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Nacho stares at Lalo’s outstretched hand: the hanging brown blunt, red hot tip smoking in the desert wind. He hesitates, then meets Lalo’s eyes, searching for the angle; for what he’s expected to do here.
Lalo’s arm wilts slightly. “You’re off the clock, ok?”
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17 Mar 2026
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“Take me home.” Lalo says without opening his eyes. It’s strange, being able to look at Lalo without being looked at, without being caught.
Nacho drums his fingers on the wheel. “The safe house?”
“Your home, Ignacio. I need your big ridiculous bed. And your shower. With all the jets.”
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16 Mar 2026
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Lalo and Nacho Make a Porno by LoadedNachos (RichtofenMyDicktofen)
Fandoms: Better Call Saul (TV)
23 Apr 2024
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Lalo and Nacho's life as roommates isn't exactly charmed. They both have dead-end jobs, working to keep a shitty roof over their heads. When their water gets shut off, Lalo comes up with a brilliant idea: porn stars make lots of money, right?
With the help of some friends (and "friends"), they set out to start an adult film empire the likes of which Albuquerque has never seen.
Or maybe just a few bad videos. Whatever pays the bills.
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16 Mar 2026
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i've got this thing that i consider my only art by drphil
Fandoms: Better Call Saul (TV), Breaking Bad
14 May 2020
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“And…?” Jimmy hears himself say.
“And what?”
He closes his eyes, and leaves them that way. They’re never going to address it again. It didn’t matter. Of course not, why would it matter to Mike? He was just getting his job done. All a part of the road traveled.
Fine.
He must look so goddamn pathetic, because he says in one final last-ditch effort: “I can’t believe there’s over a billion people on the planet, and the only person I have to talk about this to is you.”
sequel to bagman sleazyBookmarked by oawelefa
16 Mar 2026
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Jimmy's hands settle on Mike’s shoulders, rooted in his lap. Mike’s warm. Nothing comes into focus, still, but the lack of movement beneath him grounds him somehow. His toes dig into the loose desert sand, solidifying it. He feels Mike’s bored eyes locked on him, his only protest, and opens his mouth to say something prophetic, but his voice is gone.
“That isn’t gonna work,” Mike says.
Now with a sequel: i've got this thing that i consider my only artBookmarked by oawelefa
16 Mar 2026