#Saul Stories

[jeffstern]

Elizabeth Ellen - Saul Stories

I’ve read a lot of Elizabeth Ellen, and I always enjoy it. I’m not sure if it’s her writing, or the voyeuristic feel I get reading her stuff, both are at work. This collection of short stories was particularly strong, and braided together well.

[duffslut]

Aroused Curls

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 689

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

- What are you doing? - Slash asked trying to get up from your lap.

- Nothing just be quiet. - You pulled him back by the hair and he rested his head on your lap again.

- Why you being so rough?! - Slash asked sullenly.

- I'm not! You're too sensitive with your hair. - You said, rolling your eyes. - I won't cut it don't worry.

- I'm not worried. - He replied.

- Then relax, my God. - You sighed and carefully wrapped a lock of his hair around your finger, holding it for a few seconds and then letting go, forming a perfect curl. - What do you think? - You asked showing him the hair.

- It's fine. - He said without caring much, seeming to be worried about something - But it will take hours to do the whole head, I'm out.

You were confused by his sudden mood change and watched as he got up from your lap and stood in the living room.

- Slash, what's wrong? - You asked, kind of sad because you thought you had done something wrong.

- Nothing I just need a blunt. - He said walking towards the room in a strangely suspicious manner.

A few minutes passed and Slash still hadn't come back so you decided to go after him, you found the door closed and muffled moans coming from the bedroom.

- WHAT THE FUCK? - You screamed when you opened the door and found Slash lying on the bed with his pants down to his knees, jerking himself off.

You couldn't help but stare at his dick, you had never even seen him in his underwear, the most you had ever seen of him was his member showing through the pants and shorts he was wearing, but you never thought it would be so... Big. Had he run away from you because he had a boner?

Slash shouted something you couldn't hear because you were mesmerized by his cock, hard and thick, dripping his pre-cum juice from the tip. On impulse you took off all your clothes and went to him.

- Why didn't you ask for my help? - You asked, removing his hand from around his cock and putting yours in its place. - Gosh, what made you so hard?

- You pulled my hair. - He said, and you gave a naughty smile before wrapping your lips around his cock. - Fuck! Y/n! - He groaned.

Until ten minutes ago you could never have imagined anything between you and Slash other than friendship, but seeing him so desperate horny awakened something in you, It was more than your obligation to please him for having provoked him, who would have thought...

You sucked him as if your life depended on it, never taking your eyes off his face, his mouth open, muttering curses as you sucked and kissed every inch of his cock.

Your pussy was throbbing for some attention and now that you had already started, you would go all the way. Slash settled himself on the bed, resting his back against the headboard and you climbed on top of him, adjusting your body on top of his cock, ready to ride him. As soon as you felt him entering your pussy, you grabbed Slash's hair, slowly pushing his head back and then kissing his lips, his hands held your hips firmly as you began to bounce up and down on his hard cock, feeling him fill you deeper and deeper.

- Does this turn you on? - You asked, pulling his hair harder, biting his lips waiting for his answer. His big hands felt your bare back as you bounced on top of him.

- Only when you do it. - He replied, and then in a very quick movement he turned you body on the bed, and now he was on top of you.

He continued fucking you while he buried his face between your tits, sucking them making you moan loudly, you felt your orgasm coming as his cock started hitting your soft spot again and again, making your whole body go ecstatic.

- Fuck! Slash! Don't stop! - You held his head against your chest, he continued the same rhythm and you felt his back arch as he came inside you.

[sir-davey]

King Saul’s evil spirit, also known as the Ruach Ra’ah

I want to show some of the characters from my Saul retelling, The Book of Saul, and one of the major ones that take part of Saul’s life is Ze’ev, who is King Saul’s evil spirit but personified as a spirit always taking the form of a wolf in Saul’s visions.

I have yet to properly introduce him, but I will now lol.

I draw him frequently with Saul and I have a lot planned for him. He’s his own character instead of simply being the vaguely mentioned evil spirit that attacks Saul in the Bible lol. In the story, there’s some heavy lore that Ze’ev carries, and when he first actively interacts with Saul (right after being rejected as king), he becomes Saul’s conscience, and a guide, as he twists truths for his own benefit and amusement.

To summarize Ze’ev’s character, Ze’ev can be interpreted in many ways. He is basically the essence of Saul’s subconscious containing his deepest fears and regrets. Saul’s mentality will be reflected on Ze’ev who guides Saul, seeking truths he desperately yearns for, through 7 seven visions. No matter how hard Saul tries, he cannot escape the spirit always appearing before him. And also, those 7 visions are basically Saul’s hell with different truths revealed to him. Ze’ev finds so much joy in watching him suffer, yet he is able to have Saul always running back to him for help. Ze’ev knows very well that Saul has absolutely no one to turn to as he takes advantage of his helplessness.

As for Ze’ev’s appearance, he is usually a wolf, and there are two reasons why Ze’ev appears as a wolf. One being the tribe symbol for Benjamin, the tribe Saul’s from, which is represented with a wolf, and in the past I had called Ze’ev the “Wolf of Benjamin”, but I ended up changing his name lol. But the second reason resonates with Saul more deeply, where in the story, Saul is terrified of wolves due to traumatic experiences with them, and it comes off basically as a phobia Saul has (I believe the phobia for wolves is called “lupophobia”, that’s what Saul would have oof). But ironically, Saul is from Benjamin, and he’d be surrounded by wolf symbols as a benjaminite king ruling the place. And plus, Ze’ev is almost always a wolf, and if you recall what I’ve said, Ze’ev is the essence of Saul’s mind made up of his darkest fears and regrets while appearing in Saul’s visions.

I could literally go on and on about the evil spirit Ze’ev, but I would be crossing spoiler territory if I do loll.

But some small things about him: Ze’ev shapeshifts a lot, and his form is always moving in place. And he has a HUGE tail that constantly flows.

But lastly, this one means a lot to me lmaoo, but hear me out on this. When it comes to Ze’ev’s voice, I usually either have him speak with both a male and a female voice that intermingles at the same time (for reference, it’s just like Satan’s voice from that creepy Mark Twain clay animation movie. Look it up if you’re curious lol). Or, Ze’ev speaks as a distorted version of Saul’s voice.

Butttt, I can’t help but headcanon his voice as Will Wood when it comes to visualizing him in my head. Ze’ev sings as well (he sometimes sings to lure Saul), and whenever he sings, all I can hear is Will Wood. Ack, Will Wood!!! 🔥 And I know I’m being biased because I LOVE Will Wood (pls if you’re a Will Wood fan you gotta let me know 😭). But outside of the book, I imagine Ze’ev’s voice as Will Wood’s lolllll.

I already have a bunch of Saul and Ze’ev animatics planned, but if I do make an animatic/animation with Ze’ev, it’s going to be a Will Wood song.

[lalo-tellmeagain]

Two years since the final episode premiered and I’m still not sure I’m over it - this show remains unrivaled and likely will for a very long time ❤️

Saul Gone - 8/15/22

[kylejsugarman]

marie is literally the only character who was able to see all three male protagonists (walt, jesse, jimmy) for what they truly were. there's a reason they brought her back for the better call saul finale: marie is the only character with the clarity of vision to accurately judge jimmy and assess his character. she saw the goodness in jesse and offered him a taste of humanity and liberation, she saw the all-consuming ego in walt and said that iconic line ("why dont u just kill yourself?") because marie knew what would happen if walt was allowed to keep going, she knew that it was either going to be him or one of them. and she saw the almost-remorse in jimmy, the regret that wasn't quite regret, the capacity for change that was untouched but not inaccessible. the loss, the insecurity, the obsessiveness. marie knew what jimmy was and what he needed in spite of her grief and frustration. these three characters met fates almost identical to what marie wanted for them because she understood who they were and what their actions had earned them

[newblvotg]

[popfizzles]

went looking for some old unposted art, stumbled across this gem that never saw the light of day

[depressopax]

Bon Appetit, baby

Nacho Varga x AFAB reader

Fandom - Better call Saul

Pairing: Nacho Varga x AFAB reader Genre: SMUT/PWP.  Warning(s): Sexual content. MDNI. Reader is gender neutral but has a pussy. Oral sex, overstimulation, teasing, cuss words. Written in 1st person POV and based on an OC. Words: 0.9K Summary: Nacho going downtown on reader ;) English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

The room is warm despite the open window and cold night air blowing through the thin curtains. Or maybe it’s just my body feeling overheated. Sweat drips down my forehead and my whole body feels sticky as I gasp for air. No more. I think but unable to express myself apart from low mumbles and moans. I try squirming away. My body screams for mercy but through the fog of pleasure, I want more. He’s like a drug and I can’t get enough. 

More. 

Still, my movements get more desperate, and his grip gets stronger and more dominant. He growls against my skin, clearly frustrated with how much I’m moving. His strong hands hold my thighs apart. I’m exposed and completely at his mercy.

Just how he likes it. 

“Nacho..” I murmur

“A bit more, baby.” he mutters and looks up at me through heavy lidded eyes. The dark eyelashes almost cover his brown eyes and my blurred sight makes it hard to read his expression.

“Please.” I whisper and I feel his smirk against my sensitive skin. His lips are swollen and wet as he places a gentle kiss against my wetness. Although he is gentle, my overstimulated body hurts from his movements. He brings me closer to a third climax and I know he won’t be satisfied until I’m crying and begging for him to stop. The tip of his nose brushes against my clit and a chill goes through my warm body. 

He’s the devil, my boyfriend. 

At least when it comes to sex. 

Always teasing, always wanting more. 

He looks perfect like this. His strong body pinning me down into the sweaty king-sized bed, his knees resting against the soft mattress, the throbbing bulge in his boxers… The fabric is wet from his arousal, showing how much he enjoys pleasuring me. So much that he could cum undone. I can’t take my eyes off the boner.

How I wish I could help him with that. 

But he keeps pushing away my hands whenever I try to touch him. 

I’m doing this because I want to. - He keeps saying. His muscular chest and abs look stiff, and his biceps are flexing as he grips me tightly. He won’t let me go that easily… All I can do is try to enjoy the pleasure, and breathe through the intense stimulation. 

When he plunges two fingers inside of me, I throw my head back. He stops his movements momentarily, only to grab my chin and gently tilt my head so I look down at him, where he half-lays between my bruised thighs. He has left hickeys everywhere, and the pressure from his palms has left marks too.

“Eyes on me.” he says. Nacho looks at me with love, but his voice is firm and almost annoyed. 

“Sorry…” I hiss and look at him with squinted eyes. 

“Are you gonna cum for me?” he whispers and almost slams the tip of his tongue against my clit. I nod my head. “I can’t hear you, mi vida.”

“Yes!” 

He chuckles at how desperate my voice sounds. Oh, how he loves this… 

“I want to taste you again.” he murmurs and licks his lips, before going back to work. He sinks down deeper and his face is practically buried between my legs. My eyes are glued at the top of his head and the short, dark hairs of his buzzcut. His stubble tickles my thighs and he moans against my pussy. He went from being careful and passionate, to fucking me with his mouth. He is sloppy and messy, tasting me like a starving man. 

I whimper as the third orgasm washes over me, and by pure reflex, I try closing my legs. He spreads them wider than I thought was possible. 

“Mine.” he growls and holds onto me whilst I ride out my high. My hips buckling upwards as he eagerly tastes my release. 

My body relaxes and I sink back into the mattress. I don’t know if it’s tears or sweat that’s soaking my face - maybe both. He finally gives me a break and I sob loudly and try calming myself and relax my sore, trembling body. I feel numb after the intensity of my boyfriend's actions, but I can finally exhale and close my eyes for a bit. When I open them, he hovers over me. His face swells with pride as he strokes my cheek. 

“You did so well for me.” Nacho whispers and kisses my neck. I mumble something in response and I can feel his smile against my neck as he nuzzles it. 

He lets my body rest for a couple of minutes before he pulls his boxers down and frees his cock, which is twitching from arousal. He grins at me whilst rolling a condom over it.

“Just a few more minutes, hmm?”

“...Dickhead.” I reply, but I don’t complain as he slides into my wetness with ease. He looks amused at my words and leans down over me to deepen the penetration. He grunts at the warmth engulfing his length.

“You feel so fucking good. So perfect… Fuck, I love you.”

I let out a moan in reply, embarrassed from the thought that I won't last long. Not now. And oh, he’ll enjoy that. It’ll feed his ego. But still, I let him slide in and out of me and I enjoy the feeling of being one with him. He thrusts into me gently and whispers praise in my ear. I can’t complain tho. 

I’ll get my revenge, eventually…

I'm back with writing YAYY! Enjoy this VERY smutty and... No plot story lol!

Want more Nacho stories? Check out my Nacho AU/Better call Saul x La casa de papel crossover!

[t3ooc]

“I’d bite myself and take my feelings out with my teeth.”

[spghtrbry]

so i’ve been. THINKING lately.

you can find many similarities in both stories but there are also huge differences…

in cain and abel’s story cain murders his younger brother because of his jealousy and because god preferred abel over him, which is obviously similar to how chuck’s pride made him envious of jimmy because he’s more likeable and made their mom laugh etcetera etcetera..but i’d say abel was a pure guy, he didn’t do anything bad, he was like. basically the purest human being at that time (well it’s not really difficult to be the best person when there’s like 4 people in the whole world and two of them literally got kicked out of heaven but anyway). and cain murdered him. which is clearly not the case with jimmy and chuck because obviously in the legal point of view chuck is a better person than jimmy …

and we’ve got esau and jacob, which is i think a really underrated story. i mean i love cain and abel but i think people often forget about those two. esau, (technically) an older brother, always gets tricked by jacob. jacob buys his birthright and steals his father’s blessing that was meant for esau. and esau rages at him because. i mean. that’s not a nice thing to do. but in the end jacob becomes one of the Main Characters in the genesis… personally i think this story is more… idk, specific? there’s just something about the younger brother constantly tricking the older to get what he wants, even though the reasons not always are completely selfish. BUT! in the end esau and jacob made peace which is (spoiler alert😨) not the case with chuck and jimmy ………..and also jacob didn’t really have a redemption arc and esau just. idk. moved on with his life. got a family and all that. so he basically became a normie. but yeah ANYWAYS!

so yeah. i’d really love to hear ur thoughts and opinions on this one because i am a little bit insane about all this stuff as you probably noticed

(also if i messed something up or if im wrong anywhere please lmk lol it’s been a while since ive read the old testament…….)

[linusbenjamin]

Wexler & McGill.

[duffslut]

Best dad in the world

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 643

Warnings: Fluff!

You were helping Slash write a new song, he was gliding his fingers across his guitar, trying to play at a low volume while the kids were sleeping.

- That sounds good. - You said as your husband played a new riff.

- Yeah I think I can use that. - Slash said and jotted down some notes in his notebook.

You watched him silently so as not to disturb him, but the silence soon ended when the door opened and Cash and London ran into the room.

- Boys! - You exclaimed as the kids jumped into Slash's lap, who immediately placed his guitar on the floor next to him, directing his attention to his children.

- What? You guys slept for like five minutes? - Slash said laughing.

- I want to play, Dad! - London said, and Cash nodded frantically, sitting next to him.

- Me too. - Cash said raising his small hand to Slash.

You got up and went over to them, giving the kids a kiss on the forehead and a peck on Slash's lips, leaning in to his ear.

- Are you okay? - You asked just to make sure he didn't mind the boys in his studio room.

- We'll be fine, Mom. - He said, winking at you. - I have to teach these boys how to hold a guitar.

You smiled, touching Slash's curls in an affectionate gesture before leaving the room.

- I'll make you guys a snack. - You said and closed the door as you left, hearing the children's laughter as you walked towards the kitchen.

You found yourself thinking, as you cut into some bread, about how Slash was such a good dad to his kids, how he had gotten along with them from the moment they were born, they were obsessed with Slash too, and you still get surprised every now and then by how much they looked like their father.

As you assembled the mini sandwiches on a plate, you began to consider whether having another child with Slash would be a good idea, It wasn't the first time that idea had crossed your mind, and with each interaction Slash had with the children, whether it was playing, scolding, helping them eat, get dressed... your desire to get pregnant with him again increased.

- Yay! Mommy! - London and Cash shouted and ran to grab your legs when you entered the studio carrying their snacks and juice.

- Are my little boys hungry? - You asked, picking up Cash and ruffling London's hair before lightly squeezing his cheek.

You placed the snack on the small table in the center of the room and sat down next to Slash, unable to hide your bright and passionate gaze at him.

- What babe? - He asked, and you pressed your body closer to his, touching your thigh against his.

- I was thinking... - You started to say but were interrupted by London, touching your leg and calling you.

- Mom! Dad taught me how to play guitar! He said I can play in a band when I grow up a little bit! - He said excitedly, and you pretended to be shocked.

- No way, Daddy said that? - He nodded. - Then we have to buy you more instruments, right? - You said.

London nodded and then walked back to his brother's side, sitting on the floor eating his sandwich.

- I want to have a baby with you. - You said at once, looking straight into Slash's eyes, trying to decipher his reaction. - Another baby, I wanna get pregnant.

He looked surprised, and then incredibly happy, intertwining his hands in yours.

- Are you sure? - He asked, moving your hair and kissing your forehead.

- Absolutely certain. - You said. - You are the best dad in the world.

His hands touched your face, lightly cupping your cheeks, his cold rings touching your skin as you waited for his answer.

- Then I'll give you a baby. - He said, and then pressed his lips to yours.

[sir-davey]

Some concept sketches for King Nahash from my Saul novel! Yes, King Nahash, king of the Ammonites, who threatened to take out the right eyes of the people of Jabesh Gilead.

He plays a pretty important role in the Book of Saul, for being Saul’s major rival while presenting himself as the “perfect” king to Saul who had been just anointed and knew nothing about leading anything but cattle. Not only does he partake in the very beginning of Saul’s anointing, but he has taken a large part in Saul’s upbringing, which makes him to be someone Saul fears deeply..

That’s as much as I can say for Nahash without spoiling too much hehe 🤭 As for the sketches, I’ll probably redesign him more. He looks very Saul-like to me, and my perfectionist eyes finds it quite unfitting aghh, but I love how I drew him lol.

[lalo-tellmeagain]

Nice! A new story from Tony for Halloween & it’s awesome Lalo art! 😍

(Via cowboyinsuit on IG)

[slamminslamminmcgill]

hi i went to an orgy tonight and shoutout to the transmasc who did this shit to me you’re so nacho-coded

maybe teaser for chapter 4 of perrito who knows (it does exist i swear)

warning: petplay, bdsm, dubcon, free use, rimming mention, nacho varga is trans this is true vince gilligan told me

anatomical terms (for nacho lel): pussy, t-cock

Ignacio Varga.

Or just “Nacho”, according to the rest of the Salamancas, and “Nachito” to no one else but Lalo. He was the one person here that you knew nothing about. Hector and the twins had been discussed in passing; Tuco was in prison with you; and you were so familiar with Lalo that you knew what his butthole tasted like. Nacho? Nothing. Nothing beyond Lalo’s testimonial of “He’s cool. You’ll like him.” You wanted to take his word for it, but “cool” seemed like a bit of an understatement. He was a fucking Ice Queen. Hadn’t said a single goddamn word to you since he got here.

And yet Lalo gave him a leash.

That must have said something about his character. After all, Lalo wouldn’t dream of putting his precious little fuckpuppy in harm’s way without a safeword. Shit, he must be more trustworthy than Tuco, since he’s allowed to be alone with you. Or at the very least, he’s not a reckless cokehead.

You didn’t think he was going to take you up on your services. You figured he was going to spend his week at the hacienda rolling his eyes and keeping to himself. But eventually he surprised you.

He must’ve been watching you, hiding in the shadows and waiting until you were by yourself in the bathroom. As you turned around to lock the door, a note slipped under it.

3 AM

Kitchen.

Be there alone.

-Nacho

Okay, sure, he likes his privacy. You figured that out already. Just to be safe, you showed the note to Lalo, who seemed positively giddy at the thought.

“Ooh, nice! ¡Muy caliente, jaja! (Very hot, haha!) You crazy kids have fun, alright? Let me know how it goes.”

Alright. Have fun. That was probably doable, unless Nacho’s dick game was abysmal. You were facing a best case fun, worst case boredom scenario. No big deal. You could handle that.

The clock struck 3 and you made your way downstairs, your collar jingling with each step. When you arrived, Nacho was already leaning against the fridge, the chain-link threaded between his fingers. “Hey,” was the first time you heard his voice.

“Hey…” you croaked back.

“You gonna be okay if I put this on you?” He asked, tightening the leash in his fists.

“Yeah, uh, go for it.” You leaned forward and stuck your neck out, giving him a clear shot of where to clip the leash.

Nacho clicked it to you, and with that he had your entire being under his control, at his mercy and his alone. He took a moment of silence to soak it in, to savor and honor this feeling of domination.

And then he dragged you down the hallway to the bathroom.

Nacho pushed you in and followed closely behind, locking the door behind himself. “Sit,” he commanded of you.

You instantly dropped to your knees like a good boy. Such a good boy. Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy. Good doggy.

“Good boy,” Nacho reiterated, slipping his hand through the loop at the end of the leash. He went to undo his belt, then his jeans. He tugged those down, and then his underwear…

Holy shit…

How did you not see that coming?

The mere sight of it stunned you like a flashbang.

It just so happened that Ignacio Varga, Nacho, “Nachito”, had a pussy.

And the biggest t-cock you’d ever seen.

And you barely had a chance to gasp before your face was being smushed into it.

[espresso-ships]

Idiots - Varganardi Oneshot

AHHH my very first self insert fanfiction! I usually write x reader ones, and this is the first one I write for me ashhshs Hope y'all like it!

Words: 1.8K Warnings: Hurt/comfort & lot of cussing lol (lmk if I should add something more <3)

“Can I tell you what I think?” 

Sigh.

“...What do you think?”

“That you’re in love with her.”

Silence.

“So what? What if I am, what difference does it make?”

“Tell her.”

“You make it sound so damn easy.” He scoffed.

“Nacho, it is easy. Maybe she feels the same-”

“Feels the same?? What fucking fantasy world do you live in, huh?!”

Silence, again. 

Nacho sighed and rubbed his forehead. He felt relieved that Domingo couldn’t see his face. That he couldn’t see the tears of anger or the pain in his eyes. 

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

“I know, Nacho. But trust me. She feels the same.”

“How the hell would you know?”

Silence. Always the damn defying silence. After what felt like eternity, Domingo talked:

“Because she told me.” 

Chaos.

That’s what the mansion feels like. Drunk - or high - people everywhere. It’s a new years party, after all. The music, laughter and screams makes it feel like the house is vibrating. And the heat - from at least 50 bodies trapped together in a room with bad air conditioning, and from his own nerves. 

It feels like they’re all caged animals, locked together, waiting for tragedy. He doesn’t understand how people can enjoy being squeezed together like this - or maybe they’re all pretending. Just searching for something - someone - to fill the void.

He usually enjoys parties. He is usually one of the people dancing and laughing, with his arms thrown around a pretty stranger. Not tonight. 

Nacho fidgets with the first button to the red shirt, buttoning and unbuttoning, over and over. He has barely touched the shot in his glass. 

“Are you gonna drink that?” Domingo’s words are slightly slurred, and his grin is wide. He shouts to overvoice the music, but doesn’t seem to mind the volume. At least someone is having fun. 

“It’s all yours.” Nacho hands his friend the glass, and he empties it in only a matter of seconds. He grimaces. “You’re gonna be sick, Dom.” 

His friend rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, dad. Don’t look so bitter, man!”

Domingo nudges his friend, who rolls his eyes in return. Yet, he chuckles. His eyes wanders across the room, hoping to see his tall friend amongst the sea of people. No sign of her, so far.

“Relax, dude. She’ll be here soon!” 

I really hope so. He still has to apologize to Laura, after that ridiculous argument they had last week. 

“What did you two even fight about this time?”

Nacho’s mind goes back to the phone call with Domingo yesterday.

“It wasn’t a fight, damnit.” He sighed. “Just a… Disagreement.”

“About…?” 

“About her shit-ex. I told her she was stupid if she forgave them after everything they put her through.”

“And?” 

“I sounded too angry. She got angry, and we both said things we didn’t mean.” Talking about it made Nacho realize how shitty the situation was. He felt like screaming from frustration. “Fuck, Dom… I really messed up this time.”

“You both did.”

“Yea…” He dreads the answer, yet he asks: “When did she… Tell you?”

“Back when you dated Mona.”

“Dude, that was like 10 months ago! Why the hell didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“Hey! I’m Laura’s friend too. Besides, she threatened to kick my ass if I told you about her feelings for you.” 

“What a damn shit show!” He cussed loudly, almost forgetting Domingo on the other line. 

“I’m sorry, man.” He sighs. “But then, Laura got together with… Them. And well, you still dated Mona back then.”

“Yea…” 

“And you seriously didn’t know Laura had a crush on you? Like, at all?” 

“No, Domingo! I didn’t.” Nacho hissed. 

“You’re a damn fool, my friend.”

“Rubbing salt in my wounds.” he muttered, frustrated by Domingo’s teasing.

“You and Laura have been dancing around each other for years. You both are idiots, y’know?” 

“I hate you. No… I hate this. This situation? It sucks.”

“I’m so sorry, Nacho.”

Silence, silence, silence. 

“So what now?”

“Talk to her, dumbass.”

And that’s the plan.

Nacho refuses to start the new year whilst being in a disagreement with his best friend. Crush. Whatever. 

“Damn, look at that girl over there!”

Nacho’s eyes follow to where Domingo’s glare is stuck. He grimaces. 

“She’s way out of your league, dude.”

Domingo scoffs and begins a long, drunken rant about something… 

That’s when he sees her. A tall figure amongst the crowd of people. Her brown wavy hair, that purple shirt he likes to see her in… And as usual, the high heels - as if being taller than him wasn’t enough. 

“Shit, there she is!” He hisses, to gain Domingo’s attention. His friend whistles loudly, and Laura turns her gaze towards them. She looks pissed with someone whistling at her like that, until realizing it’s Domingo. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

She walks up to them.

“Hey, happy almost new years.” 

She greets Domingo with a hug, and despite everything, she embraces Nacho too. He stands frozen, before slowly wrapping his arms around her. He breathes in the scent of her shampoo. Her scent. The hug only lasts for a couple of seconds, but it feels like hours. He wishes it was hours. 

“Yo, thirty minutes left until the new year! I need to find someone to kiss.” 

With that, Domingo walks off, stumbling forward onto the living room, which is used as a dance floor. And just like that, Nacho and Laura are alone.

Thank you for the support. Nacho will remember to give his friend hell for this. He turns his gaze back to her, and she gives him a sheepish smile. Her. His best friend, the girl he’s known since teen years. They’ve gone through up and down together, and shared so much. Laughter, tears, secrets… 

And there it is, the familiar heartache. The urge to run away from the situation, to flee his complicated feelings. Yet, he stands there and looks at her. They both speak, at the same time, the same words. Like they’re telepathetic. 

“I’m sorry-” Their voices harmonize. 

“You-” Again.

“You first.” Nacho is quick to say.

“You were right, Iggy.” 

I did not see that one coming - Nacho thinks. 

“I… I’ve ended it with my ex. Once and for all. They’re trash.”

“Laura… I’m so relieved to hear that.” He gathers his thoughts. “I’m sorry, too. For being so harsh on you. I just care about you, Laura.”

“I know, Iggy…” She sighs and uses the nickname that used to drive mad early on in their friendship. But now? He loves it. “I know. And I care about you. And I don’t want us to fight any more.”

“Me neither.” Everything else fades. It’s only them. Laura, and Nacho. 

Nacho and Laura. 

“We need to talk.” At the same time, again.

“Alright, this is getting creepy.” Laura giggles. “Come on, let’s head out.”

The cold night air hits them, but it’s a nice change from the warm house. A couple of lonely snowflakes fall down to the frozen grass as they walk. 

Nacho gathers his thoughts, mentally preparing for what he’s about to say - but he needs to say it. Now. 

From inside the mansion, the guests are preparing for midnight. Preparing to celebrate the new year to come. 10 minutes left. 

Laura sits down in a sunchair, next to the covered up pool. Nacho awkwardly stands next to her. 

“Hey, idiot. Sit down” Laura says, holding back a laughter. She moves to the side and pats the spot next to her. He sits down, very aware of how close they are to each other. Their legs are touching and so are their shoulders. Their exhales come out as steam in the crispy air. 

“The reason why I was so harsh, Laura, was because I was jealous. Jealous of your damn ex, because they got to call you theirs.” The words leave his mouth before he can think twice. The sound of the music inside feels louder, and he feels scared to breathe too loudly. 

“I don’t know why I said that. I’m sor-”

“I never liked Mona, because I wanted you to be with me. Not her.”

Nacho’s heart skips a beat. He stares at Laura, blinking his eyes - as if trying to process what she just said. 

They’re both silent again, but this time, it’s a comfortable silence. The beat of music echoes - or maybe it’s just the beat of his own heart. Her hand finds his, and her fingertips tap against his knuckles. He opens his hand, entwining fingers with her. 

They’re so close now. So close. Yet, he wants closer. 

“Are we done playing pretend now?” Laura asks.

“Yea. We’re done being idiots. Took us long enough, huh?”

They both grin at each other.

“Yea. You wanna head inside again?”

“Not really. Unless you have a midnight's kiss waiting for you…”

“No, you idiot.” Laura slaps his arm lightly. “Not yet, at least… Do you volunteer?”

His face heats up once again and he nods, failing at trying to act nonchalant. 

From inside the house, they hear the shouts, as the countdown begins. 

60… 59… 58… 57…

The two friends move even closer to each other - closer than they thought was possible. He can feel her hot breath against his face, and looks into Laura’s green eyes. He can almost see his own reflection in them. He squeezes her hand tighter and leans in. His focus is now solely on her, taking in details about her that he’s never appreciated before. The mole under her left eyes, the freckles on her skin, her crooked nose and the acne scars on her cheeks. 

20… 19… 18….

“You’re so damn beautiful, Laura.” He whispers hoarsely. It’s her turn to blush now, too. The intensity that she looks at him with makes him shiver.

“So are you.”

8… 7… 6… 5… 

The shouts are getting louder, yet it all seems to fade out. 

Nothing else matters - no one else matters.

ZERO.

Their lips meet, and Nacho’s hands tangle into Laura's hair, whilst her hands rest on his back. They pull on each other, trying to be as close as possible. Both of them melt into the kiss and embrace. Now that they finally have each other - no one is allowed to separate them. 

“Talk to her, dumbass”

The frustration in Domingo’s voice was clear, and even on a phone call, Nacho could almost see how he rolled his eyes.

“I don’t want to lose her.”

“You really love her, don’t you?” 

Silence.

Domingo was right.

So Nacho realizes now, when he holds onto Laura. She rests her head against his shoulder, and Nacho has his arms wrapped around her. He can’t help but look at her. She is smiling, and her eyes are glued on the fireworks lighting up the sky. Realizing that he’s staring, he turns to look at the sky. 

Yeah, I love her. 

And so, he’ll tell her. Eventually. 

AHHHH I hope y'all liked it :3 This idea has been on my mind for quite a while. I really love hurt/comfort stories and realyl like the concept of Laura and Nacho being idiots when it comes to love and relationships LOL So yea - this is basically how they offically became a couple

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