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genocidehim · 1 year

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Lalo starstruck seeing you walking on the side of the road and offering you a ride

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Cold weather was starting to be noticed in Albuquerque when Lalo had just arrived in the country. He was usually used to the heat of the afternoons, but the change in climate did not bother him, and he continued with his plans of surveillance.

Lalo was starting to integrate easily into the business on the other side of the border; his territory was Mexico, and he seemed to have no problem using his unorthodox methods to test his hypotheses and suspicions. He knew the chicken man was up to something and needed to find out what it was. He had been observing the chicken factory almost all morning and afternoon, and although he wasn't physically tired, he felt less active than usual. It could have been the intense sun of Albuquerque that weakened him or simply the fact that he hadn't taken his four-hour nap in the last two days.

If he had been more distracted while driving, he would not have noticed you getting out of a pretty ugly car and shouting several things to the driver. He slowed down and watched you as he drove with several meters of distance between you.

You were a pretty young girl, and from what he could tell, too proud to get back into the car you had just gotten out of. You seemed upset; the tension in your shoulders and the way you clenched your fists in response showed it, and for a moment, Lalo forgot all his fatigue and focused his attention on something other than the chicken man, not when you were just a few meters away from him. He approached you with his car and slowed down to match your pace when he decided to speak.

"Do you need a ride, sweetheart?" he asked with his natural charm, offering you a warm smile.

When you noticed the Chevrolet Monte Carlo approaching you and heard his voice, you almost jumped out of surprise, but you kept walking while grumbling.

"No, thanks."

He laughed at your response and kept insisting.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, and it's starting to get pretty cold. Do you really prefer to walk and let the night catch you?"

His insistence was starting to be annoying until you turned around and looked at him for the first time; he was a mature man, his gray hair was a clear indication of that. His smile almost seemed to dazzle you if it weren't for his dark gaze that almost made you sigh. The guy was quite attractive and sounded nice.

"I'm sorry, but I have a certain sense of self-preservation, and I don't want to get in a car with a stranger."

He laughed arrogantly and took a look at the road before continuing to watch you while driving slowly.

"If you stay here alone, I don't think you have much sense of preservation. Even more so when this area is known to have coyotes."

Your expression of terror almost made him laugh out loud when you stopped walking and stood there terrified, then you looked at him seriously before speaking.

"How far are we from the city...?"

"About ten minutes by car, but at your pace it would be almost three hours."

You grumbled again and seemed annoyed at having to accept his offer. When Lalo stopped the car, you opened the passenger door and got in, settling into the expensive seat. A masculine cologne smell filled your nostrils and almost made you sigh with pleasure. The guy not only looked good, but he smelled even better.

"Where do you want me to drop you off, sweetheart?" he asked gently, but you didn't really know what to say. Your only option was to go back home and meet your idiot of a boyfriend, but you were too upset to show up at that house.

"I don't know..." you responded somewhat uncomfortably as you rubbed one of your arms. "I really don't know where to go, I don't know the area very well."

"Aren't you from Albuquerque?"

"No, I'm from another state. I've been here for a short time, but I don't know the place very well" you said.

"Okay, then I'll take a ride and you can tell me where you want to stay. Does that sound good?" he replied.

You nodded in response and he smiled before starting the car again, driving at a moderate speed without being too excessive.

"What's your name?" he asked kindly, and after receiving your answer, he seemed somewhat delighted, as if your name sounded quite attractive to him. "I'm Eduardo, but you can call me Lalo."

"Lalo… are you from here?"

"No, I'm from Mexico."

"No wonder…" you said.

Lalo became curious upon hearing your response. He turned towards you and gave you a quick glance. "No wonder what?"

"You don't find men like you here in Albuquerque."

That attempt at flirting made him burst out laughing. Not only were you pleasant, but you also seemed quite clever when it came to speaking.

"Now I'm curious. What kind of man am I?" he asked playfully, almost mischievously.

Seeing you begin to hesitate and think too much made him smile again, accompanied by a soft chuckle.

You had truly dazzled him.

#lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca x reader #better call saul x reader #breaking bad x reader #eduardo salamanca #lalo salamanca fluff #lalo salamanca fanfic #lalo x reader #bcs x reader #salamanca x reader #one short #lalo salamanca imagine

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noellawrites · 2 years

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Yandere Lalo Salamanca Headcanons

a/n: sorry these are so long but i cannot help but be a slut for this man

warnings: gun mention, breeding kink, sex, general nsfw content

SFW

- your first mistake was simply walking into El Michoacáno

- this beautiful, sadistic man had set his eyes on you from the moment you swung that door open

- your friendly laugh and eager smile captivated him

- he truly never believed in love at first sight and all that crap until he met you

- he struck up small talk with you just to learn more about who you were

- after finding out you were a broke college student, he handed over an application at lightning speed

- even though they really didn’t need any extra workers since it’s basically a front for the cartel

- but you were none the wiser, so you eagerly took the application and brought it back a week later

- you decided you couldn’t resist the mysterious, charming man that was Lalo Salamanca

- and besides, how harmful could a family man and chef with those eyes be?

- as it turns out, very.

- on your second day, you discovered that your new workplace was the location of various drug deals

- as the only waitress, your hands shook as you smiled and brought food to the men with guns

- Lalo promised that he would always protect you, though, and you believed him

- after you had worked at El Michoacáno for about a week, you’d let it slip to Lalo that you took the bus

- he didn’t ever want you taking the “filthy, dirty public transit” and started taking you back and forth from work in his 1970 Chevrolet Monte Carlo

- one time, the windows were down and a guy in another car whistled at you

- Lalo pulled out his gun and aimed it at the man’s head as he drove away in fright

- moments like this scared you but also majorly turned you on

- it isn’t long before you’re officially dating

- some people at school start to look at you different, as you sometimes bring Lalo around just to hang out

- you start seeing Lalo’s dark side, it doesn’t raise many red flags at first

- but after he establishes rules for you, makes you quit your El Michoacáno job to keep you safe and moves you in with him, it’s already too late

- he barely ever got physical with you, but the first time was when he saw you walking with your lab partner

- he waited for the guy to leave his dorm later and killed him

- then, he came home, still bloody, and slapped you across the face

- he wants you to know that you’re only only person he gets this defensive over, you’re the only one he loves

- he even tries to make you drop out of school at one point, just so you could be with him more

- you vehemently disagree, wishing to finish your degree

- but you are still indebted to him, as he now pays for your schooling, living under his roof, and anything else you could want or need

- he never means to scare or intimidate you, he just can’t control it sometimes

- you find out he’s in the cartel after about two months

- it suddenly made sense: the men with guns at your old job, the piles of money he seemed to have, him leaving randomly in the night sometimes

- he loves seeing you wear his button-downs, even just over a tank top or your pajamas

- it just turns his possessive streak on

- he has your name tattooed over his heart <3

- if you aren’t physically with him, either he is watching you from afar or he has two of his men watching you at all times

- he is very territorial with you and pretty much everyone in Albuquerque down to Mexico knows that

- his house in Albuquerque, though nowhere near as big as his house in Chihuahua, is huge

- it’s a sprawling four-bedroom with a huge pool and the perfect view of the Sandia Mountains

- “If you think this is beautiful, wait until you see the home in Mexico we’ll raise our family in,” he tells you

- he makes it very clear to you that you will give him many little Salamanca’s, and he will make sure you enjoy the process

NSFW-ish

- B R E E D I N G K I N K

- Lalo has a huge family and wants lots of children to carry on the family name

- he also loves your body when pregnant, how both of you know that your body is hard at work growing his offspring inside of you

- his favorite trick is getting you off with his hands, works every time

- he will pin you down and have his way with you literally anytime

- he fucks you so good that there isn’t even a thought left in your head by the time he’s done

- whenever he eats you out (which is a lot, he’s a giver) he loves watching you writhe and moan beneath him

- and his mustache feels so good down there

- he can sometimes get out of control with spanking you, choking you, etc.

- but you just have to tell him and he’ll stop. he doesn’t want to hurt you unless it’s for a punishment

- but the BDE… is true. it’s all true. he’s big but the perfect size. like not too big yk? he works that cock like magic

#lalo salamanca x reader #lalo salamanca headcanons #lalo salamanca #better call saul x reader #better call saul headcanons #better call saul

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haveyoureadthisqueerbook · 1 month

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books (assuming it’s okay to submit more than one):

Ángeles Vicente, Zezé (1909)

Rosa Guy, Ruby (1976)

Deborah Hautzig, Hey, Dollface (1978)

Samuel R. Delany, Tales of Nevèrÿon (1979)

Elizabeth A. Lynn, Watchtower (1979)

Nancy Garden, Annie on My Mind (1982)

Alice Walker, The Color Purple (1982)

John Preston, Franny, the Queen of Provincetown (1983)

Samuel R. Delany, Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand (1984)

Timothy Findley, Not Wanted on the Voyage (1984)

Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (1985)

Chrystos, Not Vanishing (1988)

Ian Iqbal Rashid, Black Markets, White Boyfriends, and Other Elisions (1991)

Crìsdean Whyte (Christopher Whyte), Uirsgeul / Myth (1991)

Carlos Sanrune, El gladiador de Chueca (1992)

Tom Lennon, When Love Comes to Town (1993)

Fernanda Farias de Albuquerque and Maurizio Jannelli, Princesa (1994)

Qiu Miaojin, Notes of a Crocodile (1994)

Shyam Selvadurai, Funny Boy (1994)

Gregory Maguire, Wicked (1995)

Christos Tsiolkas, Loaded (1995)

Nina Revoyr, The Necessary Hunger (1997)

Lola Van Guardia (Isabel Franc), Con pedigree (1997)

Tom Lennon, Crazy Love (1999)

Micheál Ó Conghaile, Sna Fir (1999)

Laurie J. Marks, Fire Logic (2002)

Nalo Hopkinson, The Salt Roads (2003)

Esdras Parra, Aún no (2004)

Barry McCrea, The First Verse (2005)

Manuel Tzoc, Gay(o) (2010)

Tama Wise, Street Dreams (2012)

Dane Figueroa Edidi, Yemaya’s Daughters (2013)

Jamie Berrout, Otros Valles (2014)

Niviaq Korneliussen, Homo sapienne (2014)

Leanne Betasamosake Simpson, This Accident of Being Lost (2016)

Nathan Niigan Noodin Adler, Wrist (2016)

Trifonia Meliba Obono, La bastarda (2016)

Sofia Samatar, The Winged Histories (2016)

Kai Cheng Thom, Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars (2016)

jia qing wilson-yang, Small Beauty (2016)

Billy-Ray Belcourt, This Wound Is a World (2017)

Elliot Cooper, Rogue Wolf (2017)

Kevin Lambert, Querelle de Roberval (2018)

Joshua Whitehead, Jonny Appleseed (2018)

Masande Ntshanga, Triangulum (2019)

Leanne Betasamosake Simpson, Noopiming: The Cure for White Ladies (2020)

Tlotlo Tsamaase, The Silence of the Wilting Skin (2020)

Bendi Barrett, Empire of the Feast (2022)

Simon Jimenez, The Spear Cuts Through Water (2022)

Kōtuku Titihuia Nuttall, Tauhou (2022)

if you’d rather keep it to one book at a time: Samuel R. Delany, Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand (1984).

Thank you so much for this fantastic list! They're all queued.

#grimdr #submissions

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breakingnarcos · 1 year

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Stay With Me

Nacho Varga x F! Y/N Pinkman

Concept: Lalo and Nacho are in breaking bad and you're Jesse's sibling. You confront Lalo and Nacho about their bad tailing skills You may or may not of caught the eye of the one and only Mr Varga himself.

Summary: Your brother Jesse, is currently away after the events that went down with Tuco Salamanca. Not only does he have the DEA up his ass, rumours have it there's another Salamanca in town with his partner wanting to figure out what happened to his cousin. The last couple of days you’ve noticed two men tailing you, they always seem to be in either a green 1970 Chevy Monte Carlo or 73 AMC Javelin AMX. One night you go to a party with your university housemates, you spot them there and decide to catch them off guard and confront them.

warnings: mention of stalking/tailing, swearing?, mentions of drugs/alcohol.

The cold evening air of Albuquerque brushed past your skin. You were sat in the back of your friend Jacks car, while your other friend Billie, playfully argued with Jack over whos playlist was the best to listen to at this moment.

Your gaze and thoughts were more focused on the enchanting evening sunset, reminding you how young the night was. The one thing about Abq, the sunsets never get old.

You pull the glass bottle to your lips and the warmth of the berry flavoured kopparberg hit the back of your throat. The sensation of your insides warming distracted you from the cold breeze that danced over your skin.

It had been a long week, you were ready to finally destress and forget about your studies for just one night. The idea of just being able to live a little tonight brought a smile to your face. One of the good thing about university was the parties .

You also wanted to free yourself from the current paranoia you were experiencing, two men had been following you in their cars lately. Especially after the events with Jesse, Walter and Tuco.

You assumed they were following you to see if they’ll be able to find Jesse but you where smarter than that.

“Y/n, do you have any particular song you’d want on?” Bille asked while blowing out the smoke from her joint and then facing you.

“I reckon we should play teenage dirtbag, it’s a great one to sing along too’’ you stated and took another sip of the alcoholic beverage she had.

Jack skipped through the songs that he had playing through his Ipod, stopping at teenage dirtbag. The three of you shouted the lyrics of the song to your heart's content.

You finally pulled up to the big house. The three of you got out and made your way to the house that was blaring music, the florescent lights beaming out the windows. You walk through the door and the smell of alcohol, weed and smoke all hit you at once.

You wanted to get another drink in your system, something a lot stronger than cider.

You held Billies hand as she dragged you through the crowd of warm bodies, you catch the glimpse of one of the guys who had been following you.

He had dark black hair with a sliver streak in the front, fox like features that were slightly sunken due to his age. He had a tattoo that wrapped around his arm.

Without panicking you wondered where the other guy was that seemed to be at his hip most of the time. He was a lot smaller than than other guy, he had dark features with doe eyes that could make anyone fall for him. But his cold stare warned anyone off.

As you reach the bar Billie grabbed shots and some triple vodkas with coke. You tried your best to not look suspicious as you looked around for the other guy, you didn’t want any surprises tonight.

“Hey take this it will calm the nerves” Billie nudged the shot into you

“Sorry I’m just still stressed after the exams” you took the shot and pulled a face when the taste of rum burned the back of your throat. “Jesus, I didn’t expect that to be rum” you coughed.

“We got to start strong” she handed you the triple vodka and coke and the two of you then went to go and look for Jack who was probably already chatting up some girl.

You guys kept drinking throughout the night and also danced when good music came on. The alcohol had started to boost your confidence, making you feel untouchable.

You had came up with a plan to confront the guys that had been tailing you, awfully. You felt their eyes on you the entire night, watching your every move and every person you interacted with.

You went up and got another drink moving out of their sight, the one with dark features got up and followed lingering behind you. You grabbed your drink and turned around quickly purposely spilling your drink on him.

“I’m so sorry” you shouted over the music “I didn’t think there was someone behind me” you start drying him off with your hands and you feel for his keys.

“It’s okay” is all he mutters out. He then walks past and goes to buy a drink.

You quickly slip away walking down the street finding the car that matched the keys. You knew you only hand a limited amount of time before the two strangers knew you’d slipped away.

There it was a red 73 AMC Javelin AMX that had white stripes down the front. You lead against the car and the cool metal caused goosebumps to form on your legs.

Lalos POV

“You see her man?” I look around while questioning Nacho. We’d been following this chick for a week, hoping she’d give us a hint as to where either Jesse or Hiesenbrugh might be.

But fuck, we had nothing either this chick was smart and knew we was onto her or we had the wrong fucking one.

“Nah it seems like she’s slipped out” Nacho answered looking around.

“Come on, let’s just get out of this hell hole” I started walking towards the door and Nacho followed.

We walked down the street towards his car and he stopped before we turned the corner “I can’t find my keys i must of dropped them at some point. Fuck”. We then heard a jingle of keys and then looked at each other as we turned the corner.

Y/N POV

“You looking for these?” You announced while standing up from leaning on the car while walking over to the two strangers with confidence. They just looked at each other before looking back at you.

“Yeah your tailing is pretty shit” I tuned and looked at the shorter man “also your way to easy to pick pocket - so both of you. Either get better at tailing or at this point tell me what the fuck you want with me”

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Ayyy thank you for reading if you made it to the end.

I’m not the best writer but I want to get better. Also I need to EXPAND my brain rn and have something productive to do.

#brba #better call saul nacho #nacho varga #nacho x reader #nacho varga x reader #ignacio varga #better caul sall #lalo salamanca

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themadknightuniverse · 1 year

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Following this fanart of Nacho lazying in Lalo's Monte Carlo, I felt inspired enough to write a little something to go with it! So, here is a little one shot, hope you enjoy! This has been done in one go, I didn't even gave it a second reading, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes! word count: 1,8 K pairing : Eduardo Lalo Salamanca / Ignacio Nacho Varga

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Territory

Nacho sighed.

It must have been the tenth time in the last hour. They were lost. Nacho was sure of it. They were on a tiny dusty road in the middle of nowhere. Nacho never went that far in the desert. Lalo's reassurance sounded dull.

“My source is secure.”

“Stop panicking, Nachito. I know what I'm doing.”

“We took all the water and everything you insisted to take with us, why are you still panicking?”

“It's just a few miles away.”

“Just another few miles, really.”

Nacho rested his temple against his hand, elbow propped on the car's door. The air of the desert was rushing inside the vehicle, providing a bit of coolness, the only good thing about this whole trip into the freaking desert.

“There is no freaking racing tracks out there. Your source doesn't know shit.”

Lalo's fingers were tapping to the rhythm of the music. Because of course Lalo had to make the situation the most insufferable for Nacho.

“Have a bit of faith, Ignacio!”

The Monte Carlo stuttered.

“Oh.” Lalo said, eloquently.

Nacho looked over to the board. “What is it?” When he got no answer he switched to Lalo's face. He looked serious for the first time since they left Albuquerque. The car chattered, slowing down. Lalo grimaced.

“Uh.”

The car was slowing down. Nacho sat straighter, peering at the needles on the board. Low on gas. Anger suddenly flaring up in his guts.

“Oh you better be fucking kidding me Lalo.”

Lalo steered the Monte Carlo to the side of the road, slowing until they stilled. The lack of wind immediately made the air less breathable. At least it wasn't too early in the day.

“You didn't fill up the tank before leaving for a trip in the desert?!”

“It's fine! I have a jerrycan in the truck anyway.”

Lalo turned to Nacho, and he dared to pull up a bright smile at him.

“I'll go check it all. You try to relax, eh? I got this.”

Lalo patted Nacho's thigh before stepping out of the car. Nacho was going to slaughter him.

Nacho sat in the car for maybe a minute, glaring at Lalo through the rear-view mirror as the man went to retrieve the can of gasoline. His temper flared up again when Lalo took a pensive stance before the fuel tank instead of pouring the damn thing inside. There was a problem. Nacho gritted his teeth as he stepped out, walking around to see what was going on.

“What are you waiting for?”

Lalo padded around the car, before crouching to take a look under it.

“I think there is a hole in the tank.”

Nacho looked over to the horizon, eyes scanning without really watching, anything not to see Lalo anymore. He pinched his lips, bringing a hand to squeeze the edge of his nose, and cursed.

“Great. What now?”

Lalo was back on his feet, and fished his phone in his pocket. He turned a bit in circle, phone up in the air. “Hm... Looks like there really is no service out here, uh?”

Nacho grabbed his own phone. No service. He looked around them. The really elevated relief were quite far. Nacho jumped onto the Monte Carlo's hood. Lalo protested, stepping forward as if he was about to grab for Nacho's leg. Nacho glared down at him, stepping over the roof of the vehicle. Lalo didn't insist. Nacho extended his arm up in the air. Still, his flip phone indicated no service.

When he looked down, Lalo was looking up at him. “I think we need to walk. We could try these hills.” He nodded behind Nacho.

Nacho looked over, and sure, maybe they may have a chance with those. He looked back at Lalo, who was waiting an answer with an eyebrow turn up in question. Nacho jumped off the roof, landing beside Lalo, supple like a cat.

“You.”

Lalo frowned, “Me, what?”

Nacho tucked his hands at his hips. “You need to walk. You could try these hills.”

Lalo opened his mouth, his frown deepening but Nacho was the first to speak. “You decided to bring us out here, following what was clearly a fake info, and you got us lost here. So you are going to solve that freaking situation that you caused.”

Nacho stepped away, circling back around the car to reach the passenger side again, clearly putting an end to the conversation. He was furious. Yet, Lalo wasn't finished.

“So what? We're in this together aren't we? We have more chance to get out of here if we work together.”

Nacho sent him a razor sharp look as he pulled the backrest of his seat forward, before briefly disappearing inside the Monte Carlo. He straightened back up, and threw a bottle of water at Lalo. Lalo caught it easily. The cold temperature of it a big contrast with the desert's warmth. Nacho rested a foot on the edge of the car, right next to the seat, and when his eyes met Lalo's, they still had this sharpness to them.

“I'll guard our supplies. You better start walking right now, the sun will not be up for very long and those hills aren't that close.”

And with no further consideration, Nacho threw his seat back in place before sitting back inside the car, rested his head against the leather and sighed once again, loud and dramatic.

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Lalo's hike to the hills went fine. It was hot, but not as hot as it could have been if they left in the morning. But Lalo had everything planned.

Him and Nacho had this thing going on between them since weeks now, and Lalo had yet to finish playing with his new very entertaining mouse. Nacho was unlike the men he usually met and dated. More capable. Stronger. Smarter. And much more handsome. He couldn't recall any of his past lovers to be that pretty.

As he falsely checked his phone on top of the hills, just in case his Nachito was supervising his every actions, Lalo smiled. He didn't lie when he told Nacho he had this. Soon he'll make his cariño feel better, the unlucky incident becoming a nice moment to share and they'll be laughing about this whole thing in the future. He was so sure of it.

When he approached the Monte Carlo, the sun was far lower over the horizon, painting the sky in purple and blue. Nacho was half-laying down in the car, absolutely not looking in his direction after all. The windows were closed. The air felt cooler, but Lalo doubted Nacho felt comfortable yet. It must still be quite warm inside.

Lalo padded around the car, abandoned his half empty bottle on the roof, and bent down to take a look inside. Nacho had stripped from his shirt, his red under shirt and muscled arms crossed over his abdomen, left to see. One leg tucked over his knee. His eyes were closed. Lalo knocked on the window just to see if it would startle his little Nachito.

Nacho didn't startle. He didn't even flinch. He simply opened his eyes to glare at Lalo.

“So?”

Lalo shrugged, shaking his head no. “No service.”

He went to open the door. It didn't open. He had left the keys on the ignition.

He looked back up at Nacho, who had unfolded his arms, spreading them over the board and backrest of his seat. He then extended his legs until his booted feet rested on Lalo's seat.

“Too bad.”

Lalo's blood ran faster in his veins.

“Open the door.” His voice was colder.

Nacho smirked. “I don't think so.”

Lalo huffed a laugh, his tone now really stripped of any amusement. “You don't think so?”

Nacho briefly looked hesitant, but it only lasted a fraction of a second before his eyes were looking back at him with this signature sharpness again.

“There isn't enough room for the both of us.” Lalo knew there was. If there was enough space to fuck, there was enough space to sleep. “And you don't even sleep much anyway. Keep walking around to find some service.”

“You can't be serious, Ignacio. It'll get cold at night.”

“Walking keeps you warm.”

Lalo kept staring back for a few seconds, teeth gritting, before he straightened back up, eyes scanning the horizon. His thoughts ran fast. Well, his little plan to get his Nachito have a little fun tonight under the stars was compromised. But he could still turn the table. A smirk pulled at his lips.

—

Nacho woke up with a painful neck. He had tried to use his shirt as a pillow to make the angles of the Monte Carlo less sharp, but there was no solution to really sleep comfortably in a car.

He brushed the sleep out of his eyes. The sun was barely over the horizon. No Lalo in sight.

Nacho unlocked the car doors, stepped out, stretched a little to try and make his limbs less stiff. He circled the vehicle, blinking at the landscape to try and catch a sight of Lalo, but there was none. He didn't left him here alone, right? Nacho didn't hear any car passing by during the night.

He found Lalo once he reached the other side of the car. He was sitting on the dirt road, back against the driver door. Lalo looked up at him, and smiled. Nacho wasn't really expecting him to smile after treating him like he did. He was really angry yesterday, he realized.

“Hola cariño. Slept well?”

Nacho raised an eyebrow. “No. Your car is a hell to sleep in.”

Lalo grinned and nodded, as if he knew how uncomfortable it actually was to spend a full night of sleep inside the Monte Carlo. He stood up, dusting his jeans and shirt.

“Ready to go?”

Nacho frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Very funny.”

Lalo bent down to pick up the jerrycan, and flipped it in the air, catching it back before padding back to the truck. It looked empty. What the fuck.

“What the fuck?” Nacho echoed his thought.

Nacho went to his knees, bending down to look under the car to see the gasoline leak in the dust.

“Did the cold made you completely dumb or—”

The ground was perfectly dry. Realization turned his blood to ice. His breath caught in his throat. There was never a problem with the car. Everything was fake. Nacho ruined what he now saw as Lalo's plan all along. A plan for them to spend a moment together. A nice moment. He was an imbecile.

Lalo's booted feet stopped right beside him, and Nacho sat back on his heels to look up at him, breath short. Lalo's dark eyes looked empty as he smiled back at him.

“Already on your knees to beg for forgiveness?”

#lacho #one shot #lacho fanfic #fanfic #lalo salamanca #nacho varga #text post #bcs #better call saul

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girlbloggerbae13 · 1 year

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Princesa Salamanca: Chapter 2

Chapter synopsis: Sarah misses Lalo, and Nacho isn't giving her any leeway in the relationship she's supposed to form with him in order to report back to her husband. But, lo and behold, he ends up getting shot (us viewers know why...good try pulling a fast one on Hector, Ignacio), and Sarah, along with the Salamanca twins and our local criminal veterinarian, is left to clean up the mess.

A/N: Part 2, though it's definitely not edited! I know this isn't exactly what happened between the veterinarian saving Nacho, but I wanted to show more Sarah. Any comments, reblogs, etc are much appreciated, and a special thank you to @wh0re4murdock @paigerzz and @slainmanca for liking the first part! :) I hope you enjoy part 2! Part 1 is also linked below.

Chapter 2:

“I’m telling you Lalo, he hates me,” Sarah said into the phone as she rolled her eyes. Nacho was stubborn, as promised, and he was not especially fond of her waltzing into El Michoacano like she owned the place, which technically, she kind of did.

How and why was this gringa so happy to be working with the cartel? How was she involved, and what did she contribute? And why does everyone treat her with so much respect? What has she done?

Nacho was sitting at his usual table, counting money, and he eyed the girl as she talked on the phone, twirling her hair.

“I’ve tried so much. I’ve tried asking about business, about family, about his two girlfriends at home. Nothing,” Sarah sighed in exasperation. Nacho was now giving her the death glare.

“I’m sure you’ll figure out something, sweetheart, and I’ll be there this week,” Lalo promised her. “Okay? Adios princesa.”

She closed the phone and crossed her arms. Sarah stared back at Nacho.

“What’s your deal?” She asked him. “I haven’t done anything to you.”

“What’s your deal?” Nacho asked back. “Why are you here?”

“I told you, Ignacio, I’m helping out the family business.”

“You don’t look like family. Maybe one of the side girls. A little white girl, needing help, or drugs, so she stows away with the men that run it all. And services them in return for their-”

“Marate,” Leo warned from the side of the room.

Damn right he better watch himself. She was helping him out, taking time away from her life, to come here and do what he couldn’t do himself. She was helping her Lalo. Anything for Lalo. He would be here soon, and she would be back to feeling secure. Everything was better when Lalo was with her. She would do anything for him to be with her. She would do anything for him. Anything. She was his and his alone. It was nice to think about every once in a while.

A few days later, Sarah was sitting in the back of El Michoacana, filling out her crossword book to pass the time while the twins were checking out one of the local guys that had apparently got hit. Nacho was with them. That would be one less stressor off her back if he was whipped into shape, or even taken care of completely. However, Lalo would be upset. She wiped the thought of finding Nacho dead at the accident scene out of her mind.

The phone rang. Sarah jolted up, expecting it to be Lalo. It was Marco.

“Hola primo,” Sarah said, looking back at her crossword puzzle. He spoke rushed. Nacho was shot, twice, and bleeding, but not dead yet.

“Es un veterinario en Albuquerque. Un Caldera. Encontrarlo. Encuéntranos en el garaje del padre de Varga.”

“Got it. Be there soon.” Sarah hung up the phone.

Outside was her 1970 Monte Carlo, a red one of course, a color Lalo said was his favorite on her, so it was natural that the car he would have waiting for her in ABQ was the same. Red slippers, red car, red lingerie, red blushing cheeks. It was supposed to be a lustful color, but it made her look innocent according to Lalo.

Sarah popped the trunk and switched out a pair of nude heels for black leather loafers, as well as grabbing a black leather jacket to cover up her sundress. Professional. The last thing she grabbed from the trunk was her gun, a Heckler & Koch P7 to match with her Lalo’s, and she was on her way to the veterinarian office. It took just two calls to find the right one. Doctor Caldera.

Upon her arrival, Sarah pulled down the sun visor. She pinched her cheeks and pulled out the eyedrops from her purse. Fake tears oughta get the doctor out to her car.

She ran into the office, feigning tears, of course turning the receptionist’s head away from her computer. “Please, please my cat was just hit by a car! Please, please, come out and help him!”

The woman at the front desk stood up. “I’ll grab a carrier and bring him inside right away. The doctor is in the middle-”

Sarah sobbed, protesting, “No, no, no I need the doctor please! Right away!” She rushed to the front desk, white knuckling the counter. “And my Jorge is such a skittish one, please, please just the doctor. I can’t make him any more scared than he already is. It could be his last moments! Please help my baby!”

The examination room swung open. “What is all the ruckus?” It was the doctor. “We have a waiting room-”

“No!” Sarah screamed behind tears. “Please, please doctor, you have to help me.”

The man with the glasses rolled his eyes and sighed. “Alright, Mary-Beth, I’ll be right back.”

The receptionist nodded solemnly, and the doctor, annoyed, followed Sarah out the door. Immediately after exiting the office, she wiped her fake tears away and sniffled her face back into place. “So what is it you were crying about?” The doctor asked. “Some Jorge, and a car?”

“Just get in the car.”

“Well, we can bring the animal inside,” the doctor suggested. Sarah rolled her eyes and got into the driver’s seat. “Hey, what are you doing?” He asked.

Sarah opened the passenger door and smiled sweetly. “Get. In. My. Car.”

“Is there even an animal?” Sarah tilted her head, dropping the smile, and pulled up the hem of her dress to reveal the gun in its holster. The doctor’s expression changed when he saw that, and she went back to smiling. “Woah, woah, I don’t want any trouble, ma’am.”

“Doctor Caldera. Please get in the car.”

He swallowed and sat down in the passenger seat, rubbing his now sweaty palms on his slacks.

“One of my guys, well one of my guy’s guys got shot, and we need you. He can’t go to the hospital. They’re not exactly cartel friendly, you know,” Sarah chuckled. “Anyways, they said you’re the guy to call. The Salamanca’s…you know them?”

Doctor Caldera’s jaw dropped. “No, no. I’m not helping some street gang.” Sarah revealed the gun again. “Okay, okay, okay! Just let me tell my receptionist.”

The doctor muttered to himself as he walked back into the office, shaking his head. After a minute or so, he walked back out holding a medical bag, looking just as peeved. Sarah honked. “Let’s go! We don’t have all day!”

The twins were at the garage when Sarah and the doctor pulled up. Sarah came to a quick stop, almost throwing the doctor’s medical bag out the windshield. She got out and strutted inside, where they were trying to carry Ignacio. “Let’s go, Caldera!”

This would have been much easier if they had just used the vet van to transport the dying Varga, but no, the vet didn’t want any “evidence” left behind in his place of work. Right. And leaving in a flashy red car in the middle of the day isn’t evidence in and of itself.

Sarah grabbed the bag from the doctor so he could help carry Nacho. Inside, she cleared a table full of wrenches and placed down a medical sheet that Caldera had brought along with them, along with another one folded up to be Nacho’s pillow for the make-shift procedure.

“Right here,” she said, and the men placed him down. Nacho winced and groaned in pain.

Marco helped the doctor pull off Varga’s shirt to reveal a bloody scene. Sarah grimaced as she noticed the two bullet holes, one in his shoulder and the other in his side. It appeared that there was at least an exit wound for the latter.

The doctor snapped on his blue medical gloves and clapped his hands. “You, English, come.” He motioned towards her for help.

The pair rolled Nacho onto his side so the doctor could clean out the first wound. As he faded in and out of consciousness, Nacho reminded Sarah of her son doing the same thing, moments before his final flatline. She inhaled deeply, and grabbed Ignacio’s hand out of instinct. “You’re gonna be okay,” she said calmly. Sarah didn’t know if that was the truth or not, but it’s what she used to tell Sam, and it comforted him, right? “Ignacio, look at me.”

It was almost like Nacho’s eyes rolled back into his head out of spite. Everything went black.

When he woke up, Marco was sitting next to the makeshift operating table. Nacho winced and struggled to breathe. Sarah snapped out of her brief slumber with a start, practically bouncing her head off of Leo’s shoulder. Something she still hadn’t gotten past from her time at Tuco’s was waking up like that, in a panic of where she was and who she was next to.

“Well, well, there he is,” Caldera said, moving to Nacho’s bedside.

Sarah moved towards his head and placed one of her hands on Ignacio’s unwounded shoulder, trying to comfort him. He looked at her standing above him, and since he had no energy left, Nacho begrudgingly let Lalo’s girl rub his shoulder in an effort to “soothe him”. Her mere presence pissed him off. Stupid little girl.

The doctor explained that he had to leave one of the bullets in, but the other one is fine. No nicked bowel, or at least that’s what it looks like for now, but he reminded Nacho to keep an eye on it. Then he leaned down to Nacho’s ear and whispered, “After I walk out of here, I never wanna see you again. Ever. This cartel shit is too hot for me. Got it?”

Doctor Caldera looked up at Sarah, pointing at her face. “You too. Got it?”

She narrowed her eyes, but said nothing. The doctor walked out without another word.

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kym-truestory · 2 years

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I don’t know what took Logan so dang long but he FINALLY posted our show…yay😄

#Logan Henderson #Kendall Schmidt #James Maslow #Carlos Peña Vega #Big Time Rush #BTR #BTR Albuquerque #Big Time Rush forever tour

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 11 months

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You seem like you know a lot of "lore" about the anti-SJW bloggers on this site. Maybe you know the answer to something that has been bothering me for awhile. Years ago (back in like the 2015 time period I think) there was this crazed weirdo that went around terrorizing tumblr called Carlos Albuquerque. He would send hate asks to people on both ends of the political spectrum saying agitating shit like "still forced to ignore christian terrorism i see" and then accuse them of being a fascist no matter how they responded. And he actually probably harassed more people on the left than on the right, because it seemed like he couldn't tell the difference (or didn't care). Fighting Carlos was actually how a lot of these BS "anti" bloggers originally got famous among the far-right people on this site, because they would mock Carlos and make it out as if all "SJWs" were like that. Only an idiot would say such things and they convinced a lot of people that everyone on the left is like that. And because they were the ones boldly fighting back against such stupidity (and milking it for attention), they gained a lot of followers from it. But then Carlos just sort of blinked out of existence one day... and I'm honestly wondering if some edgy anti-SJW blogger like r4cs0 or Taka didn't just invent that clown as a parody account so they could prop themselves and their own ideology up by fighting a strawman of their own creation.

These people creating their own strawman to fight is not really all that uncommon so yeah, it very well could be the case here.

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Friday, October 6, 2023

September sizzled (AP) After a summer of record-smashing heat, warming somehow got even worse in September as Earth set a new mark for how far above normal temperatures were, the European climate agency reported Thursday. Last month’s average temperature was 0.93 degrees Celsius (1.7 degrees Fahrenheit) above the 1991-2020 average for September. That’s the warmest margin above average for a month in 83 years of records kept by the European Space Agency’s Copernicus Climate Change Service. “It’s just mind-blowing really,” said Copernicus Director Carlo Buontempo. “Never seen anything like that in any month in our records.”

US democracy in disarray (NYT) Imagine if you were a foreign leader surveying the political chaos in the United States: For the first time in history, a party has just fired its own speaker of the House in the middle of a term. In the Senate, one of the two party leaders, who’s 81 years old, has twice recently frozen in public, unable to speak. A likely nominee in the upcoming presidential election is facing four criminal trials and regularly speaks in apocalyptic terms about the country’s future. That nominee is essentially tied in the polls with an 80-year-old president who many voters worry is too old to serve a second term. “To many watching at home and abroad, the American way no longer seems to offer a case study in effective representative democracy,” Peter Baker of The Times writes. “Instead, it has become an example of disarray and discord, one that rewards extremism, challenges norms and threatens to divide a polarized country even further.”

Elite pilots prepare for ‘camping out in the sky’ as they compete in prestigious gas balloon race (AP) It’s been 15 years since the world’s elite gas balloon pilots have gathered in the United States for a race with roots that stretch back more than a century. The pilots will be launching for this year’s Gordon Bennett competition during an international balloon fiesta that draws hundreds of thousands of spectators to the heart of New Mexico each fall. The race has been held in the United States only 13 times before, and this will be the fifth time the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta has played host. For the pilots, there are no stops to refuel or to pick up extra supplies. They will be aloft for days, carrying everything they need to survive at high altitude as they search for the right combination of wind currents to push their tiny baskets as far as they can go. Prevailing winds are expected to carry the competitors through the Midwest toward the northeastern U.S. and potentially into Canada. A Belgium team holds the record for traveling just over 2,112.9 miles (3,400 kilometers) in 2005. A German team was added to the record books for staying aloft the longest—more than 92 hours—during the 1995 competition.

Mexican reporters and hitmen (NYT Mag) The world has become an increasingly dangerous place for reporters, but—outside the war in Ukraine—no place is more deadly for them than Mexico. Since the central government began its brutal and chaotic war on drugs in 2006, at least 128 reporters have been killed there, according to the Committee to Protect Journalists, 13 of them last year alone, a chilling record. Mexican journalists have faced phone hacks, death threats, beatings, torture and, in one case, grenade attacks on their newsroom. They face these perils in part because the authorities whose job it is to protect them have in many instances been infiltrated by the cartels.

England considers raising smoking age until cigarettes are banned entirely (Washington Post) British Prime Minister Rishi Sunak proposed raising the smoking age by a year, every year, so that children born after 2008 will not be allowed to legally purchase tobacco products even when they become adults. Sunak announced the idea in a speech Wednesday at the annual Conservative Party conference, saying he wanted to create Britain’s first modern “smoke-free” generation. Describing smoking as the “biggest cause of preventable death,” Sunak said the policy would mean “a 14-year-old today will never legally be sold a cigarette,” to applause from the audience. At present Britons over 18 can legally buy cigarettes. The proposal is part of a renewed global crackdown on tobacco and vaping. New Zealand last year passed a law, yet to take effect, prohibiting the sale of tobacco to those born after 2008. Australia unveiled plans to crack down on recreational vaping products, even those not containing nicotine. Hong Kong is considering imposing lifetime tobacco bans for future generations. Smoking causes 64,000 deaths in England per year, and costs the economy an estimated $20.7 billion annually via early deaths and costs to the public health system, according to the government.

France battles bedbugs (ABC News) In 2024, Paris will host the Summer Olympics. This year, though, it appears to be hosting the bedbug Olympics, with social media videos posted from the city showing bedbugs crawling around in hotels, on public transport, and even in Charles de Gaulle Airport. “Faced with the scourge of bedbugs, we must act!” Paris Deputy Mayor Emmanuel Grégoire said last Thursday. “This is a public health problem where all stakeholders must be brought to the table. It is up to owners and insurers to cover the costs of getting rid of these pests.” Though they’ve been historically associated with developing nations, bedbug infestations have become increasingly prevalent in wealthy countries like the U.S., U.K., and France. A recent study showed that about 1 in 10 French households experienced a bedbug infestation between 2017 and 2022. “The upsurge in bed-bug infestations in recent years has been due in particular to the rise in travel and the increasing resistance of bed bugs to insecticides,” said France’s health and safety agency.

Poland election turns Germany into punching bag (Reuters) Fighting to win an unprecedented third term in office, Poland's nationalist government has seized on a target close to home: Germany, its NATO ally and biggest trading partner. In a tight race ahead of Poland's Oct. 15 election, leaders of the ruling Law and Justice (PiS) party have accused Germany of trying to dictate Polish government policy from Berlin on anything from migration to gas. The feud has frayed Europe's broadly united front supporting Ukraine against Russia's invasion, shredding a plan for a joint Polish-German tank repair plant for Kyiv's benefit. The populist PiS has tapped into a mistrust towards Germany that still runs high in part of the electorate, above all elderly conservatives who remember the devastation of World War Two.

Ukraine’s Ammunition Problem (CNN/Politico/NYT) The war in Ukraine continues with support from the West, but some of Kyiv’s closest allies are struggling to keep up with the demands of the conflict. This week, NATO officials declared that Western ammo stocks are now scraping “the bottom of the barrel,” while Washington ended up sending ammunition it seized from Iran to Kyiv to keep the troops topped up. Over a million 7.62-mm rounds were seized by the U.S. Navy from a ship moving the ammunition from Iran’s Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps to the Houthis in Yemen. Meanwhile, NATO officials are drumming up support from their constituents to “keep Ukraine in the fight against Russian invaders” as support from the E.U. and U.S. are threatened by recent political developments. “The bottom of the barrel is now visible,” said Netherlands Admiral Rob Bauer, the chair of the NATO Military Committee. “We give away weapons systems to Ukraine, which is great, and ammunition, but not from full warehouses,” he added. Experts say that the West will need to produce more ammunition (and fast) to keep up with demand from Ukraine while keeping their own stockpiles.

Russia starts moving its fleet from Crimea (WSJ) Russia has withdrawn the bulk of its Black Sea Fleet from its main base in occupied Crimea, a potent acknowledgment of how Ukrainian missile and drone strikes are challenging Moscow’s hold on the peninsula. Russia has moved powerful vessels including three attack submarines and two frigates from Sevastopol to other ports in Russia and Crimea that offer better protection, according to Western officials and satellite images verified by naval experts. The port in Crimea was first claimed by Russia in 1783 under Catherine the Great.

Pakistan abruptly turns against Afghan refugees, calls for deportations (Washington Post) There hasn’t been a single day over the past two years when Mohammad Abed Andarabi felt at ease. A former prosecutor for the U.S.-backed Afghan government that was toppled by the Taliban, he says he has changed hideouts four times in recent months. Andarabi isn’t running from the Taliban, whose fighters he once helped to put behind bars, but from police in Pakistan—the country where he sought refuge almost two years ago. His visa has expired and, amid a widening crackdown on Afghan refugees in Pakistan, he fears that he, his wife and his five children will be jailed or even sent back to Kabul. After Pakistan’s caretaker government last week abruptly agreed to deport the 1.7 million Afghans who are estimated to live in the country illegally, the Interior Ministry on Tuesday announced a 28-day deadline for them to leave voluntarily, promising a “reward” to anyone who shares information on their whereabouts starting in November. The decision appeared to be primarily linked to growing Pakistani frustration with the Taliban and with the economic burden of hosting millions of Afghans.

China’s demographic deficit (Financial Times) More important than (China’s shrinking population) is the change in the age composition of the population. While the overall population is forecast to shrink by 113mn between 2020 and 2050, the number of people over 65 will rise, according to these projections, by 215 million, while the number of those below the age of 20 will shrink by 137 million and those between 20 and 64 will shrink by 191 million. As a result, those over 65 will jump from 13 to 30 per cent of the population. Those aged under 20 will shrink from 24 to 15 per cent and those aged 20 to 64 from 64 to 55 per cent. By 2100, suggests the UN, the share of the over-65s will be an astonishing 41 per cent of the population.

Typhoon Koinu injures 190 and brings record-breaking winds to Taiwan (AP) Typhoon Koinu swept southern Taiwan on Thursday, injuring 190 people but causing no deaths as it brought pounding rain and record-breaking winds to the island, leading to school and office closures. Koinu, which means “puppy” in Japanese, made landfall early Thursday in Cape Eluanbi, the southernmost tip of Taiwan, and is expected to weaken as it moves west toward Guangdong and Fujian provinces in southern China. The typhoon brought the fastest wind ever recorded in Taiwan. A weather monitoring station on the outlying Orchid Island measured a gust of 342.7 kph (212.9 mph), as well as sustained winds that reached 198.7 kph (123.5 kph). Both values set all-time highs since Taiwan began keeping records of wind speeds in 1897.

$106,619 (BBC) That is how much it now costs to purchase the right to buy a car in Singapore. While Singapore has an astonishingly high rate of millionaires for its relatively small size, the city-state’s average salary of roughly S$70,000 ($51,000) means that the ability to purchase a car and drive is well out of the reach of many Singaporians. Introduced as an anti-congestion measure, the government’s new 10-year certificate of entitlement (COE) system aims to promote the use of the city’s public transportation network, which ranks as one of the best systems in the world. With many standard cars costing more than six times the price as in the United States, Singapore is the most expensive city in the world to drive.

At least 80 killed in drone attack on Syrian military academy in Homs (Washington Post) A drone attack on a military academy in Homs, in central Syria, killed at least 80 people, authorities in Damascus said Thursday, one of the deadliest attacks on government-held territory in years. Syria retaliated with airstrikes pummeling the northwest of the country, which is home to various rebel forces and millions of civilians. Drones carrying explosives struck the Homs Military Academy during a graduation ceremony attended by families, according to the Syrian Foreign Ministry. Hussein al-Ghabash, the Minister of Health, said the preliminary death toll was 80, including six women and six children. He said that 240 people were wounded. No group immediately claimed responsibility for the attack.

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