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80pairsofcrocs · 2 years

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baby scarab || 29

anon - reader giving steven little pats? he deserves them 😌💕 doing late night legos with him? LETTING HIM HOLD ONE OF THE PLUSHIES WHILE THEY TAKE A NAP TOGETHER?? 😩😩😩

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anon - Hey!! By any chance do you think you could have the boys comforting reader with a stomach migrane(basically really bad stomach pain that nothing really helps it and often can throw up wether from pain or just nausea) I have one and its prob gonna last a few days lol T-T

Feel free to deny or ignore this, no pressure what do ever!! :D

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anon - Love your baby scarab series!! Idk if Y/N gets sick anymore bc of the spider bite but it would be fun to imagine the boys freaking out when Y/N has a fever and is delirious lol

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A/N : funky time

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : busy busy chapter. never be afraid to leave requests!! and dont worry if you dont see yours for a while, if i havent answered it, that means im working on it.

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

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pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), language, spidey stuff, sickness, mentions of violence. let me know if i missed anything

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you and steven were cleaning up from dinner, you and the guys haven’t talked more about why you distanced yourself for a couple days.

and like everyone has said, they understood.

you were drying the dishes while steven washed them.

“so what’s in the bag?” marc asks you, and you turn to face him in the window.

“just something i picked up” you respond, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden.

“it’s dumb so don’t worry about it” you say quickly and set a now dry plate down to reach over to the next one.

“i’m sure it’s not” marc starts. “but you don’t have to show us if you don’t want to” he finishes and you smile to yourself.

it’s quiet for about a minute until jake speaks up. “so are you dating ese niño?” he asks and you cringe.

“no- maybe- i don’t know” you stutter, and jake chuckles.

“but you want to”

you don’t say anything, while you angrily dry the dishes.

“stop making that face, he’s just being a dick” marc tells you and you chuckle.

“still a hypocrite” you respond, earning a scoff from marc.

~~~

after finishing the dishes, you and steven were on the couch watching your favorite show while he asked you what was happening every five seconds.

it amazed you how dumb he could be sometimes.

only with non boomer things though, he was really smart otherwise.

you all had been so engaged in just watching tv, that you didn’t even notice khonshu perched on the top of the couch also watching.

you suddenly felt light headed, and sat up completely compared to being leaned up against steven, him looking to you in worry.

“you alright?” he asks, marc and jake suddenly focusing on you too.

“yeah.. i just feel weird all of a sudden” you say, and you take a few deep breaths before getting the chills.

you shiver and steven sits up properly so that he could try and figure out what was wrong.

“my head feels weird” you mutter, steven getting up to get you some medicine.

“i’ll be right back” he tells you right before he leaves.

you just feel out of place right now, for some reason.

like your body is trying to decide wether you’re sick or not.

you feel kind of sick, but not sick at all at the same time, frankly it was confusing.

steven came back with medicine and a thermometer, while you just stared at him with squinted eyes.

“why’s it so bright in here?“ you ask him, your own voice sounding loud in your ears.

“it’s.. not?” he starts, handing you the thermometer.

“under your tongue” he reminds you and you stick it in your mouth, under your tongue like steven told you.

you both waited for a couple minutes before you got bored and yanked it out of your mouth, seeing your temperature to be 104.7.

“oh shit i’m dead” you go completely limp, falling onto steven.

“wait wait wait- what?” he asks confused, taking the thermometer from you and panicking once he saw it.

“holy mother of god, are you okay?” he feels your head, it being way hotter than usual.

“fuck” he mutters and you gasp dramatically, sitting back up.

“steven said a no no word” you look to marc and jake who were eyeing you weirdly.

“guys- did you hear it?” you ask both of them and they nod with small smiles.

“yeah.. we heard it” marc mumbles and you start laughing.

“what just happened? did she take drugs?” steven asks, looking at your eyes for any sign of drug use.

“no, we would’ve noticed sooner” jake says.

“maybe it’s the spider bite” khonshu pipes up, making everyone look to him.

“it would make sense that it would protect her from sickness” he starts. “but she would still feel tired” he elaborates and steven nods.

“that makes sense, yeah?” he asks jake and marc, who both shrug.

you were still sitting up, squinting at the ceiling. “do you think khonshu has ever pecked somebody’s eyes out?” you ask steven, turning to face him.

“like in the birds?” you clarify and he looks at khonshu who was nodding.

“no- no he hasn’t” he shakes his head.

khonshu bangs his stick on the ground out of anger while you reach your hand out for the medicine steven brought you.

he opens the bottle and puts two pills in your hand, and shoves a bottle of water into your lap.

you scoff and open the water, sticking the pills in your mouth and swallowing them.

“i feel like i got hit by a car again” you mutter, steven looking to you in a panic.

“wait- again?!” he asks, and you nod, lifting up your shirt do that you could show him where the bruises were- since they were already healed.

“i got hit righttttt, here” you point to your ribs and put your shirt back down, ignoring the look that marc was giving you.

“and when was this?” marc says in his interrogator voice.

“ay ay ay..” jake shakes his head.

“it was when i stopped the robbers” you tell him excitedly.

“they reversed their car and then i got hit. nobody got it on camera though” you sigh disappointedly.

“good thing they didn’t otherwise you guys would’ve found out” you sigh.

the three of them just stare at you like you’re crazy.

“okay- but how did you not get some kind of infection?” marc asks and you hum in thought.

“my guy in the chair” you answer, earning a groan from marc.

“and who is your guy in the chair?”

“casper”

“of fucking course it’s casper”

“hey- everybody just chill the ‘f’ out” steven starts. “she’s fine now, just clearly not right in the head at the moment”

“i’m never right in the head” you glare at the floor.

“yes you are” steven says quickly and you smile to yourself.

“it’s almost just like she was when she was sick last time, we can handle it” steven says.

“but this time we have to make sure that khonshu doesn’t tell her she’s going to lay eggs” marc scoffs.

“yeah, she woke up later that night crying because she was seriously convinced she was going to lay eggs” steven replies, marc nodding along.

“i’m not fucking stupid, i know i don’t lay eggs” you speak up, and steven gives you a look.

“watch your language” steven murmurs, but you still hear it.

you just smile innocently at him and take a breath.

“shh” you shush him, and he scoffs. “you’re so loud” you cover your ears.

“do you think her abilities are acting up?” steven asks marc and jake.

“probably” “si” they both answer at the same time.

“y/n, darling” steven starts. “how can i help you?” he says in a quiet voice, as to not hurt you further.

you still heard him perfectly even though your hands are covering your ears.

“do i still have pop tarts here?” you ask and steven nods.

“can you please get some?” you ask again an get another nod.

steven gets up to get you pop tarts while your hearing calms down, not expecting what was next.

you sniff and smell marshmallows as steven gets back.

“thank you- and do you happen to have marshmallows here?” you question and steven shakes his head.

“i can smell marshmallows” you clarify, and marc makes a face.

“what? but we don’t even have any marshmallows here” he tells you and you shake your head.

“i know but they’re coming from-“ you look to khonshu.

“i knew you ate them” you tell the tall bird, and he shrugs.

“no i didn’t” he denies it and you wave him off.

“dude you literally smell like them” you start. “and that’s a compliment because you usually smell like a corpse” you chuckle to yourself while marc laughs at the insult.

“shut it, tiny spector” he grits out at you and you just laugh harder.

“yo, i can smell sand too” you notice and you see all three of the guys giving you weird looks.

“you can actually smell sand?” marc asks and you nod.

“there’s probably still some under the worms bed” jake suggests and steven scoffs.

you sit there for a minute while your sense of smell goes back down to its new normal, wonders which sense would be heightened next.

you rip open your bag of pop tarts, almost sending them flying across the room.

“god damnit” you mutter, steven chuckling at you.

“i will hit you” you threaten, angrily eating the pop tart.

“ooh so scary” marc says from the mirror on the coffee table.

you glare at him and flip him off before rolling your eyes.

“what would you like for supper tonight?” steven changes the subject.

you think about it for a second while chewing on your pop tart.

“‘m not hungry” you say, while taking another bite of your snack.

“you are literally eating a pop tart right now” marc points out and you shake your head.

“but after that im not hungry” you say.

“well, dinner is in a few hours so what do you want” jake cuts in and you hum in thought again.

“i know what she wants” jake says with a small smirk.

you look at him curiously as marc gives him a warning look.

“she wants casper, isn’t it obvious?” he chuckles and you gasp dramatically.

“why are you like this?” you ask, and jake snickers at you.

“you’re too easy”

“am not”

“are too”

“no-“

“you both need to shut up” marc says, and you glare and jake, to which he glares right back.

you just huff and look away from everyone, closing your eyes while you chew on your pop tart.

“why do you think nobody adopted me?” you ask suddenly, surprising even yourself with the sudden question.

“i mean i was in foster homes almost all my life, so how come nobody wanted me?” you expand the question.

“maybe they knew that we’d want you” marc speaks up, surprising you.

“they were idiots, but we’re glad you didn’t get adopted. if that sounds right, you know what i mean” he explains further and you snort.

“i didn’t think i was that bad as a kid” you tell them.

“you’re still a kid” marc reminds you and you scoff.

“am not”

“are too”

“am not”

“are too-“

“shut up, knobhead” steven directs it at marc and you chuckle.

“yeah shut up” you add on.

“you too, y/n” steven adds even further and you make a face.

you lean back into the couch and pull your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of one of them.

“are you cold?” steven asks and you nod, feeling him get up off the couch and shuffle stuff around in his closet.

you bring your head up when stevens back with one of his barely used sweaters in his arms.

“would you like to use this?” he asks and you nod, making grabby hands towards it.

steven chuckles and tosses it onto you, so that completely passed your hands and lands on your head.

you yank it off you and pat down your hair, it being a bit static-y.

steven comes and sits back down next to you, while you slide the sweater over your head.

once it was completely on, you leaned to the side so that your head was on stevens shoulder.

“is the medicine helping?” he asks you and you nod.

“that’s good” he says to himself. “are you tired?” another nod.

“get back to sleep, kid” marc speaks up, and you nod again tiredly, letting steven move you so that your laying your head in his lap.

marc and jake just observe as steven runs his fingers lightly through your hair, while you work on trying to fall asleep.

which happens pretty quick because of the medicine and the calming sensation of steven playing with your hair.

you were also very comfortable at the moment. stevens sweater was fairly large compared to your own, which was comforting since it felt like they were all just hugging you as you lay there.

“i’m glad she’s back” jake says almost right after you were asleep.

he could tell you were asleep by the way your breathing slowed and you unconsciously leaned deeper into steven, and also clutching his sweater in your hands.

“yeah, we are too” marc speaks for himself and steven.

~~~

steven didn’t mind letting you sleep on him for the hour that you did.

he found it calming after you’d been away for a while.

you eventually stirred awake, right around the time steven would make dinner.

although the three had switched a couple times to be closer to you, steven ended up being the one fronting when you woke up.

“feel better?” jake asks and you groggily nod as you sit up, now leaning against stevens arm.

he chuckles and taps your shoulder the best he can.

“you have to get up darling, i have to make supper” he tells you and you nod, sitting up completely and taking in a few deep breaths.

“i’ve decided that i’ll just make your favorite for you. as a ‘welcome back’” you both chuckle at his statement.

“if you want, you can set the table when you wake up completely” he tells you and you nod, and stretch as he gets up and goes to the kitchen.

~~~

you did end up setting the table, after you completely woke up of course.

you were both eating dinner now, just chatting about whatever.

“so who kissed first, you or casper?” steven asks calmly and you almost choke on your food.

“i’m not answering that” you say, taking a sip of your juice that steven had for you in his fridge.

“aw come on” he teases. “it’s cute”

“no it’s not” you cough, trying to get him to drop it.

“okay fine” he says and you let out a sigh of relief.

“thank god” you hear marc groan, making you chuckle.

“why do you even want to know so bad?” you ask out of genuine curiosity.

“because he’s a lip virgin, so he’s curious about what it’s like” marc answers for him and steven gives him an offended look.

“hey- i’m not.. i’m not a lip virgin” he cringes while you try your best to ignore both of them.

“yes you are”

steven stays quiet after that, deciding not to fuel the fire.

you’re surprised you hadn’t lost your appetite.

~~~

the night went by fast, you and steven cleaned up and now you were on the verge of passing out again, this time scrolling on tik tok while laying with steven in the bed.

“if you’re tired, you should turn that off” he advises and you reluctantly do as he said, tossing the phone to the ceiling and sticking it there with webs.

“don’t worry, it won’t fall” you say tiredly, while steven eyes it wearily.

“if you say so” he mutters, bringing you closer to him.

you wrap an arm around stevens chest, while your head rested in between his chin and his collarbone, and it was still comfortable for both of you.

“goodnight, kid” marc says and you just hum, already almost asleep again.

the three guys just engage in quiet conversation as well, until they all got tired too.

it was almost 11 when you fell asleep, and almost 12 when they did.

and you all stayed asleep, right?

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wrong.

you woke up at two in the morning because you were bored.

well, that and your stomach hurt really bad. like someone was stabbing you.

you looked at web md on stevens phone and diagnosed yourself with stomach cramps.

so you carefully peeled yourself off steven to go get your bag that was discarded on the floor.

you reached into it and grabbed the legos you bought, the original purpose being a peace offering.

but now you were bored and awake so why not just build it on the coffee table.

and it would’ve all gone according to plan if steven hadn’t woken up.

“what on gods green earth are you doing?” he asks quietly, yet you still jump.

you stare at him for a second. “legos” is what you answer with and steven sits next you on the floor.

you were in a special position on the floor, for it made the nausea go away.

he picks up the box, and squints at the words to read it correctly.

“death star, huh?” he asks and you nod.

“3,803 pieces” you smile at him while he smiles back and gets up to get his glasses.

you know, because he’s a senior citizen.

he sits back down next to you, and you slide over the instructions, which were already about a third of the way done, so that he could see them.

“how’d you get this done so fast- how long have you been up?” he asks concerned.

you sheepishly smile at him and click more pieces into place.

“like a half hour” you say and he gives you a look from over the edge of his glasses.

“you need sleep” he tells you.

“so do you, grandpa” you deadpan and he smacks you in the arm lightly.

“what happened to you calling us ‘dad’?” he asks and you stop building the legos for a moment.

you don’t answer and just keep building them.

“don’t be embarrassed” steven continues and you sigh.

“i just.. i do see you guys as.. as my dads but it just- i’m not ready yet” you explain the best you can.

“that’s alright” steven assures you and you smile.

“you said ‘yet’, so that’s all that matters” he chuckles and you so the same.

steven debated on asking you a certain question, but decided against it to give you more time.

you guys built a lego death star until a bit past three in the morning.

you went back to bed after you were done, and slept in of course, but you couldn’t have been happier.

your weird sickness came and went as it pleased, certain abilities dialing up to more than eleven at certain moments.

but it was fine, because you had steven, jake, and marc.

and sometimes khonshu.

your dads and your angry grandpa.

your family.

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junjiie · 4 months

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⊹ . ⠀ for my faves !!! ☆

♡ ⠀ you know who you are be fr.. My Four Faves!!!! (and taeil). i feel like tht shld be a trademarked phrase or sth LMAOO. anw. my gross little msgs for you 🤓 in no particular order i promise 😓 happy new yearr my sillies muah i love you all lots and lots!!!

› ⠀ GO ⠀ ★ ⠀ !

( @wave2love ) ⠀ ✦ ⠀ KARMA 🫧

let’s get this over with i Guess.. THE FIRST!!!! (on this acc anw). my main supporter when i was nothing but a nugu fr. i might start repeating what i said in my christmas msgs so sorry if i do but first. I LOVE YOUUU!!! MY STARMA!!! you are so strange and it’s a chore and a half to find songs you like and you spend way too much money on tiny bits of cardboard that really you could probably just print off and you make fun of me on twitter but i am taking one for the team and shouldering it all because i really do love you a lot 💗 my best friend!!! even if you call me a senior and apparently i have the worst reads ever (still scarred from how i got TORN TO PIECES over assigning you an idol and a song like. your other friends are crazy it was never that serious..) thank you for all the karma updates and the random little asks saying “us” (they really make my day) and reading over or looking at the things i send you and for letting me YAP on and on for two long ass paragraphs with multiple spelling mistakes about plots i am never going to actually follow through with (#RIPROCKET because let’s face it im probably never getting around to it). i still remember our pact and hopefully i’ll actually make a start on it this year. my tyun, my chenle, my ricky, my younger brother. i love you 💗

an us song ♪ ⠀ might b kind of an odd choice.. but it’s one i introduced you to!!! and you put it on your playlist!!! so it’s ours now ^.^

( @mins-fins ) ⠀ ✿ ⠀ ISA 🧸

ISAAA ML 🫶 another one of this accs first iktr.. I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHH i love your fics and your ocs and your brain (eats it) and all the comments you leave on my own stuff and all your asks (that i should really work on reciprocating omg!!! one of my resolutions will be to pop up in your inbox more i promise) and i just want to wrap you in a massive hug and spin you around until we fall over. even if you do make me want to log off permanently and start bawling with some of your angst fics (angst for MARK LEE of all people.. crazy). you are another one of my best friends ever!!! one of my favourites ever!!! you are so soft blanket cuddly teddy bear i want to do something really dumb and cringe with you like lie on a blanket in a park and look at the weird shaped clouds like they do in romcoms 😭 thank you for being one of the best parts of my year!!! you always make my day when we talk even just a little bit. i think you’re like an actual little pill of happiness omg.. i just love you so much. let’s have lots of fun this year too ^.^ isa wisaaa you’re my cinnamoroll jeno!!! and if i had to give us some other duos i think we’re quite haobin and sunkyu too 💗 (i think you’re very hanbin and changmin. for sure).

an us song ♪ ⠀ dream scenario where we’re in a dark room with blinding flashing disco lights and dancing and having fun and this is playing way too loudly in the background. this is our song now deal with it!! i love a bit of kylie omg.. x

( @so2uv @taeiun ) ⠀ ⟡ ⠀ SOL 🪼

i never know when you’re on which acc so i’ll j tag both. ‘become a dreamzen’ BETTER be on your to-do list for this year because so help me god i am going to make it happen. another from-the-start whaaaat!!! (all four of u are idk why i keep saying it like We Know..) I LOVE YOU SO BADDD CHEESECAKE OMG!!! actually so happy we got closer because you’re so cool and funny and amazing and a little Strange and Odd. in a good way. like i want to make you a little jellyfish tank in my heart or brain or chest something so you can live there and i can feed you. jellyfish food (????? boy i don’t know what jellyfish eat). thank you for the song recs and for listening to MY song recs (even if it takes you a while) and listening to my rambling and letting me in on things for fics or your ocs early (it makes me feel so special i fr giggle a little bit like what) and matching pfps w me (#2MIN4L.. we’re just too good) and forgiving me for unfollowing you like twice now 😓 (AN ACCIDENT BOTH TIMES I SWEAR). i love you a lot you’re so silly and fun and i’m glad i met you!!! i hope we talk a lot and have some fun this year too! and longer after that!!! my minho, my hyunjin, my renjun, my 원할 땐 맘껏 뿌려 jalapenos.. muah 💗

an us song ♪ ⠀ no, it’s not pretzel. it should’ve been. but it’s not. this is my favourite onlyoneof song, and i think it sounds a bit like you. so it’s ours now. Wink (ˊᗜˋ*)

( @astrozuya ) ⠀ ✶ ⠀ LUKA 💫

the FIRST first.. raise your hand if you remember heartchikara. and i55ji. and 7irara. ok the last 2 were the same acc but still. SFTOPP i went back and reread the thing i wrote you for your birthday and oh my god 😭 Call the Gay police.. this guy right here 🚨🚨🚔 ahhh but to be fr though i really meant it all :( i love you so baddd it makes my eye twitch and i start like breaking out into nervous giggles and i am at constant risk of exploding. i know we’ve kinda drifted a couple times this year so i am being FOR REAL when i say for 2024 im gonna try and annoy you so hard!!! you’ll be sick to death of me and scream for it to stop!!! but i just won’t!!! maybe not the long ass us otd ones as much (running out of us pictures.. there’s only so many duos i can pull out of my ass) but just. tiny little updates and stuff with songs that gave me a real #LUKAVIBE. thank you for still wanting to talk to me and listening to my song recs and sending me cute little asks and most of all for just. sticking around (๑´ㅂ`๑) it’s us forever loca!!! you are stuck with me i fear.. you’re a cute little rock or sea creature or something and im the barnacle attached to you. Forever. or maybe not if that’s too weird. #SOZ. so yeah. i love you so so soooo much. jjka (???? it was on the fly forgive me) duo 4L! my hyuka, my haechan, my hao, my slime (LMFAOO), and my star ⭐

an us song ♪ ⠀ it’s nothing new because it’s already on your playlist (sorry :<) but i just love it so much. steve lacy fr called me up and asked what i wanted to say to you and then made this song. Not even joking.

TAEIL ⠀ ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

laugh it up #IDGAF. guys he Will see this i am NOT crazy. stop do you wanna know sth funny.. before i started love, love, love he wasn’t even on my bias list 😭 back then it was mark jaehyun & doie LOLL. and then i wanted someone to be like a recurring theme so i chose taeil at random and then. i just fell down a massive rabbit hole. he’s so odd and weird and silly and strange and like genuinely i love him so bad????? he’s my ULT ult like i will never feel this crazy over another kpop guy EVER this is the end of the road for me. he is stuck with me forever (he does not know i exist). plus we’re literally #CONNECTED like my fave sanrio character is badtz-maru and guess who he got in the collab.. Yeah. ik ur all in shock rn. jjaeil is real johnny move over. kinda the worst year to become a mds though like he’s been THROUGH IT this year omg. i hope 2024 goes better for him and he makes a full recovery ^.^ god knows how im gonna cope when he enlists but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. thank you taeil for being my favourite and bringing me comfort, i love you ♡

you all deserve like. the whole world and more. muah 💕 happy new year lomls.. stay safe, maybe get a little drunk (NOT karma. go to bed toddler..), have fun, and i wish you all love and happiness and money and good music and good movies and good food. KISSESSS from ur fave (Me). baii!!!

#now why did i do all that..#Fuck U Guys. I will kill anyone that hurts you btw.#karma if u dont acknowledge this i'll KILL myself i didnt write all that for nothing.

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whatsnewalycat · 2 years

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Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 12: Sleep

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Tags / CW: swearing, cheating/infidelity, smoking, alcohol use, smut, oral sex (V), PIV sex, daddyyyy, dirty talk, lotta lotta fluff, nightmares, rape and murder mention (canon), PTSD, making shit up about Javi’s background, recounting a suicide attempt (towards the end- I marked around where it starts by bolding a line of text that says "You do?" just in case you wanna skip over that)

Chapter Summary: Our heroes have a sleepover (part two)

Notes: Chapter title from "Sleep" by my fave band My Chemical Romance. Early because fuck it idk. Small note: If you notice that I miss a tag/CW/TW, feel free to let me know so I can add it. I know suicide attempts are a pretty hard hitting trigger, which is why I'm notating that one specifically. Thank you for reading, I appreciate you! I'll post next chapter on Sunday 8/31!

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Peña Ranch, Laredo, TX June 24, 1998

Dinner with the Peñas was amazing. The barbacoa was fucking delicious, and Javi brought out what he referred to as the good tequila, which was, in fact, very good. While your body attempted to digest the literal fuck ton of food you ate, you sipped tequila and encouraged Chucho to divulge embarrassing stories about Javi while the three of you sat and bullshitted for hours after eating.

Once the sun set, Chucho went to bed. You and Javi sat on the porch, watching a passing thunderstorm miles away.

The rocking motion you’ve found in the squeaky chair lulls you into a calm. You close your eyes and feel the warm wind graze across your face. There’s a steady roll of thunder growling across the land. You breathe, “I like it out here.”

“Yeah? Do you like the country?”

“I do. It’s peaceful,” you open your eyes and look over at him, “Where would you live if you could live anywhere?”

“You first.”

“Somewhere that has seasons. It feels weird when there’s not snow on Christmas. Or autumn leaves in the fall, all the colors. I miss it,” you cock your head to the side.

“Sounds… cold.”

“You get used to it, mostly. When I was little, my grandma would watch me a lot, and I remember during snowstorms she would always make me and my cousins sauerkraut and dumplings or tater tot hotdish-“

“Tater tot hotdish?” he crinkles his nose in judgment, then lights a cigarette.

“Yes! Don’t knock it til ya try it. It’s classic Minnesota. I’ll make it for you sometime,” you glance at him and attempt winking.

It's pretty twitchy and shouldn't be considered a wink, but thankfully he just shakes his head as he smiles , “Deal. Anyway, snowstorms…”

Your eyes light up as you remember what you were saying, “We’d watch movies and eat warm food and not worry about going anywhere, because it’s not like we could get out of the driveway even if we wanted to. It was cozy and… it felt like home, you know? Comfort and warmth, even though there’s a fucking blizzard out the front door.”

“That sounds nice,” he rumbles, watching you with admiration as you bask in the nostalgia of it all.

Something dawns on you, and you can’t swallow the words before they come out, “That’s how I feel when I’m with you.”

He blows a cloud of blue smoke away from you, then swallows hard as he searches your face. You (unsuccessfully) try to stay calm when your heart starts pounding so loud you can hear it, and you swear you feel the impending doom of his rejection, when he replies with a knowing nod, “Like your favorite blanket when you’re a kid. Safety, warmth, comfort.”

A lump forms in your throat and you breathe, “Exactly.”

The two of you look back off into the distance. A soundwave of thunder reaches the porch, rolling from lightening flitting across the sky like a strobe light.

"I like mountains. I'd live somewhere with mountains and seasons," you tell him finally, answering the initial question, "You?"

"I like that answer. I'm stealing it."

"You can't just steal my answer," you scoff.

"It's done. Stolen," he grins at you and shrugs, "I figure if you're there I'll like it."

Your face heats up as you blush and you roll your eyes bashfully at him, "That's very cute so I'll give you a pass on stealing."

His free hand reaches out to you, and you hold it. You sit there for a while, fingers laced, silent except the squeaking of the rocking chairs, and eventually the grind of a cigarette against an ash tray. You look over and observe him, holding your hand contently, thumb rubbing against your palm, rocking, and watching the storm. There’s this feeling in your body that you’re not used to experiencing. You feel… full. Like if the world ended right now you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here.

Is this happy?

“Today has been the best day I’ve had in years. Maybe since I came to Texas,” you tell him quietly.

Maybe ever. How fucking sad is that?

He turns his head to you, eyebrows drawn together, fingers pressed against his lips.

"Thank you, Javi."

Your eyes flick down to his mouth, then back up to his dark eyes. His eyebrow quirks suggestively, just barely detectable. You bite your bottom lip and pull him towards you into a kiss. It’s an awkward angle and you’re only able to give him a strained peck before he gets up out of the chair and kneels down between your legs.

His hands cup your face, then he presses his mouth against yours. You feel his tongue skirt along your lip and grant him access with a whimper. The noise sets a fire in him, his movements becoming more ravenous. A hand moves to the nape of your neck and grabs a fistful of hair, tilting your head back and exposing your throat. You pant and moan into the night when he starts lapping and sucking at your neck. It feels divine letting him have his way with you.

As if he can read your mind, when you try to run a hand through his hair, he snatches your wrist and holds it down to your lap firmly. An intoxicating shudder runs down to your pussy, making you whimper.

“Can you do something for me, baby?” he whispers into your ear. You’re so hyper sensitive, just his breath against you, blowing across his saliva coating your neck, sends goosebumps across your skin and you bite back a moan.

“Anything you want,” you whisper, looking into his eyes and nodding frantically.

This was, apparently, the correct answer, as it elicits a groan from Javi, eyes gleaming, before he tells you, “I want both your hands on the top rail of the chair.”

You draw your eyebrows together and bite your bottom lip, then blindly feel around the chair above your head. Once you find it, you hold tight.

“Perfect,” he praises you and lays a wet kiss on your neck, sucks gently. You gasp and quiver in response. He chuckles, running a finger from the column of your throat, down into your cleavage, “You’re fucking perfect.”

The statement flips your stomach upside down, and you want him so fucking bad it hurts. Your skin is aching like you’ve been starved for touch. Panting, you beg him, “Touch me, baby, please please I need it. I need you.”

He lets go of your hair and pulls your tank top up until he can tuck it behind your head, leaving you exposed to the night. He groans as he stuffs your tit in his mouth. Each flick of his tongue against your nipple sets your nerves on fire. A moan rips from your throat, “That’s so good daddy- thank you, holy fuck -”

He responds enthusiastically, moving to the other side and moaning as he engulfs you. He’s drunk with lust; Sucking, licking, nibbling, then moving to the other one and repeating you until you’re a flushed, breathless, whimpering fucking disaster. Your chest is covered in his spit, glistening in the dim glow of the porch light.

“Javi, please pleaseplease, daddy-“ you mewl, thrusting against his chest to get any kind of friction on your pussy, who is begging, crying, for attention.

His lips meet yours for a passionate kiss. You meet his gaze as he pulls back and he looks so fucked , it somehow turns you on even more. You’re sure the feeling is mutual, judging by the way his eyes run over your face, then he immediately starts yanking your shorts off.

Despite your squirming, he stops to admire you after tossing your bottoms to the side, “Wow, look at you,” he breathes, splaying his fingers on the top of your thighs, trailing along your goosebumped flesh up to your hips, “You’re so fucking wet for me,” skims his thumbs on either side of your engorged lips, causing you to moan and buck against him. He inhales sharply, “I need you to do something else for me, cariño.”

“I’ll do whatever you want, I'll do anything for you,” you plead. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you fucking need him. He could ask you to murder someone for him, and you would agree to it right now, anything for him to give your cunt the attention it needs.

“Scoot forward, bring your hands to the armrests, and let me help with your feet.” he tells you firmly. The chair creaks as you adjust and bring your ass to the edge of the seat, then your numb forearms flat against the arm rests. He coos, “Perfect, babygirl,” he adjusts your ankles so they wrap around the chair legs, guiding you in a gentle pedagogical fashion, “Ok now just hold on.”

“Wha-“ you start, only to be cut off by your own moan as his tongue delves in between your lips. You melt into a daze when he starts rocking the chair and you move up and down on his flattened tongue. You can’t even form a coherent thought, babbling fractions of words and moaning. He doesn’t increase or decrease the rhythm and speed he’s rocking, just a maddeningly consistent pace as your clit drags against his tongue.

“Javi I- fuck, I-“ the words evaporate and transform into moans as your heart starts pounding and you feel pleasure mounting inside. As much as you want to grab his hair and grind against him until you cum, he asked you so nicely, and you want to be his good girl. So you take a shuddered breath and whimper, keeping your body as he wants it as his tongue tip toes you right up to the very edge, then hurls you into an orgasm that makes you forget your own fucking name. Ecstasy absorbs you and you’re unable to stop yourself from grabbing two fistfuls of his hair so you can press your convulsing cunt against his now frantic tongue. He devours you, lapping up everything he can as he moans.

In an unparalleled smooth move, you slip off the edge of the chair and land on the floor. You groan, “Ow.”

“Are you ok?” he asks, scooping you up against him protectively. Instead of answering, you pull him against you for a kiss, savoring the taste of you in his mouth, on his skin, in his mustache.

“I love when you taste like me, when you smell like me, it’s like- like you’re mine,” you tell him breathlessly.

“I am- I am yours,” he husks, pulling your sweaty, naked body against him, kissing you until your passion is renewed. Which is all of about 3 second after he utters those words. You tug impatiently at his shirt, trying to unbutton it without moving your mouth from his. When you get it, you pull it off of him and move so he can get his pants off. You turn around so your ass is facing him, leaning against the rocking chair. His fingers dig into your waist as he eases his throbbing cock inside you, which isn’t difficult considering how fucking lubricated you are.

A choked sob rips from you as he occupies every single corner of your pussy, then starts thrusting into you hard and fast. Neither of you can formulate words, just feral panting and moaning. The two of you are vibrating on the same frequency, following your instincts doing what feels right. Fuck it feels so right.

Without breaking his pace, he pulls you up so your back is against his chest, holding you there with one hand while the other moves down to your clit and starts rubbing circles around it. The contact draws a guttural moan from your lips as you push back onto him. His breath starts to sound shaky and his movements get a bit more frenzied. The static under your skin starts to grow and grow, a swell so consuming, you’re unable to make a sound or even breathe until the wave breaks. When it does, your whole body convulses and your knees clamp together. A noise you don’t even recognize as your own flies from your mouth. He sputters out a moan as he works through his own mind-shattering orgasm, filling you with his seed.

Panting, his arms slacken and wrap around your belly, and he pulls you with him as he collapses on the wooden flooring of the porch. You lay there together, heaving and wrecked, brains hazy post-orgasm.

“Wh- how did we end up fucking outside again?” you giggle. He giggles, too. It’s not even funny, but you’re both absolutely delirious.

After recovering, you go inside and get ready for bed, stealing glances at each other as you brush your teeth and go through bedtime routines. In the dark of his bedroom, you crawl in next to Javi, settling with your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around you, holding you close. Your fingers write loving words onto his bare skin. You can hear his heart beating underneath your ear, proof that this is real. He kisses your forehead and buries his nose in your hair.

Your eyes have already closed and you’ve started to drift off into the comforting void of sleep when he mumbles, “Goodnight, cariño.”

—

When you wake, it’s still dark. Javi is thrashing around underneath the covers beside you, crying out incoherently. As you roll over to face him, you realize his eyes are closed and he’s having some kind of a nightmare. Small whimpers of no no no leave his lips. You sit up, then give him a few firm pats to his chest, whispering his name.

He doesn’t react, but his head starts shaking back and forth as he mumbles something you can’t understand. You take both hands and shake his shoulders aggressively, then stroke his face with your thumb and call out to him, “Javi, baby, wake up-“

He starts whimpering and mumbling, eyes still closed, so you shake him some more to try coaxing him out of the bad dream, a little louder now, “Javier , I need you to wake up, come on.”

His head starts whipping back and forth as he screams, “No no NO!-“

He’s scaring the shit out of you, so you start lightly slapping his face as you beg him to wake up. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you just want whatever is happening to him in his dream to stop. His eyes snap open, unfocused and disoriented at first, then he registers that you’re hovering over him. He blinks a few times and then pulls you down against him into an embrace.

“Oh thank god,” he gasps. You pull back and look at him, running your fingers through his hair to calm him. There are tears running down his cheeks and he’s trembling, sweating, practically hyperventilating. The state of his composure has completely disintegrated.

You roll onto your back and guide him to nuzzle into your bosom while you embrace him and stroke his hair. He collapses into you and starts sobbing, “We had a daughter… and they took you both,” another sob racks his body, shaking the entire bed, “And they killed you front of me. It was so real.”

The panic in his voice breaks your heart.

We had a daughter

Your head spins. For the first time, you let yourself seriously think about your future with him. It’s a mental block you put in place unconsciously, rerouting your train of thought any time the thought lingered for more than a moment.

But now you let it linger. You imagine living with him, marrying him, having his children. Going to sleep with him every night and waking up next to him every morning. It’s so beautiful, your chest aches. And you imagine if you thought that was being ripped away.

“Oh, baby, that’s so scary,” you croak, trying to hold back tears of your own. As you squeeze him tighter and continue to pet him, he gradually comes back to reality.

Eventually he takes a deep breath, gets out of bed, and leaves the room. He comes back a few minutes later with a full glass of water, offering it to you. A smirk cracks across your lips, amused by his thoughtfulness. You thank him and drink half of it, setting the cup on a side table when you’re done. He sits on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped and gaze fixed on the floor. You crawl across the mattress to wrap your arms and legs around him from behind, laying your head against his back.

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” he tells you as he covers your hand with his.

“Don’t be, it’s fine,” you assure him, planting a kiss on his spine, then ask, “Are you ok?”

He sighs, “Yeah, I think so. It was just… fuck, so real. Like I was there again.”

“In Columbia?”

“Yeah,” he lets go of your hand and moves to lay back down. You adjust yourself accordingly, laying on your side, ushering him under the covers with you. He gets under the blankets and faces you.

There’s a sheen of nightmare sweat on his forehead, his eyes still haunted. He sweeps a piece of hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear, making eye contact with you, “I was seeing this girl in Columbia. Working girl, if you know what I mean. She was a CI for me, tried to get intel from one of the big players in Escobar’s cartel,” he looks away, “And they figured her out. The things they did to her… I’ll never forgive myself.”

Your eyebrows draw together and you ask in a whisper, “Did they kill her?”

“In a way,” he grabs his pack of cigarettes and an ashtray from the side table, offers a smoke to you, you take it, he lights them, “Can’t say the same for the people that did it to her. They’re all dead, I made sure of it.”

You can’t really formulate any words to adequately respond to this, so you take drags off your cigarette until he continues.

“I saw kids die. Some of them my fault. I- fuck… I held a gun to a kid. It all plays over and over in my head sometimes, I can’t get it to stop. Fucking atrocities,” he runs his hand through his hair, mussing it further, then continues hesitantly, eyes glued to the cherry of his cigarette, “After what happened with Helena especially, I knew that getting attached to people was dangerous. I couldn’t do that to someone I care about again. Put them in harm’s way, you know?“

You nod, recalling the snide comments Dan had made about Javi only having sex with “desperate sluts” and sex workers. It makes sense, you suppose, to not form meaningful connections, when you know they could be used in such an insidious way. You both snuff your cigarettes out in the ashtray, so he moves it back to the side table and rolls over on his side facing you again.

“But in my dream- after I first met you- you came with me back to Columbia because you were pregnant. We got married. We named our daughter Rosemary after my mom-“

“- that’s my grandma’s name.” you interject, unable to stop yourself.

He smiles, making your heart skip several beats, “Really?”

You nod, suppressing your own smile, “Sorry, anyway, continue.”

“After Gilberto was arrested, both of you were kidnapped and held hostage by the Cali cartel. When I found you, they slit both your throats in front of me,” he swallows hard and looks at you with the saddest eyes you’ve ever seen, “It was so fucking real… horrible. Fuck .”

“I’m sorry baby,” you whisper, then rub your thumb against his cheek affectionately. You bite the inside of your cheek, then take a deep breath and say softly, “I know what it’s like to have nightmares like that.”

“You do?”

“The ones that feel so real, from the worst time in your life, and you’re living it again? Yeah,” your hands run absentmindedly across his skin as you talk. His hand rests on your waist as he listens intently. When you meet his gaze, he nods, urging you to continue, so you do, “I’m in my bathroom at my dad’s house. I’m… I’m bleeding out on the floor and he won’t stop screaming at me,” a lump rises in your throat, tears burn behind your eyes, “telling me what a fucking failure I am. How ashamed he is to have me as a daughter,” you sniffle, then clear your throat, “I can’t move because I’m so weak. My brothers and my stepmom are in the bathroom watching, but not saying anything.”

“Why are you bleeding?” he asks hesitantly.

“I- I did it to myself,” you choke out, barely a whisper, and pull your trembling hands back to show him the knotted scar tissue on your wrists where they were sewn back together. He holds one of your wrists in a delicate manner, like it’s something fragile, traces the scar with his fingertips, then presses his lips against it. Like his adoration could heal you.

While most people have seen them and averted their eyes, promptly taken steps back as if your insanity were contagious…heard your story and laughed nervously, then tried change the subject… he looked at the scars, which you’ve always seen as hideous reminders of your mental instability, and… he kissed them. As if to say, your scars are beautiful too, because they’re yours.

“It was back when I was 15. I was in a bad place,” you scoff at yourself, “Obviously. Like, I was so depressed I couldn’t feel… anything. For weeks. I visited my mom the weekend before and she tried fist fighting me when she was shit faced, said really nasty things to me. My dad had been making snide comments about how I was acting depressed for attention. And I just didn’t want to do it anymore, you know?”

He nods solemnly, lacing his fingers with yours. Your face contorts with the nostalgic misery that comes with this memory, and you whisper, “My little brother found me. My stepmom held me together the best she could until the ambulance arrived,” your body rattles as you try to suppress a sob, “I just remember him screaming at me. He fucking lost it. Calling me names. Telling me that if I make it I need to get the fuck out of his house. How fucking disappointing I am.”

You gather the courage to look up at Javier, half expecting him to be uncomfortable at the confession. But his nostrils are flared, lips pursed, frown lines defined.

“He didn’t kick me out when I was released from the psych ward. In fact, he didn’t talk about the incident at all. It’s as if it never happened,” you sniffle again, then frown, “Except, my stepmom and brothers have never looked at me the same way. Interacting with me was an obligation. My stepmom used to be closer to me than either of my birth parents. She could barely look at me afterwards. I think… I think she hates me for making her son see me like that.”

“Because that’s what you want to do when someone is suicidal. Ostracize them,” Javi bites off. It’s kind of endearing how visibly furious he’s getting on your behalf.

“Yeah… yeah it sucked a lot.”

It’s quiet for a while. He looks deep in thought as he studies the way your hands fit together so perfectly. You watch his studious expression, content to sit here forever even if he doesn’t say anything else. You’re not expecting anything. Just enjoying his presence.

“I’m glad you stuck around,” he whispers, face softening as he focuses back in the moment, looking up to meet your eyes, stroking your hair.

You nod in response and the corners of your mouth upturn. You expected to feel much more cagey after peeling back this layer of yourself, but instead it brings you comfort. For once in your life, you honestly say out loud, “I’m glad I did, too.”

He kisses your lips and pulls you into his chest. Safety, warmth, comfort.

It crosses your mind that recently you’ve developed another recurring nightmare. The one where you’re tied up and can’t move. Can’t see anything. Entrenched in darkness when you hear floorboards creak. It happens again, closer. Footsteps? Terror grips your heart. Is it someone or something ? When you try to cry out, a thick wad of fabric muffles your screams. You gag on it and struggle to catch your breath as panic crawls across your chest. The creaking stops. It’s so quiet, the only thing you can hear is your own gasping breath.

You shake the thought out of your head, then wipe your wet face on his comforter. Immediately realizing that might be disgusting, you wince, “Sorry for using your duvet as a tissue.”

He chuckles, “It’s fine,” then more seriously, “Do- do you want to talk about it more?”

The thought makes your stomach churn, and you frown, “No. I’d rather cuddle with you.”

He nods and yawns, then the two of you move around until you settle into big spoon (Javi) and little spoon (you). In the haze of looming sleep, you take a deep breath and think out loud, “I like the name Rosemary.”

“I do, too.”

The closeness of his skin against yours, holding you securely, makes your entire body radiate with ease until you drift back to sleep.

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Begging for a part two of Prof Graves x Rudy

Idk if I want them to end up together or AleRudy. Really making me suffer here man

Why choose? I think both will be the endgame, here. Here's a Playlist for It

Rodolfo woke up, frowning as he realized he was in a bed and not on the floor. He recognized the interior of Graves’ office and sat up, looking around. He appeared to be on some sort of pull out couch, though it was shockingly comfy.

He noticed Graves was a small distance from him, his back turned. He appeared to be on the phone and he was just wearing boxers, leaned over his desk and looking at something.

Rodolfo blushed, realizing he was still undressed, and he sat up more, keeping himself covered with the sheet before standing and wrapping it around himself, going over to Graves as he saw him hang up the phone and set it down. “The work never ends?”

Graves seemed to jump slightly before turning around and looking at him. He chuckled and shook his head. “No. God, you’re pretty in the morning. It’s not fair. You really do just wake up like that, don’t you?” His hand reached up and then his thumb was swiping under Rodolfo’s eye.

Rodolfo blushed dark red and smiled. “You open your mouth and flattery falls out…” He teased, leaning into the touch.

Graves laughed. “Hard not to when you’re around.” He sighed. “I’d love to spend today with you, but my shipment manager just called and he’s gotten in a bunch of items for this exhibit and…”

“Yeah, I get it.” Rodolfo smiled, not too disappointed. “This probably won’t happen again, right?” He assumed, kind of knowing how the whole student and professor thing went.

Graves frowned. “If you don’t want it to, I suppose… But, I’d very much like it to.”

Rodolfo blinked, surprised, then he found himself melting. “I’ll… I’ll think about it,” he promised.

“Good.” Graves nodded and then leaned forward, kissing his forehead. “I’ll take you back to campus once you get dressed.”

Rodolfo nodded and smiled. “Okay.” He turned and went back to the bed, finding his clothes neatly folded nearby. He liked that they smelled like Graves as he pulled them on, blushing when he glanced back at times to see Graves was watching him.

When he was finally dressed and his shoes were on, he turned back to Graves and hummed. “Alright, I think I’m ready to go.”

“Wonderful.” Graves answered and then gestured for him to follow him out, handing him the paper bag before they left.

They exited the museum and again Graves helped Rodolfo secure his helmet before Rodolfo was climbing onto the motorcycle behind Graves, hugging his waist as Graves took off, driving them back to the campus.

When they got back and slowed to take a term, Rodolfo locked eyes with Soap, who was walking on the sidewalk, likely to the cafe they sometimes went to in the morning. Fuck! He internally cursed, trying hard not to panic.

Maybe Soap didn’t know it was him…

Maybe.

His head was covered by the helmet, after all. Rodolfo would just… not bring it up and pray Soap hadn’t figured out it was him. So, when they parked near Graves' office, he quickly got up, pulled the helmet off, and said bye. “I enjoyed last night. Um… Bye.” He waved and then rushed off before Graves could respond, praying he made it to the cafe before Soap did.

No such luck, though, because as soon as he was getting there, he saw Soap sliding into a seat. So, he quickly rushed over and sat down. “Sorry, I’m late.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Why the hell were you on the back of Professor Graves’ motorcycle??” Soap immediately asked, leaning close and whispering.

Ah. So he had picked up that it was Rodolfo. Rodolfo… considered playing dumb and just lying and saying he didn’t know what Soap was talking about but… he knew Soap was smarter than that. “He was showing me something last night and… time got away from me.” He explained, leaving out that they had slept together. “So, he let me stay on the pullout couch rather than having to fight to get up into the dorm.”

Soap did not look convinced. “Rudy… He’s a player. He’s slept with other students.”

Rodolfo frowned. “Yeah, no, I know that. He was just… Showing me some stuff for the new exhibit.”

“Then what’s that?” Soap deadpanned, pointing at the paperbag which Rodolfo had tried to discreetly tuck by his leg.

“It’s… nothing. It’s just some.. Junk. I thought it was cool and he let me have it.” Rodolfo’s face was a dark shade of red, he could feel it. God, there was no way Soap was going to believe him.

Soap raised an eyebrow and then he swiftly grabbed the bag before Rodolfo could stop him. “Soap, don’t-” Rodolfo tried, but Soap was already pulling out the jewelry box. “Soap…” Rodolfo sighed.

Soap laughed. “Junk, huh?” He shook his head. “I didn’t know a fancy crown was considered junk these days. Makes me insecure about the ‘junk’ I keep around.”

Rodolfo grabbed the box and the bag back. “They were leftover from the exhibit. I look like a Queen in the history book, he thought it was funny and let me have them. God, you’re an asshole.” He muttered and shoved the box back in the bag. “Regardless, even if we were sleeping together, you’re one to talk. Before Ghost picked up off the market, you’d slept with your fair share of professors. I didn’t judge you and I don’t appreciate you judging me.” Rodolfo stood, not wanting to entertain this conversation.

“Rudy, wait-” Soap tried but Rodolfo ignored him, turning and walking right back out.

God, fuck Soap! He had no right to judge Rodolfo!

Rodolfo shook his head and decided to just go find something to do, sure that if he went back to their dorm, he’d find Soap had followed him and he was sure Soap would come up with some bullshit about how he was just trying to look out for Rodolfo and that he was just worried about Rodolfo. No. Fuck that.

Rodolfo took a breath and headed in the direction of the library. When he got there, he grabbed the history book he and Graves had been looking at in his office, glad to find a copy, and he went over to the table, plopping down and starting to look over it.

“Um… hey.”

Rodolfo almost slammed his head against the table, recognizing Alejandro’s voice and his scent of cinnamon honey. He looked up, meeting Alejandro’s eyes. He was surprised to see Alejandro wince and then sit down. “Look, I um… Valeria came and talked to me last night. I was… pretty drunk but she pointed out that I’ve been kind of treating you like shit and she’s right… I’m sorry that I just expect you to bend to my every whim and will, you don’t deserve that.”

Rodolfo froze, in shock. Alejandro was… apologizing to him?? He found himself melting immediately, the warm fuzzy feeling that he kept for Alejandro returning. “Oh…”

“I was thinking, what if you and I went out and hung out tonight? Just the two of us? You know, like old times.” Alejandro asked.

Rodolfo’s heart fluttered. “Yeah, of course…” He answered, maybe a bit too quickly. “I’d love to… Where did you want to go?”

Alejandro appeared to almost perk up. “Really? Awesome. I was thinking a movie? Or maybe an arcade?”

Rodolfo frowned, considering. Well, he wasn’t a big fan of either, but… “Let’s go to the arcade. I haven’t been to one in a while.”

“Awesome! I’ll come by and pick you up, later! Five?” Alejandro was giving him that sweet little half grin he used to always give Rodolfo, and Rodolfo had to resist just melting, nodding that that was fine. “Great! I’ll see you then! Bye, Rudy.” Alejandro leaned over and pat Rodolfo before standing and leaving, again.

Rodolfo let himself melt as Alejandro left, and he shook his head. Hmm, maybe things were finally going in his favor.

Rodolfo took a breath as he looked over himself in the mirror. He really hoped he wasn’t overdressed for the arcade…

Soap was behind him, doing some homework, so he reluctantly turned to him. “What do you think? It’s to see Alejandro.” Rodolfo smiled. He was dressed a bit more feminine, but Alejandro liked feminine. He was wearing tight jeans, a black cami, and a large oversized flannel over it.

Soap looked up and then blinked. “I’ve never seen you dress so… Sexy.”

“I’m not dressing sexy.” Rodolfo rolled his eyes. “I’m just… trying to look nice.” He mumbled and turned back to the mirror, sighing. “Maybe I should change.”

“No, no, definitely do not. Alejandro’s going to see you and he’s not going to have any thought in his mind but getting you into bed.” Soap half grinned, getting up and going over to Rodolfo.

Rodolfo rolled his eyes. “I seriously doubt that.” Even still, he found his face blushing and the idea did seem rather appealing… “I’m not interested in just a hookup,” he mumbled, quietly, after a moment. “I don’t… I don’t want just that.”

Soap met Rodolfo’s eyes in the mirror and then he smiled. “I don’t think it’d just be a hookup.” He promised. “Maybe I should let Ghost knock some sense into Alejandro. They’re best friends and Ghost has been joking about it. I mean, Rudy, have you ever even considered making Alejandro jealous?”

“I don’t like playing games.” Rodolfo mumbled and shook his head, sighing. He hated feeling this way. He felt small and insecure… He started to hug the flannel around himself, flinching when Soap stopped him.

Soap sighed. “Rudy, sometimes, to get an alpha, you have to be willing to play games. It’s built into their hardwire. I’m sure it comes from like caveman days or something. We evolved, they didn’t.” He tapped Rodolfo’s head. “Why do you think I can pull whoever I want?”

“I doubt you could pull whoever.” Rodolfo laughed, shaking his head. No, he actually had no doubt Soap could. “Don’t try to prove me wrong, I don’t think Ghost wants to go to jail.”

Soap laughed as well. “No, he doesn’t. But, Alejandro is just an alpha. Some don’t want to admit it, but all of them like to play games. Sometimes that game is House or… Madonna. Alejandro is just like the rest. You just have to figure out what game you’re playing. Notice how when you didn’t give into what he wanted, he snapped,” Soap snapped his fingers in front of Rodolfo’s face, startling him, “into focus?”

Rodolfo furrowed his brows. “He said Valeria talked to him.”

“That wouldn’t have meant shit if you had gone to the party, though.” Soap retorted and Rodolfo winced, realizing he was right. “So, you need to show Alejandro that you’re not convenient for him anymore. If he wants you, he has to work for it.”

“But what if he doesn’t want me??” Rodolfo turned around to fully face Soap.

Soap raised an eyebrow. “Then do you really want him?”

Rodolfo’s mind almost immediately went to Graves. I’d very much like it to. “No, I guess I wouldn’t…” Rodolfo relaxed and sighed. “Thanks, Soap. What would I do without you?”

“I’m your street smarts, you’re my book smarts. Together, we make a whole idiot.” Soap teased and Rodolfo shoved him, lightly. “Remember, that threesome is always an option.”

“Hmm… Still no.” Rodolfo shook his head, laughing. He perked up when he heard a knock on the door and so he went over to it, looking through the little peephole and relaxing when he saw Alejandro. He opened the door and his mouth went dry as he looked over him.

God, Alejandro was attractive. Black jeans, a black tank top, and then a sheer rose patterned button down that was unbuttoned but tucked in, so Rodolfo could make out the definition in Alejandro’s chest. He was a complete gym rat, too, so there was definitely enough of it to keep Rodolfo’s eyes busy.

“Hey,” Alejandro leaned against the doorway and Rodolfo just had to remark that it wasn’t fair.

Rodolfo shook it off. “Hey,” he smiled and turned, waving bye to Soap, who waved back, before he stepped out, closing the door behind him.

Alejandro’s eyes did travel over Rodolfo before he was turning to walk down the hallway and Rodolfo’s heart fluttered at just the slightest amount of attention. God, he was kind of pathetic. But… His mind thought back to what Soap had said. You just have to figure out what game you’re playing.

Rodolfo knew what Alejandro’s type was. For hookups. Easy. Available. But, Soap was right. As soon as Rodolfo showed even a slight amount of disinterest, he’d come running back. So what game were they playing?

He followed Alejandro down to the parking lot, going to the car. He didn’t like the way Alejandro drove, but.. Well, maybe he didn’t feel like asking to drive that time. Rodolfo blinked, surprised, when Alejandro made it to the car first and opened the passenger door, pausing and gesturing to it.

Rodolfo glanced at Alejandro before smiling to himself and getting in the car, thanking him. Maybe he liked this game…

When Alejandro got in the driver’s side, Rodolfo reached over to turn on the radio, just putting on a random channel before settling back in his seat. “How was the party?” He asked, looking out the window.

Alejandro sighed. “Boring. I missed having my best friend there.”

Rodolfo had to put a decent amount of effort into not pointing out that Alejandro rarely spent time with him at the parties, instead just nodding. “I don’t think I’m going to go to anymore.”

“That is… your choice to make.” Alejandro’s tone sounded restrained and Rodolfo had to resist going “good pup” to tease him. “I would like you to come with me. But, I understand that you don’t find them fun.”

Rodolfo looked at Alejandro, who looked rather focused on the road. He sounded so rehearsed… “I don’t.” He agreed. “I never have.” He bit the inside of his lip and then decided to drop the subject. “Which arcade are we going to?”

“I um… Well, I had a better idea.” Alejandro winced. “I promise you’ll like it. I didn’t even know it was still open but apparently it’s open for a few more weeks and then it should be closing.”

Rodolfo frowned, unsure what it could be. But, he trusted Alejandro. And, hell, if it ended up sucking, he’d just shrug it off. He’d really like to just spend time with Alejandro. “Okay.” He smiled. “I trust you.”

“Good… I’m glad.” Alejandro appeared to relax. “I… I really missed you last night. I really am sorry.”

“Let’s not think about that, right now.” Rodolfo assured, touching Alejandro’s arm. “Let’s just focus on tonight, okay?”

Alejandro looked at him and then visibly relaxed, nodding. “Okay. Yeah.” He smiled and then they both fell into silence the rest of the drive.

When they arrived, Rodolfo was surprised to recognize the beach. More specifically, the boardwalk of the beach. He’d wanted to go the entire summer but Soap never wanted to and neither had Alejandro, and Rodolfo had had no interest in walking around the boardwalk alone.

He blushed, realizing Alejandro must have remembered Rodolfo wanted to as he got out of the car. “The boardwalk?” He asked. “I didn’t know it closed.”

“Apparently it does for the last half of November because it does this like Christmas thing.” Alejandro explained, walking with Rodolfo up to the boardwalk. “I was thinking it closed for the winter, but apparently not. Just November and January and then it’s back open the rest of the year.”

Rodolfo decided to look into the Christmas thing, following Alejandro to the steps up to the boardwalk. He didn’t have any interest in the rides, but he did like the little booth things, liking to look at all the crafts, though he considered quite a few to be overpriced. He was not going to tell anyone how to value their labor, though.

He looked around, melting at how sunny it was. Despite it being late September, it was still kind of warm and the sun felt nice on the little bit of skin that Rodolfo had exposed. He liked the way the sun glittered off the water, noticing that it was barely beginning to set. “It’s a nice day.” He commented, glancing at Alejandro.

Alejandro was looking at him and it made Rodolfo blush. “Yeah, it is.” Alejandro nodded, glancing around them. “No puedo creer que nunca me haya dado cuenta de lo hermosa que eres.” He murmured and Rodolfo immediately felt himself turning a dark shade of red. “The sun highlights it, I think.”

Rodolfo smiled, shyly. “You think so?”

“No, I know so.” Alejandro nodded and then he offered an arm, so Rodolfo gladly accepted it.

Rodolfo looked around the booths as they walked, finding himself slowly rising to cloud nine. God, this was amazing… Soap was right, Rodolfo had just had to assert his boundaries and Alejandro had gotten some sense knocked into him. Confidence filled Rodolfo’s chest and he found himself walking a little straighter. Huh, maybe he should listen to Soap more often. He wasn’t going to admit that, though.

He stopped, getting excited at seeing one of those booths that sold the handmade leatherback journals. He liked them a lot, since they always looked really nice, even if they were out of his price range. He smiled at the man, an alpha from scent of it, running the booth, and started to look at one of the journals. It was a small one, with lined paper that had a rough edge.

No, Rodolfo was neither an artist, nor a writer, but he had ideas for what he could do with it. Namely, he was considering trying to go out more that Winter and see more of the Winter things the towns around the college campus had and he had a little Polaroid Snap camera, so he decided taping pictures into the journal and talking about the things he was going to see would definitely be a good use for the journal and so he looked at the price. 30 dollars… Well, that was a decent amount of money, but the journal was thick, despite the pages not really being so.

He went to get out cash before blushing as he saw Alejandro was already handing money over to the stall attendant, getting his cash back and shrugging when he seemed to notice Rodolfo looking at him. He didn’t explain himself and Rodolfo decided not to ask him to, accepting the bag the man offered for him to put the journal in before continuing to walk with Alejandro.

“Don’t bother paying for anything.” Alejandro shook his head. “I’ve got it.”

Rodolfo blushed but nodded. “Okay…” He nodded and then took Alejandro’s arm, again. This was… more than amazing, Rodolfo was euphoric. Cloud nine, soaring above them even.

He continued to walk around with Alejandro. As they walked, a breeze picked up and Rodolfo’s hair started to get in the way. He was starting to let it get a bit long, but he was starting to regret that as he had to constantly push it out of his face and huff.

Alejandro stopped them at another booth and then Rodolfo watched him purchase some gold hair clips that looked like branches and then he was coming back to Rodolfo and using them to pin back his hair. “Better?”

Rodolfo waited for a breeze, relaxing when his hair stayed out of his face. “Much.” He nodded and looked up at Alejandro, closing his eyes when Alejandro’s touch lingered on his face. “Can we keep walking?” He asked, after a moment, and opened his eyes.

Alejandro nodded, smiling, and he started to walk with Rodolfo, again. “Oh! Actually, I saw something at the party that you might like. It was dumb, but some girl was showing everyone pictures of her cat, which had a dragon wing harness. I thought you’d think it was cute.”

“I wish my dorm allowed pets.” Rodolfo lamented. “I’d love to get a cat…”

Alejandro chuckled. “You’d get five if you could.”

“I would,” Rodolfo agreed, not offended. He liked cats. He went silent for a moment before wishing he’d brought his bag, wanting a polaroid picture of the view. “I guess since it’s getting colder, I might start carrying my bag around, again.”

“You and your weird rules about the weather.” Alejandro teased, lightly.

Rodolfo lightly nudged him with his elbow. “This one isn’t a rule. I just… I don’t know. The heat exhausts me, sometimes, so it’s hard to carry around a bag. So I just don’t in the summer.”

“Ah.” Alejandro winced. “So the chronic fatigue hasn’t gotten better?”

“No, not really.” Rodolfo sighed. He didn’t like talking about that stuff. It rarely came up, anymore, and… well, he could usually power through it if he tried. Besides, then people started to think he was fragile or some bullshit and he didn’t want that. “None of my issues really have. Just… more ignorable.”

“I wish you’d see a doctor.” Alejandro mumbled. “I worry about you.”

Rodolfo softened. “I can’t afford a doctor and-” He held up a hand to stop Alejandro from speaking, “I don’t want you to pay for it. I’m fine, it’s not severely impacting my life. I’m okay.”

Alejandro made a face. “I’m not sure I would agree that it wasn’t severely impacting your life.. But it’s your decision.”

“It is.” Rodolfo agreed and leaned into Alejandro a little as they walked. He continued to look around at the water, loving getting to spend time with Alejandro. Especially with Alejandro acting how he was.

They didn’t stop at too many other booths, but when they were done, Alejandro paused at the stairs. “Do you want to come back to my apartment? I’m not… quite ready to be done hanging out.”

Rodolfo paused and looked up at Alejandro, watching him almost appear to fidget with his hands, looking nervous. “Yeah… I would.” He nodded and smiled.

“Awesome. We could watch a movie.” Alejandro perked up. “Order some takeout?”

“I’d love that.” Rodolfo nodded and then he let Alejandro lead him back to the car. Like before, Alejandro opened his door for him, helping him into the car this time, and then Alejandro got in and started to drive.

His driving was… less than stellar. Rodolfo’s nerves definitely did not appreciate it. However, he could tell Alejandro was making an effort not to drive so terribly, which he definitely appreciated. And, thankfully, it really wasn’t that long of a drive before they were making it to Alejandro’s apartment building.

They were really nice apartments, in fact Alejandro’s was two stories. Rodolfo definitely wished he could afford one of them, knowing he and Soap would be able to utilize the space.

Alejandro opened his door, again, like a perfect gentleman, and Rodolfo thanked him as he got out before following him up to the apartment. When they got in, Rodolfo went and sat on the couch, while Alejandro seemingly ordered food.

Rodolfo blinked as his phone buzzed, seeing that Professor Graves had texted him. He wasn’t shocked he had his number, since they gave them at the beginning of the year for announcements. I have something I want you to see, stay after class on Monday. Just got it in with the shipment today. -P. Graves

Can I ask what it is?

It’s a surprise -P. Graves

Rodolfo went in and saved the number under a gravestone and a blackheart with Graves next to it, biting his lip before looking up, startled, as Alejandro cleared his throat. “Fuck, you scared me.” Rodolfo put his phone down.

“Sorry,” Alejandro chuckled, holding his phone out.

Rodolfo took it and input his order before giving Alejandro the phone back. Alejandro did a few things before setting the phone down and then he sat on the couch by Rodolfo, giving him the remote before pulling Rodolfo’s legs into his lap.

Rodolfo blushed dark, trying not to think about it too much since they’d done similar when they were teens, and he just shifted so he could, putting a movie he liked on. “I like you in these jeans. You should wear them more often. Though… I like the shorts you wear, too.” Alejandro spoke.

Rodolfo blushed, flattered. “Soap said you’d like them.”

Alejandro shrugged. “Soap was right. I like your whole outfit. I like how confident college has made you. It… Well, I guess it makes me a bit insecure.”

“What do you mean?” Rodolfo frowned and tilted his head.

Alejandro cringed. “I guess I’m worried you’re going to get too cool for me. Forget about me.”

“I don’t think I could forget about you.” Rodolfo blushed and relaxed, leaning back against a couch cushion. He relaxed when Alejandro started to rub and massage over his legs, purring a little. When he’d first presented, he’d been insecure about being one of the few omegas still able to purr, but when he saw how Alejandro reacted to it, he couldn’t help but being a little proud of it, watching Alejandro’s eyes darken and his body shift a little.

Soap was also able to purr, and so could Gaz, one of Rodolfo’s other friends, and he’d watch both of them use it to get whatever they wanted out of their respective partners. Rodolfo had watched Soap get out of trouble for reckless driving with a cop once.

Rodolfo could fill his voice with it if he really tried, but he had to be in a decently good mood. Right now, he was in one of the best moods, content and euphoric and happy. “I like when it’s just the two of us,” he confessed. “No parties or drinking or…” Omegas getting in the way.

It was hard not to be a pick me around Alejandro. He had that effect on Rodolfo.

“I think I like it more, too.” Alejandro nodded.

When the food arrived, Alejandro carefully got up, moving Rodolfo’s legs, and then he brought over the food and they quietly ate, watching the tv. And then, when they were done eating, Rodolfo moved across the couch and curled up to Alejandro, liking the way he fit against him.

Alejandro was quiet before he turned to Rodolfo, looking deep in thought. Rodolfo tilted his head, looking up at him. “What are you thinking about?”

Alejandro looked at him and didn’t answer, instead moving to the floor and getting between Rodolfo’s legs. “You can say no… But…” He trailed off.

Rodolfo’s breath hitched when Alejandro’s hands touched his thighs and his skin warmed. I’m not interested in just a hookup. Maybe he was… Alejandro had him feeling special and pretty and… Maybe he was. So, he nodded. “You can.”

Alejandro seemed almost surprised before grinning and then he was reaching up and working Rodolfo’s jeans down his hips and then fully off his body. When they were off, he kissed over where the seams had made indents his skin and Rodolfo’s breath went uneven from the sensation. “Your skin is always so soft and warm…”

Rodolfo blushed dark red and he opened his legs a bit more, giving Alejandro more access to the skin and gasping when Alejandro bit the skin, lightly. His hand went to Alejandro’s hair, immediately, unsure whether to push his head away or press it more into his thigh.

Alejandro groaned and then he was licking over the bite. He scented Rodolfo and Rodolfo just melted into the sticky feeling of cinnamon and honey, his brain slowing with the sensation. He leaned his head back, lifting his hips as he felt Alejandro dragging his underwear down, slightly upset he hadn’t worn anything nicer.

Rodolfo’s brain completely emptied as Alejandro’s head moved between his legs, just keeping a grasp on his hair and reveling in the fact that Alejandro was touching him. God, and Alejandro knew exactly what he was doing, because Rodolfo wasn’t sure he had a single thought other than Alejandro’s name the entire time.

It even felt like a few hours, even if when Rodolfo checked the time, afterwards, it’d barely been 45 minutes.

Alejandro had moved up and pushed Rodolfo to lay down, settling on his chest and nuzzling him, his hands stroking up and down the insides of Rodolfo’s thighs. Rodolfo found himself purring, again, and he closed his eyes. “If you’re not careful, I’ll fall asleep…”

“You can,” Alejandro nodded. “I’ll wake you in the morning so you can go home.”

Rodolfo hesitated before relaxing and nodding. God, at this rate, he’d never wake up in his own bed. He wasn’t so sure he minded that. “Don’t let me sleep too late in the morning, Soap and I have plans.”

“I won’t, I promise.” Alejandro kissed his shoulder. “Sleep, Rudy.”

Rodolfo nodded, again, and yawned before closing his eyes, perfectly content as he dozed off.

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good omens s2e2 thoughts

I want to scream about every episode of good omens as I watch it slowly, I wish I had a community around it but I don’t wanna poke around tumblr or anywhere for fear of spoilers and I like to savor shit (“you go too fast for me binge watchers!!”).

So hear ol void buddy take my screaming!!

Idk if I’ve ever made so many noises at a screen! I have a lot invested into this world to the point where everything is imbued with Benefit Of The Doubt Goodness, like it’s my child. I guess that’s what being a fan is like but also being a fan can mean being extremely disappointed so there’s that

I’m not disappointed I’m screaming! Okay episode 2. I love the buddy holly song and the gasp I made when Gabriel sings it. I loooove the little gay dorky conductor motion Aziraphale makes before singing it to people, I am obsessed with it, I’m chewing the walls.

Job!!!! I just read a fanfic that partially takes place during the book of Job, I haven’t dived HARD into the world of GO fanfic but I’ve read enough that take place in biblical times that make me go “huh wow the bible is this real thing full of very old and pervasive myths, oooo there were real people wandering the desert back in the day,” sense-of-awe type vibes. And then the show is doing that!!!!

I love a show that wrestles with this very big question that feels like it is playing out for me on some ancestral level, as a person (like many of us) descended from people who believed in God: “HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU EXIST AND BE SO CRUEL, HOW COULD I BELIEVE, FUCK YOU GOD FUCK YOU!!” lol maybe that’s not entirely a question. Hard not to giggle at it a little but it’s also like a pretty big thing to wrestle with?? (I’ll die on this hill but see: thor love and thunder - dumb little box office stories that actually are wrestling with that if you choose to go there)

Bible fanfic!!! It makes something in me itch in a good, I think, way

What else. Brain all over. There’s Jim ordering the books by the first letter of the first word, which is like the damn Spotify playlists that spelled out those words. GOD DAMMIT!!! Brain tickles!!! What does it meeaaaannn?? Should I start looking for acrostics everywhere, like in that weird headline about the ducks held by that rando in the pub who is going to be important prob?? What does it mean when you open your life to the unhingedness and magic of little synchronicities like that, of things vibrating with hidden meaning???

The angels not recognizing Gabriel is sooo good - me expecting a more typical “ha ha he tries to hide Gabriel, shenanigans ensue” - nope, he just answers the door, the angels don’t know him, Aziraphale (like us) is like “….okay what the fuck???” [unless it’s the miracle that’s hiding him, that’s possible]

There is something with identity and who are you if your appearance changes but you stay the same (the goats, Job’s children); who are you if your appearance stays the same but you are fundamentally different inside and/or nobody recognizes you and/or you have to pretend to be someone else (Gabriel/Jim, Job’s kids when they come back) (and then there’s Maggie and Nina actually being entirely new characters with the same face!) (and! on the opposite side, Beelzebub having a new face and the story is like “eh, new face, same guy”) - what is identity, what is a self??

And then identity is a theme for Aziraphale too right!! At the end of ep. 2 he’s like “what am I???”, it’s a whole existential crisis, (you feel for him so hard, because these actors are so fucking good??). He’s like I can’t possibly be an angel because I did these non-angelic, demonic things… and Crowley is like “🤷 you can still be an angel, more or less”…….. if you appear to be an angel then nobody has to know…… and what, really, is the difference

(“if it walks like a duck and it quacks like a duck”... and Crowley’s thing with ducks!)

Holy shit and that flows into undertones of things being a metaphor for being closeted?? Would love to untangle it more but that scene where Aziraphale eats the meat - 1) was SOOOOO fanficky (in the best way!!), I mean I’m puking, (Book of Job fanfic! Just an intimate encounter in the space between scenes); 2) was very easily some kind of stand in for, you know, temptations of the flesh, gay sex type thing. (I mean… did he have to eat the meat like that… did Crowley have to watch him like that... I mean… come on. Amazing.) (incidentally I think Michael sheen is playing Aziraphale even gayer this season mannerisms-wise and I just love it a lot!!) - so anyway, Aziraphale and Crowley’s whole thing being “we love each other, we know we love each other, but NO ONE CAN KNOW how much we love each other”… even to the point of hiding it from ourselves, lying to ourselves (cough Aziraphale)… that theme just feels so present!

Being closeted… you have this experience that is so pleasurable and full of love and can’t possibly be wrong (eating meat, befriending a demon)... and yet the highest powers are telling you it’s wrong, god says it’s wrong, that’s your entire identity, so who are you?? You just have to pretend… oh man it’s so sad pals!!!

I’m obsessed with this identity thing. I wonder if it’ll be important to the plot. Back to episode 1, Az & Jim: “I know someone who looks like you” “that’s probably me then! I think that’s one of the ways you can tell” - ha ha funny joke cute line, except wait, it is thematically resonating throughout everything, oops!!

ALSO getting caught in the rain and taking refuge under an awning and falling in love = it raining outside the garden of eden and Crowley shelters under Aziraphale’s wing…. GOD FUCKING DAMN IT

Okay those are some of my long chaotic thoughts, thanks for listening void!!!

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens s2 #good omens s2e2 #good omens season 2 episode 2 #good omens spoilers #on the off chance anyone engages with this #i'm not poking around till i finish the season #just posting #long reads

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