hey! i took this moment to combine this ask with another one i got about fem!lawyer x lalo. so here you go! this was written with my friend too since i have a hard time doing fem! stuff :)
•He will intentionally get arrested for stupid shit just to request that you be his lawyer
•He'll be in the interrogation room, handcuffed, slouching in his chair, and immediately prop up when you come in exasperated. Gives you the most malevolent bedroom eyes and shit-eating grin you've ever seen the entire time
•When you plop your briefcase and files on the table, Lalo is already leaned halfway over it looking at you. Albeit, smiling a bit more innocently this time
•He whistles when you walk by, the mad man
•Calls you Ms. and councler, teasing names like that
•Easily gets hypnotized by the clicking of your heels
•Lalo definitely shows up to your house unannounced at night, you have to semi-playfully threaten to file a restraining order against him to get him to leave
•He likes thinking of himself as your "guilty pleasure."
•Doesn't mind if you keep him a secret from your normal life: In fact, he prefers it that way. He likes knowing that he can love you so and have nobody else know about it
•He'll cup your hips, pull you closer, and talk into your ear about how well you defend him, get him out of trouble, maybe even how "you're not as clean-cut as you thought you were."
I perhaps need a pick me up so could I get a little Nacho and Lalo dealing with a reader that doesn't eat enough for their own good and it's dragging them down 👉👈
the way i jumped up when i saw this request because hurt/comfort yes always. also, as someone with bad eating habits/who forgets to eat, this is too real.
you could feel the grueling headache from behind your eyes, slithering its way around your skull. you were so incredibly uncomfortable, but you didn’t know what to say to either of them. you didn’t want to say a word. so you were fine just hugging yourself in lalo’s backseat, running your hands up and down your arms in an attempt to distract yourself.
lalo was humming a quiet tune, sometimes glancing over at nacho, who was biting his lip and staring out into the window. deep in thought. you guys hadn’t been working together a long time, and you were still finding out how you all connect best. such different people it was hard to place how to get shit done. lalo, the ever so charming individual, tried to make this trio work as much as he could. it was starting to grow, not by much though.
the awkward tension still lingered at times, the fidgeting, the clumsiness, all of it was definitely still there. so you sat in the backseat, your familiar trembling leg being what you could only consider a nuisance. you just pressed your head against the window, trying to curl your body in an attempt to find heat. it was cold outside, yet lalo of course found it “comfortable.”
“conejito, we’re heading to el michoacáno. hungry?” lalo asked, glancing at you through the rear view mirror with an impish grin.
“i’m okay, lalo. really, can you just drop me off home?” you said, littered with faux happiness, unsure if he was going to choose to obey your demands or not today.
“wow, i thought you were home already.” lalo pursed his lips, mustering up a giggle. “you know… home IS where the heart is.” he said, drawing out the last s in is.
when you and nacho didn’t laugh with him, he backed off, rolling his eyes. you were sure you heard him mumble something about how the two of you were no fun.
nacho definitely noticed your.. lacking posture, shaking leg, and dull eyes. he was the most observant out of the three of you. he could just tell something was off. he didn’t want to say anything, maybe it was just the winter air taking its toll. he looked at lalo when he reached a stop light, coughing so lalo would look at him. he glanced back at you, tilting his head. it was like some odd, secret language they’d formed. lalo just nodded, running a hand under his chin.
you decided to rest your eyes, yet of course the next time you opened them, you were headfirst into eye contact with none other than lalo, who has holding your car door open. his other hand was grandiosely signaling to the restaurant in front of you. you crossed your arms, giving the man a nasty stare. his smile didn’t falter, not even once. he knew you at this point.
“i know you want to go home, but come on.” he spouted, so loud it practically made you jump. “just trust me?” he shrugged, motioning with his hand to el michoacáno in front of you.
when you didn’t budge, he just tilted his head down and kept staring, teasingly, like he knew you couldn’t take the heat. when you groaned and unraveled your arms, timidly stepping out of his car, you were met with a strong hand patting you on the back.
“see, my friend! i told you.” he laughed, hand guiding you inside.
inside, you sat in a booth, across from nacho. lalo was in the kitchen doing god knows what, and of course one of his favorite songs was playing so he had to make a performance. you played with the joints on your fingers, pressing them together to see the skin pull apart. anything to avoid awkwardness with the man in front of you.
he had this look in his eyes, a shimmer you hadn’t seen before. his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes wide as he stared at you with two hands under his chin.
“you okay?” it was quiet, simple.
“me?” you asked, awkwardly laughing. “yeah, no- i’m fine. perfect.” you put a hand on your neck, massaging the flesh.
“you shouldn’t lie, you know.” he teased, small smiles etching their way onto both of your faces.
after the wholesome exchange, you heard a loud sizzling making its way closer and closer to you. before you knew it, you were met with some of the most gorgeous steak tacos you’d ever seen.
“family recipe.” lalo smiled, wrapping a towel over his shoulder and putting the tacos in front of you, fingers twinkling as he sat them down, sliding in beside nacho.
he also laid out beers for the three of you, elbowing nacho the slightest bit.
lalo popped open his beer, elbow on the table as he started to drink. “you know, no somos estúpidos.” he started, giggling as your eyes widened.
“what-“ nacho started, lalo and nacho now in a staring match at the cut off. “-he’s trying to say-“ still staring at each other. finally, he glanced back at you. “is that we do notice when a colleague is-“
“down in the dumps! ai yai yai! i haven’t seen you this depressed in a minute, god!” lalo said, pointing at your exasperated face.
“so i decided,” he continued, laying his chin on the palm of his hand. “you need some energy. some fuel, eh?” he pointed at the tacos presented neatly in front of you, reaching over to open your beer.
you rubbed your palms over your eyes, ignoring the heat finding its way into your body, heart seemingly stopping at the kind gesture. you mustered up a smile.
“that’s sweet, guys.” you said, genuine smile forcing its way onto your face as you saw lalo tilt his head, wanting you to say more. “thank you, lalo, for these show stopping, jaw dropping, gorgeous steak tacos.
nacho put out his beer, making a toast. “to heightened energy, to fuel.” “-so we can kick ass!” lalo interrupted.
you simply laughed, listening for the clink as the bottles pressed together. you took a sip, but you still hadn’t eaten. lalo and nacho were eyeballing you, waiting for you to respond.
“okay guys, i appreciate this but you are freaking me out with your staring.” you said, watching as both of their eyes softened, only softening more as you took a bite.
“holy shit.” was all you could muster at the explosion of flavor in your mouth, holding a fist in front of lalo for a first bump. he returned the gesture, throwing you a wink.
the three of your stayed there until the late hours of the night, warmth radiating off of all of you in different ways. there was a glimmer in your eyes like they’d never seen, a genuine smile on nacho’s face, and a look of endearment in lalo’s eyes for the two of you. no matter how long it took for you to finish, they stuck by you through all of it, conversing about the most random things like, “would you rather work at los pollos hermanos or die?”
“die.”
“yeah, die.”
when you were finally brought home, nacho walked you up to your door, shoving a couple gas station snacks into your arms. you opened your mouth, and he pressed into your shoulder blade.
“don’t fight with me on this.” his expression was stern but still loving, unlocking your door for you and standing against the doorframe as you pressed the food down.
his arms were crossed, just smiling at you. you walked back up to the door, waving goodbye to a wide-smiling lalo in the driver’s seat. finally, you turned you gaze to nacho, who stepped in front of the door so lalo couldn’t see.
he held his hand out in front of you and instinctively you grabbed it, face contorting into confusion. his palm pressed into yours, thumb rubbing over your skin. his hands were warm, and once he felt how cold yours were he grabbed both of yours and held them together with both of his.
“just-“ he looked down at his feet. “take care of yourself, okay?” he squeezed your hands.
“yeah, okay.” you smiled up at him, squeezing back. “goodnight nacho.”
i wish all my beloved followers and mutuals a very “you find a fic that has the exact premise and characterization you’ve always wanted to see but never had the energy to write yourself and it’s really good and just as long as you want to read”
yes my favorite type of fanfiction consists of characters getting tenderly cared for and comforted after a lifetime of being forced to suffer alone in silence, no this doesn't say anything about me
I think people misunderstand "x fell first, y fell harder " trope because it's not about like the one who fell harder loves the other person harder. It's just that the one who fell first falls in a graceful way, one step at the time, maybe gradually over a span of time. The one who fell harder smashes trough the air, there's blood everywhere, everything is fine-
Lalo fluff, you’re introverted and he’s extroverted
- You would be denying if the first time Lalo approached you you werent both scared and attracted to him
- The first dates were a bit awkward as he would do most of the talking as you listened with open ears
- Lalo who wouldn’t mind this as he usually is the talker in most situations ie. him and nacho 💀
- Lalo would find you very cute and hard to read in the beginning
- Lalo who would ask you to be his girlfriend one day while you were out grocery shopping as if he hadn’t been staying over at your house when he’d be in town (you were basically dating already 😭)
- It wouldn’t be until later when you’d get more comfortable that he’d start to peel the layers of who you are
- Lalo who would fall more in love with you the more you let him into your life
- Lalo who knew you’d be too shy when you’d go out to eat to complain about the order being wrong and him turning into the “she asked for no pickles” meme 🥲
- Lalo who would talk your ear off as you happily sat there listening to him and laughing at his crazy antics/stories
- Lalo who is a talker but would also know to read your body langue that he knows now when you’d just want to sit in quiet
- Lalo who never knew he’d be comfortable and happy sitting in silence while eating
- Lalo who also realized that he missed your company when you weren’t in the passenger seat of his car
- Lalo who would surprise himself in being super clingy
- Literally imagine those cute clingy cats, that’s him 🥹
- Lalo who would love to take pictures of you without you noticing so he can look at them later when he’d be gone
- Lalo who would love when you’d leave little notes in his car for him to find since you aren’t really open to tell him how you feel
- When you’d finally tell him you “love him” he would be over the moon
- Lalo barely sleeps at night but that night he’s definitely stay up rerunning the day
the pickle headcannon is so real lmao. as a quiet person i resonate with this so much 😫 love my yapper man 🫶🏼🫶🏼 thank you cherry for feeding us with this good food 😌🙏🏼
this literally took me ALL DAY. however, if you click this link you’ll have access to the whole interview with english subtitles and the whole photoshoot as well.
i noticed how heavily breaking bad's animal symbolism was with the metaphors that jesse was like a dog/treated as such. what about nacho? does he also have dog symbolism because of what gus said or does it start and end there? and what about lalo, is he a wolf or is that way too obvious?
Yes, the dog motif is used to tie Nacho thematically to Jesse "Problem Dog" Pinkman. His earring also ties him to snakes, who are symbolic of deceit.
And I am excited to inform you that Lalo is actually a cat! His brand of playful cruelty is very cat-like, plus:
HI SERA first time caller long time listener. I must know.... When do you think the last time was that Lalo cried? If he ever has (outside of infancy) lol
Thank you for this beautiful ask!
I was actually thinking about Lalo's emotions the other day because I'm always thinking about him. I've said in the past that Lalo's emotional pool is a little shallow, and I think that's true for the most part. But the man still obviously has feelings! In his own words,
This line is not only peak comedy, but it says something pretty interesting about how Lalo sees himself. We see him as a cold-blooded killer, but he sees himself as an emotional, sensitive person. (I mean, I don't think he's right about that, but that's how he feels.)
Obviously the cartel is steeped in toxic masculinity, so I'm sure Lalo internalized that boys don't cry. But at the same time, Lalo does not seem particularly repressed. With Gus, for example, you can sense how much he's holding back under his cool exterior because he is so preternaturally composed, but I never get the impression that Lalo's really holding anything back, or that he feels like he needs to. If he felt like crying, I think he would. The urge doesn't come to him very often, although I like the idea that he loves sappy movies, or maybe music moves him to tears.
So do I think it's possible that, after having killed the nice couple he genuinely did not want to kill and dragged his double's corpse back with him, laying it with the bodies of Yolanda and Ciro and the others in the smoldering ashes of his beloved home, which was set aflame by the only non-Salamanca he ever trusted, he took a few moments to have himself a little cry? Yes, I do. I actually think it's pretty likely.
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