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1ivinqdeadqir1 · 2 years ago

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Headcanons for Lalo being his SO’s first please <3

Lalo being his SOs first:

A/N: I’m assuming you meant first time as in sex but I’m gonna list a few other first-times just in case you meant otherwise

Fem!reader (I can try to make a male! Version if you guys want? Lmk!)

WARNING(s): sexual stuff as well as just general Lalo shenanigans and my bad google translate/duolingo basic Spanish

First relationship:

I feel like Lalo would be very entertained by the fact that he’s your first ever experience in a relationship

I think maybe the more manipulative side of him would like that as it means he can sort of bend your interpretation of things

Though that’d hardly ever happen, only when he’s talking about business because other than that, he’s a really good boyfriend!

I can imagine him being very attentive, not in s submissive way but more in a ‘ I must protect you and look after you ‘ kind of way.

He probably worries a lot about you going out alone so he’d make sure to have guys nearby to where you are just to make sure you’re safe

‘Make sure they get home alright, hm?’

He probably also has a few of your friends on Facebook or has their numbers just in case he can’t get a hold of you ( I don’t imagine he’d talk to them otherwise, he likes to give you your own space)

A lot of teasing and kisses when you’re at home with him

“Eres tan suave, amor” he’d mutter whilst pressing his head into your hair or “¡Yo quiero comerte!”

Whether you understand Spanish or not, you certainly find his ramblings adorable

( if you don’t understand Spanish, and you ask him to teach you, he’d make a point of speaking Only in Spanish sometimes and not translating just to test your apprehension!!)

“Lo siento, amor, tienes que practicar, ¿no?”

It would sometimes get very annoying but as you understand more, you’d come to appreciate it greatly

I can imagine you picking up the swear words easily, and probably littering them around, to which he’d scold you for your language 🙄

Best believe he’s taking you on all the best dates, romantic and relaxing just for you both

First Kiss:

I think first kiss goes hand in hand with first relationship, so this would probably come more naturally

Say you’re about to leave after a date, and he leans in, you hesitate for a minute so he asks:

“You okay?”

To which you reply and explain that you haven’t kissed someone before,

He finds that really sweet, and also fuels his ego a bit knowing that he’s your first EVER kiss.

He’d probably leave you with a simple peck that night, and perhaps a few extra kisses on your cheeks and forehead.

like most I imagine he’s not fond of PDA, though can make an exception when dropping you off… is it really PDA if it’s at your doorstep or in his car?

That brings me to /proper/ kisses and making out

Probably happens in his car to begin with, like you’re feeling kind of needy so you give him a peck on the lips

He’d be really surprised that you initiated it ( he usually does ) but would go in for another kiss

You’re not sure how to make-out so you just go along with what he’s doing,

He’s pretty slow at first, and gentle just easing you into it

When you both pull back he’d comment on how good you were, even if you were pretty shitty at kissing or shy- just to get your confidence up

“you sure you haven’t done this before?”

You’d huff a laugh and shake your head, cheeks all warm and flushed

To which he just pinches one of them gently with his finger and thumb

“Eres muy lindo”

First time having sex: (nsfw)

He’s really gentle with you, seeing as he’d probably initiated it after a make out session

‘Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t mind waiting until you are’

You’d tell him you’re ready, and if you’re feeling bold you’d touch him up a bit after saying that- just to get him a little riled up

He’d be really gentle with you, and try to give you the whole 5 star experience to begin with.

He’d start by eating you out, and you’d try not to focus on how good his stache’ feels between your legs

(I can imagine that being a whole turn on icl)

He’d be pressing really soft, gentle kisses along your thighs and chest, though I don’t imagine he’d leave hickeys on purpose (he thinks they’re kind of trashy, plus he doesn’t need to mark you to let people know that you’re his)

For your first time I don’t think he’d use a condom, just because he’s heard how some people find them uncomfortable, though his pull out game is strong so don’t worry about him getting you pregnant

Unless you’re into that kind of think, definitely let him know if you want him to cum inside because otherwise, yeah

He’d probably purchase your contraceptives, though don’t get this mixed up with him not wanting kids he definitely does, he just doesn’t want to be too hasty about it

Lalo puts the love in lovemaking, he’s really sensual and attentive to your needs the first few times you do it, though as you become more adhered and comfortable to him, he’d get a bit more bold

Think different positions and being rougher with you in bed, especially if he’s had a bad day and you let him know that you’re down (whether subtly or not)

Because I can imagine you teasing him on days where he has a lot of pent up anger and frustration, which leads to the most drawn out, rough sex you could ever imagine

Though yeah, Lalo is good, admittedly so. He’s confident in his ‘abilities’.

Aftercare, for your first time and in general is something he really likes, and sometimes maybe even gets off on?

Like just washing you or seeing you all tired out after sex can get him riled up on a bad day (or even a good day, depends on his mood and what’s happened etc)

He’d lay with you for a while after sex, toy with your hair and talk to you about nothin in particular, just general ramble of his inner thoughts

If he’s feeling romantic, whilst cuddling ( he’s the big spoon. No exceptions) he’d talk to you about how happy you make him, and how he’s going to marry you one day.

He’s very affectionate in general, though it probably comes out more post-nut. He’s a sentimental guy, okay!

“You make me so happy, amor…”

“I’m gonna marry you one day, when you least expect it I’ll propose and we’ll have the most amazing wedding...”

Kisses and cuddles with Lalo truly are the best

He may even sleep for a little while after!

With you in his arms, it’s tempting to just stay there all night/day long

Especially in the colder months!

A/N: ahhh that was so fun to do!! Please send me more hc requests for Lalo, he’s so bbg it kills me

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1ivinqdeadqir1 · 2 years ago

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SHADES OF COOL: Part IIII

Chapter 4: THE ELEPHANT MAN

A/N: Okay guys!! its been a while!! I hope you enjoy today's chapter and I hope you had an amazing Christmas/new years (if you celebrate) also this isn't proof read, i'll check over it tomorrow morning i just really wanted to get this out for you guys ASAP!!

WARNINGS: mentions of stalking, allusions to psychological abuse, violence, blood, lalo being lalo (sorry if I missed anything!)

word count: 5.8k

parts: 1 2 3

7 am

There was a scratch on the box that ran from the top left to the bottom right corner. It’d been the last model left in stock, and after paying, Ignacio sat in his car for a few minutes trying to buff out the white line. Lalo wouldn’t care, and he didn’t either, but he had been putting off the idea of driving to a random lady's house in the early morning. He sat there for 10 minutes before throwing the phone onto the right-hand passenger side and buckling up, his mind elsewhere as he rode to the young woman's home- which wasn’t as far out as he had initially predicted. The house was big enough for one person to live by themselves comfortably. It looked cosy. He procrastinated getting out too soon, awaiting movement or signs that someone was home. After 5 minutes he figured there wasn’t much point in delaying the inevitable.

A slight breeze brushed his neck as he took quick steps toward the front door, box in hand. Lalo had told him she’d be home, today was her day off. Nacho didn’t know what he had in mind regarding you. You were just a girl, 22 years old- a kid compared to him. What business did his boss have with somebody 22 years his junior? It hadn’t surprised him though, Lalo seemed like the type of man to attract young women.

His knuckle clattered against the door, and his hand fell to his side when he heard feet padding across the floor. Lalo hadn’t given him a strict set of instructions per se, he’d asked as though he’d had a choice whether to pick up the device. “One second!” someone called through the wooden door. He cleared his throat, feet tapping the ground as he lingered, thumbing the scratch on top of the box.

“Morning,” she said lifelessly, leaning her arms against the door, body hidden behind the frame.

Nacho regarded the woman for a moment, nodding, “uh, morning” her head tipped to the side and her hair fell tepidly down past her shoulder “Lalo asked me to drop this off for you” he pushed the box forward in one hand, and she stepped back at the impact, brows furrowed inward as he remained on the doorstep grimacing.

“Thanks,” she could’ve scoffed, but hadn’t and instead chose to smile up at him. He glanced to the side as she spoke, hands layered together. “You’re Ignacio, right? I think I’ve seen you at the restaurant and Casa Tranquila.” He’d been wearing a gold link chain around his neck, beneath his maroon button-down. Expensive, she thought, asking herself whether that restaurant Lalo’s uncle Hector owned was earning enough to warrant Ignacio a gold chain. Maybe, it's fake. or a gift. “Nacho is fine, and yeah, I’m there quite a bit… “he replied, fidgeting with his rolled-up sleeves. “How’s Hector?”

“Alright” by this point the woman had stepped out from behind the door, arms folded across her chest. “I’m y/n by the way, I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced,” he flashed y/n a warm smile, and she held out her hand- pushing it forward similarly to how he’d handed her the box a moment ago.

“Right.” Nacho took her hand in his, giving it a firm shake before letting it slip back to its original place, “Do you have Lalo’s number still written down somewhere?”

“I do, yeah, thanks for dropping it off,” she began to trace the white line where the box had been damaged; it was the same model as the phone she’d once owned- were they still producing them? “It's fine, I'll see you around, y/n”

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When Nacho returned, Lalo was working on his car and his hands were stained with motor oil and grease. He’d talked to him about the stalker, Daniel. He bought from them often, complained about the product and then started buying his drugs from someone else before realising that he couldn’t get anything as good as what they sold. A backhanded compliment that would’ve been entertaining had Daniel refrained from stalking the woman who’d been taking care of his Tio for over a month.

Ignacio leaned against the workbench, forearms pressed across his chest as he glanced over, Lalo smiled widely, tossing a hand towel over his shoulder. “Took you long enough, Ignacio,” he ignored the fact Nacho rolled his eyes. “I’d half-convinced myself that you ran off with the girl…”

“No,” Nacho said pointedly, lips pursed together.

The fumes from the car had already begun to give Ignacio a migraine and he wondered how Lalo’s skull remained intact whilst he worked on his car. He could hardly hear himself think.

“How is she? La Niña,” water slipped through his fingers as he scrubbed at the stains, thinking of the girl he’d dropped off last night and how soft her hands had been when wrapped around him. After a moment of silence, he spoke up again, the squeak of the faucet punctuating his speech “Ignacio?”

The shorter man sighed “She’s okay,” Nacho thought back to earlier, how you’d smiled at him and outstretched your hand for him to shake. You were pretty enough, soft looking in a way that made him want to pinch your rosy cheeks, but he’d keep that to himself knowing that Lalo would take it the wrong way. “I gave her the phone and asked if she had your number, she said yeah and introduced herself properly”

As Nacho spoke Lalo busied himself by drying off his hands with the towel he had draped across his shoulder, nodding along. He had the image of you in his car last night at the forefront of his mind. The way you’d pressed your small hands against your cheeks as you wept, the sniffles and stammering as you tried to explain what was going on. I’m not crazy, she had said. Though he hadn’t come to that conclusion then and still believed that the way you were acting wasn’t irrational. When you’d first met, he took notice of the sharp intelligence behind your eyes, you knew how to handle yourself. you weren’t stupid or easy to fool and he admired that. He’d yet to meet someone as cunning and charming as him, however, based on what he had witnessed first-hand in person and over the phone, you were a force to be reckoned with.

“She’s a sweet thing, right?” Lalo asked, not expecting much from Ignacio, the man that hardly spoke at all. “Yeah, she’s alright,” alright, a safe answer. Not too keen but not overly enthusiastic. That is the perfect response to a question like that.

Lalo cleared his throat and tossed the towel onto the workbench, sitting down on a foldable metal chair that squeaked quietly beneath the weight of his body. “so, this gringo, Daniel, you know where it works, right?”

“Yeah, he works at this little rundown dive bar in the middle of town… it’s him stalking her, I had a few of the guys check out his place after you called last night, he has a bunch of weird shit in his room… photos, a toothbrush.. all sorts of junk.”

A toothbrush? What the fuck? He’d heard of men stealing women's panties but their toothbrushes… this guy was more fucked up than he’d initially thought.

“Aye, toothbrush? Dios mio, that’s fucking weird…”

Nacho laughed dryly, and Lalo almost felt like he’d imagined it. A beaming smile pulled at the corners of his lips, his dark, warm eyes concentrated with mischief. “I'm not having this pendejo keep scaring the shit out of her, she’s the only person Hector gets on with up here…”

Turning his body to face Lalo, Nacho spoke up “Well what do you want to do about it?”

What do you want to do about it? Ignacio’s question, as simple as it was, ran through Lalo’s mind for hours after.

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It was 1:35 in the afternoon when the pair arrived at ‘Louie’s pub & grill’, Nacho had his window open, arm slung half across the frame. He kept his other hand loosely on the wheel. “He’s the one with the black hair- that one,” he said, nodding toward a man leaning against the fire door, fingers curled around a cigarette. Looking at him now, had he not already known the age of the man leaning, Lalo would’ve guessed that he was around 35. The shadows cut into his face like stone, his shoulders slumped forward- ageing him a good 5 years. The dark circles encompassing his eyes were so noticeable - even from the other side of the street- that for a moment Nacho had thought he’d been in a fight.

“So what, is he a bartender here or something?”

Nacho turned, and the feeling of the warm air brushed his face. He shrugged, scratching his jaw as Lalo leaned over to get a better look. He took a breath, “ mouse said he gets his shit at around 9:30, right after work- he’ll be done in a few hours, best approach him then… if that’s what you’re planning on doing”

Laughing, Lalo moved his palms against the rough texture of his jeans, “You’re going to help me, you know that, right?”

Nacho faltered for a moment and nodded his head ‘yeah.’ He couldn’t exactly say no to Lalo, stating directly that he didn’t want a part of whatever weird romantic gesture this was. Hey baby, you’re being stalked? How about I eliminate the guy for you? Oh- please, it’s nothing. Sometimes when he sat with Lalo and looked at him, he saw Tuco and then remembered who he was dealing with. Salamanca. Salamanca. Sa-la-man-ca. That name had repeated over and over. It no longer sounded like a word.

“We’ll get here at eight and see what happens.” He said, waiting for a reply which came in a low hum from Ignacio. “Besides, I wonder what this Hijo de puta has to say about it.”

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Back at your house, you’d just finished setting up your phone. It was relatively easy - you had all the essential numbers written down on a pad: Your grandmas, grandpas, coworkers, and a few others. You currently sit with your hands cupped around a mug of coffee, glancing between that and the TV. The show playing was rather dull, ‘friends’, the American sitcom your mother loved. As the laughing track echoed around the small living room, you began to wonder what Lalo was doing and shot him a message.

‘Hey, It’s y/n :)’

A beam of sunlight catches you in the eyes, and you wince- shuffling off the couch to shut the curtains that’d been left ajar. Taking the heavy linen in your hand, you stop and glimpse the road. There’s a car that you haven’t seen before on the other side of the street, parked on the curb. You press firmly into the curtain and drag them shut.

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Buzz. buzz. Buzz.

There’s a sigh, and Nacho dismisses it as he rounds a corner onto the street of El Michoacáno. Lalo was tapping away at the keypad to send his reply, smiling in the passenger seat as he skimmed over the message on the phone again. You must’ve already set up the phone he’d brought over; he severely doubted anyone else would have had Salamanca in such a bubbly mood from a text alone. You seem like a nice girl and having now finally met you. He understood the appeal- and how a stalker would grind Lalo’s gears- but still, he wondered whether or not he was being irrational. Or if you were.

Your name is light on Lalo’s chest when he answers the phone. There’s humming, gravel crunching beneath ridiculously blue loafers and lalo wandering further into the parking lot. For privacy, Nacho assumes, and in turn, takes it upon himself to hide out in the restaurant and count money for the time being.

“So, you’re liking the new phone then?”

There’s a laugh, and a small sigh, “yeah it’s exactly like my old one but… newer, of course” you wonder whether or not actually to get dressed today, or if maybe a day of rest would be more appropriate.

“I’m glad,” he’s scratching the scruff of his chin as you sit in silence, “are you free tomorrow?” There’s a low hum, and muttering as if you’re trying to list all the things you need to do, it’s cute, and he doesn’t even realise that he’s smiling at your weird chattering.

“Yeah, I should be,” you said, his name soft against your tongue- you loved saying it. Lalo Salamanca, it was almost poetic. “Why?”

“Let me take you out for dinner, my treat”

“But Lalo, you’ve already bought me a phone- I had to save up for ages to get the last one… how do you- how can you afford it?”

He scoffs, kicking at the gravel beneath his feet, the blue of his loafers a stark contrast to the chalky white pathway. “Oh? Well, I’m a little offended, querida.”

You laugh quietly, it’s light and feminine in a way that leads him to believe you’re holding back your genuine laugh.

“No no, I didn’t mean it like that…but seriously, you shouldn’t- “

“-So what you’re saying is that you don’t want me asking just anyone out, right? “ his laugh’s a low grumble. “How controlling. ”

Cheeks rosy, you curl your fists into your lap and try to hide the ridiculous smile that’s drawn across your face; you get up, take the phone and walk into your bedroom to have a root around for something to wear. Maybe a nice dress tomorrow, something that’d make you look less ‘Grey's Anatomy’ and more ‘Baywatch’. Men liked ‘Baywatch’, right?

“Hey if you’re free later maybe we can… meet up? Go see a movie or something?”

He’d been leaning against the side of the building, sighing and pushing his hair out of his face for what felt like the thousandth time. As much as he’d like to, there were a few things he had to do today- business related. Not that he didn’t like the idea of you picking out a movie for you to watch together. “I can’t today querida,” there’s silence on the other end of the phone. Chewing the inside of your cheek, disappointed, you tried to keep yourself occupied to ignore what he had just said.

“But if we were to go and see one,” his words draw you from the moment of embarrassment. “What would you suggest?”

The phone had been placed on your bed as you searched through your drawers, speakerphone on so you could hear him perfectly. You set a pile of clothes back into the chest, humming. “Well, you’ve heard of Quentin Tarantino, right?”

“Of course, Pulp Fiction, he’s the guy that has a thing for…fee?t”

“Yeah, that guy, he’s just released that movie… kill bill 2? Maybe we could go see it another time when you’re less busy”

Your voice is somewhat quieter, and he almost folds- almost. “Maybe, we’ll see.” It’s odd, how for a moment the thought of you enjoying such violent films makes his chest warm and his lip twitch. You have good taste, and he’s more than happy to endure the Tarantino movie marathons he could see you both having in the future. “Alright” your voice is quiet, almost inaudible. “I have to go now, querida, I’ll call you later,”

He says as you sit down against your mattress, palms pressed into the soft cotton quilt. You nod, ‘yeah’ beneath your breath, and there’s a hollow feeling in your belly. “I’d like that… it was nice talking to you lalo- thanks again”

Despite what he had done, you weren’t confident that everything Lalo had done so far- snap your phone in half and toss it into the backseat- would do anything to stop the pestering Daniel would hammer you with.

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For the remainder of the day, you pottered around your home- tidying up places that’d begun to gather dust or that you figured needed a spring cleaning. You hadn’t heard from Lalo, so when there came another knock on your door at 7 pm, a conspicuous feeling of helplessness returned. By the oak wood door, there was a small side table where a few trinkets lay atop its frame- a shallow dish filled with loose change, bobby pins, a few scented candles - and recently, you had added a small can of pepper spray. Just in case. Maybe it was paranoia, you were overreacting a little bit- hell, it might not even be Daniel. With the cylindrical canister comes the strength to move closer, and with the resilience, you reach out for the deadbolt and slide it through the hilt.

There's another knock - this one firmer and more opposing when compared to the one prior - which makes your stomach turn with the handle and hinges.

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At 8, Lalo and Ignacio sat parked in an alleyway beside the bar. Whilst stroking his moustache, lalo looks out onto the street, down the narrow walkway and thinks of what the weirdo would go and do with his evening had he and Nacho stayed out of it. As much as he liked you, Lalo would never go as far as stealing your toothbrush- or even breaking into your home to get close to you. It was almost comical how this ex of yours somehow managed to single-handedly become one of the most pathetic men Lalo had the displeasure of knowing. To his left, nacho’s tense in the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel and another on his thigh; his brown eyes flicked between the rearview mirror and the dashboard. There weren’t many people strung around the side of the bar, the trashbags and brick walls caked with grime warded off any unwanted attention from passers-by. Daniel had smoked here earlier, the guy didn’t have a car so they could probably get a hold of him relatively easily. Approach him, jab a gun into his side and lure him to the car. Easy, someone as spineless as this guy wouldn’t be much of a problem, not for Ignacio and certainly not for Lalo.

“I think I see him, that guy there,” Nacho says, nodding at a man that’s currently shrugging on a brown leather jacket that looked tight around the middle. Lalo huffed, perking up in his seat when Daniel came into his field of view. What a complete and utter weirdo. “Tape?” He asked as if Nacho had forgotten his crucial role in the kidnapping. Ignacio sighed and pulled out a thick wad of silver duct tape, Lalo grinned wide, patted him on the shoulder and jumped out with his gun at his waist.

Daniel pulls a cigarette from a crumpled-up box of Marlboro reds’ and Placing it between chapped lips, he pats at his coat and jeans looking for a lighter.

“Need a light?” Lalo called out, motioning toward a zippo he’d had tucked away in his back pocket. There’s a smile on Daniel's face, wide and stupid looking- and his eyes wrinkle with fatigue. “thanks “ he doesn’t even flinch when lalo steps beside him, holding up the flame a few inches away from his face. “No problemo”

He thinks that’s it, that the two would part ways and this moustachioed stranger would leave and walk in the other direction- but he doesn’t. Daniel began to wonder whether or not the guy had something he wanted to ask- maybe he was a tourist or someone he owed money to. As he waited there, taking the first puff of his cigarette, lalo reached out to press a firm hand atop the man's shoulder. He stood around 5’9”, his shoulders were broad and his hair a mess of dark brown atop his scalp. “I don’t think we’re done here, mijo” Lalo says, his lips pursed in a straight line across his face. Daniel waits patiently- shuffling in his spot. The cigarette trembles between his cracked lips, and falls to the ground when something dull jabs him in his side. “If you shout or scream I won’t hesitate to put a cap in your baboso ass, okay?” there’s still a lightness to Lalo’s tone when he further stabs the gun into daniel’s side- punctuating his statement. Daniel’s breaths are shaky, and all he can manage is a feeble nod. Pushing a hand to Danny's shoulder, Lalo gives him a firm squeeze and walks him to the trunk of his car.

Standing with the tape ready in his hands, Nacho binds Daniel’s wrists, mouth and eyes. There's a moment between himself and Lalo, silence, that is interrupted by the muffled cries of Daniel. Nacho goes to pacify him, but before he does Lalo lifts his arm and hits the butt of his gun right between Daniel’s eyes. Effectively shoving him into a state of unconsciousness. His body slumps against the open trunk, his neck angled awkwardly to the side. There’s already a bruise forming on his head. Lalo notices it when he lifts the guy's legs up and over into the back. “That was easier than I thought it would be” Nacho sighs, binding Daniel’s ankles together. The tearing of the duct tape rasps through the silence, though is muffled by the obnoxious sound of music panging through the brick walls. “I guess so, we’re a good team ay?!” he closes the compartment of the car and rounds Ignacio in the alleyway to get to his passenger seat. as they pull out of the alley, it feels as though there isn’t a fully grown man curled up in the back.

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“Mom” you whine as she springs through, across the threshold and into your home. Her Louboutins heel leaves small circles in her wake- all across your carpet. “Honey, you really need to start answering the door quicker!” the shrillness of her voice makes you want to dry heave all over the newly dotted carpet. “Mom, I was doing something” you try to keep your tone level- and grasp at whatever patience it is you have left, though when she turns her head sharply in your direction and scrunches up her face, you can almost physically feel the patience evaporate from your body and out into the hallway.

Her wide, marbled eyes scan your form from head to toe, “Doesn’t seem like you were up to anything, you’re still in your pyjamas” you think you hear a laugh, a chuckle- giggle, maybe. But for the sake of your own sanity, you push it aside and follow her into the small kitchen. Before you can even open your mouth she’s opening up your cupboards and pulling a half-empty bottle of wine from the shelves. Her arm drops a little as she picks it up, as though she’d expected it to be lighter.

“Oh my little baby,” the stream of red runs from within the bottle out into the wine glass she’d pulled from the washrack. For a split second, you imagine what she’d do if you spilt the cheap wine over her dress… but instead, you take a deep breath, “why are you here? I told you I don’t want anything to do with you, please leave.”

Your mother laughs and places the bottle down hard, the dull thud rings through the walls and out into the hall. “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to young lady?” you don’t reply, and she seems to grow even more frustrated. Though the lack of wrinkling at her brow leads you to believe that she’s had another few botox injections since your last meeting.

“I am your mother how dare you talk to me like that after everything I’ve done for you” she pauses, and you simply fold your arms across your chest. You haven't seen her for months, and before your last meeting, it’d been 2 years. She dumps all her emotional baggage onto you as a child- psychologically fucks up your head and leaves you with your father's parents. It was clear that she had never wanted children, your mom. She was always cruel and your father had known that. Despite his issues, he tried, he tried to be a good parent but your mother just wouldn’t budge. She’d degrade the both of you, you hadn’t understood it then, as a baby, but now when you sit and think about it you begin to realise that you had spent your adolescence missing a woman that had never really even been there. You see your dad sometimes, usually when you’re with your grandparents. He’d come over when sober and pass out on the couch, drooling everywhere and mumbling in his pungent clothes as you sit in the kitchen with grandma- peeling vegetables or knitting. Your grandpa would handle your father, he’d talk him around for a few hours whilst he calmed down.

You hadn’t known what had turned your father into a mess. He used to be bright and full of hope, whereas now he’s quite the opposite. As a child, you’d ask your grandma if it was your fault. if you were the reason your parents argued and your dad gulped down his feelings. she‘d shake her head ‘no’ and give you a squeeze. But as an adult, you’d accepted that your birth had contributed to the fall.

Yet as you stand before her, no matter how much you are screaming at yourself to give her hell- you don’t. You just stand there. Placid in the doorframe.

She starts to talk about her new fiancee, Martin or something. He’s a Swedish inventor and filthy rich- you want to laugh but bite your tongue as she rattles on about how well he treats her and how much you’d like him. God, she hardly knew you. It was as though she had made her own version of you in her head- the perfect daughter. Pretty, smart, funny- forgiving, naive. She just expected you now, after 2 and a half years apart, to just accept everything that had happened. As though it were as easy as treating a scraped knee or sore stomach. Nothing was easy with her. If she was a scraped knee it’d have to be amputated. If she were a stomach ache she’d probably be Irritable bowel syndrome. Emphasis on irritable.

“- soooo I want you to be a part of the wedding!”

Her feigned smile and chirpy voice draw you from your own thoughts. Your eyes are blown wide and your hands go cold at the tips. She hadn’t ever asked you to be a part of something. “You want me to take part in y-your wedding?” you feel like crying. One part of you really wants this- the part of you that's craved motherly love for years, yet the other is seething with rage- why would she come to you now with this news and just throw it at you expecting you to just accept without questioning where the fuck she had been.

“Yes! Precisely dear, Martin has two daughters, both around your age and he’s made me realise that i-” she stops, and clutches at the purse you had only just noticed in her hands. “I haven’t really appreciated you over the years, In all honesty, I've been subpar- yet I want to try and rebuild our relationship as mother and daughter.”

Rebuild. Funny, it’d only be rebuilding if there were something there to work on. You think, bitterly, as though there isn’t even the slightest possibility of this being at all genuine. “I don’t know if I believe you.”

She winces, and places down the glass of wine. You hardly focus on the sound of her heels clicking against the linoleum, her expensive perfume overloads your senses and you suddenly feel like sneezing. “Look, darling- y/n, I’m being honest with you love, and actually… Martin’s working with a law firm and we’re going to be in town for a while so I was wondering if you’d want to go out for a meal with us?”

“I’ll think about it.” the words are out of your mouth before you can truly grasp what you’ve said- and how it must sound. “I’m not saying yes,” you flinch as she reaches out to touch your shoulder- a dismal attempt at comfort. “But I’ll- I just have to think about it. How long are you in town for?”

“About a month.”

“That’s fine, I’ll talk to you before then.”

You think you catch a glimmer of hope in her tired eyes. “Oh- you can invite a friend with you too, if you’d like, a guy friend maybe?”

You brush off her awkward attempt at teasing, though, for a split second you see his trimmed moustache and wide smile in your head. Lalo.

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“I swear i don’t know anythin-” there's a thud as lalo hits Daniel again, taking his shoulder in one hand and plunging his fist into his face with the other. The man's arms are bound to a chair, his feet taped to the legs as blood trickles from his nose onto his shirt. They’d been there for what felt like hours, in a warehouse out of town- where ocho loco had set everything up for them. There was no one around for miles, no one to hear his screams as lalo questioned and tortured him to his heart's contempt.

“Oh so you don’t know y/n?” he says, standing upright, hands on his hips. There are blooms of red on his shirt and at his knuckles, and the red runs thick down onto the damp floor- puddling. “you’re saying my guys are wrong? That these AREN’T pictures of y/n, showering, changing- they’re all what, relatively recent too, kid” lalo tosses the pictures to daniels feet, as his head is angled down at the ground. Limp, awkwardly. Nacho folds his arms nearby, looking at all the evidence his guys had broken in to get. There were two pairs of underwear, a plastic retainer, weird scribblings and collages. The panties looked to be somewhat crunchy, and he dreaded the thought of what that poor cotton had done to deserve such a cruel fate.

“Just please let me go I swear just FUCKING LET ME GO!” he sobbed, hiccuping as lalo continued to mock him, and beat him. The guy looked unrecognisable; his head was plump and plum coloured in areas, his eyes swollen shut- the size of billiard balls. A thick sludge of snot and blood continued to fall and dry at his nostrils and busted lip. His teeth were all painted maroon, and slobber ran down his chin and dripped onto his lap. His hands were raw at the wrists from how he had been struggling in his chair- trying to get away. They’d upgraded from duct tape to rope, coarse thick hairs that wouldn’t budge no matter how hard he whipped himself around. It was animalistic, how Lalo had kept him alive. As if this show of desperation was entertaining.

The guy was a creep for sure, god knows how long the stalking had gone on. Nacho wasn’t sure how he felt about it, how he felt about Lalo breaking each finger from the root of its joint whilst saying “try and take pictures of naked women now, Vete a la chingada, motherfucker.” the ear piercing sound of screaming was enough to make nacho wince. He used some tissue and picked up the pairs of underwear and walked over to shove them in that asshole's mouth.

Lalo turned to look at nacho and placed his hands on his hips as he shoved the underwear into the pervert's mouth. “Geez nachito, I wish I’d thought of that one”

Daniel continued to sob, and Nacho took a few steps back to marvel at how lalo had expertly painted this gringo black and blue all over. The guy reminded him of a lump of squeezed playdough. It was like something you’d see at the end of a boxing match or during a zombie apocalypse.

“Okay, well, toss me the pliers… if he won’t talk I guess we’ll just have to go digging for answers,” the taller of the pair sighs, heavily, and holds out a hand. Nacho is quick to deliver the pliers, the ones that he is all too familiar with. They were the same pair he’d threatened that lawyer with. Saul Goodman. “As much as I admire your craftsmanship, we’re gonna have to take these babies out” he's talking to nacho directly as he fishes the panties out from daniels mouth. He wriggles around violently, whipping his shoulders and head from side to side. The job proves harder than he’d initially anticipated, so Ignacio walks over and pries his mouth open with his bare hands. There’s resistance for a moment, but he stops resisting- stops whining ‘no’ - after a few seconds.

Lalo thanks his friend, and shuffles closer- to get a better look. He pokes around a little with the pliers- singing to himself in Spanish- before deciding on a molar, one at the back that he’d definitely miss.

“WAIH WAIH OHAY OHAY!!” he sobbed uncontrollably and wailed as lalo began to pull the tooth out from its gum. God his breath stunk.

“I HID IT i fuhin did ih ohay?!?! I loh err!”

Lalo motions for Ignacio to let go of his mouth, so he can understand what the guy was saying.

“Go on”

“I did it! Okay, I love her- i- just please let me go! I’ll do anything please!”

Ignacio walks to his side and shoves his hands in his pockets. Lalo looks up at him, and then back at Daniel. Lalo inches closer once again, and takes him by the nape of his neck- to steady him as he rockets a fist into his gut again. Winding him.

“The only reason I’m keeping you alive, Daniel, is because I think if I downright killed you, she’d notice… you have a family right? that care about you?”

Daniel nodded twice, and Lalo tries to hide the smile tugging at his lips. If only his familia knew what he got up to on his days off.

“Well, if I find out - and I will find out - if you’ve called her up or visited her home, I will put a bullet right through your thick skull.” there's no lilt in his tone as he stares blankly at the man before him. The elephant man. “And if you go to the police, or tell anyone what happened here, I will kill your mother, I will kill your father and I kill your little sister,” he stops, and Nacho's eyes widen momentarily. “What was her name again? Lilly? Such a beautiful name... I wonder what Lilly would think of you now, or how the name Lilly would look on a gravestone”

The elephant man is panting and shaking his head violently like a caged animal. “No no no you can’t- You won’t!”

“But i will!” Lalo chuckles and shakes his head- as though to mock Daniel’s struggle.

“I think I’ve made myself pretty clear, no?”

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