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chaoticparker · 3 years

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The Bite

Peter Parker x reader

w/c: 3.7k

warnings: swearing, blood, broken glass, tiny bit of angst but mainly fluff

a/n: Let me know what you think <3

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“All right everyone off the bus and wait inside the lobby!”

Everyone sprung off their seats on the bus and ran to the door. Today everyone was visiting Oscorp, Norman Osborn’s lab, it was some sort of publicity thing so Norman would get elected mayor of New York.

You and Peter were sitting next to each other during the bus ride, it was early in the morning and you had to wake up much earlier than what you would of liked to, so you both were still half asleep. “You ready to go?” You looked over at Peter who was still sitting in his seat, staring off into space. “come on Pete get up.” You pulled Peter up which seemed to snap him out of his trance. “You ok?”

“Yea, I just spaced out sorry.” Peter got up and walked into the aisle with you close behind him. Once you got outside the air was crisp and cold, making you and Peter shiver. You ran into the building to get warm and meet up with the other students.

“Where’s Ned?” Peter asked, you swore you saw him get onto the bus with you this morning, but you’re not sure who he sat with.

Eventually you spot him in the corner talking to someone, “He right over there, but who’s he talking to?” You turned Peter around and inconspicuously pointed to him and the girl.

Peter took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes and the lenses and put the back on to get a better look. “Thats Betty from the schools morning announcement team I th-”

“Thats Betty?” You whisper shouted. “Ned kept bringing up a girl named Betty and I swore her name was Annie, I mean, she looks like an Annie. But I thought Ned just made her up, I didn’t think she was real” You looked over to Peter who was looking a mixture of shock and surprise. “I am so stupid.”

“First off how did you not know Betty’s name we have homeroom together? And second how did you know Ned had a crush on her?” Peter kept his voice down so he doesn’t draw attention to you both, not wanting Flash to overhear and ruin Ned’s chances.

“I think just have a knack for knowing when someone is in love.” You joked

Only Peter didn’t realize you were joking, “Wait what-” Peter started but was interrupted by Mr. Harrington by splitting the groups in two.

“Groups 1-7 on the left and groups 8-15 on the right! AND REMEMBER TO STAY WITH YOUR BUDDY! I DO NOT WANT TO LOSE ANOTHER KID” He yelled, followed by the women working there having a shocked face and her hushing him.

You and Peter were group 7, you caught Ned’s eyes and he pointed to the right while you pointed left. Ned also pointed to Betty with a big smile on his face, followed by Peter giving him a thumbs up.

Peter was worried about what you said, you had a ‘knack for knowing when someone was in love’? What did you mean by that? Peter started to worry that you knew he liked you, and you’ve never confessed anything to him because theres nothing to confess.

No No No, don’t think like that Peter, he thought, trying to hype himself up, if she knew you liked her why is she still around? Surly if she did not feel the same way she would of left. Or she simply does not know. There is still a chance.

Peter was snapped out of this thoughts by you tugging him on his sweater, “come on the groups about to leave.” Peter and you speeded walked to the rest of the group so you were with the group but just in the back. “Are you doing ok Pete? You seem distracted.” You looked at him worried. Sure, Peter was an anxious guy, you even talked to him about if he wanted any professional help, but he assured you that he’s fine, just a tad overwhelmed, but this? He seemed so much more stressed and anxious, not to mention the constant spacing out.

Peter cleared his throat and put his arm around you, “I’m sorry, I guess theres a lot on my mind and I’m not too sure why.” Of course he knew why, he was stressing over the fact you might know he likes him! And also the fact that you might never love him and it was all too much for him too handle.

“Ok, but you know you can talk to me right?” You said as you gave him a side hug, “We’ve known each other for forever and the most important part of us being so close is that we can talk to each other.” You hoped Peter caught what you were trying to say. In complete honesty you’ve loved him for a long time. Ever since you saw him with his oversized glasses and his star wars shirts. But how could Peter Parker, the selfless, kind person ever love you? And how could you ever love someone so sickeningly sweet?

You don’t deserve him, you thought, he is completely in love with Liz and never will be with you.

“I know that,” Peter pulled you out of your thoughts, “I just don’t know whats wrong. I just kind of have a weird feeling.”

Peter hoped you would drop the conversation at that point. He didn’t want to spill his guts to you especially on a school field trip, where you were stuck together. But you just nodded and you turned your attention to the man walking you through the tour.

“And this here is the bio testing.” He pointed towards a room, “everyone needs to put on goggles and a lab coat-”

“Can we keep the lab coats?” Flash asked.

“No, you cannot keep the lab coats they are not complementary. Now hurry up everyone! If we are lucky we will be able to see the lab techs at work!”

Everyone started to quickly put their coats and goggles on, and people started to take photos on your phones. One of the people was you and Peter, “Smile!” He said and you both gave a cheesy smile. “I’ll send it to you.”

“Everyone please put your phones in here.” The tour guide handed out a white buckets and everyone groaned. “It is apart of Oscorp's privacy policy. No recording in certain areas such as the testing rooms.”

Everyone gave quite mumbles about how ‘stupid’ and ‘bullshit’ this was, some a little louder than others, and soon enough you were going thought the door with Peter on your side.

“And here is where we research different animals.” The tour guide showed off the different animals including, snakes, birds and-

“S-spiders” Peter was stunned, he hated spiders. He claimed that how they just don’t make sense, they can climb onto walls, shoot webs and for some reason are strong? He learned everything about them so if he was ever faced with one, and aunt May or Uncle Ben was not around to get rid of it for him, he would know how to get rid of it himself and stay alive.

“Come on Pete, they are harmless. But it is weird in here, it doesn’t seem like there is any research work, more.. testing.” Why were they testing on animals? Oscorp had branded it’s self on being cruelty free, but the again they did say they help the environment, which was a HUGE lie.

You grabbed Peter’s hand and shoved in front of of everyone to the front of the group, “excuse me but what exactly do you do with the animals here?” You ask as a man in a dark suit appears behind a door.

The tour guide starts but the man interrupts him, “And whats your name dear?”

“Y/N”

“Well, Y/n, we do research on the animals to see how we can use some features they have, replicate it, and use it.” The guy is clearly mansplaining, his attitude was intolerable.

“But the equipment you have around here looks like your testing on the animals?” You started but then Mr. Harrington stepped besides you.

“Y/n, I’m not sure if Mr. Osborn can answer your questions thoroughly, lets just continue looking at the animals.”

“Ah, yes thank you. And please make sure not to touch anything.” And with that the man, or apparently Mr. Osborn left.

It shocked you that you were just talking to the founder of Oscorp, and how blatantly rude he is.

“Wow whats that” Flash yelled near the window. You, Peter and the rest of the students all ran toward the window to see what was so cool. In the process a kid knocked over the glass container. As the tour guide saw he pressed the emergency button. “EVERYONE OUT NOW!”

Everyone ran out bumping into each other. Flash bumped into you causing you to trip and fall. “Fucking hell” you groaned. Your whole body was hurting at this point, you started to get up but you cut your hand on the broken glass. “Fuck” Another groan.

“Y/n? How do you feel?” Peter kneeled besides you trying to help you up but ended up slipping on the glass too cutting his hand and causing his glasses to break, “fuck, come on we need to leave.”

He moved his hand let out a small scream, “PETER ARE YOU OK WHAT WAS THAT?” You completely ignored the pain of your hand and helped grabbed his shoulder.

Peter was shaking his arm violently, “The spider just bit me and it fucking hurt.” Peter quickly got up and you both ran out of the room. You followed the others back to the lobby, the tour ended with Mr. Harrington giving your a band-aid thinking that would help and all of the students were pushed onto the bus.

You were bothering Peter with questions asking if he’s ok, “What about your glasses? How bad is your vision? Does your head hurt? My head would hurt hen I couldn’t see.” You looked over at Peter who sat down in his seat and was tapping his foot.

That question took him off guard, his vision was perfect, like he had contacts in. “I can see just fine, but what about you? How’s your cut” He reached for your hand and looked at you. The cut had stopped bleeding but the cut still looked sore.

“At least we have matching cuts now, hows yours?” You reached for his hand, you saw no cut so you looked at the other, also no cut, “didn’t you get cut too?”

“I thought i did, maybe it just grazed me, and not enough to actually hurt me. You should probably rest, you fell pretty bad.”

“Your the one that got bit with by the spider I should be asking about you, i’m surprised you aren’t freaking out that a spider was on your hand.”

“Don’t worry about me I’m fine, do you wanna listen to music?” Peter held up an ear bud and you nodded taking it.

Truth be told everything was too much for Peter, it was like he could feel everything. He felt like he just had 10 red-bulls mixed with 20 cups of coffee. He tried his best to ignore what was going on and sleep but he soon learned he could never ignore what was going on with him.

When Peter thought he got these powers, he did nothing with them, sure he used them to his advantage, maybe to show off at the schools weight room, but other then that he didn’t. If anything his powers made him more confident with himself, he thought that maybe this was a sigh that if he could get powers, he could ask you out.

But all of that changed when we saw Uncle Ben die.

Peter started to be more closed off, he overworked himself to the bone.

As he started to become Spider-Man, in the process he was losing Peter Parker.

Peter lost some of the few friends that he had. His friend circle mainly consisted of you, Ned, and MJ. He only saw MJ at decathlon practice and lunch, Ned and him still had their playdates with building legos but he was clearly not as cheerful.

And with you, he started to text you less and less. You were there when he lost his parents but he was not 6 anymore. He understood death more than anyone else, he saw death happen right before his eyes. You thought that he just wanted some space, maybe you reminded him of him when his parent died. But it got to the point where you were starting to lose your best friend.

You stoped walking to school together, and it hurt. Although you would never admit this to anyone, you felt as though you were losing a part of yourself. Peter was your other half, you completed each other, or thats what you used to think.

You decided to throw yourself into your hobbies. You were trying your best to forget about Peter. Maybe he just outgrew you. Maybe he didn’t need you.

But you need him.

And you hate needing someone.

But Peter felt the same way. When he decided to become Spider-man, he wanted to make sure no one would get hurt from it. And he even made a costume that would hide his identity.

And it was far from good looking.

“Peter dude come on you love her! You’re gonna lose her if you keep pushing her away!” Ned was on the phone with Peter, he didn’t know what was going on with him, no one did. He just wanted his friend to be happy, and thats why him and MJ devised a plan.

“Y/n come on I know you are sick and tired of not talking to Peter! I even think you like him!” MJ yelled on the phone. “You need to talk to him it’s destroying you.”

“She’s the one who’s pushing me away! Im just respecting her wants!” Peter yelled back.

“MJ you’re not listening! You need to realize that Peter grew out of me! He does not want to see me and I don’t know why! I don’t want to hurt him anymore than what i apparently did!”

MJ and Ned had a whole script planned out. They knew how to push you both just right so that you would fall onto the trap.

“Peter just listen to me! When you next see her confess your feelings! If she does not feel the same you will get closure and nothing else will really change from whats going on! You need to talk to someone with whats going on with you. Tell her everything” Ned delivered the final push, almost done then we can get our friend group back he and Mj thought.

“Y/N! Go find Peter and get your closure! Please, if not for you do it for him! You know how he’s acting weird and you are the only one that can get him to open up! SO GO DOWN ON YOUR FIRE ESCAPE AND KNOCK ON HIS WINDOW AND CONFRONT HIM! NOW!”

“Fine Ned, next time I see her, I’ll tell her.”

“Fine I’ll go see him, bye”

And with that everyone hung up on their separate phone calls.

You climbed out of your window and onto the fire escape. It was weird how even though you lived so close together you felt so far apart.

You climbed down one, and looked inside. He was walking around his room, being all stressed, which for some reason was relaxing to you.

You knocked, nothing, so you opened the window and fell into his room with a big thump. “ow”

“Y/N? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU OK?” Peter rushed over to you helping your get up.

“Yes I’m fine Peter but what is wrong with you?” You didn’t mean to sound harsh, but you needed to be. “Why did you stop hanging out with me?” You looked up to him and finally met his eyes. It was refreshing to see him, anytime either one of you caught a glimpse of the other, you ran. “Why did you stop being my best friend?” You voice was quiet now, you didn’t want Peter to know that your voice was cracking.

It really broke Peter, he was just trying to protect you, but in the end - as cringe as it sounds - he just pushed you away.

“You seem completely different, you’re not even wearing your glasses anymore. And fuck Peter I just miss you and your dorky glasses. Did you meet someone? Did you get a girlfriend? Did she not like that we were close?” You were just spitting out whatever came to mind, and this scenario was one you were thinking of all the time.

Peter jumped back at your words, “What no! I would never want to date someone if it ment that I could never see you again.”

Just tell her everything Peter thought about Ned’s words. Everything was a lot. How is he suppose to answer this, just spit it out?

Might as well start with the basics, “I’m Spider-man” Peter blurted out.

“What, you mean like you have a crush on him? Peter thats nothing to be embarrassed of, you know you can talk to me, you know i go both wa-”

“NO I MEAN LIKE I, PETER PARKER, AM SPIDER-MAN!” Peter shouted. Honestly it felt good to say it out loud the first time and he just wanted someone to know. And what better person than you.

“So in the month that you have been isolated from me thats your best excuse you could come up with?” You were appalled by his unbelievable excuse.

“I swear please believe me, like ummmmm HERE” Peter got his ‘suit’ from the space in his ceiling and gave it to you. “Thats my suit.”

“you and every other fanboy has this.”

“What about... this!” Peter went over to you a picked up.

“what the fuck put me down!” You did not look impressed, Peter was looking around to see how he could prove to you that he was not lying.

“Remember that day we went to oscorp and how you questioned Osborn and when you fell?” You nodded, it was your last time you really hung out with him, how could you not? “I got bit by the spider and they were doing radioactive testing on it, which caused me to be well... spider-man.”

Then an idea sprung in his head, he quickly move past you and went on the fire escape and you followed. “Here, if this does not prove it, nothing will.” Peter jumped onto the railing with one hand on the wall.

“Peter what the fuck you’re gonna get yourself killed please I just want you to be honest with me and talk” You reached for Peter but he jumped off the railing and towards the wall and somehow... did not fall and stuck to it?

“Peter what the fuck?”

“now do you believe me?”

“If i say yes will you come back inside?” Peter nodded, “then yes i believe you”

Peter jumped on the side of the building and back onto the fire escape and you pushed him inside and you followed behind him.

“So since you really are spider-man, why were you so distant?” You finally asked. You were now sitting on opposite ends of his bed, and you were hugging and pillow trying to explode with everything you just learned. Peter fucking parker was spider-man? Nerdy little parker saving everyone, stoping cars with just his body, and defeating criminals? But, he did just stick to the side of his building, thats pretty damn good proof. Your Peter Parker was Spider-man, the spider-man.

You thought this was just a dream but you didn’t want to wake up because that would mean Peter and you were still not talking.

“I wanted to protect everyone around me. When Ben died,” Peter took a breath and you reached over to squeeze his hand, “When Ben died, I had my powers but I did not do anything. I could of saved him, but i chose not to. So I decided I would become Spider-man so no one else would get hurt. And if anyone found out that you knew spider-man you would be in danger. So i thought if i pushed the people closest to me away, they wouldn’t get hurt.”

It was all too much for you to process. You felt terrible for feeling angry at him when he was saving lives.

“Why were you so distant from me?” Peter looked back up towards you and it was a fair question you both avoided one another.

“I thought I reminded you of your parents deaths. Other than Aunt May, I am the one person that has been in your life since their death and I thought you didn’t want to see me because of it. I also wanted to give you space to grieve.” You felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders by telling him. It was calming. “I also didn’t want to hurt you more, so i thought i would wait for you to open up to me like we normally do, but i should not have been so relaxed about all of this. I just didn’t want to ruin what we had” You took one last deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

You glanced up toward Peter and he leaned in and kissed you. It was shocking at first, it took you a second to process what was going on but then you felt light as you melted into the kiss. You felt as though you two were the only ones left in the world.

Peter pulled back to take a breath, “Ned told me to confess my feelings towards you. I’m sorry I didn’t me to spring it on you-” Peter was interrupted by you hugging him, rapping your arms around his waist and your face on his stomach.

“I feel the same way, Pete. Just please, I don’t want to do that ever again.” Peter at this point was now hugging you back. You missed this, but there was also something knew, and it made you smile.

“I never will, I promise y/n”

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fazbear-ent-official · 3 years

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1.4 Meet The Staff !

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el & blueberry ⋆ @cat-and-corgi-girl

Both are Bisexual and use she/they

Blueberry is 7’5

El is 5’6

El haunts Blueberry

Was El as bad as Afton? No. Did they still kill? Yes.

Blueberry’s nicknames are BB and Berry

Blueberry has a glitch form (Like Glitchtrap but BB’s came before Glitchtrap.)

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liz ⋆ @unhealthy-undertale-obsession

She/Her

She's sarcastic, smokes, and has done 2 years for Grand Theft Auto (the crime not the game). She would have gotten away with it too, if she hadn't crashed it.

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clueless ⋆ @clearlyclueless

Name; Clue/Clueless (full name is Clearly C. Clueless)

Pronouns; She/They

Formally a kitsune, although says is human (for convenience)

Applied to Freddy's because it seems really fun! Just enough organized chaos to be

Does random tasks around the pizzeria most of the day and likes to switch between them (although at random)

Definitely has gotten their tail yanked by a child before

Knits and sews :) catch them making definitely better plushie designs then funko ever could

If someone asks them 'why's your tail look like funtime foxy's?' One time they are going to snap they dyed it on a whim godda-

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orchid ⋆ @orchidmantisparent

They/Them - Mantis/Mantisself

Activity leader

They worked as a clown before but their troupe disbanded. They are really sad without their performers buddies, so this job seems to be a good option

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blair ⋆ @julie-loves-cake

She/Her

She's a waitress, and she’s surprisingly good at it.

She doesn’t like staying at Freddy’s after hours due to trauma, so she rarely does overtime unless someone asks her too, and if it’s really important.

She will buy her fellow employees their favorite foods if she feels like they’re having a hard time.

She’s 5’9.

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Blair does not like Springbonnie and will want it kept 8ft feet away from her. This is also due to trauma.

She constantly looks tired, but is actually well rested. She can’t help it, she has resting sleepy face.

She doesn’t know what Foxy does with all the Fazcoins she gives him.

It’s rare for her to actively be passive aggressive.

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eric ⋆ @fnafxweirdo

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

Height: 6’5

He really doesn’t talk to anyone but when you get to know him hes a nice man.

He has a adopted daughter named Scarlet (see picture) who he loves very very much, (also Scarlet is 13).

He tends to bring Scarlet to work with him.

He works at Sister location.

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tess ⋆ @lookforthefuture89

Name: Tess

Age: 25

Pronouns: he/him

Likes: The Rockstars (see: hoodie), fish sticks (because fish), also grapes, Mohawks, and crazy hair styles in general

Dislikes: PICKLES, also particularly hates classic (first game) Bonnie AND Withered Bonnie. Likes Toy Bonnie though.

General bio: Tess just wants to vibe with the animatronics and get free pizza

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alice ⋆ @wolfy-58

age: 16

height: 5’3

likes: memes, music, drawing, dancing

dislikes: bullies, bad guys, Karen's, not being taken seriously

facts: sometimes doesn't know what to do, like to respond in memes randomly, and haves some odd levitation/teleporting powers

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riena gold ⋆ @anxious-chaotic-witch

Pronouns: she/it

Bio: I applied here because I really like to work with kids. Just as a fair warning though I might lose patience with rude adults.

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winston ⋆ @drd8nk

Winston Cartae

He/They

Winston is your everyday animatronic builder, he takes care of his own bunch of Animatronics, but on his off days looks forward to helping the pizzaplex with any technical repairs.

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cloveroctobers · 3 years

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• JENIFER “JEN” MARLOWE •

IG Info/bio: @/justjenw1n | 220k followers | Fashion | just a LUVer who owns a lovely blog that you’re more than welcome to check out here... astoldbyjenmarlowe.co.uk 🪞🛍🪄

22 (24) (25 in 2021) years of age

From London, England

Her family has French origins

Tends to visit once a year mainly with her family

For her 18th bday, her parents also sent her to Paris with her bf that she’s been dating since she was 14

they broke up since he wanted to stay in Paris to pursue his dreams and she felt like she needed to be back home...which she felt Paris was not

Extremely close to her parents, some may say a little TOO close...

See, I feel like jen comes from a family that spoils her where her parents did everything and took care of everything for her. She had the privilege and didn’t have to work too hard to get things she wanted so that made her a little bit different than a few of her friends, hell—even her bf

Didn’t have to work until she reached her twenties

She also didn’t have too many friends because her parents felt like her cousins and/or her sibs were really only allowed to hold that title

However her parents had some sort of a soft spot for her when they allowed her to date her bf at 14 since he came from a nice background...

And to have at least 1-2 best friends...

I can’t decide if I see her having 3 other sibs with her being the second eldest, or her being the eldest with a younger sister? I can also see her being a only child too? Idk y’all can decide

Because her family is a tight knit one, she values everything they say and do...which is canon/evident

She got her thigh tattoo in Paris and even thought about asking her parents permission but her bf talked her out of it

she later showed them that night while he was in the shower. Her mother openly disapproved saying it was, “unladylike or unclean” while her father was more lenient towards it

Her mother even scheduled her for laser appointments but this was one of the things jen was sure of, she loved her tattoo and she didn’t want to erase it from her body which led to her mother not speaking to her for about a month—even tho they live in the same household

I feel like she looks more like her dad with her mom’s hair and smile

Got into fashion due to her maternal grandmother who seemed to live a extravagant life as a old time actress, she always had and owned the finest of things

Jen loved having sleepovers there, it felt like she had her own personal Liz Taylor inside of her nan...but better!

Definitely found inspiration through Liz Taylor, Kate Moss, Victoria Beckham, and Naomi Campbell

she had no clue what she wanted to do in life (she never had to think too hard about it until now, it’s true what they say about your twenties) and she made the choice not to continue thru with uni & I’m not going to make her out to be the stereotypical “dumb blonde” I think she did well in school—so she kinda just chilled after it was all over

Her first job at 20 was probably working in retail where she learned all about the bs you put up with but she loved clothes! That never changed

So she decided 6 months into her job that she was going to make a fashion blog

she made one separate from her tumblr but kept it under construction since she needed to brain storm what exactly this blog would entail

It didn’t take too long to her to figure it out by how she wanted the blog to look then discussing pieces from celebs/models then slowly discussing her own wardrobe + advice

She didn’t immediately gain success for it —altho she did have a good 1k people follow her thru her tumblr where she also provided the link to her separate blog... but she worked/works hard at it, hoping one day it’ll get her somewhere and that maybe she can get paid for it too?

Retail fucking sucks and people are horrible twats so when she was approaching 21 she deff quit with her parents still hammering...more so her dad on what she needs to do with her life but she found happiness in her blog and no one was going to take that away from her —not even her parents

‘What’s the use of working if it doesn’t make you happy?’ She thinks but again! she has the privilege of living under her parents roof and not having to pay bills so she didn’t have to worry too much rn she knows they’d never kick her out right?

she has two bunnies named “bugsy” and “Lola”—u know the reference right?

I feel like she values the flinstones & jetsons because it was something her dad loved watching as a kid and still does , probably has the dvds showcased in her room that she watches when she feels sad

Seems like a smiley person but when she’s sad? It kinda sucks to see cause she turns into a whole different person and she always seems happy with a smile so wide that turns her eyes squinty

If she disagrees with something, she’s 100% giving her opinion whether you like it or not? Wrong is wrong. But when the shoe is on the other foot? She hates being wrong LOL or doesn’t view herself being wrong. Doesn’t take accountability well...at all!

She’s also showed her ass by being a gossiper and fake as hell with Allegra about mc with the whole, “let’s pretend like we’re there for her” if you’re not fucking with somebody just say that or SHOW it sis cause that snakey shit will come back to bite you in the ass (I forgot about this lol as I’m replaying)

she’s all “mega resting bitch face” until she breaks out into a large smile

Libra sun? + Virgo moon? + Gemini rising?

I feel like she only knows what she wants when it comes to relationships but not with the rest of life?

Lol she was very determined with levi in the beginning, explored shit with jake, (I can’t remember if that was after you/mc showed a interest in him or not in that route? I’m doing a talia/Rohan route rn But that’s kinda foul if she’s smiling in ur face and then boom goes and does what she wants but hey that’s the game right? Fck that tho) and then stood by Tim after only some time?

She wasn’t feeling him in the beginning either cause he thought she was too posh for him and snakey which he’s right to some degree but she’s also right if she finds him too immature for her liking

To you jim? Ten? Stans— Idk what their ship name is but it probably wouldn’t have worked out in the long run either because I don’t see both of them wanting to change themselves completely to satisfy the other. (Tim tried) Sure if you’re showing unhealthy behaviors and are open to diminishing that for yourself then trying to work on your relationship then that’s great! But they already started from the jump not liking each other’s personalities/characteristics....

And hey! Ofc I know people grow to like things they might have disliked about you in the beginning but you can also find yourself not fully accepting it in a relationship and that doesn’t mean you didn’t try

+ it’s been hinted at that they’re not endgame & if you love yourself some Tim not platonically then this works in ur favor. if not? Then you can keep them endgame by all means! For me? That endgame shit is a no! For those that don’t gaf about either of them that’s fine too lmao

YES I feel like they were both hurt over the breakup and it probably happened right around the holidays or either a couple of months after Christmas/New Years 2019

Jen is probably the type to keep checking up on her ex, not necessarily talking to them but finding out who they’re with now

and if it’s Tim with mc she’s definitely gossiping about the shit with erikah and Allegra or making shady tweets or posts on IG for sure

“5 outfits to wear when you run into your ex” type posts on her blog looool

She hopes if she runs into Tim, she’s looking her best and she would 80% go up to him & mc/his new girl if not mc and be all huggy with him and holding conversation before she even thinks to acknowledge mc/new girl and when she does it’s a shady convo with fake smiles

Absolutely loves watching housewives so she was prepared for that moment if it ever does come

Her parents openly didn’t like Tim which made him feel like shit since it seemed like jen never defended him in front of them but again, she values her parents opinion and always wants their stamp of approval that’s just the way the girl is/ was brought up

She owes them everything but deep down knows that in her relationship with Tim she could have been a little more understanding of his needs like he was with her love for her parents...but she’ll never admit that

Doesn’t get over breakups as easily as it may seem like her exes do in her opinion.

It sure didn’t take long with Tim to date mc/new girl months after they broke up! Which was like a slap in the face

The ex bf she spent time w in Paris who looks like Matthew Noszka is now engaged, lives in AMERICA—& of all places??? California to be exact, and just released his debut album!! She knows which songs are probably about her, it’s a nice album she screamed about it for hours into her pillow and cried for what felt like weeks

Lost her voice over that breakdown too

Her mother even went as far as sending a nasty letter to this ex bf’s new address...since ya know? jen’s dad is a private investigator & all!!! but dad had no knowledge of this being done

She’s still fond of Levi and jake but not like in love with them? Like she thought/felt she was with Tim but she still considers them her mates

Maybe in 2021 she’ll be open to dating again and hopes erikah and Allegra will be her wingwomen when the time comes BUT she’s focusing on her blog rn and it’s the best it’s ever been!

She had the show to thank for that now that she has a manager and is getting paid for running her blog now! That’s right this girl is officially employed!

“At least one good thing came from the show ;) 🧽🥐🥂” type of tweets

There’s never not a moment where she’s not connecting her posts whether thru ig or Twitter to her blog: astoldbyjenmarlowe.co.uk!!!

Both erikah and Allegra talk a little shit about that together...WHEN they DO talk, the pair only really socialize when jen initiates it but if one pisses the other off?? they’re going to gossip about it with the other forsure

She doesn’t look that tall to me? Taller than erikah? 5’2-5’5 the 5 is pushing it for me? Maybe? lol I’m still deciding between her and Allegra far as height and I’m too lazy to go back and see what I put for her

Hates straightening her hair, that pin straight look is not cute to her. She loves having waves and body to her hair

Get her eyebrows micro bladed since she doesn’t have much hair up there to begin with

Adores French cuisine, always has since she was a little girl. Bisque used to be her fav back then and all that she would eat

Loves spring season especially pastel colors when it comes to her wardrobe

The type to say one thing and do the complete opposite

I feel like she probably has a little bit of lisp and it’s not really noticeable until she says some words, she’s insecure about it and thought it had something to do with the structure of her teeth and begged her parents to get them fixed but it literally had nothing to do with them

Yet she still got colorful braces in middle school even tho her teeth were pretty straight. She didn’t have to wear them for a whole year, thank goodness

Went to speech therapy to help

Has stacks of fashion magazines even from the early 90s all over her room: her night stand, her vanity, her closet, underneath her bed etc...

Adores the Hadid sisters, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, & Georgia May Jagger

Makes the best white chocolate chip (that’s right, white not just regular chocolate) banana bread but cooking/baking? Isn’t really her thing

Early riser

Loves yellow: yellow phone case, yellow laptop, yellow room, yellow tulips, yellow shades, etc...

Getting Prada shades was probably one of the best things that happened to her, s/o to her nan for granting her this wish

Words of affirmation is her love lanaguage, this girl is a talker and a bit of a thinker too I mean duh? She runs a blog

Likes bright colors on her toes but nude and clear polish on her hands?

Loves a good mascara but she also loves magnetic lashes but is trying her best to grow her lashes out rn! Thanks to erikah for sending her some good ol’ coconut oil!

Smokey eyes? Set her up

Gets a belly ring, and two more tatts one in between her boobs and the last on her ankle & that one she shed a tear over!

Maybe she’ll start changing her physical attributes more so than the way she carries her life at first? (Or ever) She’ll cut her hair below her collarbone to the top of her chest, and maybe she’ll try a light light LIGHT brunette (she loves being a natural blonde) with blonde highlights? Who knows

loves espadrilles and wedge sandals

Loves going wine tasting and visiting vineyards, if she’s vacationing? You can bet ur ass she’s looking for a vineyard to visit

Deff a lightweight

Here’s her unpopular opinions on s2: Thought Felix was a wannabe Tim and hates the fact that he follows her, thought graham was unattractive and said so to Allegra who snickered, thought marisol’s clothing choices were rather boring,

didn’t feel 100% bad for Hannah but disagrees with the way Gary and noah spoke about her + the way Gary tried to slide back over to Hannah on her comeback episode

but doesn’t feel like Lottie is wrong for choosing Gary after Hannah left

isn’t a fan of priya but is glad she’s doing fashion since jen strongly believes in if something isn’t making u happy then u need to let it go

Thinks Hope should have won and cannot tolerate Bobby. Feels he’s WORSE than Felix,

would be open to dating Ibrahim or Carl from that szn

has spoken to Harry from s3 due to his drunkenness and actually made a friend out of him? But low key wants to get to know seb? Take that info as u will 👀

Her anthem: Michelle — SUNRISE

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bisluthq · 3 years

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It’s your kaylor historian here who still can’t remember my log in details to my KH account 🤦‍♀️ (so please make sure this anon just in case it isn’t... I fear them 👀)

Karlie’s tea post before masters heist:

Ok so I can’t remember who posted first and don’t feel like looking, but taylor posted a selfie and captioned it “Friday calmness” and we (kaylor fandom) had been speculating taylor was going to come out as bi on the last day of June / 🌈pride month🌈 since she’d been doing so much stuff that could be seen (and was) as queer coded. We celebrated the “Friday calmness” thinking it was like a ‘calm before the storm’ with the storm being her coming out.

I think Karlie posted after taylor, but am not 100% sure. Karlie posted a selfie with a cup with a caption like “what’s the tea” and the fandom, thinking they were still together, collectively lost our shit. It looked to us like Karlie was playing off Taylor’s post. (I’ll admit, I didn’t think kaylor were still together, but that weekend I was thinking ‘I can’t believe I doubted them!’ Lol)

*there were also rumours that the YNTCD video and single were delayed a couple of times and meant to be released sooner and serve as a soft coming out, but that taylor kept changing her mind about it and is also why she kept the tracklist length under wraps, because she wasn’t sure if she’d go through with it. She was way more vague than ever before. There were also rumours she had a rolling stone cover planned that she was going to come out in but it was scrapped —— I can’t even remember where these “she’s actually coming out” rumours originated anymore and I can’t remember if people had legit sources and gossip or if it was fan fiction planning, but it was mentioned outside the kaylordom too, so take that as you wish.

Then came the masters heist.

Now, to understand the thought process of Kaylors at the time, you have to remember that we thought Karlie & Taylor had a secret romance, Joe was a beard, Josh was a beard - but since he comes from a crime family who have done a lot of bad things (to put it lightly) and are stupidly rich, Josh had Karlie trapped in such a tight contract and has so much blackmail material that Karlie was forced to fake marry him against her will - remember, it was only meant to be a photo shoot for a Vogue wedding spread showing what wedding fashion was available, it wasn’t meant to be a wedding! But josh had his team leak the photos and instead of saying it was all for a photo shoot, Karlie had to say she was now married. <- that was the narrative and thought process within the fandom.

So the fandom thought 🛴 and Josh conspired to announce the purchase of big machine/ taylor’s masters which would derail her coming out plans. The fandom thought Karlie had no idea it was happening. Scooter and Josh were worried Taylor was going to come out, which would ultimately out Karlie since there were so many rumours about Kaylor already, and it would then out Josh and ruin Josh’s image, making it look obvious to everyone that Josh and Karlie were just beards, but kaylor was real. To avoid tarnishing Josh’s hetero card, scooter waited until the end of June to announce he bought taylor’s music for maximum impact.

(Never mind that someone spent $300M to keep a client in the closet) that was how we interpreted the situation (kept writing the fan fiction) and that it was a blow to taylor and a huge betrayal from scooter to Karlie because now they had extra leverage / ways to hurt Karlie.

So yeah. It was a very sad time. This also is why some kaylors think hoax lyrics point to their everlasting love “my best laid plans” = tay ready to come out end of June “your sleight of hand” = scooter tricking Karlie when he bought the masters and any information about taylor that Karlie mentioned innocently was used against them, “my barren land” = taken on a new meaning since Karlie announced her pregnancy, but initially it was seen as the land that was meant to be blooming with love was left barren and empty because of the masters incident delaying her coming out.

It sounds absolutely ludicrous, but the only way to understand how it was easy to rationalise is to understand how adamant the fandom was/ is that Josh and joe are just beards, Karlie is locked in a contract, and taylor is trying to free the both of them. If there were any truth to this at all, it is nothing short of ghastly situation for Karlie and paints taylor as a Nobel warrior trying to save her princess from the tower 🦸🏼‍♀️👸🏼 ....

Karlie had what I think was a scheduled post cause it was ad content , but otherwise was unusually silent on social media for a week + after the announcement. We thought they were grieving together.

——-

Now for Emily Poe. Ok so I really didn’t do my research - I thought Emily was only one or two years older than Taylor, so it never even occurred to me that the idea of that relationship would’ve been extremely predatory and badbadbadbad. I regret not doing my due dillihence when I was part of a fandom that consumed this theory. So Emily theories have been around since Taylor first had gay speculation. Part of this was because of some funny photos like that one where taylor is standing next to a truck that says “...gay Texan” and emily and a guy in the band I can’t think of his name were pointing to taylor and smirking. It’s a funny photo. I can see my dumb teenage self making similar jokes long before I knew my sexuality because LOOOOL GAY was a thing back then. There’s the video taylor made for Emily where she held up the “we love you emily” sign and she went to everyone she toured with including brad paisley to hold up the sign and make heart hands and just be extremely cute - platonic or romantic - both seem plausible - and cute as hell! The video was set to the dashboard confessional song ‘stolen’ which is basically just the lyric “you have stolen my heart” over and over again. This video got renewed interest when people went back and looked back at the you belong with me video. The idea of taylor and her make love interest holding these a4 sheets of paper with “I love you” written on them seemed familiar. The story of how YBWM came about was that Taylor heard her guitarist on the phone with his girlfriend and his gf was yelling at him for something seemingly insignificant/ the gf was painted out as high drama and her guitarist seemed miserable every time he spoke to her for a while. So Taylor had the idea of a song about a girl thinking her friends girlfriend is horrible, but turn it into a love story where the two friends get together - classic romantic comedy trope - she took the idea to Liz Rose and it was one of the last songs written for Fearless and specifically made to be upbeat and preppy because taylor thought the album was lacking that vibe. If you take the story Taylor said inspired the song and swap it from her male guitarist (who she also said she had no feelings for), and change it to her female fiddle player, the story behind the song can be the same, just tweaked to be hetwashed. Emily was a cheerleader and had a boyfriend when she toured with taylor, so it’s easy enough to take those things at surface value and think there was some truth to Emily. Also the two biggest gaylor rumours pre swiftgron came from comments on a gossip site/ forum. One was that ‘Emily was fired after she was caught relieving taylor of stress’ and how ‘emily was interested in law, but this incident cemented she had to leave the band but the swift team gave her money so emily wouldn’t sue for being fired on a sexual harassment issue’ (of course, knowing the age difference, we know this would NOT be the case at all) and it is speculated it inspired taylor to write breathe because she was so sorry for how things ended. They were inseparable and then after her birthday, never seen together or mentioned each other on MySpace again.

The other comment was that taylor ‘was a pillow princess in high school’ and that she was happy to receive but not give because she wanted to maintain her virgin status and thought if she reciprocated it would make her gay — the comment was something like that.

Of course it would’ve been incredibly easy for idk, some random on the internet who has never even met taylor to say those things.... but it was taken as gospel by the gaylor truthers.

People who looked further found a girl they believed was Taylor’s high school gf, her name started with L... but I never really believed it so I don’t have the greatest knowledge of that one. It seemed ridiculous to me she had a 3 year gf as a teenager and not a single person from her high school - or anyone who knew her alleged gf - ever spoke about it publicly??? That would be a lot of NDAs and payouts to keep silent, but a lot of other people believed NDAs and hush money was spent, so yeah... 🤷‍♀️

She also had some fruity MySpace posts which seemed to help the case for gaylor, but imo, it also falls under the ‘teenagers on the internet are dumb especially when social media was brand new and thank god myspace doesn’t exist cause I don’t want to see my old one ever again’ category.

Sorry for the essay, I felt I had been summoned and wanted to give background on the fandom. When I log back in I think I need to change my bio, I’m not really here to talk kaylor , but the fandom. Cause it’s really sad what that narrative within the fandom has become and heartbreaking what that narrative has done to fans, especially queer kids trying to figure themselves out. I couldn’t see how toxic it was for a long time, I’m happy I’m out of there now. but I think it helps to understand how the fandom thought and saw things as to how easy it was for things to spiral to the state it’s in now.

As old T used to sign off, - lovelovelove 💜

Brilliant post thanks KH!

#nat talks the konspiracy

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mirrorballls · 3 years

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* jacob elordi, male + he/him | you know stephen maldonado, right? they’re twenty-three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, their whole life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to jerk by the front bottoms like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole dark denim jackets littered in pins paired with ratty white nikes, brow seemingly held frozen in a consistently furrowed brow, and empty bottle of mountain dew code red stuffed with cigarette butts thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 13, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

hi.

one more time with feeling (until i stupidly take up my fourth muse ASAP). liz (she/they, 23, est) AKA auld liz syne#2288 on discord.edu. anyways every squad got the Extremely Normal Guy and sometimes that’s stephen.

basics.

full name: stephen casey maldonado. birthday: november 13, 1997. big three: scorpio sun, capricorn moon, taurus rising. sexuality: bisexual. occupation: guest service representative at the palm motel. neighborhood: grew up in the orion avenue area, now lives in delphinus heights.

bio.

stephen was raised by irving stock. his parents were hometown sweethearts that started dating when his mom was a sophomore and his dad was a junior and somehow, they made that last. they never wanted more than to live in their little home by the beach with their family and the community they were so attached to. his mother was a social worker and his father was a firefighter and they loved their little suburban life. they had kids and got involved in their neighborhood play groups and that classic idea of the little house and the two kids and an abundance of hometown spirit.

death tw. when stephen was seven, his dad died. it was sudden, unexpected, not even related to his work or anything. it was just like one morning he was there and the next he wasn’t. and it hit his family hard. he had always been close with his dad, and after this, he became immortalized to stephen as a hero. he still bumps into people in irving who’ll have a story about how his dad, who he barely got to know, and how he was this amazing guy that he should strive to be like. it’s given him something of a complex. he’s got this idea of the person he needs to be an he’s scrambling to piece that together. it’s just not as easy to him as all the old stories lead him to believe it would be.

through it all, his mom and his sister grew closer, and stephen began to feel like something of an outsider in his own family. it wasn’t their fault, it was natural. they had things in common, a similar temperament, just these natural things bonding them that stephen wasn’t apart of. he was already spending a lot of time hanging out at other neighborhood kids houses while his mom worked, so it wasn’t a stretch for him to stick around when he realized he had more fun there than at home. so he became one of those kids that would just bounce between friends houses and look for any opportunity for a group hang or sleepover.

middle school stephen was that kid who wanted to be really funny and athletic and likable but always fell short. he wasn’t horrible by any means, he was just kind of a dork, by middle school standards. when high school came around, he was determined to rebrand himself, and it sort of worked. he grew out of his awkward phase, got a pass for his daily uniform of ratty flannels and hand-me-down levis from his mom’s friend’s kids, because now it was grunge and it was an aesthetic. he never had the confidence to try and pass himself off as Truly Cool, but he found a way to make his whole thing work as like a pretentious kind of cool guy.

but what he did not realize is while being pretentious earned him street cred with a certain group, it also made him kind of a jerk. he always had to be right or like assert his opinion even when no one fucking asked. bit pathetic. but sometimes that’s the price of being a depressed indie king....

when he graduated, he got into hospitality. part of it was a fluke: when his friends all went off to college, he needed a job. so he took one working nights at the palm motel, because it was the best pay he could find and he was still able to sleep in on weekdays which was an epic win in his mind. in the end though, he ended up loving it. it’s corny and he’d never admit it to anyone because he has a reputation to uphold, but he loves getting to feel like he’s giving the tourists that come through town a special little home away from home. he knew he loved the feeling of getting away, even if it was just down the street, when he was a kid, and he likes giving that feeling to other people. it was also around this time he started getting serious with his girlfriend and they moved into their own little place they could barely afford but still skillfully and thriftfully decorated and it felt like everything was really coming together.

like sure it wasn’t his parent’s perfect marriage and beautiful community serving jobs, but it felt like something close. something precious he could have and be proud of and use to get to sleep at night with a hope that his dad would be proud too, if he could see it.

but that was years ago, and now things have taken a turn for the worse. things lose their glimmer, over time. he still loves the idea of working at the motel, and has even worked his way up the ranks over his time there, but now working as a guest service rep, he’s dealt with enough pissed-off moms and spring breakers that fuck shit up for fun to last him a lifetime. “disgusting-little-man”gate hasn’t been great for business and he’s having to face the facts that there may not be much else for him left at the palm, but he’s also too broke to really stop and reassess the situation. icing on the cake has been his recent breakup and his car getting two flat tires at once, landing him in the ideal situation: living with his ex-girlfriend that he still has feelings for with no clue what’s gonna happen next in his life. funny sadman falls on hard times :pensive:

plotting ideas.

friends/acquaintances because he’s weirdly socialized!

enemies/people he’s pissed off being a pretentious [redacted]!

it’s always weird to ask for cousins but honestly i love extended family stuff be my cousin.

tinder date he fucked up by being too emotional about being recently dumped!

tinder date that went better and they hooked up but then he ghosted because he’s a bit out of it!

i’m out of ideas to just vaguely list but..... we talk and we plot something amazing okay?

#irvingintro #i promise i'll plot soon. i just gotta celebrate finally being DONE with these first and also possibly eat dinner

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kagetsukai · 3 years

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OTP ship questions

So... this ship questions list has been making the rounds, and since I’m neck-deep in trying to finish up the story for Sam and Benji, I’ve decided to fill out ALL OF THEM. In one go. I’m extra, sue me.

(under a cut cuz I actually like you people) :P

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

1. How did they first meet?

Sam moved to Wayhaven and into Benji’s apartment complex. They didn’t start talking until Sam was getting mugged while on her run, Benji jumped in to help her, and then she punched him on accident. Benji does like to call it “love at first punch”

2. What was their first impression of each other?

Total heart eyes on both sides. They are both total cuties and they were eyeing each other before they actually started talking. Benji thought Sam was a little withdrawn and grumpy, while Sam thought Benji was really weird for grinning like a maniac all the time.

3. Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

I mean, Tina was the driving force from the very beginning and super invested in those two idiots getting together. Once it was apparent how cute Sam and Benji were together, the entire damn town wanted them to get/stay together. Sam’s cousin Liz was like “please enjoy yourself with the man”. Hell, even Benji’s ex was happy for them!

4. Who felt romantic feelings first?

Benji. The man wears his heart on his sleeve AND is incapable of holding back. He also has more experience with knowing what such emotions feel like so he can recognize them quicker. He’ll also claim that he fell in love with Sam the moment she punched him, so there’s that.

5. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Both of them, actually! There’s a time limit on how long Sam will be staying in Wayhaven so both of them knew falling in love was a very bad idea. But they are so well-suited for each other that it was inevitable.

6. If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

I think there would be an overwhelming “hell yeah!” on both accounts, because of how strongly they feel for each other. Sam would feel a sense of relief, because she grew up hearing stories of how her sperm donor (aka bio dad) just impregnated her mother and left her behind, so knowing Benji would actually stay and love her would be a happy news. Benji would be ecstatic to know Sam is his soulmate and would probably tell everybody who stopped long enough to be told. Deep down, he’d still doubt himself and the knowledge, because he has a long history of abandonment. Even with regular reminders, he’d still be afraid that Sam would decide one day that there had been a mistake and leave.

7. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Sam would become a bonafide workaholic with a limited number of friends - to Liz’s constant frustration. If she managed to find someone that she liked well enough, she’d probably settle down with them eventually, but maybe not feel a great passion for them. Just a decent, average life in California.

Benji would have gotten together with Felix and have a happy, fulfilled life with him. He’d probably get turned into a vampire at some point, too.

GENERAL

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Benji initiated it. Sam rejected the idea of dating at first, but after some cajoling, she agreed to keep going out with him.

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

The first date was very casual and not really an official date - they went for dinner at a crab shack. Their second date was a little more dressy, with a dinner and a movie, and they both put in more effort into everything.

3. What was their first kiss like?

Amazing. Sam got a little tipsy and decided to leave a lipstick print on Benji’s neck as a way of “flirting”. Since the man is a slut for neck kisses, he took that as an invitation to have proper kisses and smooched her senseless right there and then. Sam did NOT complain.

4. Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

Sam had never had sex with a man before Benji (only had experiences with women), so it was a big deal when it happened. Benji made sure to take it slow and gave her a fantastic first-time experience.

5. What’s their height difference? Age difference?

Sam is 5’10 and Benji is 6’3, so there’s about 5 inches of difference between them. There’s about 2.5 years of difference between them in age.

6. What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Sam ends up having a decent relationship with Rebecca, after some time. It’s a little difficult to interact with someone who is barely around, but Sam tries to be nice all the same (since it’s important to Benji). She definitely has a much closer relationship with Benji’s found family, Tina and all the older ladies who appointed themselves Benji’s guardians. They all love Sam dearly and the feeling is mutual.

Benji has a fantastic relationship with Liz and her husband/kids. The kids in particular looooove hanging off Benji and using him like a jungle gym. Benji and Liz have this pact of sorts where they would murder a bitch in order to protect Sam from harm - and be each other’s alibi, too. They did start off on a slightly wrong foot, but it got cleared up quickly. That being said, Benji is not fond of Sam’s extended family - they can be challenging.

7. Who takes the lead in social situations?

Benji, always. He’s the resident extrovert and will behave like a shield for when Sam feels overwhelmed with crowds or situations.

8. Who gets jealous easier?

Benji. He rarely acts on the emotion, though. At the beginning of the relationship, he’d just get quiet and in his own head a lot; later on he’d casually bring it to Sam to make sure he has nothing to worry about.

Sam still gets jealous, though it’s not as common. After all, her man is fucking sexy and *of course* women would want to poach him. Gotta stay vigilant.

9. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

They are BOTH culprits of that one. Very often those are VERY explicit things, but mostly it’s just passing comments or even just sexy glances. Those two are *into* each other.

LOVE

1. Who said “I love you” first?

Sam, strangely enough. Having your life flash before your eyes sure makes you more willing to take chances with love ;)

2. What are their primary love languages?

Sam

Give: Acts of service, touch Receive: Quality time, touch

Benji: Give: Quality time, touch Receive: Touch, quality time

3. Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Benji, hands down. He’s a cheeseball.

4. How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

As often as they can get away with it. They are both touch starved idiots with a variety of abandonment issues, so being glued to each other is a natural state for them.

5. Who initiates kisses?

Benji, more often than not. He craves that physical reassurance from Sam ALL the time.

6. Who’s the big and little spoon?

Benji will want to be the little spoon as often as he can get away with it. He loves being held and having his hair played with, so settling half of his body into Sam’s lap is literally his favorite thing. That being said, when they sleep, he’s usually the big spoon.

7. What are their favorite things to do together?

Hiking and being active. When Benji was recovering from his stint at the hospital after Murphy, Sam would go with him on hikes to make sure he wasn’t pushing himself too much physically. Then they never stopped. Benji loves going places to photograph Sam for the millionth time. They will also go to the gym together, if their schedules align. They also love doing the couch potato things together: watching movies/Netflix or him playing video games while her feet are draped all over him as she reads her current murder mystery.

8. Who’s better at comforting the other?

Sam might be just a little better at it than Benji, but only because he has shitty impulse control and often will blurt out things he shouldn’t. Sam will generally sit and listen to Benji, cuddle him, pet his hair, etc. Benji will do similar things, but his need to crack jokes about inappropriate things gets him in trouble relatively often.

9. Who’s more protective?

Benji. He would NOT hesitate to murder a person in cold blood to keep Sam safe. It’s not exactly a healthy thing, but we all know the man needs therapy.

10. Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Benji is a cuddle monster and would be wrapped around Sam 24/7 if allowed. That being said, since Sam is a little reserved about verbalizing her feelings for him, anytime she says “I love you” first, he feels absolutely ecstatic.

Sam’s family wasn’t a very outwardly affectionate people, so she’s not used to either type of displays? That being said, since Benji is always a walking furnace, she absolutely loves when he gives her cuddles. It’s her favorite thing.

11. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

*opens up their playlist*

Camila Cabello - Easy Amber Run - I Found Dermot Kennedy - Power Over Me X Ambassador - Unsteady Hozier - Work Song

12. What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Benji calls Sam “baby” all the time. She usually just calls him Benji, but also occasionally “mi carino” or “my love”. Pretty sure he dies every time she calls him “my love”.

13. Who remembers the little things?

I feel like they’re both pretty good about remembering the little things. Sam is better about remembering significant dates, but that’s because she has a digital calendar and isn’t afraid to use it :P

DOMESTIC LIFE

1. If they get married, who proposes?

Benji is the one who proposes. It happens on a random night while getting ready for bed, while they’re both in the bathroom in their bedclothes. It’s adorable and very them.

2. What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

The wedding would most likely happen in Wayhaven. I can’t imagine either Benji or Sam wanting a huge ceremony, but since they’ve become the town’s favorite lovebirds, it kind of goes out of control. Once some of their supernatural friends get involved, it really goes a little crazy. It ends up happening at a city park so it can fit all of the attendees. Some of Sam’s family flies in from out of town. Tina is Benji’s best “man” and Liz is Sam’s matron of honor. Benji absolutely loses his shit when he sees Sam in the wedding dress walking down the aisle and totally disrupts the ceremony to try to kiss her out of turn. Other than a ridiculous number of people there (seriously, probably at least half of the town shows up), it’s a pretty chill party, with lots of remembrance of Sam’s mom and Benji’s dad. Let’s just say it was a good day :)

3. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

There are a few AUs for these dorks, but in most of those they have two kids: a girl and a boy. Ella is precocious, outgoing, clever, and energetic. Liam is a giant cuddle bug with a gorgeous smile and a big heart, who prefers to tinker with things in a workshop than get involved with his older sister’s shenanigans.

4. Do they have any pets?

They eventually end up with two dogs that they take on their hikes. They only have one dog for the longest time because apartment living isn’t exactly conducive to pet ownership. Once they get a house, they expand their menagerie. There might be a stray cat they sorta adopt, too.

5. Who’s the stricter parent?

Sam, hands down. Benji is a giant pushover for his wife and children, and would let his kids climb all over him, as long as they were happy.

6. Who worries the most?

That really depends on what about. Benji is perpetually worried about keeping his family safe and provided for. Sam has anxiety about a variety of small things and it’s not hard for her to worry about random stuff.

7. Who kills the bugs in the house?

Depends on the bugs. Benji loathes spiders so Sam’s in charge of removing those. Sam absolutely cannot deal with centipedes and roaches, so Benji gets to kill those.

8. How do they celebrate holidays?

When it’s just the two of them, they either go visit one of their friends in town and spend it with them. Once kids arrive, they do holidays at home and tend to go big in the food department. Rebecca is always invited, but it depends on whether she can make it that time or not. They like it when holidays are warm and filled with happiness/laughter.

9. Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Benji. If he’s not working that morning, he would not want to leave the bed and would do everything in his power to keep Sam in there.

10. Who’s the better cook?

Sam. Benji isn’t terrible at it, but Sam is so much better that he rarely bothers with it. Also, Sam tends to treat cooking as stress relief (chopping veggies is great anger management), so he lets her do the thing in peace. That being said, if she’s too tired to cook, or it’s been a long day, or the kids are demanding her attention, Benji feels comfortable enough in the kitchen to take over and make dinner.

11. Who likes to dance?

Sam, hands down. Her mom loved to dance so she grew up around it. Unfortunately, Benji has two left feet so she doesn’t have many opportunities to flex those muscles (outside of occasional slow-dancing in the kitchen). She will occasionally drag Tina out for a night of dancing and go to a salsa club. It can really hit the spot.

#oc: Samantha Lopez #foc: Benjamin Fox #Samji #the ship that occupies my brain #living rent free in my head

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the-salty-asian · 4 years

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Chapter One | The Weaver

A/n: Hey look a series I’m going to finish this time! I’m super super excited to share this with you guys and I’ve worked really hard to perfect it! I hope you enjoy it! :))

Summary: A new girl moves in across from Peter and infiltrates his life.

Warnings: none that I can think of

Word Count: 2.1K

Y/n had never loved the city, it was too busy, too loud, and a drastic contrast from what her true home was. She missed the stars at night, the sweet smell of grass, and most of all the quiet. An ache wrapped around her heart and squeezed, she missed it already. The feeling quickly moved to her stomach, turning to boiling rage at having to leave her home because of the carelessness of a few superhumans. She swiped at the tears that prickled her eyes, the sooner this was over the sooner she could go back home.

Through the glass she spied the curly headed boy rushing with his head down towards the door. A devilish grin tugged at her lips, he was right on time. She positioned herself in front of the building’s door and braced herself for its impact. It swung open, the metal collided with her shoulder causing her hands to release the boxes she had been carrying. They fell onto the sidewalk as y/n staggered from the force.

“ohmygodimsosorry!”

A pair of strong arms steadied her and she was met with the warmest brown eyes she had ever seen. He stepped back from her, concern written all over his face.

“Are you ok?”

“Yea, I’m fine,”she let out a breathy laugh. “I just hope whatever’s in these didn’t break.”

Y/n crouched to pick up the boxes and a few random items that had fallen out of them.

The boy kneeled beside her, “Here, let me help you with those.”

“Oh no, you don’t really have to-”she began to protest.

“No no, I gotcha! I’m your friendly neighborhood-”he stopped as if the next few words were to reveal a secret. “well neighbor.”

Y/n stopped them halfway down the hallway at her door. When his eyes fell upon the door, they lit up and he turned to her with a goofy smile.

“Hey you’re right across from my place! If you need anything just knock! ”

“Thank you-”

“Peter,” the boy extended his arm out to her.

She took it with the warmest smile she could conjure, “Y/n.”

“I guess I’ll see you around then?”

“Yea, see you around.”

A smirk played on her lips while her eyes lingered on the wood across the hall from her. Peter didn’t have a single clue about the web he had flown into.

The next morning, y/n was thankful to not cross Peter Parker’s path on the way to school. While the life of the city bustled around her, she went over the plans she had created. For the past few weeks, all that had occupied her mind was how to claw her way into his life. It had been so easy to meet and the plan was a small snowball rolling down a hill. But she still needed to be cautious not to leave out the one factor that could be her end, Elizabeth Allan, the daughter of the Vulture. Y/n would bet on her life that Liz would be out for her the moment she set foot on campus. Likewise, she could do the same to Liz and risk having herself dragged down too.

As Midtown High School came into view, a sense of dread dragged at her feet. This was her weight to pull, to be the daughter her father needed.

Y/n soon came to find that lunch time was the worst high school experience, especially for the new kid. Her eyes roamed the tides of students buzzing around the cafeteria, all of their conversations turning into one jumbled frequency that made her head hurt. Across the room, Liz glared at her with the rest of her sharks, just waiting for a drop of y/n’s blood to send them into a frenzy. The only thing that was keeping her afloat was, their fathers’ truce, that was until Peter was dead. Once one of them squashed the spider, Liz was free to tear out her throat with her perfectly manicured nails. Y/n’s lip curled up slightly as she wiggled her fingers at her enemy. In return her eyes hardened as if she had the power to turn y/n to stone. If she was going to die, she might as well give Liz a run for her money.

Y/n’s eyes scanned the cafeteria once more until they found the one person who landed her in Midtown in the first place. The hatred made her stomach churn and turn her saliva to acid at laying eyes on him. Beside him sat a chubby boy with floppy black hair. They mirrored each other perfectly. One hand propped up their heads and their gazed held by the one and only Elizabeth Allan. She had to give it to the girl, Liz barely interacted with Peter and yet she could ask him to drop a bus on himself and he would do it. If she could do that, y/n could barely imagine what Peter would do once she had him in her web.

“Hey Pete!”

He remained unfazed by her greeting that sparked the annoyance in her stomach. She glanced back at Liz who flashed her a taunting smile. For a moment, y/n imagined what it’d be like to knock out her perfect teeth.

She cleared her throat, breaking Peter from Liz’s spell. When he looked up to meet her, his eyes widened to the size of the personal pizzas the lunch ladies were serving, “Y/n, h-hey what’s up?”

Under the table he stomped hard on his friend’s foot causing the chubby boy to wince in pain. He opened his mouth to berate Peter before his eyes fell on y/n standing before the two. She forced the sweetest smile she could muster onto her lips.

“Is this seat taken?”

The curly headed boy stared at her in disbelief, his mouth moved to speak but no words passed his lips.

“Take it,” his friend cut in. He shoved his hand in front of Peter’s face towards her. “I’m Ned.”

Y/n inwardly rolled her eyes as she took it, “Y/n.”

Across the table, the girl rolled her eyes over the top of her book, “Wow a female is talking to you boys, congratulations.”

Y/n turned towards the girl awaiting an introduction that never came. The mysterious bookworm continued on as if she had never said anything. A feeling in her stomach told her that this girl would add onto the ever growing amount of obstacles. Nonetheless, y/n tucked away the thought for later and took the empty spot next to Peter, who had turned his attention back to Liz.

“So I need a favor,”

“Hm? Yea,”Ned nudged his friend's arm causing his chin to fall out of his hand. “Sorry! What do you need?”

“Could you show me where AP Bio is?”she laughed nervously. “This school is ten times bigger than my last one.”

That much was true, y/n’s schooling had been confined to wherever her father would drag them. She couldn’t remember the last time she had stepped foot into one.

“Yes of course!”

“But Peter our class is on the-”

The look on Peter’s face cut him off, “It’ll be no problem at all Ned!”

Ned’s cast a wary glance at his best friend before returning to his meal.

“Great thank you!”

An awkward silence blanketed the table that seemed unnatural to the buzzing atmosphere around them.

“Hey, did you know Peter has an internship with Stark industries?”

“Ned!”

So that was his cover. She turned to look at a now blushing Peter stumbling over an explanation. If he weren’t the enemy she’d find it almost endearing. Almost.

“Is that true, Parker?”

“U-um yea it’s a bit complicated.”

“Have you met Mr.Stark?”

“Yea briefly, he’s a busy man- I can um show you to the science wing now. That’s if you want.”

“That’d be perfect!”

Peter stood abruptly almost knocking the contents of his lunch tray into his lap. Y/n followed in suit, saying a quick goodbye to Ned before weaving through the lunch tables to keep up with Peter. Over the sea of student heads she found Liz’s eyes boring into her skin. A venomous smile spread onto her face as she slipped her a wink. Their little game of chess had just begun.

Y/n spent the next two hours watching the clock tick at a pain-stakingly slow pace. Thoughts of skipping teased at her mind until the bell rang at 2:45. She pushed through the wall of students desperate to leave the hell hole. It was foreign for every little thing she did to be ruled by a bell. Come to think of it, Midtown High School wasn’t too far off from a prison. A voice in her head nagged at her, that would become her life if she were to slip up. But she wouldn’t, there was no way she could-

“Y/n wait!”

She stopped in her tracks and quickly hid her annoyance before turning to greet him. Peter was running down the sidewalk trying desperately to keep all of his textbooks cradled to his chest. He didn’t stop until he reached her and even then he was barely out of breath.

“Yes?”

“D-Do you mind if I walk home with you? I mean not to your home but to my house, apartment. I-”

He was cut off by her placing a hand on his shoulder. Y/n bit back her laughter watching the effect her contact had on him already. Peter had gone silent automatically and his eyes were wide in shock. A small grin played on her face, she was already making strides larger than Liz.

“Don’t kill yourself Pete.” she let out a fake laugh. “It’d kinda look weird if we didn’t, ya know? One of us trailing the other like a stalker?”

“Y-yea I guess.”

Peter fell into stride with her as an uncomfortable silence lingered about them. As they waited for the subway, y/n went to work digging into the life of Peter Parker.

“So the girl who was at your table, is she your girlfriend?”

“MJ? No, no way! We’re just friends.”

The slight change in Peter’s voice didn’t go unnoticed by her ears and the light pink on his cheeks betrayed him. For having a secret lifestyle, Peter was very bad at lying.

“You know,”he stole a glance at her. “you’re asking all of these questions and I don’t know anything about you. For all I know you could be plotting a murder.”

The corner of her lip turned up, oh if only he knew.

“Shoot.”

“Where are you from?”

“We move around a lot, never in one spot for too long.”

Peter continued to fire questions at her and every single one she dismissed with a lie or bent truth. For every three questions, she was allowed to ask him one. In no time at all, their apartment building loomed over them. A cloud of frustration weighed on her chest, she had barely scratched the surface. They climbed the stairs together, y/n didn’t remember when she had offered to help carry his textbooks, but the added weight made her struggle.

He turned to her at the door,“Well here we are.”

She dumped the textbooks into his arms,“Thank you, Pete!.”

“Don’t mention it.”he grinned. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“Yea, tomorrow.”

Y/n let the door slip behind her and slumped against it’s wood. She massaged her cheeks with her knuckles, loosening the sore muscles from smiling all day.

“Good first day?”

Y/n’s body tensed at the calm, steely voice that reached out to her. She turned to face it’s owner. Donovan Sinclair sat in his armchair, his attention occupied with the latest issue of The Daily Bugle. He didn’t look a day over thirty and surely not anything like his daughter. The only thing y/n inherited from him was his cold (y/e/c) stare that could silence a room. She gave him one now, wishing that it would make him spontaneously combust but she had never been that lucky.

“Oh come on it couldn’t have been that bad!”

When she didn’t reply, he folded up his paper and stood with a sigh. Within three strides he was towering over her, making y/n squirm under the weight of his stare.

“All I need you to do is get him to trust you, ok? It can’t be that hard, bat your eyelashes, sweet talk him, he’s a boy he’ll come through. Just remember you’re the spider-”

“And he’s the fly, I’m pretty sure I got it by now.”

She flinched as his hand landed in her hair, “That’s my good girl.”

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roswelldetails · 4 years

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RNM 2x10 - American Woman

EPISODE SUMMARY:

SECRETS OF THE PAST — After uncovering a cryptic message from the past, Alex (Tyler Blackburn), Isobel (Lily Cowles), Max (Nathan Dean), Michael (Michael Vlamis) and Maria (Heather Hemmens) set out in search of answers at the reservation where Alex’s mother grew up. Meanwhile, Cameron (guest star Riley Voelkel) encourages Liz (Jeanine Mason) to reach out to someone from her past after Auturo (guest star Carlos Compean) gets detained. Marcus Stokes directed the episode written by Rick Montano & Vincent Ingaro & Jason Gavin (#210). Original airdate 5/18/2020.

DETAILS:

Tripp brings Louise to the Reservation in a body bag where the Navajo doctors are able to save her life.

"Your message said that you were gonna bring two women that would be no trouble. This looks like a lot of trouble."

"I must have gotten the codes wrong."

"No, don't give me that Manes man nonsense. Not here in my own home."

"Her name is Louise. I promised her friend Nora I'd protect them. My brother triggered an ambush before I could get them here. And Nora…"

"Wait, what does the Air Force want them for?"

"They're not from around here. They're from...up north."

"Yìiyáh. No. She can't stay here… What if your brother comes here and finds a fugitive. I can't put my people at risk for a white woman."

"Please. You're the only person I trust. If she doesn't make it, it was all for nothing."

"I'll have you remember that I was the one that saved your ass in Okinawa. I don't owe you anything. I'm only doing this because you're my family. And because I'm a damn fool."

A few notes on this scene:

--I don't know why Tripp pretends he got the codes wrong. Unless he's spiraling and talking about the timing of the attack. But it seems like he means the message that he was bringing them to the reservation. Clearly things didn't go according to plan. Though, it is always possible that we're still missing bits of the story.

--OG Easter Egg. "They're not from around here. They're from up north." For anyone who didn't watch OG, this is almost exactly how the exchange went when Max told Liz he was an alien in the 1999 pilot.

--Yìiyáh - I found nothing on this word. I'm assuming that it's a curse word or general exclamation of negativity, but literally got zero results on google. It's possible, of course, that it's misspelled in the captions. There were a lot of errors in the captions in this opening scene.

--While there really isn't any overt statement that Alex is half Navajo and this town is part of Navajo Nation (which has been in the news a lot lately and therefore is a good place in this country to be aware of), there's lots of clues or subtle enough statements that I feel like it can be accepted as fact, since: Harrison is a codetalker, the necklace is Navajo, tsela is a Navajo word. So I did a little peeking and it could work. The closest Navajo town is about a 4 hour drive from Roswell.

Navajo Nation:

(side note - Navajo Nation has extreme poverty but also is utterly gorgeous. And the Tribe gets income from tourism. Just a few places there that I'm dying to go? Monument Valley, Antelope Canyon, Shiprock. Check it out.)

Liz comments on Max's irregular heartbeat, with literally no acknowledgment of the fact that she's straddling him and has a history of causing his heart to race...and other forms of lack of control (think 1x03).

"I'm excited about this though. You know Alex dug up all that info on our bio Mom. You sure you can't come?"

"Got to take my dad in for his blood tests. I want to check on Jenna too. Cannot believe she's back in the hospital again."

"She's been in pain for weeks. I have no leads on the mysterious hunting van, and Charlie hasn't made contact."

"Hmm. To be fair, I do hear that phone service is a little spotty in flying saucers."

"Okay, I get that. You think my alien abduction theory is bogus."

"I know you're worried that this has something to do with you, but I don't think this is an alien thing."

"Cam and I had fractal burns on our necks. We had no memory of what happened. That's alien stuff. I just want clarity on something."

--Note that it's past time to abandon all hope of anything resembling a defined timeline for this show...once again we have weeks passing between episodes. This is the second time this season that the time passing has only been generically described as "weeks". It's been at least a year since Liz came back to Roswell (per her conversation with Diego), but a year would be summer (late May or early June, specifically), and in this episode Isobel mentions that it's winter (which would be a year and a half).

Maria's pitch:

"In conclusion, esteemed members of the Roswell Tourism Board, while the Pony is normally a sanctuary for locals during CrashCon, I think that my plan to turn it into the Contact Cantina Pop-Up Bar will be a hit with alien fans."

"We're talking more money than we first speculated, aren't we now?"

"You know, Mayor Bernhardt, I forgot to tell you about our new morning cocktail… It's coffee, vanilla cream, and our best bourbon. Let me get you a double."

Note: so this is the famous Mayor Bernhardt. Funded by the Long family. Doesn't like immigrants. Had a racist relative who wouldn't give first prize to the black man.

Maria's vision…

Herself, younger, sitting at the Pony bar.

"You have to let me go! You're just crazy! And I'm trapped!"

And then she runs from the bar crying.

She's not wearing the necklace.

Describing it to Michael:

"I had a vision, but it was more like a memory. Of a fight I had with my mom when I was younger."

Isobel interrupts Michael and Maria to pick them up for the road trip. Just a few relevant excepts from this scene:

"Pack your bags. We're going on a family road trip."

"Is this why Max wanted the day off?"

"In the photo of Max and Isobel's bio Mom, there was a water tower. Alex recognized that water tower from the town where his mom grew up. You should come with us."

Alex and Forrest talk in the Crashdown:

"Hope that limp isn't from a paintball injury."

"Nope. Those bruises have mostly healed. I just got a new prosthetic. Takes a minute to get used to. You working on your book?"

"I write my book on my computer. However, I write my angsty emo poetry in an angsty emo journal."

"I'm actually working on some poetry myself. Well, song lyrics, technically. It's a lot harder than it was in high school."

"Yeah, writing was easier for me when I was a kid too. Feelings...we bury 'em now. You just got to find that thing inside of you that doesn't have a voice. Lend it yours. You know? Listen, I have like, zero musical talent, but if you need help with the worst part, we could, uh…"

"Actually I'm leaving tomorrow for a few days to go talk to some recruits."

Michael interruptus, and the conversation goes casual.

--What happened to "angsty nerd isn't really my type." Or...was it FORESHADOWING!!!?! 😂

--Oh hi there clear shot of Forrest's clearly Deep Sky logoed ring…

Cam has been having debilitating migraines that have been keeping her bedridden since the abduction.

Nurse Kate is a badass. she tries to keep ICE from getting into a patient's room. Liz hears her and hurries to the waiting room, where there's more ICE activity. Liz panics and tries to get Arturo out of the hospital, but she caught the attention of the ICE officers. However, Liz knows her rights.

"He has applied for his green card. I'm his sponsor, okay? This is his G-1145 right here."

"You can show that to the court."

"It's okay. Call the lawyer."

"No. He is a diabetic. It is illegal to detain a patient."

"Exigent circumstances. Move."

"No. Hey, this is an unconstitutional arrest and the ACLU will be all over you."

"Elizabeth, we respect the law in this family. If you're in trouble, who will take care of the mouse?"

--G-1145 is a request for confirmation that your green card application has been accepted:

--The timing of this all. Liz has been prepared for this moment all her life and would fight it to the point of getting arrested herself, if not for Rosa. Rosa's safety is the only thing that convinces Liz to step aside.

--As an only semi related note, this is a really interesting contrast to how they wrote Jeanine's character out on Grey's Anatomy.

--Also feel like it would be remiss of me to not point out Liz's reactiveness and fightinf mentality is mirroring how Liz initially reacted to Max pulling her over in the pilot.

"Okay. So the Deputy on call says there's one detention center in the county. Here's the info."

"He doesn't have anything left in Mexico. No one. Nowhere to go."

"You can't think like that right now."

"I think like this always. Rosa and I used to recite our escape plan for if our parents got deported and we got separated in foster care. I begged my parents not to tell Santa where we lived because I was afraid he'd ask for papers. My whole life was built on a fear of this day coming, and it's here. If I'd have kept better track of his health, he wouldn't need these tests. I should have made him move to California. I thought we were safe being outside the hundred-mile zone, but after this election I should have known better. And I should have made him wear a sweater this morning because it's freezing out there. And what if he…?"

"...okay think. Is there someone we can call?"

"Kyle's at a conference, but I can have him call his mom."

"Do you know anyone with some real power? You know, Federal muscle?"

Cam gets dressed to take Liz to the Detention Center and Liz calls Diego for help.

The road trip group arrive at the reservation and meet Gregory Manes. He says he remembers them all from high school. He takes Max, Michael, and Isobel to learn about Louise while Alex and Maria go jewelry shopping.

Meanwhile Gregory is taking the Pod Squad to Louise's grave, but pauses for some flirting:

"You're still the Isobel Evans who convinced the basketball captain to pull four different fire alarms to get out of AP Gov, right? Yeah, legend. Here she is."

"Oh my God, it's covered in flowers. It's winter."

"Rumor is they grow year-round unattended. She was a healer. I'm told she helped with trauma, addiction, that sort of thing. All without speaking."

"This another grave?"

"She was pregnant."

"Louise arrived gravely injured. And the baby didn't survive.

--Louise died the same day the Pod Squad came out of the pods, confirming that she is probably the old woman on the reservation that was described in 1x09.

--Michael found the mysterious purple flowers growing on Louise's grave.

Alex and Maria at the trading post.

"Are you okay? Seem a little off."

"I had a vision during a meeting this morning. It almost cost me a deal that could save the bar. Maybe I should just wear the necklace. Go back to being a social media guru. Slash barkeep. Slash magical trope in our redneck mayor's fantasy."

"So why did you really come today? Your ideal day off isn't fighting for the radio silence with Isobel Evans, so…"

"This is the back of my necklace. The word stamped in the silver says Tsela. The necklace is Navajo, so I thought maybe that was the jeweler, but no one I've asked here seems to know who made it. I just want answers."

"Well, there's a ton of silver jewelry for sale here. So why don't we just keep looking for something with the same stamp?"

Pod Squad sharing a bottle of acetone by Louise's grave.

"Noah said our planet was war-torn. But the hell they found here can't have been worth it."

"Do you think that Louise's baby died from her injuries or do you think maybe it was never going to survive?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I was pregnant. When you died. Obviously I'm not anymore. I just can't help wondering if that was my last chance. Assuming that humans and aliens can't procreate because they're different species. Maybe that little baby wasn't viable."

"You almost died during the abortion, didn't you? I could feel it. Noah almost killed you again, huh? Oh, I need a minute."

After Max leaves Michael offers to be a sperm donor for Isobel if she ever wants to have a kid.

Liz at the Detainment Center

"It's Ortecho. Arturo Ortecho. He's my dad. And he needs gliclazide and beta-blockers. I brought both."

"We can't take contraband here, but there is an infirmary on-site, if he's here."

"You know, out of curiosity, did Nebane Abienwi visit an infirmary before he died of a brain bleed in your custody? What about Johana Medina León? She was 25 years old, okay? People walk through those doors and they die...Who's your supervisor? You need prior approval before conducting enforcement in a hospital. There was a compliance memo."

"Right, a memo, which is just like a law only not. Unless you calm down, I'm gonna arrest you for obstruction."

"Okay, Liz, maybe sit down. Sir, I'm Deputy Jenna Cameron, and we appreciate your interpretation of your guidelines, but we have an urgent health concern about an inmate here, if you just wouldn't mind checking the system."

Jenna goes with the agent…when she returns...

"Do you have a court case next week for a vandalism charge?"

"What? Yes, but I didn't do it. I'm just gonna plead guilty and pay the fine. It's nothing."

"They denied your dad's green card application because of a misdemeanor on your record. You can't be his sponsor."

Jenna's headaches overtake her. Meanwhile, the ICE agent comes back with news:

"Here just came up. Ortecho is being transferred to El Paso for his deportation hearing. You can see him there around Tuesday."

--Liz's misdemeanor is taking the fall for Rosa's vandalism from when she was arrested by Sheriff Valenti in 2x02.

Gregory takes the Pod Squad to see Harrison who is on his death bed. Manes boys are always welcome here, the woman tells them. Harrison is the only one Louise ever spoke to on the reservation.

"He met my great uncle Tripp Manes fighting in WWII. Harry was a code talker."

Michael gets Gregory to leave with him so that Max and Isobel can go inside of Harrison's head. Their conversation:

"You look like her."

"Harrison. You look different."

"That was a lesson I learned from Louise. How to take your mind to a better time when you're in pain. Come on. I haven't seen the sky in a while. I'll tell you about her...I taught Tripp the codes in the Pacific. That's how we set up the rescue. He was supposed to snuggle Louise and Nora here, but the plan fell apart."

In the past between Harrison and Tripp:

"You've changed. The man I met on that ship obeyed orders."

"Guess I saw what happens when good men fall in line with bad orders. I'm a Christian, Harry. When evil itself tells me to kill a woman with child, I disobey. Even if the evil looks just like my brother."

A nurse rolls Louise into the room in a wheelchair.

"Did you find a family for her?"

"There should be music where you take her. I think she's a dancer."

"You can give her a house full of music, Louise. Nora wanted me to protect you so that you could protect the child."

"No. He's coming for me and I can't even move. No. When the devil comes, I won't be able to fight for her. Please. It is hard to be a woman on your planet. It's only gonna be harder still for her. Roy Bronson believed in meeting hatred with compassion. And I want her to be like him. A light in the darkness. A little star on the ground. I want that for both my girls."

"Where did he take the baby?"

"Can't say."

"No. Tell us where our sister went."

"She isn't your sister. Louise rarely spoke, but when she did, she spoke of two daughters. Two stars on the ground. She had no sons. You aren't hers. You came from something else...She lived for decades longer than she should have, trapped inside of a body that could no longer dance, waiting for a sign that you would be all right. She loved you."

Jenna wakes up back at the hospital.

"I asked them to run a new test. Your headaches are spinal headaches. Because there was a hole torn into your spinal cord."

"I'm sorry, what? My kidnappers gave me a spinal tap?"

"Do you mind signing off so I can look at your tox screen?"

"Yeah, of course, but, Liz, you don't have to do this, okay? Your dad, and…"

"I need a distraction. I can't leave for El Paso until tomorrow, and they're not letting him have visitors other than his lawyer until Tuesday, so...thank you for being here. You used your privilege to help me. I'm furious that I needed it, but I needed it."

--Reposado is a type of tequila

--Spinal Headaches:

Isobel and Max on what they learned from Harrison:

"You've always been different than me and Michael, okay? Always. You were the leader. From the start. I mean, you're the special one. You're the healer."

"I was. Now I can't even sneeze without my heart skipping a beat. All my life, no matter how weird things got, I never felt alone. Because I was your twin. Maybe I'm different. Maybe I'm a freak...I can't stop thinking about being chained up when I was a kid. It didn't feel like someone bad chained me up. It felt like I was the someone bad."

"Max, you're not dangerous."

"Saving people destroys me. But killing Noah? That felt good. I was high. And whenever I think about what he did to you, I want to chase that high. I wish I could kill him a thousand times. Louise mentioned the devil. Maybe something evil was chasing them. And maybe that something was me."

"Okay. I want to show you something. You see this hand on her shoulder there? See, Michael thought it was just someone who got cropped out of the photo, but no. Any female would recognize that body language. She does not want that hand on her. Louise said the devil would come. I think something evil was after them, but it wasn't you. I want to find out who it was."

Alex and Gregory:

"Hey, I just wanted to say thank you before we go. I also feel like I should congratulate you on getting out."

"Of the Navy?"

"Of the family. Getting out from under Dad."

"You got to break free of him, man."

"Do you feel free?"

"I don't think I get to be free until you are, Alex. You know, you're my brother. I wish that I would've stood up for you more."

"You know, I think he's actually getting a little bit better. It's like the stroke melted away the psycho in his brain or something."

"If you can forgive him you should. Cast off the stone. Let me hate him for you. I owe you that much."

Back at the trading post with the whole road trip group.

"We scoured the store for jewelry that said Tsela on it, but nada. Although I did manage to spend an entire week's worth of tips anyway."

"Tsela?"

"Yeah it was printed on the back of my grandmother's necklace. I thought I might find some answers here."

"Well, apparently, it is Navajo for star on the ground. So, you guys ready to go?"

"Star on the ground. Maria? What year was your grandmother born?"

"Uh, '48, I think?"

"Was she adopted?"

"Yeah. Oh my God."

"Your grandmother was my sister."

Note: The direct translation of Tsela is stars lying down. Interestingly, it's often a name in Navajo. When I googled it, the top results were names for Navajo boys.

Diego and Liz's conversation:

"Diego, I never would have reached out if it weren't an emergency. Thank your mom for me."

"The Senator was more than happy to call in a favor. She's always liked you."

"I like her too. We need more people like her."

"Look, we got lucky your dad got out at all, much less without an ankle monitor. And you pissed a few people off back there, so it's not likely that this is the end for you. Who's your lawyer? Or should I make some calls?"

"No, you've done enough. After what I did, I can't even believe you listened to my voicemail...How did you get here so fast?"

"I was at the airport in Phoenix when you called. Just had to reroute real fast."

"And how have you been?"

"Well, my fiancée left me. I'm kidding. No, I'm seeing someone. It's getting pretty serious, so…"

"Good. Me too."

"Good. We can be friends...And don't take this the wrong way. Please tell me you're not wasting that incredible brain of yours writing alien hamburger puns."

"I am working on a few projects. Nothing I can talk about, but, I'm not wasting anything."

"Well, all the coolest studies make you sign NDAs anyway, so…"

"You know what? There actually is something...Do you know what butyricol is? Worth a shot. It's this chemical I found in my friend's tox screen. I had never heard of it."

"Maybe you're slacking, Ortecho."

"I am sorry, it has only been a year. Did you literally forget everything about me?"

Note: I'm very pleased to say that when I googled butyricol, half of the top results were RNM related. Definitely not a real drug.

Malex fight in the bunker:

"We're closed!"

"Hey, that alien console piece that Jim Valenti left me...You still have it?"

"No. I sold it on eBay."

"You didn't attach it to your console."

"I tried. Doesn't fit."

"So, Tripp left this for my dad before he died. My dad thought it was a code, but this is a reference sketch of this exact piece. My dad's been looking for this thing for 30 years and Jim Valenti had it all along...I'm gonna give it to him. I want to see what he does with it once he's got it. Look, if it didn't fit in your console, then it fits somewhere else. My dad could lead us there.""Your dad hunts aliens, Alex. He'll lead my family right off a cliff."

"I've protected you so far. That's not changing. Besides, he's different these days...I don't trust him, Guerin. I just…I'm asking you to trust me.""When we were kids, you believed people were good, despite humanity doing everything to prove you otherwise. And, God, I loved you for it. But what was charming when we were 17, it's just stupid now. How do you not see that? You believe there's some good in your father?"

"Yeah. Yeah I do. God forbid I have faith in people who don't give me a good reason to."

"That's not fair."

"No? Why is your hand covered? You miss your injury because you want to hurt. Your anger made you feel safe. I will always hate my father for what he did to you, but I don't want to live in that toolshed for the rest of my life. I don't want to walk around thinking that people don't change, that one day everyone's just gonna let me down, 'cause I am not building a damn rocket ship in a hidden lair. There's one way for me off this planet. And I need to believe in a reason to stay. I promise I'll keep you safe."

"Can't let you leave with that."

"What are you gonna do? Fight me for it?"

And then Alex leaves and is kidnapped. Hit over the head by an unknown assailant. The note from Tripp blows away.

Max and Liz are talking back at Max's house while Max drinks a lot of bourbon.

"You know, you never told me why your parents immigrated here in the first place."

"My dad wanted a family, but not in Juárez. There was no opportunity, no money. Women were disappearing there all the time. He didn't want my mom to be one of them. So he fled. You're wondering why your family came here."

"If I even had a family. I know so little about my own story. And the parts I thought I understood are just unraveling."

"Max. Family is the one area where I am certain that biology does not matter. Look, when I found out that Rosa was only my half sister that didn't change anything."

"This is different...There are only three of us on this planet, as far as we know. I mean, feeling disconnected from them makes me feel completely alone."

"Completely alone? I'm right here."

"When you needed a rescue today your Mensa society, old money son of a senator ex was there to answer your prayers. I couldn't even answer a call. You didn't need me."

"Oh my God. Okay, so would you prefer that I did need you? Would you prefer to come home to find me crying into my dad's windbreaker so that you can swoop me up and drive me to El Paso for his deportation hearing in the morning?"

"That's not fair. You wanted me to talk about today."

"Yes, okay. I'm sorry. I want you to feel better."

"Well, you think maybe you could go back in time and not meet someone as handsome as Diego? Seriously. He's like if someone mixed a cologne ad with a Kennedy. It's ridiculous. I will never feel adequate again."

"You're wrong. Max, let me be clear. You are objectively better in bed...And I never woke up on a Sunday morning to him singing Hank Williams in the shower...He never snuck unreasonable tips into my dad's checks. Or quoted Henry the Fourth. Coming home to you at the end of my worst days and my best days is the only rescue I need."

I actually found this background on the Ortechos to be fascinating. In case you don't know Juárez is a pretty big city directly opposite the border from El Paso. It does have some huge crime issues. But it also is one of those border cities where the border is a little thinner. Like San Diego and Tijuana. People live in Juárez and work in El Paso and vice versa.

If you want to see a really dark & gritty portrayal of Juárez, I'd highly recommend you to check out the American version of the show The Bridge. Which literally deals with an investigation related to disappearing women.

Isobel and Maria at the Pony:

"She looks so determined."

"Yeah, neither of us would be here if she hadn't been. You know she was paralyzed 50 years and she still managed to use her powers to help ease troubled minds. You know how hard that is? To take on someone else's suffering? I mean, it doesn't just disappear. She would have been carrying all of that."

"She suffered so much loss."

"I don't know how to be worth it."

Michael on the bracelet.

"The beads are made with pollen from the alien flower. I found another plant growing at Louise's grave. Okay my working theory is that they grow from alien remains. There's this UFO lore about that Libyan desert where the flowers have been discovered before. You don't have to wear it if you don't want to. I know better than to think I can save Maria DeLuca. I hope you decide you can save yourself."

Max is still drinking after Liz went to bed. At 4:04am Diego calls and wakes her up.

"I made a call, about that toxin in your friend's system. Butyricol. It's a drug. It's a memory eraser. It was developed by a private organization and purchased by the military for weaponization. There's no approved application outside of violent combat."

Liz tries to call Alex, but he's too busy being unconscious in the back of his SUV. So his kidnapper pockets his phone.

Max has a memory flash. There's fighting, weapons clashing, a woman's voice...all while he's chained down in the cave. Louise appears and kneels down to touch his shoulder. He looks afraid, but she's trying to comfort him (even though she has blood splattered all over her white clothes). She smiles and nods and then cuts Max free of the chains with her alien weapon. She offers him her hand, but before he can take it a figure in white appears and he and Louise fight. Max cries out and hides his face.

Present day Max is visibly shook by the flash.

MUSIC:

1. Shelly Fairchild "Worry No More"

2. Powerslide "Just You And I"

3. Will Fox "Against The Tide"

4. Tommee Profitt feat. Sam Tinnesz "Bullet With Butterfly Wings"

#roswell new mexico #details #rnm season 2 #episode details #long post #rnm 210 #american woman

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Biden, #MeToo, and why I can’t support him.

Anyone who supports Biden, by my reckoning, is fine with putting their name to yet another sexual predator in the White House

Where’s the outrage, people? All you #MeToo supporters out there are fantastically quiet about the accusation leveled against Biden. Where are all of you who were appalled at the recording of trump bragging how the rich and powerful can just walk up and grab a woman by the pussy? That’s what Biden actually DID (allegedly). If you’re fine with Biden, hand in your #MeToo card and strike the word ‘feminist’ or ‘humanist’ from your personal bios.

If you don’t know a woman who’s a survivor, then you don’t know women. That means that none of them have trusted you enough to tell you their stories. I’ve heard many. Once upon a time, I was in a relationship with one and I heard her horror story. She felt that her freaking out when we tried to get intimate with me was unfair so she left. Then she killed herself.

Is Biden REALLY better than trump? Really? Really? Of trump, whom I loathe more than anyone else on Earth, I can say, with all honesty, this much: I KNOW where I stand with him and his band of fuckwits. ALL of his fuckery has been mostly done out in the open. While everyone’s freaking out over it, they’re all huddling behind Biden; many out of such sheer desperation to remove trump that they’ve literally allowed the Democratic party to compromise them and their morals and core beliefs. IF you’re supporting Biden, you’re not compromising, YOU’VE BEEN COMPROMISED. You ALLOWED the Democratic party to lower their own standards SO low they’re practically as filthy as the GOP only there’s one sad, horrible difference between them and just one- While the GOP is openly vile, reprehensible, and are more than willing to fuck you all to your face; fuck you and fuck yours and go fuck yourself... Democrats smile, say nice things, then stab you in the back. Democrats now only pay lip service, make half-baked and half ass attempts to try to convince you that they’re Left in some way, all while being far right of where they were years ago. There IS no Left anymore, and you’ve been dragged along with them. When is enough, enough, people?

There’s clearly only ONE person the Democrats hated more than trump- Bernie Sanders. Between mainstream media ignoring him and Dems ganging up to defeat him, clearly the party doesn’t give a flying fuck about YOU. They’re just not into you, baby; it’d interrupt the cash flow from their donors, most of them being the same rich twats buying GOPers. Look how fast Bloomberg bought Dems!

Now you’re all acting like trump supporters for the BlueMAGA. Seriously? Really? The rapist? The guy whose motto is essentially “Don’t worry, I won’t change shit; I’ll just bring us back to normal (meaning back to the era that brought us trump in the fucking FIRST place).

How many of you BOTHERED reviewing Biden’s super-shitty policies and actions over his career? (crickets) How many of you have any spine enough to see just how fucking useless he is at this stage? Fuck me, man; this asshole can’t even speak! We already have that. He’s already got various degrees of sexual assault on the books. We already have that. He’s all to eager to work with the GOP and cater to the rich. We already have that! He’s boring as fuck, abrasive and he does NOT inspire voters to come charging out this November.

Trump does, though. His fanatics are breaking down the gates during a pandemic; you can bet your privileged asses that they’ll be out come November assuming they did’t keel over dead from COVID-19. That may be the only edge that Biden gets as he does and says fuck-all nothing except hope that trump screws up enough to get his base to stay home and enough of his own Biden Bros to show up. That’s his big plan, kids.

Kiss your $15/hr good-bye. You don’t seriously thing team biden will really pull that off, do you? For fuck sake, according to Liz Warren, if the min. wage kept up with cost of living and inflation, it should be at $23/hr NOW. According to Robert Reich, it’s even higher. $15/hr was what we needed well over a decade ago. If biden does pull it off, it’s a token fist in your ass at best, you puppet.

Kiss M4A good-bye. It’s evident that you’d rather dump your cash into the overpriced, empty promises of insurance companies, big pharma, and stoke the fires of endless war with financing the Military Industrial Complex than live a safe, healthy life.

Kiss any sort of Green New Deal good-bye while Pelosi and the others sneer at it and look down their noses at you.

I certainly don’t WANT more of trump...

...but thinking biden will make things better is foolish. Trump will happily stab you through the chest, but the likes of biden prefer to smile while they stab you through the back using the blade forged out of empty promises and lip service. Fuck, if you’re keeping track of the Dem. pundits, they’re already lining up to blame biden’s apparent loss on Sanders and people like me. They’re ALREADY gearing up for him to LOSE. What does THAT tell you? His popularity is utter shit compared to HRC back in 2016.

Let’s not forget that most of Bernie’s supporters backed HRC in 2016 and voted for her. Before that, let’s not forget HER followers’ loyalty when MOST of them bailed on Obama to support McCain.

I won’t put my name to a vote for Biden. I won’t. I’ve heard too many tales of horror from Survivors and given that Al Franken’s career was burned for much less, I don’t appreciate the HYPOCRISY of the #MeTooExceptBiden rhetoric. MY moral compass, my values, my principles will no longer be something I give the DNC permission to shit on and compromise. If the US needs another 4 of trump burning the house down to wake the fuck up and LEARN that the Dems are a band of feckless twats on the take and actually start voting for PROGRESSIVES and those who are actually LEFT, then so be it. Let the children learn by touching the hot fucking stove; I’ve warned them enough, for years and years now. It’s time to grow a pair of whatever inspires you and wake the fuck up and stop fronting rich, white guys who are all for helping the rich scam us into tax breaks and socialism for them and their corporations while fucking us all in the ass without a kiss first, a grease up, or so much as a reach-around.

Year after year we do this shit and it’s getting worse. Yay, we won the House. So fucking what? What have they ACHIEVED? Pelosi scoffs at saving lives with M4A and we, as a party and a nation failed to get the Senate. The GOP is still cock-blocking everything, good or bad, passed by the House, so really, no big “blue wave” there to brag about.

These people are not stupid. They know the general population is complicit and disinterested in change. Look at all the anti-gun protest after every school shooting? Has much been done since? Technically, trump’s been more hard-ass over gun control than Obama! Holy shit, guys! The “Pussy Hat” march. What’s changed? Meh. Not much. To the GOP and corporate/establishment Dems, women are cheap and nobody cares. Point gone like a fart in the wind. The GOP and the Dems alike know that they can keep you all punching DOWN instead of taking a moment to glance up and see who’d really punching YOU. So long as they let you march, protest, bitch and scream now and then, you’ll get it all out of your system and then it’ll settle down and go back to “normal”.

“Normal” didn’t used to be finding it acceptable to have a documented sexual predator in the White House.

IF you have no problem with Biden, then you must also have no problem with Weinstein, right? Cosby? Judge Kavenaugh?

Uh huh.

I don’t want trump. I want him gone. I refuse to do it with biden taking his place because seriously, the guy wanted to shitcan SS and Medicare/Medicaid. He was gung-ho for Iraq and Afghanistan. He’s a bucket of charred turds.

Look all the women you love, if you have the courage to do so, and you tell them “Hey, I’m fine with electing another rapist for president!” because that’s literally what you’ll be doing. Why don’t you beat and slap her around for a bit before you go out to vote while you’re at it. Backing biden only continues giving permission to the Dems to offer you the worst possible candidate so they can keep their cash flow going.

Have some courage. Have some dignity. Have some fucking empathy and compassion, for fuck sake. Then, maybe, a woman might trust you enough to tell you HER horror story of survival.

#MeToo #MeTooExceptBiden #BlueMAGA #SayNoToJoe

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task 001: character introduction.

(admin tangerine, 21, est) ☼ who’s that hottie, standing outside the love hotel? it’s LIANA GALLAGHER, a BISEXUAL CISFEMALE, who looks a lot like LIZ GILLIES! ANA’ insta bio says SHE is a 27 y-o EDITOR and is looking for a fun time this summer. SHE is into ROUGH SEX AND CREAMPIE, but not into GROUP SEX AND SCAT. by the way, she reminds me of UNREAD EMAILS and BLOOD RED LIPSTICK. i have a feeling things just got interesting!

quick infos:

full name: liana juliette gallagher

dob / age: january 1st / 27

pob: manhattan, ny.

kinks: rough sex, creampie, anal, roleplay, daddy kink, age difference, light bondage, light choking, teasing in public, tribbing, oral (giving & receiving), body worship (as in she is the one being worshiped). could be open to more, such as degradation, subspace, orgasm control.

anti kinks: group sex (occasional threesomes will be allowed), scat, blood play, wax play, extreme bondage, extreme breath play.

3 favorite things: reading at the sound of the pouring rain, new york pizza, lingerie shopping spree.

3 things she hates: decaf coffee, the great gatsby (the movie; she hates leonardo dicaprio), messy bedrooms.

+2 positive traits: ambitious & organized.

-2 negative traits: untrustworthy & self-centered.

wanted connections:

friends with benefits: pretty self explanatory.

unexpected crush/attraction: she’s all bougie and shit, but she meets that rebelling “bag boy/bad girl vibes” person and she knows damn well it would drive her family crazy but she’s all about it. this could be a connection from the past and they cut ties and reunite at the hotel!

daddy: pretty self explanatory. might fall in love with him? might not? OPEN.

TAKEN! crush: they hit it off before the summer and before they both reconnect at the hotel. bonus points for ariana grande, avan jogia & victoria justice. = brodhi thomas

TAKEN! hate fuck buddy: they don’t get along well personality wise, but when it comes down to sex, they’re in perfect harmony. = melkor nilsson.

business partner 1: someone she works with at the publishing company. OPEN. following the scandal, it was a priority for jules to find promising authors and talent, not only to preserve their reputation, but also to show off to her family that she got what it takes.

business partner 2: someone she works with at the publishing company.

headcanons

childhood + teenage years:

only girl of a family of three older brothers (lennox 39, orlando 37 and sebastian 34) with an absent mother (edith) and a work-centered father (edward) , liana gallagher never thought she would be the heiress of the modern classics publishing company, founded by her grandfather. she kept on seeking for attention until she learned she was better off alone in her room.

she grew up in manhattan with an amazing french speaking nanny who made her interested in books and writing more than her father ever did. she even learned how to sing with this nanny.

she was home-schooled, just like her brothers. she will always be resentful for this, because she feels like she missed a lot of things in life by not socializing with kids like her.

now:

her mother, as the only contribution to her life, paid for her education, which she did in communications rather than literature. she did not see the interest of keeping on focusing on the old when new trends are waiting for them. she also learned french and is fluent in it, since she notices the amount of online magazines in french was so small it offered a great window for the company.

she is much more interested in turning the publishing company in a digital one than a classical imprint, but this is her evil plan.

she hosts a podcast about all kinds of topics and is waiting for the love hotel to provide her the kinky content she needs to complete her project.

her brothers, who took over the company with the agreement of their dad, were accused of tax invasion. her dad reached out to liana to save their reputation, little did he knew she loved the sudden power a little too much for it to be a temporary situation.

headcanons:

she gives off very dominant vibes, but is way softer than she looks. in fact, she appreciates when the other person takes the lead so she isn’t the one to make decisions for once.

she has a hard time disconnecting between work and life. it is quite possibly the reason why she was never interested in dating.

she isn’t into the whole “daddy” thing for the money or the fatherly figure, she just likes to see someone else be in charge and please her. they can gift her stuff if they want to, but that’s just extra.

high chances of 2am panic attacks. stroke her hair and hold her.

loves to play animal crossing pocket camp on her phone when the meetings at work are boring her.

blood red boss lady aesthetic at work, cuddles stuffed animals in pjs at home.

basically she gives very bitchy vibes, but she’s not bitchy at all (just distant and serious at work). she’s big baby energy once you break her facade.

if you’ve watched the show younger, she gives serious kelsey peters vibes.

#lvhtl.intros #lvhtl.tasks

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zukos-scribe · 5 years

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Late Night Save

Peter Parker x Shy!Reader

I don’t think this is my best, but I did try so let me know what you think! I also hope to have a masterlist soon :)

@t-w-hiddlestoner <3 Thank you!

“Come on Y/N, he’s right there. You don’t need to be afraid. He’s not going to hurt you.”

You glared at your friend Liz as she tried to convince you to go over and talk to your crush.

“Yeah, because the crushing weight of rejection won’t hurt me.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Oh for fucks sake Y/N come on!” she grabbed your elbow and began to drag you towards where Peter and Ned were standing.

“Hey boys!” Liz exclaimed as she walked up to them. “Thanks for coming, are you enjoying the party?”

“Hey Liz! Yeah well, we just go here,” Peter stuttered out. “What are you up to?”

“Not much, I just wanted to come over and talk to you with Y/N…” she trails off, turning to look at you. “Where’d they go?”

As soon as Liz had let go of your hand you’d taken off to another area of the party. Why did you decide to come here in the first place. Probably because Liz had been begging you for weeks and would go so far as to even drag you out of your house by your ankles.

You hid in a small walkway where there was barely any people hanging around. It was so loud, your head started to pound along with your heart.

‘For fucks sake, what am I doing?’ you groaned to yourself. A nearby bathroom opened up so you rushed inside without saying anything. Standing at the sink you looked at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t look as much as a mess as you thought you did.

“Y/N? Are you in there?”

Liz knocked on the other side of the door as you took a big breath. Opening the door, you pulled her in quickly and shut it again.

“What was that all about, are you ok?” she asked concerned.

You shrugged and she gave a look.

“Come on, use your words. What happened?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I guess I just panicked for a minute.”

She put a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have forced you to go over and talk to him like that.”

“It’s all good. And you’re partly right. He won’t hurt me, it’ll just be really awkward. Especially in bio.”

“You don’t have to tell him how you feel tonight, why don’t you just try and talk to him a little bit. Develop your friendship more before you move on to anything else,” she suggested.

You took a moment to think about all of this before nodding.

“You’re right. I’ll at least go say hello to him.”

“Great! Let’s go.”

The both of you walked out of the bathroom and you start to find Peter. He wasn’t where he was before, and you couldn't find Ned either.

Eventually you saw Ned outside.

“Hey Ned! Do you know where Peter is?”

He jumped when he heard your voice and shook his head.

“Uh… no sorry, he had to go home.”

Your shoulders dropped as your confidence dropped again.

“Oh okay. Thanks Ned, I’ll see you later.”

You walked back in the house to go and find Liz. She was in the kitchen, pulling out more drinks for everyone that was there.

“Hey! Back already? Did you talk to him?”

You shook your head.

“No, he already went home.”

The smiled slipped off her face.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

“It’s all good,” you replied, shaking your head. “I think I’m going to head home too.”

“Ok. Text me when you get home and be careful.”

“I’ll be ok. It’s only a few blocks.”

You said goodbye to some other people and walked out into the dark. It was a nice night, pretty quiet for the city.

But it was just your luck that the peace wouldn’t last long.

“Don’t move kid!” a man yelled as he stepped out of the shadows. “Give me whatever valuables you have and no one gets hurt.”

You backed away in fear.

“I said don’t move!”

A whimper escapes your mouth as you freeze in your spot. He takes a few steps towards you and you see a dagger being held in his hand. His hand reaches out for you and you recoil into yourself.

Suddenly, someone flies towards him and knocks him out.

Spiderman?!

You fall to the ground in shock as you watch the two of them roll around on the groud.

They both stand up and the man looks at Spiderman in fear before running off. Spiderman starts to go after him before turning back to look at you.

“Are you alright?” he asks, helping you up from the ground. You nod, still in shock.

“T-thank you!” you exclaim.

“It’s no problem, here let me help you get back to your house.”

The two of you start walking side by side. Your brain is going into overdrive as you try and figure out what the hell is happening.

“So… what are you doing out here alone anyway?” he asks.

You shrug.

“I was at my friend’s party, and she had tried to convince me to talk to my crush, but I panicked. So when I went to talk to him, he had already left, so I didn’t see any reason to stay anymore.”

“Oh… wow,” he says. You nod.

“There’s my house,” you say. He walks you up to the door and waits until you have it unlocked.

“Thank you so much again for helping me back there. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t shown up.”

“Hey it’s no problem. And I’m sorry about your guy problem. I think you should go talk to him again, you never know, maybe he feels the same way and is just too shy to admit it.”

You give a small chuckle.

“Yeah… maybe. Goodnight Spiderman.”

He waves and swings back into the night as you walk in and shut the door behind you.

Boy did you have the story for Liz.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #spiderman #spiderman far from home #spiderman homecoming #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #i write shit

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I’m Ride or Die (But I’m Ready to Crash)

So, this started out as a romcom AU for @bisexualalienblast, and now it’s...this. I did try to give it a romcommy ending though!

1997

When Michael Guerin is seven, his mom tells him that they’re moving from Albuquerque to Roswell. Michael only cries when they pull away from the only home he’s ever known, the U-Haul his mom is dragging behind their beat-up station wagon blocking his view as he looked back. Summer’s almost over, so by the time he and his mom get settled into their new house on the outskirts of town it’s almost time for school to start. His mom walks him into the building, handing him off to the counselor with a supportive smile and a tight hug.

“We’ll take care of him, Mrs. Guerin.” The counselor, Mrs. Evans, assured her.

“It’s just Miss.” His mom corrected. “And, please, call me Mara. I’ll see you after school, Michael.”

“You’re going to be in Miss Potts’ class.” Mrs. Evans informed him as they walked down the hall. “You’re lucky, my daughter is in her class and she loves her.”

“You have a daughter?” Michael asked, and Mrs. Evans nodded.

“Yes, I have twins. Max and Isobel.” Michael smiled up at her, thinking how awesome it must be to have a brother or sister.

Sure enough, when they entered Mrs. Potts class, his new teacher guided Michael to an empty seat next to a girl with long blonde hair that she introduced as Isobel. By the time they were released for recess, Isobel had declared that Michael was her new friend and practically dragged him across the playground to the swings, where a group of kids were playing together.

“This is Michael, he’s our new friend.” Isobel stated, her grip tight on Michael’s hand. “This is my brother Max, Liz, Kyle, Maria, and Alex.”

Michael’s gaze landed on the one she called Alex, the smallest of the group with dark hair and eyes. He looked up shyly at Michael, and Michael waved back before letting Isobel pull him toward the swing, ordering him to push her. While Max and Kyle pushed Liz and Maria, Alex hovered nearby, watching them all. Once Isobel was flying higher than the rest of them, Michael pointed to the empty swing next to her and smiled at Alex.

“You want me to push you?” He asked, and Alex seemed to hesitate before nodding, climbing into the seat. Michael pushed him, and it wasn’t long before he heard Alex whooping in delight.

“Thanks.” Alex told him as they walked back to the school building after recess. “For pushing me.”

“We’re friends, right? That’s what friends do.”

“Yeah, friends.” Alex replied brightly, and Michael slung his arm over Alex’s shoulders for a quick hug before they went to their separate classrooms.

2003

There’s a familiar ‘tap-tap-tap’ on Michael’s window that drew his attention away from his homework and toward the sound. Alex’s mop of dark hair was visible on the other side, and Michael unlocked the window and pushed it up enough to allow Alex to tumble inside. Alex stayed on the floor, hiding his face from Michael until he crouched down in front of his best friend, grasping his chin and forcing him to look at Michael. The bruise on his cheek was a mottled mess of purples and blues, a cut visible, and Alex hissed and jerked his head away when Michael ran his fingertips across it.

“I’m sorry.” Michael apologized, pulling on Alex’s shoulders until the other boy let him sit him on the edge of the bed. “What happened?”

“My dad.” Alex muttered, staring down at his lap as he picked at a string on his jacket. Michael’s breath left him in an angry rush. It wasn’t the first time that Michael had seen bruises on Alex, nor was it the first time that Alex had confessed that they had been caused by his father.

“I’ll be right back.” Michael left his room and stepped out into the hallway, slipping into the bathroom to grab the first-aid kit. He could hear his mom moving around the kitchen, but he made it back to his room without alerting her. Alex was right where he had left him, and Michael pulled the antiseptic and cotton balls, holding Alex’s chin again to keep him still as he cleaned the cut.

“I don’t think you need a band-aid.” Michael told him once the wound was clean. “It’s already mostly closed.”

“Thanks.” Alex whispered, turning his head to face Michael. Michael gave him his best, most reassuring smile as he reached across the space between them to grasp Alex’s hand. Alex leaned over and Michael felt him rest his head on his shoulder. Michael leaned his own head to rest his cheek on top of Alex’s head. He was about to speak when his mom knocked lightly on his door. Alex sprang away from him as if he had been burned, casing his gaze down once again.

“Hey honey, dinner’s…Oh, hi Alex.”

“Hi, Miss Guerin.” Alex replied, still firmly staring at the floor.

“I didn’t know you were here, and how many times do I have to ask you to call me Mara?” Alex didn’t respond, and tensed when his mom stepped further into the room.

“Alex, are you okay?”

“He’s fine, Mom.” Michael stood between his mom and Alex. “Can he stay for dinner?”

Michael watched as his mom peered around him, finally getting a look at the mark on Alex’s face.

“Of course.” She replied gently. “I’ll text your mom Alex and let her know you’re spending the weekend with us.”

“Thank you Miss...Mara.”

2006

At Alex’s sixteenth birthday party, Michael enters the backyard hand-in-hand with Maria. Michael had confessed to him weeks earlier that he had developed feelings for their friend, and Alex had encouraged him to ask her out. Michael winked at him as he walked in before he and Maria were accosted by Liz. Alex turned back to Luke, who was telling him a story about Basic Training and Alex was doing his best to seem at least mildly enthusiastic after not seeing his favorite brother for months.

“Guerin’s got a girlfriend?” Luke asked, and Alex followed his gaze to where Michael had an arm wrapped around Maria’s waist.

“Yeah, apparently.”

“You didn’t know?” Luke’s face was full of surprise.

“I knew he liked her.” Alex replied with a shrug.

“And you’re okay with it?” Alex felt his stomach twist with nerves, staring down at his cup.

“Why would I care if Michael has a girlfriend?” Alex replied defensively.

“What about Kyle?” Luke asked, and Alex’s gaze snapped to where Kyle was talking to Max. His stomach twisted again, but this time Alex recognized it for what it was.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Okay.” Luke shrugged, taking a long draw from his beer. Alex stood next to his brother awkwardly for a long moment before he set his drink down and headed off further into the backyard. He climbed up the ladder leading to the treehouse he, Michael, Kyle, and Max had built when they were ten, the space blessedly silent as the party continued beyond him. He laid down on the floor, stretching out with his arms behind his head. Soon, he heard someone coming up the ladder, and Michael’s familiar grunts as he pulled himself up left Alex where he was. He felt Michael stretch out beside him, sighing as he settled down.

“You’re missing your own party.” Michael pointed out.

“Needed a break.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

Alex hesitated. He had always told Michael everything from the moment they had met. He’d been his best friend for nine years, but he was still afraid that one day he’d do or say something that would make Michael hate him, make him walk away.

“I’m gay.” He finally said, his body tense as Michael was silent beside him. He opened his mouth to apologize, to take it back, when Michael finally spoke.

“That’s cool.”

“That’s cool?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s part of who you are right? And you’re one of my favorite people, so whatever you are is cool with me.”

“No one else knows.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.” Michael assured him, and Alex turned his head to face Michael. “But the others would understand.”

“What if I told you that I like someone?” Alex watched as Michael turned his own head, their eyes locking.

“Who is it?” Michael’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Kyle.”

“Kyle has a girlfriend, your friend Liz.”

“I didn’t say I was going to do anything about it.” Alex snapped, returning his eyes to the ceiling. “Not like you did with Maria.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty awesome.” Alex could hear the smile in Michael’s voice, which made him feel lighter.

“She is.” Alex agreed. “I can’t believe she agreed to date a loser like you.” Michael let out an offended squawk and Alex groaned when he felt Michael’s hand swat his chest.

“I’m glad you told me, Alex.” Michael said, sitting up.

“Me too.” Alex agreed, rising to sit next to Michael. “You’re my best friend.”

“Mine too.” Michael wrapped an arm around Alex’s shoulders, dropping a kiss on the top of his head. “Let’s get back to your party.”

2008

“Sounds good.”

Alex didn’t turn at the sound of Michael’s voice, focused on getting the notes down on paper before they left him. He stuck his pencil back in his mouth and strummed the chord progression again, nodding when he was sure that he was satisfied.

“How was dorm room shopping with Isobel?”

“I’m pretty sure Mrs. Evans is going to have a fit when she gets the credit card bill.” Michael admitted, pulling out his textbooks for the Bio class he was taking over the summer at the community college. “But I think we got everything.”

“I can’t believe we’re so close to getting out of here.” Alex mused, and Michael hummed in agreement.

“Three weeks and then we’ll officially be UNM students.”

“Liz called me earlier. She and Max will be back on Tuesday.”

“Iz is already planning the welcome home/going away party.”

“Of course she is.” Alex set his guitar down and leaned back against the couch, turning his head to watch Michael. “How is Iz handling all of this change?”

“Good, I think. Better, now that Rosa and Maria are staying too.”

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing it.” Alex admitted. “How long have we been talking about getting out of Roswell?”

“How long have we been best friends?” Michael joked, and Alex chuckled.

“And we did it together.” Michael added, smiling over at Alex.

---

Two months later, Alex is posted up in the corner of a frat party while Michael moved around the dance floor in his own approximation of dancing. Alex smiled as he sipped his beer, not noticing the man walking up to him until he was leaning against the wall next to Alex.

“I haven’t seen you here before.” Alex turned to look at the blonde man, his hair cut short with piercing blue eyes.

“Freshman.” Alex supplied.

“I’m Tyler.” Tyler stuck his hand out, and Alex slipped his hand in his.

“Alex.”

“Nice to meet you Alex. What’s your major?”

“Music Theory.”

“Ah, an artist.”

“Trying to be.” Alex chuckled, his eye catching Michael’s on the dance floor. He waved at him wildly, and Alex shook his head before turning his attention back to Tyler.

“Boyfriend?” Tyler asked, gesturing toward the dancefloor.

“Who, Michael?” Alex’s eyes widened as he shook his head. “No, he’s my best friend since...well, forever.”

“Good.” Tyler replied, leaning in closer to Alex.

“Good?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah.”

Seven months later, Alex collapsed face first onto Michael’s bed as the other man studied.

“Rough day?” Michael asked, not looking up from his notebook.

“Ty’re dumf me.” Alex’s voice was muffled by the pillow.

“He did what?” Michael stood up from his desk, coming to stand by his bed. “Why would he break up with you?”

“He said he wasn’t looking for a serious relationship.” Alex turned his head to face Michael, who perched himself on the bed. Alex shifted until his head was resting in Michael’s lap, Michael’s hand coming up to drag his fingers through Alex’s hair. “He could’ve told me before I wasted seven months with him.”

“He was an ass anyway.” Michael grumbled, and Alex turned until he was looking up at him. “You deserve better.”

“Still hurts.” Alex admitted, and Michael nodded. “He also said…”

“What did he say?” Michael pushed, and Alex sat up, crossing his arms over his chest.

“He said he couldn’t compete with you.”

“Compete with me? How?”

“I don’t know!” Alex threw his hands up. “He said that you would always come first for me.”

“Alex…”

“It’s fine. If he’s that insecure because I love my best friend, then I don’t want to deal with that kind of jealousy.”

“I’m sorry.” Michael offered, and Alex scoffed.

“Don’t be, his loss right? Just get me good and drunk.”

2009

The summer they were home after freshman year, Alex officially moved into Mara and Michael’s house, refusing to return home now that his mother had left. He was lounging on the couch when Michael came bursting in, and Alex could feel the hurt and anger and sadness coming off of him in waves.

“What’s wrong?” Alex asked, making room for Michael on the couch.

“Maria’s dating Rosa.” Michael huffed out as he collapsed on the couch next to Alex.

“What? Since when?”

“A while, apparently. She just didn’t know how to tell me.”

“Are you...okay?”

“Yeah.” Michael nodded, staring at the TV. “Just sucks, y’know. We broke up a year ago, I just...I don’t know, I didn’t think she’d move on so quickly. Especially with Rosa of all people.”

“Because she’s a girl?” Alex asked, tensing.

“Of course not! I don’t care about that. I just kinda always thought we’d, like, find our way back to each other after college or whatever.”

“Maybe that’s the problem.” Alex replied, reaching across the space between them to play with Michael’s curls. “You’re not moving on because you’re holding onto the past. That’s why it hurts that she’s moving on.”

“You know, you don’t always have to be right.” Michael grumbled, twisting until he was resting his head on Alex’s shoulder, nudging his head against Alex’s hand until he was combing through his curls.

“Yes I do. Best friend prerogative.”

For their sophomore year, they moved into a small off-campus apartment, and Alex had never been happier. He’d managed to make a few friends in his music classes, and was playing a regular gig with two of them at a local cafe on Saturday nights. Michael cornered him on his way out a few months after he started playing, his hands stuffed in his pockets and a familiar look of nervousness on his face as he stood in front of Alex.

“I’m dating someone.” He blurted out, and Alex smiled. “I’m bringing them to your show tonight, to meet you.”

“That’s awesome!” Alex replied, setting his guitar case down. “What’s her name?”

“Uh...Jake.”

“Jake? That’s a weird name for a girl.”

“Because he’s not a girl.” Michael’s hand went to the back of his neck, rubbing at it as he looked up at Alex.

“Oh. I didn’t know you…”

“I didn’t either, until him.” Michael replied. “I still like girls, I just also like guys, apparently.”

“That’s…” Alex began, before shaking his head. “That’s great. I can’t wait to meet him.”

Michael’s revelation stuck with Alex through the drive to the restaurant, and the setup, all the way until Michael walked in, a short dark-haired man following closely behind him. Michael waved, and Alex beckoned him over.

“Jake, this is Alex, my best friend. Alex, Jake.”

“Nice to meet you dude.” Jake greeted, sticking his hand out. Alex shook it briefly, nodding his head.

“Nice to meet you too. I have to finish setting up, but I had Lisa hold a table for y’all.”

Alex watched out of the corner of his eye as they sat down, unable to explain the dark, swirling feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was happy for Michael, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of wrong that consumed him when he watched Jake take Michael’s hand, or when Michael shot him a look of shy affection before turning to face the stage. He’d only had about an hour to cope with Michael’s bisexual awakening, and Alex couldn’t understand why he was struggling with Michael’s truth.

He finished setting up with Mia and Owen, losing himself in the music as they played. His gaze traveled to Michael and Jake, who now had an arm around Michael. He felt that same uncomfortable tugging in his stomach, and he looked away but it still didn’t fade. Mia transitioned into a love song, her melodic voice floating through the cafe as she sang about longing for a love that was just out reach, and when Alex’s eyes met Michael’s he felt as if the floor had disappeared beneath him. He realized with startling clarity what had bothered him about Jake all evening. Michael had been his best friend for as long as Alex could remember, had always seen him as a sort of platonic soulmate - someone he was destined to do life with but never be with, because Michael was straight. He had never, could never, be an option.

But now, proof that he was an option was right in front of him.

He realized in that moment that Jake felt wrong to him because, if Michael was going to be with a guy, Alex wanted him to be with him.

He was well and truly screwed.

2010

Jake didn’t last long, but Michael didn’t seem too torn up about it. He seemed to take his freedom in stride, and Alex did his best to ignore the parade of faces that entered and exited the bedroom across the hall from his. He’d accepted that, somewhere along the way, he’d developed feelings for Michael, but he also knew that he could never act on those feelings. Michael meant too much to him to risk it all on some romantic feelings that would most likely fade with time. Instead, he watched Michael sow his wild oats and met a pre-med student named Chad. Chad was funny, and kind, and Alex found himself falling hard and fast. Even Michael seemed to like Chad, which was a rare occurrence witht he men he dated. Alex found that he was able to compartmentalize his feelings for Michael, lock them away in a secret part of his heart and get back to being his best friend.

“Here.” Chad handed him his breakfast, dropping a kiss on Alex’s lips as he did so. “Michael.” He greeted as the other man entered the room, handing him his own plate as Michael grunted his thanks.

“Coffee” Alex handed a cup to Michael as he walked by before grabbing his own.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us today?” Alex asked as they ate their breakfast.

“Nah, I can’t.” Michael replied between bites. “I need to work another shift at the shop before I head out.”

“I’m excited to see where y’all come from.” Chad reached across the table and squeezed Alex’s hand. “Anything I should know before I get to Roswell?”

“Don’t let the girls overwhelm you.” Michael joked. “Rosa, Maria, and Iz can be a little...intense. Especially when it comes to Alex.”

“Oh, like Iz isn’t weirdly possessive of you?” Alex snapped back.

“Hey, I didn’t say that.” Michael threw his hands up. “But you’ll be fine, Chad. I gotta get to work, see y’all later tonight.”

“See you.” Alex waved, ducking away when Michael ran his hands through his hair playfully as he passed by.

---

“How much further?” Chad asked from the passenger seat.

“Did you seriously just ask me ‘are we there yet?’” Chad chuckled, shaking his head. “About an hour.”

“Cool. Who are we staying with again?”

“Mara, Michael’s mom.”

“Is that where you go when we’re off school?”

“Yeah, I don’t...I don’t talk to my dad. And Mara’s been the closest thing I have to a mom in years.”

“I’m glad you have her.” Chad reached across the console and grasped Alex’s hand. “And Michael. You deserve people who care about you.”

“I have you.” Alex replied, pulling their entwined hands to his lips.

“You do.” Chad agreed. “But Michael is something different.”

“What do you mean?” Alex asked as he pulled his hand away and returned it to the steering wheel.

“Come on, Alex. I love you, you know that I do. But you two…”

“Michael is my best friend.”

“I know that, but you want him to be more.”

“No, I…”

“It’s okay.” Chad assured him. “I know that I’m not your forever, and that’s fine. I’m happy with where we’re at now.”

“I don’t deserve you.” Alex admitted after a long moment.

“You deserve more than you think, Alex Manes. I hope you realize that one day.”

“I-”

“Alex, look out!” Chad’s scream pulled Alex’s eyes back to the road, just in time to see a pair of headlights swerve across the highway and into their lane. Alex jerked the wheel, but it was too late and they clipped the oncoming truck. Alex felt the car spin and lift into the air, and he only had time for a moment’s panic before the car crashed to the ground and everything went black.

---

Alex came to slowly, his brain foggy, unaware of anything. He felt a pressure on his hand, and a familiar voice as he floated closer to the surface.

“Alex...come on, come back to me.”

Alex followed the voice until he could finally open his eyes, the lights low on the gray ceiling above him. He turned his head, his entire body screaming in pain despite the obvious pain meds flowing through his veins.

“Alex.” Michael’s voice was flushed with relief, his grip on Alex’s hand tightening. “Hi.”

“Wha…”

“You were in a car accident.” Michael supplied. “A drunk driver crossed the median and flipped your car.”

“Chad?” He managed to ask, and could immediately see the sadness in Michael’s eyes.

“He didn’t...He didn’t make it.” Alex’s breath stuttered, and Michael shook his head. “I’m so sorry Alex.”

Alex tried to sit up, but Michael placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back.

“No, you need to rest.” Michael warned, but Alex’s eyes traveled down to the end of the bed before he could be pushed back, the sheet lying flat where his right leg should be. He felt himself hyperventilating, pushing against Michael’s hand as the other man called for a nurse.

“My leg…” Alex gasped, looking to Michael, who had tears in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry Alex. Please, I’m so sorry.”

Alex watched out of the corner of his eye as the nurse pushed more painkillers into his IV, the rest of his attention on Michael until he was pulled under again.

When he awoke days later, another Guerin was at his bedside, smiling down at him.

“Mom.” Alex muttered, still groggy.

“Hi honey.” Mara replied, resting her hand on Alex’s arm.

“Michael?”

“I made him go home and take a shower. He was pretty ripe.”

“How long?”

“You’ve been in and out for a week. But the doctors say you’re going to make a full recovery.”

“Not full.” He replied, gesturing to the space where his leg used to be.

“You survived, that’s what matters.” Mara insisted. “We would rather have you here like this, than not at all. You’re our family, Alex.”

Alex was released from the hospital a week later. Michael drove him home, Mara waiting with a home-cooked meal and a new bed crammed into Michael’s room.

“Figured you’re tired of sleeping on the sofa.” She shrugged. “This is your home too, after all.”

“Thanks Mara.”

2012

“Hey.” Alex greeted as he stepped into the apartment. Michael didn’t answer, lost in thought as he stared at his laptop. “Hello?” He tried again, Michael jumping when he laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh, Alex, hey.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just...I got an e-mail from Columbia.”

“You got in?”

“I got in.” Michael replied, his voice thick with disbelief. “I got in!”

“I knew you would.”

Michael jumped up from his seat, wrapping his arms around Alex.

“I’m going to New York.” Michael breathed, and Alex pulled him in tighter. “But, that means…”

“It doesn’t matter.” Alex pulled away to look at Michael. “You’re going to New York, I’m going to LA. But we’ll still be us.”

“We haven’t been apart since we met.”

“Well, we are codependent like that.” Alex agreed, and Michael chuckled. “But we’ll still be best friends, no matter where we are. You’re my family.”

Alex watched as Michael’s gaze intensified, his eyes darting down to his lips and back to his eyes. Alex felt like he couldn’t breathe, frozen in place as Michael’s hands drifted up from his shoulders, up his neck to cup his jaw. He had pushed his feelings for Michael down deep and locked them in a tiny corner of his heart, locked down even more in his grief after Chad’s death and the loss of his leg. Michael drifted closer, freezing a few inches from Alex’s face. Alex closed the distance, crashing his lips onto Michael’s. The moment they connected, Alex felt weak at the knees, clutching Michael’s shirt in his hands as Michael licked into his mouth. Alex titled his head, deepening the kiss as he pushed Michael back into the chair, straddling his legs as he sat on top of him. He pulled away for a moment, watching as Michael slowly opened his eyes.

“Alex…” He began, and Alex shook his head. He ran his hands down Michael’s arms, shuddering as Michael’s hands gripped his waist, pulling him until they were chest-to-chest.

“Shut up.” Alex murmured, kissing him again.

“Bedroom.” Michael pulled away from Alex, pushing him up and off of his lap.

“Yours or mine?” Alex asked, tugging at Michael’s shirt.

“Whichever Is closer.”

When Alex woke up, Michael was still asleep next to him, an arm thrown across Alex’s waist. Alex watched him, his face relaxed in sleep. He reached over and pushed a stray curl away, Michael instinctively leaning into the touch.

“I love you.” Alex whispered, his gut twisting with pain. Michael was going to New York, and he was going to LA. They were going their separate ways for the first time in over fifteen years, and Alex knew Michael. If they started this now, Michael would follow him to LA, would give up his dreams to be with Alex if he knew that’s what Alex wanted.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered again, pulling away from Michael and reaching for his prosthetic. He glanced back at Michael one more time before slipping out of his bedroom.

“Morning.” Michael mumbled as he came up behind Alex the next morning. He wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist and dropped a kiss onto his shoulder, and Alex tensed at the touch. “You okay?”

“We should talk about last night.” Alex turned, sighing as Michael bracketed his arms on either side of him.

“Okay.”

“It was…”

“Amazing?”

“Yeah.” Alex agreed. “But it shouldn’t happen again.”

“What do you mean? Did you not…?”

“Of course I did!” Alex reassured him. “It’s just...there’s a lot of emotions swirling around right now. Graduation is around the corner, we’re going to separate coasts. It just feels like...not a goodbye, but…”

“Yeah, sure.” Michael stepped away. “I get it.”

“Michael…”

“Nah, it’s cool.”

“We’re still friends, right?”

“Always.” Michael assured him, turning away. “I have a lecture soon, I should get to it.”

He walked away from Alex without another word.

2016

“Have a good weekend, Mr. Manes!”

“Bye Ellie!” Alex called, tossing his bag over his shoulder as he locked his classroom door.

“Got big plans this weekend?” The art teacher, Rita, asked as she joined him.

“Yeah, two of my friends are getting married.”

“Aw, congrats.”

“Yeah, it’s about time.” Alex replied, smiling. “Max and Liz were high school sweethearts.”

“How sweet.” Rita replied. “Getting the whole gang back together then?”

“Yeah, the whole gang.” Alex’s thoughts immediately went to Michael. He hadn’t seen him in person in more than three years. The last time they had been together, the summer after Michael’s first year of graduate school, everything had been awkward and stilted, to the point where Alex had ended up staying with Maria and Rosa instead of at Mara’s house. When he had moved to Roswell to teach, Michael had begun avoiding the town altogether. But, Mara had told him at their last Sunday dinner that Michael had booked a flight and was coming home.

Alex stopped by his apartment to change before heading for the Wild Pony. Maria, Rosa, Isobel, Jenna, Liz, and Max were waiting, cheers erupting as he entered the bar.

“You two are the only ones who would have your rehearsal dinner in a dive bar.” Alex pulled Liz into a hug. “I’m going to go get a drink.”

“Alex.” A familiar voice reached his ears as he stepped up to the bar.

“Michael.” Alex turned to face him, his chest releasing something at the sight of him.

“Been a long time.”

“Three years.” Alex nodded. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“I’m here for Max and Liz.”

“Of course. I just...it’s good to see you.”

“Look, I don’t want our shit to ruin their weekend, okay? Can we just...I don’t know, ignore the awkward drama between us? Just for a few days?”

“Yeah, okay.”

When Alex returned to the table, Kyle was there waiting. He stood up, leaning over to kiss Alex lightly. What they had was new, fragile, but it was the first time in four years that Alex felt like he was finally moving on from Michael. He felt the tension coming off of Michael in waves from across the crowded table, but he did his best to ignore it. The dinner went on, everyone getting progressively drunker until only he, Jenna, Michael, and Maria were left.

“I should go home.” Alex muttered, resting his head on the table, his voice muffled.

“To Valenti?” Michael asked, and Alex’s head shot up, dizziness overtaking him.

“What?”

“You’re dating him, right?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t.”

“Sure.” Alex pushed away from the table. He was unsteady on his prosthetic, reaching out for Maria’s shoulder, who helped brace him. “I’m calling a taxi.”

“Must be nice, finally landing your first crush.” Michael shot at Alex, Maria and Jenna looking down at their glasses as if they were the most interesting objects they had ever seen.

“What the hell is your problem, Guerin?” Alex snapped.

“Nothing, just making conversation.”

“I have to go.” Alex left the bar without looking back, though he heard Maria slap Michael on the arm and mutter “what the hell” at him.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly as Alex fought his hangover. He, thankfully, only had to show up for the wedding instead of being in the party. Maria was serving as Maid of Honor, while Isobel was Max’s Best Woman. When Alex stepped into the venue with Kyle, he immediately felt eyes on him. He briefly caught Michael’s gaze, and Alex reached for Kyle’s hand, turning them away from Michael.

“Well, don’t you clean up nice.” Mara greeted him at the reception, pulling him into a hug. “Where’s that doctor boyfriend of yours?”

“Dancing with Maria.” He gestured toward the dance floor, where Kyle was twirling Maria effortlessly.

“And why aren’t you dancing?”

“You know why, Mara.” He replied, gesturing down at his leg.

“Well, that won’t stop you from dancing with an old lady.” She held out her hand.

“You’re not old.” Alex replied, taking her hand and leading her to the edge of the floor.

“Old enough to feel old.” Mara placed her hand in Alex’s, swaying slowly.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks, honey.” Mara smiled, stepping away so Alex could twirl her. “Have you talked to him?”

“He doesn’t want to talk to me, Mara.”

“I think you’re wrong about that. He asks about you every time he calls.”

“I’m sorry that I’ve kept him away from here, away from you.”

“You haven’t.” Mara insisted, reaching up to cup his face. “Michael has made his own choices, Alex. I love my son, but he can be a real dumbass sometimes.”

“Mara!” Alex barked out a laugh.

“I’m his mother, I can say that.”

“You’ve never told me what happened between you two at the end of your senior year.”

“It’s...complicated.” Alex’s gaze traveled across the floor, to where Michael was dancing with Isobel. “I messed up.”

“You love him. You always have.” Maria looked at him knowingly.

“Yes.” Alex admitted. “But it doesn’t matter.”

“Oh, honey. Love is all that matters.”

---

“How do you know where I live?”

“Mom told me.”

“What are you doing here, Guerin?”

“Can I come in?”

Alex moved aside, letting Michael in.

“I leave to go back tomorrow.” Michael paced his small living room, running his fingers through his curls. “I couldn’t leave without talking to you.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

“Us, what happened.”

“It was a long time ago.”

“I know, but...I miss you. I miss my best friend.”

“You’re the one who stopped talking to me.”

“I know.” Michael admitted. “And I’m sorry. I thought we needed a little space, and then a few days turned into weeks and then we didn’t talk for years and I hate it.”

“I hate it too.” Alex stepped up to Michael. “I miss you too.”

“I am happy for you and Valenti. You deserve someone great. I’m sorry I acted like an ass at the Pony.”

“You always act like an ass, that’s nothing new.” Alex joked, and felt lighter when Michael threw his head back in laughter.

2019

“I have something to tell you.” Alex greeted as soon as Michael answered his FaceTime call.

“Hello to you too, Alex.”

“Sorry. Hi Michael. Are you still at the lab?” Alex could spot the plain white walls of Michael’s office at the university.

“Yeah, waiting on some test results before I head home.”

“You know they’ll still be there in the morning, workaholic.”

“Do you give Liz the same hard time that you give me?”

“Liz is on maternity leave and currently not doing any work at all.” He pointed out. “Also, she’s not my best friend.”

“I’ll go home soon Mom, I promise. So, what did you have to tell me?”

“Uh, well…” Alex looked away, nerves returning that had settled while talking to Michael.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Everything’s great. It’s just...Kyle proposed.”

Michael was silent for a long moment, and his face was unreadable through the phone screen.

“That’s...wow, congratulations.”

“Thanks. You’re the first person I’ve told.”

“I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks. It kind of...I wasn’t expecting it, I guess.”

“You guys have been dating for three years, Alex.”

“I know, I know. I think Max and Liz having Leo has, like, sparked something in Kyle.”

“Baby fever?”

“I have no idea.” Alex admitted, sighing. “Maybe.”

“You don’t sound very excited about this.”

“I am! I love Kyle, I was just surprised, that’s all. We’ve never talked about getting married.”

“Alex, if you don’t want to get married, you should tell Kyle.”

“I didn’t say that.” Alex sighed. “Look, I’m having dinner with Maria and Rosa soon, I better get going. I’ll talk to you later.” Alex ended the call without waiting for Michael to respond.

---

“I was wondering when you would call me.” Mara greeted him, sliding into the booth across from him at the Crashdown.

“Michael told you?”

“He did.” Mara nodded, popping a fry in her mouth. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

“Alex, why aren’t you happier about this? You and Kyle have been together for years.”

“I am happy, I’m just still kind of processing, I guess.”

“Honey, you know I love you like my own son. So I’m going to be honest with you the way I would be with Michael.” Mara waited for him to nod for her to continue, taking a deep breath. “I know that you love Kyle, but I don’t think you’re in love with him. I think you’ve settled into this relationship with him because you thought it was what you wanted. But is it?”

“I love him.”

“I know you do.” Mara reached across the table. “But I think, if you keep on this path, you’re going to end up breaking both of your hearts. And someone else’s.”

“Mara, it’s over between me and Michael. It took us years to get our friendship back, I can’t - I won’t - wreck that.”

“I’m not going to tell you what to do. But you definitely need to talk to Kyle.”

---

“I can’t do this.”

“I know.” Kyle nodded, resting his arms on his thighs as he stared at Alex. “I knew before I asked, I think.”

“Then why…?”

“I guess I just hoped that I would be enough.”

“Enough? Kyle, what are you talking about?”

“You’ve been in love for years, Alex, but it’s not with me.”

“I do love you Kyle.”

“I know.” Kyle stood up. “I love you too. But we both deserve to be happy.”

“You’re a good man, Kyle.”

“Goodbye, Alex.”

---

“Alex!” A familiar voice called out. Alex whipped around to find Michael entering the Wild Pony.

“Michael? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you in New York?”

“I can’t let you do this.”

“Do what?” Alex asked, his eyes darting around as he saw most of the bar’s patrons staring at them.

“You can’t marry Kyle!”

“Michael…”

“No, let me finish.” Michael grabbed Alex’s hands. “I know that I’m too late, that I’m years too late, but...Damn it, Alex, I love you. I’ve loved you most of my life. And I know that my timing sucks, but I have to try. I don’t want you to marry Kyle, I don’t want you to marry anyone who isn’t me.”

“Michael, please, let’s…”

“My biggest regret in life is letting you push me away that day. I knew what you were doing, and I let it happen anyway. I should have followed you to LA, I should have…”

Alex threw himself at Michael, silencing him with a harsh kiss. Michael wrapped his arms around him immediately, and Alex vaguely heard Maria whooping behind her. He pulled away, a small smile on his face as he took in Michael’s dazed face.

“I broke up with Kyle three days ago. I couldn’t do it.”

“Why not?”

“Because he knew that I loved you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. That you’re the only person I could ever imagine spending my life with.”

“Uh, literally everyone knew that!” Maria called from behind the bar, her phone up in front of her.

“What are you doing Maria?” Michael asked, his arms still locked around Alex.

“FaceTiming Mama Guerin, obviously.”

Three months later

“Morning.” Alex smiled as he felt Michael drop soft kisses up his back, moving higher until he was lying on top of Alex, stretched out across his body.

“Oh my god, you’re so hot, you’re like a furnace.” Alex grumbled, pushing at Michael half-heartedly.

“You love it.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

Alex twisted underneath Michael until he could face him, getting a good luck at his sleep-mussed curls and happy smile. He also didn’t miss the lust building in his eyes and the way his hands began to skim Alex’s torso.

“No, we have to meet your mom in an hour Michael.”

“She’ll understand.” Michael argued, and Alex shoved at him as he began to kiss his jaw and neck.

“No, she won’t, she’ll give us hell for being late because of sex and you know it.”

“Hey, we’re newlyweds, she has to cut us some slack.”

“That’s true.” Alex conceded, reaching for Michael’s left hand and bringing it up to his lips, kissing the ring that he had placed there only a week ago. “We can be a little late.”

“I think we’re gonna be a lot late.”

Alex only laughed and brought him down for another kiss.

#malex #malex fic #roswell nm #i hope you like it babe!!#also i just really love alex and mara's relationship here #the mother that they both deserve

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