunity to escape the douchebag having no support other than your best friend f/n. Who would occasionally offer you place to sleep on some nights when things would get worse.

“Thanks for your concern but I'm used to it by now.” You said looking to the ground but the man held your chin making you look at him. “He’s a cabron (asshole) and you have to get out of it before things become not only insults you understand?”

You laugh a little at his insult but he was right. “It’s not as easy as it looks” You huffed.

“You will find a way I promise my name is Ignacio by the way but my friends call me Nacho my father owns this shop” He pointed towards the older gentleman talking to your ex behind the till.

“Nacho hm? I’m Y/N” You smile. Ignacio was about to continue the conversation when he heard his father call him.

“I gotta go remember what I said” he reminded scratching the back of his neck.

Watching as he walked back inside the shop feeling yourself blushing a little.

‘What a nice and might I say very handsome man’ You thought to yourself almost dreamily.

Abruptly snapping out of it you saw the face of the man you hate yourself for falling for storm over to you.

“You think your so fucking sly, don’t you?” he spat with venom. You stood up a little crossing your arms so tired of it.

“I don’t know what you are talking about Nathan”

His face tenses with rage as he got all up your space

“You're a little bitch do you know that? Flirting with every guy you fucking see even lowlife mechanics now” He accused viciously

Looking down you fight against his insults by saying “I wasn’t flirting in fact everyone on this premises heard what an asshole you are to me” Looking up at him putting emphasis on your fire back.

“What’s gotten into you huh?” He questioned like you were the stupid one.

“What’s gotten into me?” You repeated. “You are the asshole bringing me down and causing arguments because you are so insecure, I can't even breathe in the same direction as other men let alone look”

At this point he snapped at your words gripping your arm tightly you winced at the pain “I am so sick of your attitude you slut” He seethed.

Looking at him dead in the eye you tried pulling out of his grip “let go Nathan! "You said loud enough for workers to stop what they were doing and watch the commotion.

“I think we should go home now fuck this shop I'm not having you act like a slut here.” You looked over his shoulder to see Nacho who was wiping his hands on a cloth his eyes burning with anger at the scene.

“I’m not going anywhere!” You yelled looking back at Nathan.

His hand raised to a fist and you prepared to what you have been expecting for some time now. Closing your eyes expecting to feel the blow

“HEY!” Nathan turned around and didn’t have time to react to Nacho’s fist meeting his face.

Thud!

He fell to the ground Nacho gazed at you with a smile wiping his hands together. His face turns serious staring at Nathan who was cleaned up his bloody nose with his trembling hand. Nacho grabbed him by the scruff of his jacket and slammed his shoe on his hand preventing him from moving. “If you ever touch her or even look at her ever again you will have me to deal with. Understand?” Nathan was too scared to speak you always knew he was a weak little boy inside. His shoe crushed his hand further “DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!” He yelled in his face.

“Yes, I will not touch or look at her again” His voice trembled with fear. You felt like laughing a little seeing the man that made your life a living hell almost on the verge of tears.

“Good. Now get the fuck off this property before I beat the living shit out of you” Nacho removed his shoe off his hand and whistled to a co-worker who gave him Nathan’s keys which Nacho threw on top of Nathan

Scurrying like a mouse off the ground he got into his car and floored it leaving only dust behind.

You gazed back at Nacho who held a smirk “Well he won't be bothering you anymore” he moved closer to you and started caressing your cheek. It’s been a long time since you felt affection “You, okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, thank you Nacho” You smiled before placing a kiss to his cheek noticing a bit of blood on his knuckle “I wish I could repay you somehow but I'm not in the best place financially”

Chuckling a little he shook his head slightly holding onto your hand “That's okay how about I take you out for a drink sometime” He suggested.

Not giving it any thought, you agreed

Time passed and you have never been so happy what a good boyfriend he truly made even after learning about his side ‘job’ it didn’t you away from him thinking of that saying ‘nobody is perfect’ but in the back your mind

Nacho was...

#nacho varga #fanfiction #better call saul #oneshot #better call saul fanfic #nacho varga x reader

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angelkakewritings · 1 year

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GHOST IN THE ALBUQUERQUE SUN: Ignacio Varga x Reader

Written by: ANGELKAKEWRITINGS

One shot || 18+

Disclaimer: I do not own the canon characters of the Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul universe. The photo posted above does not belong to me!

CW: Reader is deceased for a majority of the story! Heavy mentions of death, murder, grieving, funeral mention, angst, flashbacks, reader is in a mutually beneficial relationship with a faceless man , established relationship with Ignacio, gun violence, drug mentions, simp!ignacio, mutual crush, flirting, mentions of tuco and the Salamanca twins

Pronouns used in story: She/Her/Hers

Author’s Note: Hello there! I hope this finds you well! I wanted to start off by both thanking and acknowledging everyone who enjoyed the last piece I uploaded, it’s so wonderful seeing how much you guys enjoyed it! I hope you enjoy this as well! It was very invigorating to not only come up with the concept but write it as well! BCS holds such a special place in my heart for being so rich in its storytelling. With that being said, please enjoy and as always I would greatly appreciate your feedback!

“It was doomed from the start.”

The words were too humiliating, too macabre and too anguished to say out loud, but held enough power to plague Ignacio internally.

He solemnly stood amongst the sea of boisterous floral arrangements and rows of empty mahogany chairs, the faint smells of astringent and mildew lingered in the atmosphere of the liminal funeral home.

Through wet lashes and hush puppy eyes, he viewed his lover who was demurely tucked into the lace lining of her coffin.

Even under the fluorescent light, she was still sickeningly beautiful.

Covered in white roses, lips as red as the Albuquerque sunrise, adorned and pierced in gold and jewels that had served as small keepsakes from the pawn shops and hustlers she used to rob and steal from.

With her eyes fluttered shut and her manicured hands crossed over her heart, her body had been propped to mimic a willow soft slumber.

It was cruel how peaceful she looked.

It was the type of peace that was so often a subject of Ignacio’s intrusive thoughts and silent prayers at night. He often had fantastical and sublime fantasies of a sinkhole opening up in the middle of the desert and swallowing him whole.

‘Perdóname papá.’ He would compulsively whisper in protest of the cruel daydream.

The sight of a loved one who was once so vibrant with life and dusted with plasma in the fullness of their cheeks now reduced to nothing more than a hollow, cold and lifeless form held the power to break even the proudest of spirits.

It had brought Ignacio down to his knees.

The air had suddenly seemed toxic to breathe in, the concoction of oxygen and tears burned his throat with every heave of the chest. In order to find relief, Ignacio had unclasped the golden chains wrapped around his neck and tucked the array of figaros and diamonds into her hands, careful to not disturb her peace the way she did to him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He whispered between his knuckles.

The ride back was uncomfortably silent.

The 1973 Javelin was usually filled with the sound of her soft, mad laughter or the tune of whatever the radio was playing that day. But, not tonight and nevermore.

In a pathetic attempt of catching a glimpse of her, he turned his head over towards the empty passenger seat. He had hoped to find her, dreamily applying her ruby woo lipstick and fanning herself with a tabloid she always picked up at the gas station.

Empty.

His mind wandered back to the earliest memory of pain, the day he had first caught his finger in the sewing machine. He could vaguely remember how his father’s thumb felt, wiping away the tears that streamed down a cherub faced Ignacio.

His eyes shifted over to his burner phone.

He could call, he thought.

He could call to explain how the young woman whom he had brought home for Sunday dinner and marveled at the stories of Manuel’s triumph and tales of Ignacio’s childhood was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

How she was left riddled with bullets by the Salamanca twins.

His eyebrows contorted to the sky in angst, a shaky exhale surpassed his lips before pulling the car into the gravel driveway.

Her home, a territorial style house at the end of Loma Del Rey St.

It had been gifted to her by Ignacio after a late night pillow talk. Between airy kisses and tender caresses, she had expressed how she wanted a place for herself to call home and not worry about the police and their countless subpoenas and warrants or have one of her ex boyfriend’s crack starved clients knock and claw at the door at an ungodly hour of the night.

‘It’s yours too.’

Like soapy bubbles, the words bounced off of the carpeted floors and off the faces from the polaroids hung on the white refrigerator.

Everywhere he looked served as a painful reminder how her home had become a time capsule, forever frozen on that fateful day.

A half empty coffee cup left on the kitchen counter, his dry cleaning she had tenderly offered to pick up, a couple of Redbox rentals placed on the coffee table awaiting for the movie night she and Ignacio had planned.

She had been so sure she was going to come back home.

The door to her bedroom slowly creaked open, letting in the light from the hallway to seep in.

A room that the two had cultivated in peace and tranquility to get far away from the muck and mires that ran rampant in the state of Albuquerque.

Nothing else mattered when it was late at night and the two were under the covers, holding each other tight.

Wrath, and all that is the emotion of wrath— and the wrath that came from man.

Ignacio had only seen cocaine fueled imitations of wrath from the likes of Tuco and the ever elusive Eduardo but had never actually felt it, not until this very point of his life.

Weeping.

Anger perturbations.

The heart bitterly pumped red-hot plasma to his veins and down to the knuckles.

In madness and a grief filled hysteria, his hands collided with anything standing in his way.

Shards of mirror dash and divided like a million stars in the desert sky, feathers fell like snowflakes from every which way with every pull of the seam , the white sherpa carpet now served as a mixing bowl of pink, brown and reds from the makeup that had harshly collided with the ground.

The familiar sight of a speeding ticket sprung amongst the disaster, it had stopped Ignacio dead in his tracks.

Coming down from his rage induced high, he marveled at what was in his hands like the first man to ever discover fire.

(1)

If Ignacio held his breath and closed his eyes just right, he could concentrate well enough to recall the bittersweet sensation of the vapid heatwave that had blanketed Albuquerque and caused his tanned flesh to rise in goosebumps and how beads of sweat coated the flex of his eyebrows.

It was Tuesday and Tuesdays were always spent in El Michoacan.

12:36 PM

The restaurant had its fair share of people walk in and out.

None of which were pertaining to New Mexico’s noble working class. No blue-collar guys who were looking for something to eat on their meal breaks. The men who walked in and out were none other than the dealers who dragged through the streets to rack up enough money to pay tribute to the Cartel.

It was all routine at this point.

The hallowed eye, tattered pushers and their crisp hundred dollar bills and their excuses for late payment.

The only thing that had become unpredictable in the provincial regime was his partner, Tuco.

Nacho quietly studied the manner in which Tuco now had the distinct look of a rabid animal. One of flared nostrils, skittish nature and lips pulled back into a snarl at hearing something he thought he heard.

The intrusive thought of Tuco lunging at him across the table to asphyxiate and tear him apart at the turn of a dime caused Ignacio’s stomach to coil and pull.

He made sure to maintain his distance as best as one could in a small establishment.

“Que carajo es esto?”

The sudden movement of Tuco reaching for his gun tucked under his printed shirt made Ignacio jump ever so silently.

In a tense fashion, everyone inside silently observed the red-washed 1986 Porsche pulling up front.

A pair of legs was the first to exit the car followed by a woman. She had taken the appearance of the poster girls hung all over the walls of the upholstery shop, lively and vivacious and dressed nimbly in blue jeans that sat at the poise of her hips with a halter top that stretched over the swell of her breasts.

Sharp decibels of low whistles and obscenities hissed out throughout the restaurant as the heavyweight men had bared their brains to the heavens at the sight of the angelic faced woman and her spitfire movements around her car.

‘That girl looks like trouble.’

Her manicured fingers hastily plucked the speeding ticket folded under the windshield wipers.

Through the glass, her feline-like eyes met with Ignacio’s soft ones.

When she looked at him for the first time, he went deaf.

The cat-calls and remarks were drowned out by the starry frequency her aura held.

“Hi, I’m here for Oscar…something about a weekly payment. He told me to ask for Tuco.” She spoke at a butterfly wing tempo while looking at the two men through long and full lashes. “Are you Tuco?”

“I am.” Tuco grinned out, flashing his teeth that were fastened with gold and diamonds. He extended his hand to softly sit her in front of him. “And what’s your name?”

Ignacio lost all train of thought, he demurely observed the way the sunlight sublimely fell on her skin and how the gold that decorated her impalaisc body caught the light and glittered with her breath she took.

The sound of Tuco’s mad laughter grounded him back into reality.

Tuco repeated her name, over and over again, savoring the way it trickled off his tongue like sweet honey

“If I’d known that you were so beautiful, I would’ve started selling dope on fourth street myself.” He tittered, clearly amused with himself. “Tell me, why does Oscar have such a sure thing like you come down here? Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

Ignacio wanted to die right there and then.

“Right…” She nervously giggled, twiddling with the edge of her speeding ticket before opening her beestung lips to speak. “All I know is what he said over voicemail. Some nonsense about a problem down in El Paso and him needing to straighten it out as soon as possible.”

“So what? Oscar sends a pretty little thing with an excuse and expects me to just be okay with him skipping town without paying?” He huffs out, staring intensely over at her.

“He knows better than that.” She said while digging through her purse and placing the thick roll of money flat on the table top. “It’s all there, honest.”

“How do I know this isn’t some bonnie and clyde shit you two are trying to pull?” He asks, leaning forward in an attempt to engulf her in his shadow. She shifts her weight back into the wooden chair, “It’s not like that.” She shrugs, pushing forward the stack of money towards the two. “Everything he owes for the week is here.”

“Nacho. Start counting.” He demands and walks over to the back. “I’m gonna make a couple of calls.”

In compliance, Ignacio threads his long digit through the loop of the rubber band to pull it apart and start counting.

Normally, Ignacio worked in silence. He never felt the need to answer to anyone. But the way she moved in a graceful equilibrium to twist and pull her glossy hair up and off of her smooth shoulders was so…captivating. He wished for her to call on him and allow only him to speak into her essence.

“Is he always like this?” She chimed in, batting her lashes while fluffing out her hair.

“Who? Tuco?” Ignacio nonchalantly questioned, bouncing his attention between the money and her. “You actually caught him on a good day.”

“I’m glad I caught you two at a good time then, it makes the ticket all the more worthwhile.”

$300

$400

$500

“So are you his girlfriend or something?”

“Who? Oscar?” Her rosy lips playfully turned upwards. “Something like that, I’ve never really given it much thought with everything going on. Why? Do you wanna ask him out on a date?”

“No, he’s not really what I’m looking for.” He smirks.

Her lips purse to surpass a giggle, “You don’t want someone who's too high to function and skips out on you half of the time?” She exhales and pitifully looks over.

“Been there, done that.” Ignacio boyishly replies, furrowing his eyebrow in the direction of Tuco who was yelling into the phone. “I’m looking for something I’ve never known before”

She tore apart a piece of her ticket, pulling out a pen from her purse and quietly presented it to Ignacio.

“Maybe you could tell me more over the phone?”

In that split moment, he felt the stems of gladiolus and daffodils blossom in the pit of his stomach and cushion his heart.

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“Acabo de hablar por telèfono con ese idiota.” Tuco said, “What she’s saying checks out. Is everything there?” He sharply inhales.

“Yeah, everything is here.” Nacho hums, dropping the money into the tan duffel bag that sat below his feet.

With the pat of her front pocket, she stands up. “I’m really sorry about all this, I’m surprised that he even picked up the phone.”

Tuco places a hand on her shoulder to walk her out, sputtering on how it was no trouble at all.

Between the drug lord's ramble, she looks back to offer Ignacio a wave and a smile before disappearing into the heatwave.

(2)

Ever so vulnerable in a tear soaked face and his clothing now striped off, Ignacio had fallen asleep amongst the ruins of their room.

The faded paper with his number rested in the palm of his hand.

Ignacio had fallen in love, in the most wonderful way a human could.

It was now his responsibility to assure she would always be more than a ghost caught in the Albuquerque sun.

#ignacio varga #better call saul #better call saul fanfic #ignacio varga x reader #fanfic #angst #ignaciovargaangst #just for fun #my writing #writing inspiration #oneshot #possible ooc

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jimmymcchill · 2 years

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i needed more

The crashing sound of the bottles landing on the concrete still echoed in her ears as she reached for the zip of his trousers – between urgent, exigent kisses and heavy breaths she imagined the glass shattering into countless little pieces, each as razor-sharp as the words Acker had spat against her.

I’ve sold myself. I’ve sold myself. I’ve sold myself.

After an awful day at work and after throwing beer bottles in the parking lot with Jimmy, Kim reflects on what she really wants – and things get kind of heated. Missing scene from 503.

wordcount: 1201

ship: mcwexler

#smut but like with a plot?#or at least a lot of introspection #anyway if you want to read about mcwexler fucking as kim thinks about how she hates literally anything else...#this is your fanfic!#bcs #better call saul #bcs fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #kim wexler #jimmy mcgill #saul goodman #mcwexler #503

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therealjoejoemamakujo · 8 months

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I am Taking One-Shot Requests 🤓

X READER ONLY (I don't do ships sorry guys)

You can request anything about....

Team Fortress 2 (From actual characters to fan-made things like Christian Pure and Burtal ofc [not limited to them, it's just an example])

The Walking Dead

Breaking Bad

Better Call Saul

Call of Duty

Spider-Man

Batman (I only know game lore and maybe the newer movie sorry)

JJBA (If you know me from Wattpad, no you don't)

Red Dead Redemption/Red Dead Redemption 2

Detroit Become Human

Yakuza

GTA (V to be specific.. I haven't finished any of the other games -_-)

ANY PIECE OF MEDIA WITH MATTHEW LILLARD (I'm going through it rn trust)

TROLLS! (Specifically the movies because I haven't watched the shows yet sorry!!)

(I'm sure there's more that I can't think of rn. If you have something that isn't on this list, just message me and I'll let you know if I can do something with it!!!!)

ALLOWED:

SFW

NSFW (Might not be good)

ANGST (Might not be good)

Any other generic things.

NOT ALLOWED:

Weird stuff (duh)

Aka minor x adult in the romantic way because ew idc what you think get outta here!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I won't do any child stuff anyways (ex: character if they were a mother/father/parent and you were their child)

I'm no good at that, as in I've never written for that ever in my life.

No pregnancy stuff because idk anything about that either

Just no parent whatever anything.

Sorry for rambling. Everything else is pretty basic, if you think it might be bad, then don't request it.

Feel free to ask me directly, though. I'll let you know whether or not I'm comfortable with that stuff.

(Also I might be slow to answer messages/requests because y'know life stuff.)

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imreallyloveleee · 4 months

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2023 fic review

thank you for tagging me @onlyalittlebookworm! <3 <3 <3

What is your ao3 account?

loveleee

2. How many words did you write total in 2023?

32,717

3. How many fics did you publish in 2023? How many multichapters vs. oneshots?

3 oneshots, 1 new WIP, and updated 1 WIP. this was definitely one of my least "productive" years for fic-writing in quite a while (although i don't think i published much in 2022 either, looking back). for obvious reasons: i was traveling for more than half the year; and also Riverdale canon was so fucking awful to our ship specifically that i think it just killed off everyone's desire to read and write about them. thanks RAS! <3

4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic?

longest: i feel like i win when i lose, my bughead four weddings & a funeral-inspired fic. 16,379 words (and i need to finish the last chapter ahhhhhhhhhhhhh)

shortest: honeymoon phase, my (very first!!) jimmy/kim fic. 1,927 words.

5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular?

even though it kind of feels like cheating, head underwater was most popular, because even though i started it years ago, i updated it in 2023!

for least popular, if we're going by kudos, it was three conversations about one thing, which was my desperate attempt to make some sense out of the penultimate episode of riverdale s7 lol

6. What fic didn't perform as well as you thought it would?

honestly, i try to keep my expectations low for everything i publish, to avoid disappointment. i guess the answer would be that last one, "three conversations." but like, the show's ending sucked? i'm not surprised people were not dying to run out and read fic about it 😂

7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would?

i really did not know what to expect from posting a Better Call Saul fic. the show ended over a year ago, and i don't really have much of a sense of how big/active the fandom around it is, or was at its peak. that said, i was EXTREMELY happy to discover that there are way more fics for Jimmy/Kim than there were for the last "prestige"-y show ship i wrote for (Peggy/Stan on Mad Men).

so, all that to say, i was really pleasantly surprised to get as much engagement as i did with that little story! and i'm working on another one now and really enjoying writing it. :)

8. What was your favourite fic you wrote in 2023?

i feel like i win when i lose!!!!!!! the first four chapters of that story just FLOWED out of me like they already existed. it was so much fun to write and i think it's a super fun story in general. i reeeeeeally want to finish it.

9. What was your favourite fic someone else wrote in 2023?

Beautiful Broken Things by teaandpinkfrosting: a well-written, well-plotted, sweet, emotional, in-character season 1 Bughead fic in the year of our lord 2023? WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE THIS?

Eighty-Six Years by jimmymcgools: a grounded, believable, heartwrenching, yet ultimately hopeful continuation of the most devastating finale i've ever watched in my life? again, WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE THIS? [ETA to be extra clear that the finale i'm referencing here is bcs NOT rvd lol]

10. Tag your friends to do this year end fic review as well!

@absnow @burberrycanary @andsmile if you're into it! <3

#my fic

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neonjstr · 10 months

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man if Gilligan/Vince commissioned an official Better Call Saul bara oneshot collection from some mangaka they would make so much money mannn

#the only time neon supports capitalism wholeheartedly #pleakpleak think of how much MONEY #would be so profitable Vince 8)#u've heard of old man yaoi what about. sad man bara #also idk why people are callin people in their 40's old men in this fandom #to me you're not officially old until u hit 65

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breakingblorbos · 28 days

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Pinned Post/Blog Info!

Hiya!! Welcome to my BrBa & BCS focused blog! 👋🏼😊 The primary purpose of this pinned post is to give some info about me, my blog, and what you can expect to find on it. Everything below the cut is not required reading to follow or interact; merely just additional info if you are interested, or if you want to make requests. The only thing I require you to read is the following disclaimer:

This is an 18+ blog ran by an adult. You will find NSFT art/fic, dark and potentially upsetting themes, as is common for the BrBa/BCS universe. And I make very thirsty comments & posts about my blorbos, so just keep that in mind. However!! I am not going to restrict anyone from following/interacting with my blog. Use your own discretion and awareness. That's your responsibility, not mine. Anything that needs a content warning will be tagged appropriately, of course.

🌌About Me!🪐

Basic info - You can call me either Orion or Riley! I'm 25, neurodivergent, trans masc & nonbinary, and bisexual with pref for men. Pronouns are he/him and they/them. I do also live in New Mexico (born and raised babyy!), which makes the shows that much more special to me!! I'm very friendly and open, but also very shy, so I tend to not reach out to folks even when I want to talk to them (which, honestly, is most of y'all. Oops.) If you ever do feel compelled to chat with me, please don't hesitate! I'm super excited to talk about BrBa/BCS with literally anybody!

I'm a writer, but I struggle hard with getting anything actually published on here or AO3. I try to write but it's not nearly consistent enough to ever expect anything from me. I'm working towards getting better at this! My main hurdle to overcome is my perfectionism and my fear of rejection (RSD).

I have a lot of interests, being autistic, so the only important one to list here is obviously Breaking Bad & Better Call Saul. You can certainly ask about my other interests, and I'll be happy to tell you more! I like to keep my special interests all separate on their own dedicated blogs, so that was the main motivation behind creating this one. Which leads me to the next section:

☣️About This Blog!⚗️

Most of the content is gonna be reblogs from others: fanart, fics, writings, memes, shitposts, etc. I myself am not an artist and cannot contribute with art even though I wish I could, but I may sometimes write little drabbles, oneshots, and universe willing, fic chapters for my ships/blorbos (more info on that below ↓). If you want to see something in particular, you're more than welcome to submit a request! I think I have a lot more motivation to write when I get specifically asked to write something, perhaps?

My main blorbos: (red shows the character currently occupying my braincell the most rn)

🥊Tuco Salamanca

🐍Nacho Varga (and by extension, Vaas Montenegro. I simply love MM.)

💀Marco & Leonel Salamanca

❤️‍🩹Jesse Pinkman

🎭Saul Goodman/Jimmy McGill

Of course, I adore all the characters (except Walt ofc) and they're all very special to me!! But these seven men listed above have an absolute chokehold on my brain at any given time lmao, so they will be featured prominently in this blog.

My fave ships:

Default ship is character x reader

Vaacho (Vaas x Nacho)

Lacho (Nacho x Lalo)

Beef Sandwich (Nacho x Twins) I fucking love this ship name holy shit

Tucho (Tuco x Nacho)

McWexler (Kim x Jimmy)

Jesse x Jane

Jesse x Andrea

Jesse x happiness (this is a joke, but also not. Man deserves it.)

📨Requests!📝

My asks are always open for questions, requests, or really anything! I love sending/receiving asks and interacting with this fandom! If you're interested in requesting a writing from me, first read this list of what I will and won't write before you submit your request:

Yes, no problem!

Vast majority of ships

Smut/Explicit/PWP

Headcanons

AUs

Oneshots

Drabble

Reader Inserts

Gender Swaps

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Angst

Violence/Gore

Dubcon

Toxic Relationship

Most Kinks & Fetishes

Please ask first!

Fandom Crossovers (mostly just to ensure I know the fandom)

Consensual Noncon (depends on character)

No, I will not!

In/ce/st Ships (i.e. twincest, cousins)

Explicit content involving underage characters

Ageplay (calling a character daddy doesn't count lol)

Extreme Kinks, such as s/ca/t, v/or/e, n/ecr/o, etc.

Keep in mind that I reserve the right to deny your request for any reason, including no reason at all! 9 times out of 10 this won't be necessary, but if you're rude or demanding non-jokingly, I won't write for you! Just be chill and it'll be Saul Goodman! :)

Also I don't have a Masterlist to link here, because I've never posted anything ever! It's all just vibing in my Google Docs while I polish and tweak until the end of time! Fun! :D /s

So, yeah, I suppose that's the long and the short of it. I didn't expect for this to be so long, but I have a tendency to just keep adding details to things! Good for writing; not great for writing a blog intro. I'll edit as needed over time, though. Thanks for reading if you got this far! Seriously, props to you. Here's a cookie mwah 🤲🏼🍪

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