#we knew it was alex and michael that inspired her to do this at all

[angrycowboy]

CAM's comment on Tyler's IG post has me 🥺😭

#roswell new mexico #rnm bts #malex #alex manes #carina adly mackenzie #tyler blackburn #i mean WE KNEW #we knew malex was her reason for the whole show #we knew it was alex and michael that inspired her to do this at all #it really makes me wish she had been able to see her vision through #that she hadn't had to leave and we'd gotten the five seasons she'd planned #i hope she shares one day what her plan had been #and how and if it differed from what hollier did

[pastelwitchling]

Hi there! I’m not sure if you are still taking prompts or if this is something you would be interested in writing, but would you be open to writing a double date or exploring mission with Malex and Kybel. I love the idea that Kylex are besties and Michael and Isobel are siblings and besties, and I feel like the four of them would have such a fun dynamic.

No worries if this doesn’t inspire you, I will LOVE anything you write! (Haha when you posted your April Fool’s prank, I was so worried you’d be taking down all your Malex fics since those are some of my absolute favorites and I love rereading them!)

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“This is so stupid,” Michael groaned under his breath as he slumped in his seat, resting his head back in his booth.

Alex didn’t look up from the menu. “You know Isobel’s wanted a double date since she found out about us. She was never going to stop asking.”

Michael scoffed. “First of all, asking implies that we’re allowed to say no. Second, she would’ve stopped if you didn’t answer her calls.”

Alex grinned, amused, and raised a brow. “I wasn’t going to ignore your sister, Guerin.”

Michael straightened, facing him. “You know how when you’re dating someone, their family becomes your family?”

“Yeah?”

“That doesn’t apply to us!” Michael said, and Alex laughed. “You don’t have to listen to them, or do anything they want just because we’re together.”

“Guerin,” Alex shook his head like Michael was adorable. “I love Max and Isobel. I want to talk to them.”

“But why?” Michael whined, and Alex laughed again. “I don’t even want to talk to them half the time! And now, because of your love, we get to have a freaking double date with Isobel and Valenti. This is the most unfair thing to ever happen to anybody.”

“Pretty sure that’s not true,” Alex said, setting down his menu, and facing Michael. It was just the Crashdown, not some fancy restaurant, but Michael was just as shocked when Alex took his face in his hands and crashed their mouths together.

Michael gasped against his lips, and Alex pushed his tongue in. Michael let out a startled moan, and reached up to wrap his arms around Alex’s waist and take him in this near-empty diner, when Alex just as quickly pulled back.

Alex cleared his throat, patting down his hair and shirt, and Michael stared, dumbfounded.

“W-What –” he started.

Alex ducked his head and grinned, his cheeks rosy. Then he turned back to Michael, cupped his jaw, and gave him a much softer kiss. Then against his lips, he whispered, “Be good tonight, and I will owe you when we get home.”

Michael knew what that meant, and so did the blood rushing south. He licked his lips, his eyes watching Alex’s beautiful mouth. “You’ll owe me . . . anything?”

Alex bit his lower lip, and pecked Michael’s lips one more time and far too quickly. “Anything.”

Michael groaned, leaning in despite Alex’s hand on his chest, and then –

“Aww, isn’t that cute?” Isobel said as she slid in across from them, Kyle sliding in behind her.

“Not really,” Kyle sighed, nodded his head in greeting to Alex, then gave Michael a tight smile. “I’d like to be allowed back here, so if you could not jump on him for the next hour, that’d be great.”

Michael gaped at Alex. “Hour?”

“Yes, Guerin,” Alex said calmly. “An hour. That’s how long even bad dates last.”

Michael narrowed his eyes, then looked to Isobel accusingly. “This was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” she said proudly. “It was.” She hooked one arm around Kyle’s and reached with another hand across the table to Alex who took it with a smile. “I want to spend time with my favorite guys. Non-related.”

“Oh my god,” Michael let his head fall back again. “You’ve got to be kidding –”

Alex cleared his throat. Michael looked down to find him studying the menu again, but his hand was on Michael’s thigh underneath the table. Michael swallowed and exhaled slowly. He nodded once, imperceptibly, but he shouldn’t have because as soon as Alex was reassured that he’d behave, he moved his hand off Michael’s thigh.

“I hate you so much,” he muttered under his breath, his skin already cold through his jeans without Alex’s touch.

Alex grinned. “I love you, too.”

The date couldn’t have been an hour. It felt like it had gone on for years. Not because of Isobel’s conversation, not even because of what Kyle talked about, but it was the small things. Kyle looking to Alex every time he spoke and Alex’s intense focus, like they were so used to have one-on-one conversations all the time. Isobel reaching over to touch Alex’s cheek or shoulder or arm or hold his hand, like she couldn’t stop. And worst of all, Alex’s fingers grazing his thigh every now and then, his hip, his fingers. When the back of Alex’s hand pressed briefly against Michael’s clothed cock, Michael nearly gave up.

“Isobel,” Michael said through gritted teeth, not knowing where else to direct his frustration. He wished Alex would just grab him already. “Could you stop touching my boyfriend?”

“No,” Isobel said defiantly, and brought Alex’s hand up to her nose, smelling him, which only made Alex laugh. The traitor. “You feel so good.”

“Don’t say crap like that!” Michael snapped.

“I told you dating an angry cowboy was a bad idea,” Kyle sighed. “Look at how jealous he gets.”

Alex smiled fondly at Michael. “I think it’s cute.”

               Michael clenched his jaw. He wished he could just calm down, but he wanted to touch Alex so badly, and he wanted Alex’s hands on him so much more, and if they didn’t leave soon, he was going to lose his mind.

               “Ew, Michael,” Isobel scowled. “Would you tone down your thoughts please?”

               “No,” Michael said through gritted teeth. “He’s my boyfriend, you stop reading my thoughts.”

               “Okay, hold on,” Alex held his hands up as Kyle kissed Isobel’s palm to calm her down. “Er . . .” Alex glanced at Michael who couldn’t help but meet his gaze pleadingly. He couldn’t take this anymore. He’d been quiet long enough, if Alex didn’t touch him soon he would crawl out of his own skin. Alex sighed, shaking his head, his smile fond and exasperated. But yielding. “I think we’re just going to call it a night.”

               “Agreed,” Kyle said before Isobel could argue. “Why don’t we just meet up for breakfast tomorrow?”

               Isobel considered that, but ultimately looked placated. She nodded, but Michael had already thrown cash on the table and was dragging Alex to the door. Alex called a goodbye over his shoulder, but all Michael could think about was getting to the truck. When they finally did, Michael opened the back door and all but pushed Alex inside.

               “Wait,” Alex said, already starting to laugh as Michael climbed in after him, nudging Alex’s legs apart with his knees. “Aren’t we waiting till we get home?”

               “No, Private, we’re not,” Michael said a little breathless, his cock already half-hard and his hands already pulling his shirt off. “You said you’d owe me anything. And I want you now.”

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

[notsowrites]

there are places i’ll never ever go

summary: michael tells bonnie about alex

A/N: haven’t written any codas since 4x01 (totally forgot i’d even written those and i never put them up on AO3 yet either!) and finally got inspired to write one

(AO3 Link)

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"Tell me about him?" Bonnie asks during a lull in their guitar lesson.

He's glad things have settled down between them after the unfortunate mishap of misunderstanding. It'd made him wonder if he'd said something wrong, maybe should have mentioned Alex sooner.

"I was a lot like Clyde. Humanity - it wasn't kind to me growing up. Spent a lot of time dreaming of a family coming to take me away from here. Back wherever we were from." He notices the way Bonnie is watching him, guitar in her lap, listening to every word he's saying. "Alex gave me hope that this planet could be home. That it is home."

"I'm sorry I kissed you-"

He shakes his head. They really don't need to rehash that. "You didn't know."

"I hope I get to meet him."

Michael smiles, pointing at the guitar she's holding. "Ya know, it was music that brought me and him together too."

"Really?"

"In high school, I'd take his guitar from the music room. Keep it tuned, play it a bit. One day, he finally noticed." Michael thinks back to those days, to the way Alex had tried to be angry with him for taking it, the way he'd immediately softened and offered up the shed.

He flexes the fingers of his left hand.

"That's not very nice - to take it like that."

"He took it back!"

Bonnie laughs, hitting another chord quietly on the guitar before looking back up at him.

"High school?" She narrows her eyes. "How long ago was that?"

"Fifteen years?"

"Wow. That's - he really is a lucky guy." She moves to hit the string again, but pauses, as if needing to say more, and Michael waits. "So you wouldn't go back? If you could?"

"To Oasis?"

Bonnie nods, and Michael sighs. He's been thinking a lot about that ever since he kissed Alex outside the Pony six months ago. Ever since they'd made the decision to move in together. His dream has always been to go back to the home he'd left behind, but it's felt different ever since he found out Alex's has always been here, in Roswell.

I don't need to build a pretend world when I get the chance to build the real thing with you.

And for the first time, it feels like an easy question to answer. "There's nothing there for me there. It took me a long time to figure that out."

"You'd give up that dream?"

Maybe that's always been his issue, that returning to the planet they came from has always been something to look for, but not attainable. He's had theories over the years, ways he might be able to one day travel there. The plans his mom had been making before it all went to hell.

"Alex is here."

"You'd give it all up for him?"

Was he really giving up something he never knew? Alex's words play over and over in his mind. What did it say about him if now, after everything, after finally him and Alex getting to a good spot, that he'd just up and leave? After so many years of watching Alex walk away, of Alex leave him behind.

Could he do the same? Could he make that choice to be the one doing the leaving?

Before he can answer, his phone rings in his pocket. A new phone Isobel had thrusted at him after not being able to get in touch with him. He'd listened as she'd cried over Anatsa, blaming herself for not coming clean to the person she supposedly loved and losing them instead. He knew a little bit of what that was like, to feel as though you'd lost someone.

His half of the necklace falls from his pocket onto the gravel.

"Good, no one's smashed this one yet," Isobel snaps as soon as the call connects.

Michael watches as Bonnie leans over, picking up the necklace and holding it in her hand, inspecting it. There's something in her eyes as she looks at it, fear perhaps.

"Liz found something so if you could hurry up playing the double agent, meet us at the lab."

He ends the call without saying a word, not uncommon when Isobel is on a mission. But right now he's too focused on Bonnie.

"Did you make this?"

He ducks his head. "I like to work with my hands. Keeps me busy."

She runs her finger along the broken edge, where it's obvious another piece fits.

"There's more to it?"

"Alex has it."

He notices a shift in her, a look of discomfort suddenly becoming more evident.

"Bonnie?"

She shakes her head, suddenly laying the guitar down and standing up, stepping away from him, the necklace still clutched in her hand.

"There's something I have to tell you."

#roswell new mexico #michael guerin #rnm bonnie #malex #malex fanfic #notso writes fanfic

[anime-lover-forever-1127]

Expecting... Pups {Klaroline} - Chapter 2: I'll Wait, I'll Wait

I'll Wait, I'll Wait

*****

Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued)

I do not own "The Vampire Diaries", it belongs to its original creator Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec, and L. J. Smith. Nor do I own "Originals", which belongs to it's rightful creator Julie Plec, Michael Narducci, Leslie Morgenstein, Gina Girolamo. This is only a fanfiction that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release of "The Vampire Diaries" and "Originals". Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited.

Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out. P.s. I also ask that you do not copy my work and publish it onto any other website.

If you're gonna use my idea, please ask me (If you ask nicely, I for sure, will agree). If I don't contact you within a week, then just assume I'm giving you the all clear and go for it. Just remember to credit me and the story you are getting the idea from.

Warnings: Hayley Bashing, Tyler Bashing, Spoilers for Originals Season 1 Episode 1

*****

Today's Special

I'll wait, I'll wait

I love you like you've never felt the pain

I'll wait

I promise you don't have to be afraid

I'll wait

Love is here and here to stay

So lay your head on me

~Little Do You Know By Alex & Sierra

*****

Caroline was woken up the next day by her phone ringing nonstop. The pregnant woman groaned and turned away from the sound, trying to muffle it by burying her face into Klaus' side.

The hybrid, who had been sitting angst the headboard and up for the past hour, sketching, chuckled at her antics. "I'm not opposed to this, but it won't stop ringing until you pick it up."

Caroline groaned. "Whoever's calling this early in the morning, deserves to die." she growled, but quickly shot up once she remembered who she was talking to. She smiled sheepishly at him, "On second thought, let's not."

"Just say the word, love." Klaus smirked, going back to the sketch he was making of a sleeping Caroline. The blonds face was snuggled into her pillow, her golden locks a wave behind her. She was curled up into a little ball, with her hands resting protectively on her stomach.

The werewolf picked up her phone, to see an incoming call from Tyler. For a minute she debated not picking it up. But she didn't want anyone to worry, so she decided to accept the call.

"Caroline! Where are you?" Tyler demanded the second she picked up.

Klaus growled, not at all liking the mutt's tone. Caroline placed a hand on his arm to calm him down, but Tyler had already heard him. "Who's that? Where are you?" Tyler demanded.

This angered the former Miss Mystic Falls winner and she stood up and began pacing around as she growled into the phone. "That is none of your business."

"What the hell do you mean?" The hybrid asked.

"It means that you have no right to demand anything of me, I don't have to explain myself to you." The blond answered. "Especially after you ran away and ignored all my calls."

"Incase you don't remember. Klaus is after me!" Tyler shouted at her.

The pregnant werewolf took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. She could feel Klaus walk up to her and gently wrap and arm around her, running his fingers over her arm. The action helped soothe her, and she prepared for the upcoming argument. "I told you that he said you were free to come back."

"He's Klaus! Who knows when he'll change his mind." Tyler scoffed.

Caroline finally snapped, "He gave me his word!" she shouted into the phone. Enraged that Tyler was making excuses. "You know what. Let's end this. We're over!"

Caroline knew that Tyler and her had only ended up together because they were the only two wolves in Mystic Falls. If it wasn't for that, they would have broken up a long time ago.

But she refused to put up with that toxic relationship any longer. Especially because of her baby. Between finding out she's pregnant at 19, to the witches. She already had enough on her plate. And plus...

She knew that she was beginning to have feelings for Klaus. She had them since Mystic Falls. It's just time she began doing what was best for her, and not her friends, by acknowledging them.

"What the hell are you talking about Care!" Tyler said outraged. "Wait! This is about Klaus isn't it! How the hell did you even manage to get him to give you his word? You must have slept with him, didn't you. God your such a -"

Klaus snatched the phone out of Caroline's hand, "I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you mate." he growled.

Tyler wanted to say something. But the tone of Klaus' voice had his blood freezing in his veins and his wolf lowering his head and whimpering.

"You know, my exact words to Caroline were that you were free to return to Mystic Falls. So that means I can't harm you once you're there. But you aren't in Mystic Falls are you?" Taking his silence as his answer, Klaus continued. "I wonder, will you be able to reach Mystic Falls? I'll be nice. I'll only put a hit out on your head to 5% of my acquaintances. Alright."

Tyler may have been cocky, but Caroline knew exactly what it meant. The population of Mystic Falls may have been arrogant, but the rest of the world knew exactly why they should fear the originals. The only reason Katherine had managed to run for so long is because of her age and Elijah intervening when needed.

But Tyler didn't have Katherine's skills, or another original's protection. So even with only 5% of Klaus connections, that would be well into the hundreds, there was no way he'd make it.

With that, Klaus hung up.

Caroline glared up at him, "Was this really necessary?"

Klaus looked down at her, "I wasn't just going to let him insult you like that. Neither should you."

"I wasn't going to." Caroline protested. She sighed, "As happy as I am you defended me. I can fight my own battles. So you can stop trying to prove that you're the Alpha Male." she teased.

"I don't have to prove anything, love. I am the Alpha Male." Klaus smirked, repeating the words he said to her so long ago.

"It's a shame to see that your graduation gift wasn't really used." He says, using the arm he had wrapped around her shoulder to spin her around and pull her close.

Caroline giggled, "Please, I feel like it's anything but a shame for you." She then looked down at her stomach. "Doesn't really matter. Turns out, you ended up giving me another gift anyway." She says, gesturing to her abdomen that would soon begin to grow in the coming months, from the life growing within her.

The life that they created. Together.

Klaus feels a smile appear on his face, and closes his eyes, just letting himself enjoy the sound of Caroline, and their child's heartbeats. It truly was music to his ears.

He buried his nose into her neck, and let it trail upward, until his warm breath was hitting her war.

"Wait." Caroline began, as her head began growing foggy.

Klaus stops, and reluctantly pulls away.

That was one of the things Caroline loved most about him. He knew what her no's meant, and never pushed past them. He always let her say when she was ready.

"What are we Caroline?" Klaus asked softly, her eyes bearing into hers.

"I just broke up..." Caroline began, but didn't know where to go from there so she decided to use a different approach. "I know there's something between us." she confessed. "And I want to give us a proper chance." Klaus smiled at that, and opened his mouth to say something but Caroline placed a finger on his lips. "But before I can do that. I need some time. I need time to truly accept everything that's happening. This pregnancy itself is a lot to swallow. I just need time to come to terms with it. I thought I did yesterday. And I do want this child. Our child. But the responsibility of caring for another being and raising them. It's a lot. And... I just need a little bit more time." She said, her voice going quiet. Was that truly too much to ask?

But Klaus, like always. Was willing to provide whatever she needed, and wanted. "However long it takes." He reminds her.

He had plans for her.

To let her come to him, before he turned her into a hybrid and gave her immortality. Elena may be a vampire now. But he always had back up plans. Especially if it meant keeping his weakness safe.

He wasn't going to allow time, or death to rip his love away from him. He refused to.

Caroline smiles, until she remembered Hayley was downstairs. "What about Hayley?"

Klaus sighed as he remembered that nuisance. He really couldn't have everything he wanted at once could he?

Caroline was pregnant with his child. Nothing could make him happier. And now that memory is forever scarred by the other she-wolf.

He honestly only slept with her because he was upset about Caroline's rejections, and the only face that he saw well doing that deed, was his Queen's. By the time he came too, it was too late.

They weren't even in a relationship. Yet he couldn't help but feel like he had betrayed her that day.

And now, that mistake was coming back to bite him in the ass.

"I don't feel a connection to her. Or the child she carries. Neither does my wolf." Klaus tells her honestly.

Caroline shakes her head, "That doesn't change the fact that the child is yours. You may not like Hayley, heck I hate her. But the child she carries is innocent. It deserves a father." She paused, and looked down at her feet. "Do you feel a connection to ours?" she asks, barley above a whisper.

Klaus gently pushes her chin up, so her eyes are meeting his. "I won't be able to leave our side. My wolf won't let me. I don't want to either. I want to see our child brought into this world. I want to protect them from all it's horrors, and show them all it's wonders."

Caroline nods, understanding what he means. "I want my mate to." she adds.

"So we're mates?" Klaus teases.

Caroline smiles, "You've already won over my wolf side. But it won't be as easy. You have to earn my trust again." She says, adding the last part softly.

Klaus nods, "Prove that you can trust me."

Caroline smiles, remembering that conversation. "Well then, Step 1. Get me some food." She orders. "You promised me food, art, and culture. Didn't you?"

"You heard my message."

"More than once." Caroline confesses. Seeing his smug smile, she instantly regrets admitting that and changes the topic again. "Keeping your promise is a good way to show that I can trust you. I can't go out. But I want at least 1 out of 3."

He gently kisses her cheek, "I promised to show you my favorite city. I intend to keep it. Just give me some time and I'll lay the city at your feet."

*****

"You alright?" Elijah asked when he entered the room to see Hayley coughing.

"Just dust." The werewolf answered. "This place is ancient."

Elijah nods, "Yes, it should serve our purposes. It's a sanctuary from our business in the Quarter. Right now, you are one of the most important people in this family. You need a good home. So I'm curious... in all this time, has anyone asked you how you feel?"

Hayley scowled internally at the mention of Caroline. She was hoping to gain Klaus attention. But so far, the hybrid had led the blond up to his room, and she hadn't seen him since. "About having a miracle baby with a psychotic one-night-stand?"

"About being a mother." Elijah corrected. Honestly, his primary concern would always be the baby in Hayley's womb. But he was relieved that he at least wouldn't have to worry about anything happening to the one in Caroline's. There was no way his brother would let any harm befall his beloved.

"I – I was abandoned when I was born and my adoptive parents kicked me out the second that I turned into a wolf. So... I don't really know how I feel about being a mother because I... I never really had a good one." Hayley stuttered out, hoping to gain Elijah's sympathy.

She remembers all the stories she had heard in Mystic Falls about how Elijah had made a deal to protect Elena.

Poor, innocent, pathetic Elena.

"I will always protect you. You have my word on that." Elijah told her, firmly.

Hayley smirked inwardly, this was exactly what she wanted. She's a wolf in a city full of vampires. She needed to be protected to survive this. And if her baby was the key to it, then so be it.

There was no way Klaus would even give her a second glance. Especially not with Caroline here.

So her best bet would be Elijah.

He wasn't the all powerful hybrid. But he is an original. Powerful in his own right. So she'd just have to settle for him then.

Hayley slowly walked up to him, placing her hand in front of her, she began playing coy. "I noticed the room next to yours was empty. Could I perhaps take that one?"

Elijah froze, not expecting that request.

Normally he wouldn't mind whatever room she chose.

But the one next to his was reserved for someone very dear to him.

He knew the chances of her ever using it very next to none.

But he always had a room prepared, the room next to his, for his Katerina. That was something he made sure all his houses had.

He made sure the rooms were fit for her taste, nothing but the very best. And ensured that the closet was always large enough for comforts. Knowing how much his women loved her clothes.

He knew he made a mistake, leaving her like he did.

Katerina's temper was legendary. So he decided to wait a bit for her to cool down before chasing after her. He knew he'd have to wait and beg for her forgiveness.

But he was ready to grovel for however long it took to earn her forgiveness.

And now that his brother was well on his way to finding happiness with Caroline, perhaps he'd be open to finally allowing him and Rebekah to find theirs.

So Elijah gently shook her head. "I'm afraid not. But you are more than free to take the one down the hall."

Hayley's face soured but before she could say anything Klaus entered the room. "And noble Elijah always keeps his word." He chuckles.

"Is it done?" Elijah asks.

"As a matter of fact, yes." Klaus says, pretending to look thoughtful. "Your underhanded deal worked quite well. Because if I had to leave Caroline's side of a fool's errand, I would be quite displeased."

Elijah nodded. "Did it go well?"

"Marcel was only too happy to accept my blood even as he accepted my heartfelt apologies. His man Thierry still lives, and I remain a welcome guest in the French Quarter." Klaus says, walking into the room. "My own concern now is this coven of impudent witches. More specifically, the fact that Sophie's life is linked to Caroline's and our child's."

"Hey, what about me?" Hayley reminded him. But Klaus didn't even spare her a glance.

Elijah sighed, "I believe them to be honorable. They were more than agreeable in releasing Caroline, and in the end. They released Hayley as well."

"Though they haven't been entirely forthcoming." Elijah informed his brother. "Marcel obviously has something that they need. They don't want him dead. There must be a reason why."

"A secret weapon." Klaus concludes. He turns to Hayley finally acknowledging her presence. "Leave." He orders her.

She's about to protest, but Klaus eyes flash amber, as his wolf dares her to try and disobey him. She grumbles and walks to the door. As she passes by him, Klaus wraps his hand around her upper arms, in a tight grip.

Elijah opens his mouth to protest, but Klaus raises his other hand to silence him. "Hayley, I haven't forgotten your last betrayal of the hybrid. But let me make myself perfectly clear. Should you do anything to put Caroline or the child she carries in danger. I will keep you alive, and torture you until the end of your days. I will find your family, any you may have out there, and I will torture them slowly and painfully. Understood?"

Hayley tries to pull her arm away, but could do nothing well Klaus didn't even react. "I'm carrying your child too." She reminded him.

"I couldn't care less." Klaus reminds her. "Should any harm befall her, and I link it back to you. You will be beginning for the mercy of death. Child be damned."

Hayley nods, fearfully. She dashes out of sight the second Klaus lets go of her.

"Was that really necessary, Niklaus?" Elijah asks.

"I've tortured pregnant women for less." Klaus reminds his brother.

"Yes, but she's pregnant with a Mikaelson." Elijah pleads.

"Let me make one thing clear. Brother." Klaus growls. "The only Mikaelson child I am concerned with is the one Caroline carries. The only reason Hayley's heart isn't out of her chest is because Caroline insists that despite all that Hayley's done, the she-wolf's child shouldn't be killed. Should anything happen to Caroline. I will flip this bloody game board on it's head and burn this city to the ground."

Elijah could see that there was no reasoning with his brother, so eventually sighed. "Marcel. He's clearly using this weapon to control the witches. He has assembled a small army of vampires. Working together, we could destroy them from the inside."

"And what of Rebekah?" Klaus asks him. "Has she stopped her pouting long enough to join the fun?"

Elijah sighs, "She has made disinterest quite clear."

"One too many times daggered and shoved in a box I gathered," Klaus smirks. "Or perhaps don't share your unwavering belief that I can be saved."

"She didn't at first." Elijah admits. "Though she did change her tune when I revealed Mis. Forbes was carrying your child as well. Rebekah may still surprise us yet. After all, we all swore the same vow." He says, removing the sheet covering the desk."

"I hope she stays far away." Klaus says, pouring himself a drink. "Because in my desire to reclaim this town, to steal from Marcel that which he holds most dear, I have realized one massive vulnerability. One weakness that Marcel could exploit."

"And what is that?" Elijah asks. "Mis Forbes?"

Klaus chuckles, "Oh no. I'm not letting that one out of my sight unless absolutely necessary. I can't be in two places at once either. So you must be protected and out of harm's way." Klaus says, stabbing Elijah in the heart with the silver dagger coated in white oak ash that he had prepared ahead of time.

"Forgive me, my brother." Klaus apologizes. "There is no power in love." But as Klaus says this, the image of the blond werewolf resting upstairs flashed in his mind, and he failed to fully believe his own words. "Mercy makes you weak. Family makes you weak."

Once Elijah's body had completely grayed, Klaus placed his body in his coffin.

Klaus sighed, he knew Caroline wouldn't be happy with his decision to dagger Elijah. He could always try to hide it from her, but he knew that would only make it worse.

He could already imagine the storm that would follow when she finds out. But hopefully by then Elijah would be far away from here so she can't attempt to remove the dagger

So the best he could do is hide the body, and when she asks, tell her the truth.

*****

It's official. Episode 1 was the only one where Klaus REMODLY canon.

Would Klaus tell the witches to kill Hayley?

Yes.

Would Klaus have bit Marcel and his minions to put them in their place?

Yes. (THANK GOD)

Was Klaus a bit OC here?

Maybe.

But remember, this Caroline, so I think it was on point. And b) as someone nice once pointed out, there is no way I can make him more oc, then the show originals did.

They set the bar pretty high there.

So the only way I'm going over that 'Oc bar' is if I get into a rocket, and launch myself at the moon. But even then, I don't think I'd make it over it.

:)

Does anyone wanna guess what his backup plan for Caroline is? Here's a hint, think inside the box, because the answer is quite simple.

The answer to the back up plan he had in place to ensure Caroline became a hybrid, before they knew that the baby's blood could do it, will be revealed in a small scene later in the story.

The mood board for this was like pulling teeth, god was it painful to create. First, my files kept downloading through internet explorer which the collage app I use, doesn't accept. The, when I updated my computer, which luckily fixed the first problem, I kept downloading files in a way that once again, the app doesn't accept! So I didn't get to use like 9/10 of the pictures I wanted to at first. So something that normally takes me 5 minutes, took me forty. I was considering just scrapping the mood board for this, but in the end, my a small of of mercy, it finally worked. Sorry, I was a little frustrated, and ended up ranting.

Anyways,

KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!

#klaus #Niklaus #caroline x klaus #caroline forbes #klaus x caroline #caroline #werewolf caroline #pregnant caroline #pregnacy #anti-hayley #hayley #hayley bashing #tyler bashing #tyler #werewolf #katherine pierce #katherine #elijah x katherine #katherine x elijah #elijah mikaelson #elijah #TVD #tvd fanfiction #fanfiction #romance fanfiction #klaroline fanfiction #Klaroline #klaroline for life #I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP #KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

Hi can I request like a vinnie x reader like the reader wrote deja vu by olivia rodrigo (let’s pretend the reader wrote it and released it) and when the music video got posted on yt yall watch it together with the hype house members and when it finish your crying (tears of joy) and vinnie is proud of her and the other hype house congratulated the reader and thomas and alex filming everyone’s reactions and later thats night the reader and the other hypehouse member are hanging out in the living room and vinnie is all cuddled up to the reader and mia ask who’s the song abt and the reader said its abt vinnie and she explained it that she wrote the song when they broke up and vinnie got with another girl and everyone is shock.. you ucan continue it and do whatever you want in the end thank youu<33

Déjà Vu - Vinnie Hacker

Sooooo, I feel like this wasn't my best piece but I hope you still like it. I love Olivia Rodrigo 👀 I just can’t imagine Vinnie breaking someone’s hearts tbh, he looks way to sweet 

Warning : None

Word Count : 1.2k

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Today was an important day for you and your career. Your debut single Déjà vu was coming out and you couldn’t stop yourself from being excited but nervous at the same time. Having been doing covers of your favorite songs on social media for the last 2 years, fans wouldn’t stop asking you when your own music would come out. Today was the day they would hear your ideas for the first time in what seems like forever. You had posted little bits of some compositions you had made but never did you post a clip over 15 seconds long, let alone a full song.

You had been recording a lot in the past few weeks and when you presented the lyrics to Déjà vu to the producers, they fell in love with it. In all honesty you didn’t think it would be one of their favorites since it was sad and angry. You had written these lyrics a while back when you and your now boyfriend were apart. You and Vinnie had been good friends since the moment you had met. Being two growing TikToker, you found yourself hanging in the same places with the same group of friends.

Your relationship was complicated to say the least, you both knew you had feelings for each other, but he wasn’t ready to be in a relationship at the time and you were afraid to get into one as well. It didn’t stop the both of you of doing everything together, you were inseparable. From sharing one spoon to eat your favorite strawberry ice cream, to sharing clothes, you did everything a couple would do. All went crashing down the day you went on a trip with your best friends, a bunch of pictures of Vinnie and a blonde girl holding hand and sharing ice cream, laughing, came flooding the internet. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, the guy you liked, the guy you thought liked you too was with another women having the time of his life not even giving the time of day.

A few days after you came back from your trip, Vinnie had texted you, but you had decided to ignore him, staying in your room writing down into your notebook. That’s how the lyrics for your new song were created.

After that, things got awkward between the two of you, both of you having the same friend group, hanging out wasn’t easy. He would often bring his new friend with him and the situation made you uncomfortable and sad. They would share moments together, moment you first had with Vinnie, moments you thought belong to the two of you. The girl even posted pictures of places Vinnie would bring her to, places you showed him first.

A few months past and the two of them broke up, leaving the majority of your friends and yourself happy. Soon enough, Thomas invited you to move into the Hype House and you did. You and Vinnie got back to talking frequently and he one day asked you to lunch which you agreed to. You decided to give him a second chance and soon enough he asked you to be his girlfriend. Everyone had been talking about your relationship, approving of your love. The fans were mostly happy, some of them were mad that Vinnie found a new girlfriend, but for the most part, everyone was supportive.

Four weeks later, here you were, all sitting in the backyard waiting for the show to start. Your roommates had decided to surprise you with a nice diner, and they had set up an outdoor projection screen for the release of your debut single. Vinnie had his arms wrapped around you as the both of you sat down on a huge bean bag next to the others. You were all laughing and talking when the voice of the presenter got your attention.

“She’s been getting more and more popular over the past two years and fans had been waiting for her to drop her own music. From singing covers of her favorite songs on the internet to now coming out with her own song, this artist is destinate to a great career. We had the pleasure of getting the exclusivity of her debut single and videoclip, here is Déjà vu by (Y/F/N)”

The screen changed quickly, your face appearing as you licked some ice cream in a convertible. You had told Vinnie about the song a few weeks prior since it was about him. You could feel his arm tightened around you as he kissed your temple

“I’m so proud of you baby” he whispered so only you could hear. You smiled feeling the tears well up in your eyes, realizing how far you’ve come. It wasn’t always easy, but you were doing what you loved with the people who you cherished most. Once the videoclip ended, everyone was clapping making you laugh slightly as tears poured out your eyes.

“OMG! This song is so good (Y/N)” Kouvr said smiling widely as you turned towards her, seeing Alex filming.

“It is, and the video is great” Thomas continued

“Thank you, guys! You’re too kind, you’ve been supporting me from the beginning, and I couldn’t thank you enough for that” you said wiping your tears, looking at them.

“I could never do what you do, you’re so creative, where do you get all your inspiration from? Like for this song, I didn’t know you had all these emotions built up” Mia said, questioning you. You felt yourself tense up as Vinnie rubbed your arms softly.

“It was from an old relationship, all is good now” you shrugged, trying to avoid the question

“Well, this guy seems like he made a big mistake, who would do this to you?” Michael said trying to light up the mood

“Actually, it was me” Vinnie spoke as everyone looked at him with big eyes, including you.

“I’m sorry. What?” Kouvr was the first one to speak

“I was a dick to her two years ago, and I know I broke her hearth. I still regret it to this day and I’m sorry about everything” Vinnie stated now looking at you deeply

“I decided to forgive you and give you another chance and look where that has gotten us. I was scared at first, because of what had happened, but you proved me wrong. You showed me that you’ve changed and that you weren’t that guy anymore. You make me feel so special and I feel so lucky to have you”

“I love you baby, and I’m so proud of you” he said before kissing you tenderly, his tongue finding your bottom lip, making you smile slightly against his mouth

“Okay guys, get a room” Alex said, pushing Vinnie slightly

“We’ll gladly do that” he stood up, offering you his hand to help you do the same

“Stop” you said swatting his chest softly, laughing “Thank you guys so much for this perfect evening, I couldn’t wish for better friends”

“We love you (Y/N)” Mia said bringing you into a tight hug “And you” she said pointing at your boyfriend “If you break her hearth, I’ll have to kill you”

“Don’t worry, I won’t make this mistake a second time”

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Thanks for reading

Hope you liked it, let me know what you think

-K

#vinnie #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker tiktok #vhackerr

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ starting prompt: “for how long? for how long were you bottling this up?”

♡ pairing: kirby dach (chicago blackhawks) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “I used to hear a simple song. that was until you came along. now in its place I hear something new. I hear it when I look at you.”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes

you sat at your computer, typing away at work you had to get done for an internship. it was work you were putting off for a while now and you had to finally bite down and get it done. 

“hey, what are you doing right now?” your friend Aniya asked as you picked up the third frantic phone call from her, “work I need to get done for school. what do you need from me that you’re calling me for the third time?” you asked a bit annoyed. 

she rolled her eyes from the other side of the phone, “listen, I know you’ve been having issues with him so I want you to come out with us tonight,” she exclaimed, “I don’t care if you’re overwhelmed with work or not. you need to get over this slump and realize there’s more to you than Kirby fuckin’ Dach right now.” 

you slid down your chair, growling in response, “I don’t wanna and if I don’t want too, you can’t make me,” you tried to fight back which only earned a laugh in return, “yeah right! see you tonight at nine! we’re going to be at Falco’s so see you there!” she blurted out before hanging up the phone. 

you looked down at the clock, seeing that it read five in the afternoon. you had been in the coffee shop for a little over three hours and while the first hour and a half was spent with you just procrastinating, the remaining time was you actually working and getting most of it done.

however! 

looking at the time, you realized you might as well get up and leave before it got any later. you knew you had time to go out with your friends but you recent fall out with Kirby made it almost nearly impossible to do as such.  

the fallout was one you saw coming for a while now. 

between your schooling and interning and Kirby’s career, the time you had with each other was rare. you tried to make time for him, you really did, but Kirby ultimately put down the times you asked to hang out with him. he usually said it was because he was hanging with a few teammates and while that was true, you had also saw a few of his girl friends with him. 

you weren’t a jealous girl, not by a long shot but it was hard to see your boyfriend with a bunch of girls hanging out and not inviting you. you tried to remain calm about the situation but eventually, it got too into your head and you confronted him about it. 

+

“you know what Kirby?” you whispered to him, not looking at him anymore, “I’m tired. I don’t know you anymore and you could care less about me. how about I do us both a favor and just end this now?” 

Kirby’s eyes widened at what he was hearing. 

“I never said I cared less about you!” 

“it feels like it, Dach! all I ask for you is hang out with me when you have the time and be around when you can but the last three times I asked to hang out and get dinner, you’ve denied me saying you were going to be with ‘the boys’ and then what do I see? you with Boqvist and a bunch of other girls! hanging out and having a good time. do you know how much that hurts? seeing your boyfriend surrounded by a bunch of girls and not even giving you the time of day anymore?

Kirby looked at the ground, knowing what you were saying was true, “how long? how long were you bottling this up?” he finally asked. 

“too long, I guess but like I said before, let me do us a favor and break it off here. I love you, I really do but I’m tired of not being prioritized. I’m tired of coming second, third, and fourth place in your life. I’m tired of having to beg for the attention of my damn boyfriend at this point,” you tried to contain your tears but couldn’t, “I knew our lives were very different from the very moment we meant but I never thought we’d end for a reason like this. maybe Aniyah had a point....maybe our lives are too different from each other and that this wouldn’t work out.

you grabbed your bag, slinging it over you and your wallet that was on his table. you could see the panic in his eyes as he tried to say make up something to say but failing to do so. 

“so you’re ending it then?” Kirby asked from the door of his apartment. you gave him a teary eyed look, “I don’t want too but you’re making it hard to be with you so yeah, I guess I am.” 

you grabbed your CTA card from your wallet and opening the door of his apartment building to catch the nearest CTA train home. Kirby hated when you rode the train so late but you weren’t about to give him the benefit of driving you back home. 

throughout the entire train ride home, you had gotten a dozen texts from Kirby, asking you if you were safe and to at least text him when you got home but after what felt like the 100th text, you blocked his number, his Snap, and any socials he had left. 

it even got to the point where Adam had to message you to ask if you were okay. you knew that he would go back and text Kirby so you didn’t bother to reply to his text either. 

+

once you got home, you slumped your backpack onto the couch and ate leftovers you had from yesterday. you were in no mood to cook and you knew since Aniyah was expecting you to meet her at Falco’s, your time had to go to getting ready. 

the food felt bland in your mouth as you tried to hype yourself up for the outting. it would have been a lot better if Kirby was going with you but putting that thought aside, you threw the rest of the food away and went to your bathroom to start getting ready. 

you figured since Falco’s wasn’t really a hugely popular bar in Chicago, the idea that anyone cute would be there went out the window. the only ones who knew of Falco was you, Aniyah, and Kirby who you had brought with you a few times. 

the makeup you applied was very light and the outfit was on the simpler side. since you weren’t trying to get anyone’s attention, flying under the radar in terms of looks, you knew doing the bare minimum would do the trick. 

by the time you finished getting ready, it was already 8:30 and Falco’s was on the other side of town. you caught the last train to the other end of town and walked the rest of way there. when you finally arrived, you saw the place a bit more packed than usual. 

“( your name )! over here!” you heard Aniyah’s scream from a table. you gave them a wave and a small smile before sliding into the booth, “these are my friends! Michael and Trey!” she introduced you. 

you shook their hands and introduced yourself to them as all of you ordered a few round of drinks. since Kirby was only 20, whenever you invited him out to bars or the like, he tended to be the one to carry you back home when you got a bit too drunk. 

“so, where do you go to school?” Michael asked, as he took a sip of his drink, “oh, I go to a smaller school here in Chicago,” you replied. he nodded understandingly, “oh shit,” you heard Aniyah’s voice say from underneath her breath. 

you gave her a look as she pointed at who walked in. you followed her finger and were immediately taken back when you saw it was not only Kirby but Adam, Alex, Dylan, and his girlfriend as well. 

“we’ll be back in one second,” Aniyah told Michael and Trey before dragging you away to the single stall bathrooms, “girl, I had no idea they would be here. you know I would never do this to you,” she said frantically, “I swear, they just had to show up, didn’t they?”

“Aniyah, it’s okay. I just wish I would have dressed a bit better considering he’s here,” you murmured under your breath. Aniyah smirked, seeing your outfit, “well, just take off the jacket, the shirt your wearing is already doing you justice by being a crop and the shorts look amazing on you as it is,” she said snatching the jacket off of you.

the two of you spent a bit more time in the bathroom, restyling your outfit a bit more before walking out. you made a beeline to the bar, ordering all four of you shots of tequila. 

“he’s looking at you, you know?” Aniyah murmured as you shrugged, “serves him right,” you replied before giving Michael a smile and look at the three of them, “bottoms up!” you exclaimed before taking the shot and chugging it down with ease. 

all of you cheered at Michael called for another round of shots to the table but before they could get there, Dylan’s girlfriend came up to the table and gave you a hug. 

“hi, how have you been?” she asked as she let you go, “fine! just getting a few drinks with some friends! how are you?” you asked as hesitantly as possible. you knew she meant no harm but whenever the four hung out with each other, it was rare when she tagged and only did if you were coming along. 

“ah, fine. just here with Dylan and a few of the boys. I know with you and Kirby, it must be a bit awkward, huh?” she said a bit awkwardly. you gave her a small smile, “I guess but I gotta go before they start thinking I left them. I’m a few tables over so if you want to take a shot with us, come by!” you said giving her a quick peck on the cheek before leaving. 

Aniyah gave you a look, quickly telling you to spill but you shot it down as all of your shots were brought to the table. 

throughout the night, you got progressively more drunk. the tequila shots were hitting a bit harder than you thought and before you knew it, any shy bone in your body quickly went away when the sixth shot entered your body. Aniyah knew that your drunk persona was not who you were sober. 

“does she really get this way when she’s drunk?” Michael asked, seeing you singing into the half full bottle of Smirnoff Ice. Aniyah laughed, “she does! trust me, one time she got onto a table at a friendsgiving dinner and sang every word to Girls in The Hood without messing up.” 

the three of them laughed as you grabbed another shot and chugged it down, “oh my god I love this song!” you told Aniyah as you grabbed her by the hand and shook her, “I’m gonna go see if Tayler is available!” you exclaimed as you jumped over Michael to get to where Dylan’s girlfriend was. 

Aniyah immediately got up and chased you to the table but was too late. you were already grabbing her by the hand and dragging her up, “oh my god, you’re plastered,” she giggled, seeing the drunk in your eyes, “I haven’t seen her this drunk since your birthday!” Dylan added on. 

Aniyah got to the table and grabbed you by the hand, “Michael bought everyone a shot, we should go and take it together,” Aniyah murmured in your ear. you shrugged, “tell him to wait a second, I’m talking to her!” you responded as Tayler laughed, enjoying your new found confidence. 

“god, I haven’t seen you this plastered since you know when,” Aniyah growled, giving Kirby a side eye. all he did was watch the table you were sitting at and seeing the boy named Michael giving you look of what he saw as lust, “aww, hi Dylan! hi Adam and Alex!” you said excitedly. 

they gave you waves as they tried to not look in Kirby’s direction. you hadn’t spared him a look as you saw Michael heading over your way, “hey, you guys coming? Trey wants to know if you’re heading back to his place to continue drinking.”

you had never heard silence this loud. although everyone in the bar was still talking and drinking, the air immediately turned stiff. Michael had his arm around your shoulder, “uh, yeah? one second!” Aniyah said seeing as you weren’t even in the right headspace to be going anywhere. 

“she can’t. she’s heading home,” Kirby finally spoke up. Aniyah, Michael, and everyone else looked to see Kirby’s dead serious face, “I think I might’ve missed something. who are you?” Michael asked looking to Kirby. 

Aniyah and Tayler saw the rage building up in Kirby’s eyes, “her boyfriend, can I ask who you are?” he replied, not taking his eyes off of him. Michael laughed, “her supposed date. I thought she was single,” he said with a smirk that ticked Kirby off more than it should have. 

“sorry, you aren’t. she’s too drunk to be going anywhere that isn’t her house so how about you get moving before this turns into something you don’t want coming.” 

Michael laughed, putting his hands on the table, “or you’re gonna do what?” Kirby rolled the sleeves of his button up up making Adam and Dylan start to get nervous, “playing professional hockey has its perks,” he replied. 

“no, what you’re not going to do is create a scene in this bar. Kirby, you’re a professional. if you want, you can take her home if you’d like but you’re not getting into trouble for something marginally stupid as an argument.” 

Aniyah gave Kirby a look before motioning to Trey to come and get Michael before he did anything stupid. you on the other hand were too busy sitting next to Adam and singing whatever song was playing through the speakers to realize what was going on. 

“come on, lets get you home,” Kirby murmured into your ear. you gave Kirby a confused, “no! you’re not my boyfriend anymore so I go where Aniyah goes!” you said through slurred words.

“I don’t want to seem like a dick but you got to go home and you’re going home right now. you’re too drunk to understand anything or anyone.” 

you didn’t bother to fight as you felt an overwhelming feeling of tiredness hit you. you usually got like that when you got drunk. 

after Aniyah gave Kirby your bag with your house keys, he hitched a ride from Dylan to get back to your place. they could all sense the anger in Kirby as he was still sitting on the argument. it was pretty wild to see Kirby so angry but when it came to you, they knew he would do anything for you. 

he thanked Dylan for the ride as he grabbed your arm and slung it over his should, carrying you inside. the trip to your apartment was struggle as you kept talking gibberish to yourself and making Kirby laugh. 

as soon as he got your door open, he took off your shoes and place you in bed, making sure you were at least comfortable enough to fall asleep. by the time he had placed you in bed, you were snoring your life away against the pillow. 

Kirby knew it was best to sleep on the couch to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself if you were still drunk when you got up. he grabbed the small throw pillow and a blanket you kept underneath the couch and tried to get comfortable as possible. 

-

it hit five in the morning when Kirby heard throwing up sounds from the bathroom. he slowly got up from bed and saw you hunched over the toilet bowl. 

“you okay?” he finally spoke up, making you jump in fear. you gave him an angry look, “what the hell are you doing here?” you asked, confused as to why he was here. 

“I had to take you home from Falco’s. you were extremely drunk and were about to do something you were probably going to regret the minute Aniyah left you so she gave me the keys to your house and let me watch over you until you got up.” 

you sighed, “where is Aniyah?” you asked. “home. she had to calm down the guys she brought because he was trying to cause a scene inside the bar and told me just to take you home before any news of me getting into a fight broke out into the news,” he explained. 

you leaned up against the wall, giving him a defeating look, “what do you want with me, Kirby? I appreciate you taking care of me but what do you want as a return?” you replied. 

Kirby kneeled onto one knee and looked at you, “to give me a second chance. I know I fucked up. I fucked up so bad but these last few weeks have been hell. I miss you calling me after every game and having dinner through a facetime call. I miss your voice first thing in the morning. I just want you to give me one more chance and if I fuck up, you’ll never have to hear from me again. I swear!” he said, almost pleadingly. 

you stared at Kirby, trying to see if he was being truthful. you could tell behind the eyes of desperation, he was telling the truth. 

“one more chance and if you ruin it, we’re done.” Kirby went in to kiss you as you immediately dodged it, “first of all, I need to brush my teeth and you won’t be kissing me at least for another few days. you could suffer some more,” you joked, giving him a wink.

he growled playfully and watched as you brushed your teeth, “but you can snuggle me while I sleep off this hangover,” you said as he happily followed you back into bed. 

#nhl #nhl imagine #chicago blackhawks #blackhawks #kirby dach #kirby dach imagine #kirby dach x reader #hockey #hockey imagine #imagine #kirby dach x you #nhl fic

[manesalex]

House of Memories (1/3)

When an accident in Michael's bunker leaves Alex unconscious and without any of his memories, Michael needs to enter his mind and remind him who he is.

Warnings for lots of smut and slight dubcon (due to amnesia).

Inspired by putting out the fire with gasoline by @sabrinachill. Thank you, Mattie, for both inspiring me to write more Malex than I have in a long time and for being your wonderful self.

Also available on ao3.

***

"What did you find?" Michael tries to control his panic but he knows Isobel can feel it, buzzing underneath his skin, making it hard to breathe.

Isobel makes him wait for it, taking a few sips from her nail polish remover bottle.

Michael forces himself not to push her, instead looking over at the unconscious form on the bed. It's not the first time that he's wished he had Max's powers, that he could make all those wires and tubes unnecessary, that he could help Alex in any way.

Instead, he's useless to Alex, first watching Kyle hover and run tests and then Isobel step in when an earthly solution couldn't be found.

Hell, he can't even hold him like he wants to because, until recently, he was too busy pushing Alex away and pursuing a relationship with Alex's friend to realize that Alex was finally ready to stay. That Alex wanted to build a life with him. That he can have everything he wants if only he can do the work to be ready for it.

Michael was finally on the right path, working on getting sober, trying to figure out what the hell he wants to do with his life now that he's accepted that Earth is his home, that he wants to stay here for good. That his home is wherever Alex Manes is.

And then this happened.

They were in Michael's bunker, Michael working on his ship while Alex helped him talk through all the ideas in his head.

Alex had just licked his lips and all Michael could think about was kissing him and, before he knew it, he was dropping the piece in his hand and Alex was reaching out to catch it and then--

Seeing Alex so still had terrified him. He's sure he'll have nightmares about it for the rest of his life.

Isobel finally speaks, "He's in there. But he doesn't seem to know who he is."

"What do you mean he doesn't know who he is?" Kyle asks, reminding Michael of his presence.

"He knows his name and he's still Alex, snarky attitude and all," Isobel replies. "But he didn't recognize me. He doesn't know where he's from or if he has any siblings or that his dad was an absolute monster. It's like, whatever it happened, it wiped his memory."

"Maybe that's good," Michael says softly. "Maybe he'll be happier if he can't remember his dad or the war or--" his voice cracks, "or me."

The thought of Alex not remembering him, them, makes him feel like his chest will crack open, but he also can't help but remember the boy he fell in love with, the boy who was kind and believed that people could be good. The first human who looked at Michael with something other than pity or disgust.

He can't help but imagine him growing up free of Jesse Manes, of a parent who couldn't see what a gift Alex's mere existence is, a parent who tried to break him.

He remembers the look on Alex's face when he told him about Maria, that brief flash of pain, the way he hid it, the self-loathing that came after.

And Michael just doubled down on it.

Yeah, he's pretty sure Alex would be better off without that memory.

"You're an idiot," Isobel interrupts his thoughts.

"Isobel is right," Kyle says and Michael takes the opportunity to glare at him. "I mean, I'm pretty sure, if we want him to wake up, he needs to remember."

"I think he needs to remember on his own," Isobel adds. "Just a sense I got from being in there."

Kyle nods, "Alex is stubborn. You push too hard and--"

"He'll walk away," Michael breathes.

"I was going to say shut down and find another problem to focus on, but sure." Kyle looks at him, "But I think you're going to have to go in there and give him a little nudge."

Michael is pretty sure that's the worst idea and even Kyle is a better choice, but Isobel is nodding and saying, "Kyle is right. You're the best option."

***

So that's how Michael ends up in Alex's mind.

They're in the desert and Alex is sitting on a blanket, his eyes closed, his face tilted up toward the sun.

He looks more at peace than Michael has ever seen him.

"Did the blonde woman send you?" Alex asks, eyes still closed, like he can sense Michael is there.

"Yeah," Michael's voice is rougher than he'd like, betraying his emotions.

Alex gestures for him to sit, so Michael does, leaving a bit of distance between them. He doesn't know how to start.

"It's beautiful here," Michael says, for lack of a better opening. But it's true too. It looks oddly familiar, but, then again, Michael and Alex both grew up in New Mexico. It makes sense that Alex's mind would provide a familiar backdrop.

"It is, isn't it?" Alex finally looks at him, a smile on his face. That easy smile is like a punch to his gut. He’s never seen Alex smile that easily.

"Did Isobel -- the blonde woman -- explain what's going on?" Michael asks.

"I know I'm unconscious. And that I-- my memory is blank." He pauses before asking, "I know you, don't I? Out there?"

"Yeah, Alex. You do." It hurts more than he expected, knowing that the most important human in his world doesn't recognize him.

"Are we friends?"

Michael takes a second too long to answer and he can see that Alex catches it but doesn't say anything. "Yeah, Alex. We're friends."

"Was I--" Alex pauses, looking pained. "Was I a good person?"

"You're the best person I know," Michael answers easily.

Alex nods, accepting it far more easily than he normally would. They’re quiet for a while, Alex soaking up the sun, Michael soaking up Alex’s presence. And then, “How does this work?”

“Pretty sure this is your mind,” Michael replies. “You make the rules. Whatever you’re looking for has to be in here somewhere.”

Alex stands, stretches, his movements too easy. Which Michael guesses makes sense. Alex wouldn’t remember that he lost a part of his leg. “Would you come with me?” Alex holds out his hand for Michael.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to,” Michael replies easily, taking Alex’s hand and letting Alex pull him to his feet. To his surprise, Alex doesn’t let go, merely interlacing their fingers and starting to walk.

The landscape doesn’t work like it does in the real world. One moment they’re in the New Mexico desert. Then they take a step and they’re inside the Crashdown.

Alex doesn’t seem phased by it, but it’s an adjustment for Michael. Still, he goes with it, asking, “What would you say to fries and a shake?”

“I’d like that,” Alex smiles at him and Michael wishes he could make Alex smile like this forever.

He’s just heading toward the kitchen when a basket of fries and a shake with two straws sticking out of it appears on the counter. So Michael picks them up and carries them to a booth, sliding in one side, watching as Alex takes the other.

Michael takes a sip, before saying, “I see you remembered what kind of shake you like.”

Alex’s smile is sad now, “I know the little things. Like how I like my shakes. And that I dip my fries in them,” he illustrates, popping one in his mouth, chewing, and swallowing before continuing. “The bigger things are gone.”

Michael nods and grabs a couple of fries for himself.

***

They've long since finished the shake, but they haven't stopped talking.

This Alex is more openly flirtatious and it makes Michael's heart ache for what could have been. For the boy who was punished for who he was when who he was was beautiful.

"Can I ask you something?" Alex finally asks.

"Sure." Michael shrugs, "Can't promise I'll answer though."

"Was I happy? Out there?"

"I-- I can't answer that for you," Michael says. He suddenly feels like he's going to be sick. A part of him wants to apologize, to admit to Alex that he wasn't, that every time he got close, Michael pushed and Alex ran.

"Were we--" Alex looks down at Michael's lips for just a moment, licking his own before continuing, "Were we together?"

"Don't think I can answer that either, sorry," Michael says. He can't say no and break this Alex's heart, let him think he wasn't wanted, even if Michael spent enough time in the real world doing just that. But he's not going to lie to him either.

Alex looks at him thoughtfully for a moment before standing up and striding straight towards the jukebox, examining it before tapping a couple of buttons.

Michael knows for a fact that Bright Eyes' First Day of My Life isn't on the Ortecho's jukebox, but that's what starts to play.

Alex walks back over to him and holds out a hand, "Dance with me?"

Michael doesn't hesitate to take it, to let Alex pull him into his arms, to sway back and forth with him.

Alex doesn't seem to notice when the location changes again. They're in the UFO Emporium, looking exactly like it did more than a decade ago, exactly the same as the day he first kissed Alex.

Alex is looking up at him, eyes dark, a soft smile on his beautiful face. He looks down at Michael's lips again for just a second, before meeting Michael's eyes and asking, "Can I?"

"You can have whatever you want, Alex," Michael replies in little more than a whisper.

Alex's touch is so incredibly gentle when he reaches out, cupping Michael's jaw, before leaning in to press his lips against Michael's. 

Michael can't help the little whine that escapes his lips when Alex deepens the kiss, pulling Michael closer to him, hand in his curls.

He knows he shouldn't, that Alex doesn't know who he is, not really, but Alex wants him. And fuck does Michael want to give him everything he wants.

He pulls away long enough to voice this concern, but Alex quickly shoots it down, "I may not know your name. I may not remember how I met you. But some part of me knows you. It's like we're… Cosmic."

"Michael." Alex looks puzzled for a moment, so he clarifies, "My name is Michael."

"Michael," Alex's voice practically caresses his name.

And then his lips are on Michael's again and Michael is desperately pulling him closer.

He remembers the exact layout of the UFO Emporium back when Alex worked there. He had spent plenty of summer days planning out ways to get Alex into some private corner.

But now he's free to take Alex apart right out in the open. And he's going to take advantage of that fact.

He slowly walks Alex toward the closest display case by memory, his mouth and hands busy enjoying the man he's missed for so long.

He waits until Alex is pressed against the glass to slowly lower to his knees.

Alex’s lips are red, his skin flushed, his hair in his face as he looks down at Michael. He looks like a work of art.

Michael waits for Alex to give him a nod before he slowly unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down, followed by his boxers.

He takes his time, pressing kisses into the skin of Alex’s hips, licking and nibbling, before turning his attention to Alex’s cock, guiding his already hard length into his mouth, licking and sucking at the head for a while, enjoying the desperate noises escaping Alex’s mouth, the way Alex’s hand is on his head, fingers tangling in his curls.

And then he’s taking Alex as deep as he can go, hollowing out his cheeks as he sucks hard for a moment before backing off, enjoying the way Alex whines his name.

He has more patience than he would have if he had been able to do this to Alex when they were teenagers. He’d happily spend hours just enjoying the weight of Alex’s cock in his mouth, the thickness of it, bringing Alex right to the edge before backing off, but he gives in eventually. And then Alex is tugging his hair like he always does right before he comes, like he’s trying to warn Michael, as if Michael wouldn’t want to take everything Alex has to give to him. He moans around Alex’s cock in response and then Alex is coming down his throat.

He’s missed how Alex acts after he comes, the way he’s relaxed and happy, the way he’s soft and affectionate with Michael, as if he finally feels at ease enough to touch him without any real purpose to it.

And Michael drinks in that touch like a drowning man, pressing into Alex’s side, humming against Alex’s cheek while Alex holds him, one hand brushing through his hair, the other arm wrapped around him, hand stroking the skin of his hip.

“Do you-” Alex starts, fingers moving to Michael’s belt buckle.

Michael reaches out to stop him, to still his fingers, “It wasn’t about that to me, Alex. I’m just here for you.” It’s not that he doesn’t want Alex. He always does. But he’s perfectly happy to remain like this, to just be held by the man he loves.

***

Michael opens his eyes to the bright fluorescent lighting of the hospital room.

***

I will be posting part 2 on Wednesday. I hope you enjoyed part 1!

#roswell fic #rnm fic #malex fic #malex fanfiction #malex #roswell new mexico #michael guerin #i love (1) actual disaster #alex manes #actual cinnamon roll #protect him at all costs #michael x alex #otp: home can be a person #*myfic

[spaceskam]

could you do 32 with michael guerin?

tags: professors au, marriage proposal, fluff

32. come what may [ao3]

Work sucked.

Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration. It was the best job Michael had ever had and it paid well and, objectively, he loved it. It was a good job. It was just also extremely mentally taxing and he couldn’t remember if he had been warned about that in school. Probably not. If they did, he wasn’t sure anyone would willingly become a professor.

Michael heaved a sigh and threw the stack of tests down on his desk. He couldn’t grade another thing. He knew it was a Physics I class and there were students from a slew of different majors that didn’t really give a shit about what he was teaching, but wow. He could only take so many comically incorrect answers.

Before he could throw the tests on the floor and bang his head against the desk, there was a soft knock at the door. Part of him expected it to be a student coming to ask questions. Which, technically, that was fine. He wouldn’t turn them away. He just didn’t want to.

“Come in,” Michael said, looking up.

He was pleasantly surprised to see Alex there instead.

Michael physically relaxed, sinking into his seat with a relieved sigh. Alex grinned and slid inside of his office, closing the door behind him. He carefully took his guitar off his back and made his way closer.

“I’m always happy to see you, but I don’t think I’ve ever been so thankful for your interruption,” Michael confessed, feeling a sick amount of joy whenever Alex pulled his chair out just enough to place himself on the desk. Michael couldn’t even see the tests anymore.

“Well, good thing I stopped by,” Alex said, reaching for him and tugging him back in.

Michael sat on the edge of his chair and craned his neck up, letting Alex be all-encompassing as he kissed him. He had his elbows on his shoulders and his forearms boxing Michael’s head in close. It was comforting. Michael put his hands on his thighs, sliding up until his waist and pulling him towards the edge of the desk. Everything was just Alex.

Technically, this was probably a bad idea. Anyone could knock on the door or barge in at any time and catch them in a rather compromising position. But Michael needed this. He needed him more than words could say.

Teaching at the same school as him had sounded a lot more questionable that ended up being. Michael remembered being terrified that they would be spending too much time together being on the same campus, but that turned out to be a moot point considering Michael was a science professor and Alex was a music professor and the head of the tiny classical guitar department. Their offices were, at minimum, a 15 minute walk apart and half the time they could barely get lunch together.

They were busy all the time. Sometimes Michael couldn’t tell which one of them was busier. Though, with Alex’s private lessons and masterclasses that were on top of normal teaching, he had to assume it was him. Michael did have much more grading to do, though, so it evened out to suck away all of their free time.

“How was your day?” Michael asked as they pulled out of the kiss, though he didn’t pull out of the sanctuary of his arms.

Alex hummed, combing his fingers through Michael’s hair.

“Fine. Ellie came to me crying because she has a piano exam tomorrow and still can’t get it without stumbling, so I spent, like, my entire lunch going over that with her. That was the only eventful thing, really,” Alex said, his long nails scratching the nape of his neck.

“You think she’s gonna pass?”

“She’ll do fine if she just breaths. She gets so tense and it messes her up. But Mariya gets it, she’ll go easy on her as long as she can tell that she’s trying,” Alex explained, craning his head to kiss his temple and then further to kiss his cheek. Michael could feel the tension bleeding out of him.

God, he loved him.

“How was your day?” Alex wondered, still pressing soft kisses anywhere and everywhere.

“Horrible. We should just run away and never come back,” Michael said. Alex huffed a laugh, adjusting to better rest his prosthetic leg on the seat of Michael’s chair. He always said it felt really weird letting it hang. Michael felt bad for forgetting and moved his hand to his knee, taking the brunt of his leg weight.

“What happened that was that bad?” Alex wondered. Michael sighed and just dropped his head to Alex’s chest.

“Nothing specifically, just a long day. I just needed you to distract me. Steal me away from my problems,” Michael murmured. Alex hummed, indulgent.

“What would we do if I stole you away?”

“Elope. Find a cave to hide in,” Michael suggested. Alex gave him a little squeeze in response, kissing the side of his face.

Marriage had been something they’d been speaking of for a while now. Casually, usually, because neither of them could actualize a date that it would work. Both of them were nervous at the idea of taking off of work for something like that. Alex usually had the summer off, but Michael typically picked up a summer class because he would fall apart without a schedule. So it remained something they spoke about in theory.

“Okay. Say we eloped. Would I take your last name? I don’t want you taking mine, fuck my family,” Alex said. Michael made a face, tilting his head up to look at him.

“Well, I don’t want to keep mine. It’s a dumb, meaningless last name that just stands for how I don’t have parents and needed a computer generated one,” Michael said. Alex rolled his eyes, putting his hands on Michael’s cheeks.

“Then what name are we supposed to use?”

“Something that means something. Something special,” Michael said. Alex gave a little gasp and sat up straighter, his eyes lighting up with an idea.

“Skywalker!”

Michael smiled and huffed a laugh, shaking his head as he reached up to touch his face. He was beautiful. Horribly, unrelentingly, perfectly beautiful. 

“We can’t change our name to Skywalker.”

“Why not?” 

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be made fun of by a bunch of kids every day,” Michael said, rubbing his thumb over his cheek. Alex pouted, overexaggerated and adorable.

“You’re no fun.”

“We’ll keep brainstorming,” Michael suggested. Alex sighed and leaned further in, a smile bleeding onto his face.

“Fine. We’ll keep brainstorming,” Alex agreed, “Maybe we can even start brainstorming about a wedding date?”

Michael hummed and tilted his head up at him.

“Are courthouses open on Saturdays?”

“I’d have to look it up.”

“If they are, let’s go Saturday,” Michael suggested. Alex stared at him for a while, just soft and sweet. It was hard to even remember why he was so angry earlier in the day whenever he was looking at him like that.

“Okay. And if they aren’t?”

“Then I’m just going to start calling you my husband and write a strongly worded letter to the state about how discriminatory it is to be closed on the weekends,” Michael said. Alex huffed a laugh, combing through his hair again.

“Husband,” Alex said, almost like he was practicing. It sent chills down Michael’s spine for some godforsaken reason. “If they aren’t, maybe we can take a Monday off in about a month and go get it done? Liz is off on Mondays and we can just give Isobel a heads up to make some time. Then we’ll have our witnesses.”

“Or we can take a drive up to some 24 hour wedding chapel this weekend and get it done there.”

Alex grinned, “You in a rush?”

“No rush. Just… hate waiting and having to go on other people’s schedule. Super unfair. I should get to marry my husband at 3 AM if I want to,” Michael said simply. Alex smiled even bigger.

“Okay. We’ll do some research when we get home then.”

Michael paused slightly, scanning his face.

“For real?”

“For real.”

Michael blinked once, twice before patting his thighs.

“Okay, then you should get up and let me finish grading this shit so I don’t have to worry about it,” Michael said, suddenly very inspired to finish up. Alex laughed and hopped back onto the ground, turning to look at the tests.

“You need any help?”

“You know enough about physics to grade?”

“Probably not, but if you’ve got an answer key I can help,” Alex said. Michael took a deep breath.

“Have I told you today how much I’m in love with you?” he wondered. Alex snorted and pulled up a chair, taking a few tests.

“No, but I love you too.”

Michael leaned over to press a kiss to his face before giving him the key.

One way or another, this man was going to be his husband soon.

It was worth the wait.

#malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #roswell new mexico #title tuesday #my fic

[thesquidkid]

Lately I've been feeling so alone

Based of this post by @milady-bugg, thank you for letting me use it as inspiration for a fic 😁

This is sadder than intended, and full of Michael Guerin feels, hope you'll enjoy! This is also quite long (5.4k lmao), so you can read it on AO3 if you prefer.

Michael had isolated himself in his bunker, not letting anyone - even Sanders - in. At first, there were a few knocks, the door opening a few times and each time, Michael would slam it shut with his powers. He needed to process. It was one thing, to know that you were the son of a monster, another to face the man as he gave his own son a heart attack. Father of the year, right here!

So Michael had isolated himself between 4 walls, literally underground, where he could let all his anger free without hurting anyone. But the others couldn’t really understand that, and he couldn’t blame them. So everyone went on to live their lives, do what they were good at.

Isobel and Rosa were looking for Max, searching every cave, every abandoned house, turning every stone, using Rosa’s new found ability. Liz was making sure Maria stayed stable and healthy, her state hadn’t really decreased, but it hadn’t improved either. Whatever was going on, she seemed to continue the fight. Because Maria DeLuca was her own saviour, every damn time.

Michael didn’t have any news of Alex, just that he had found Kyle and that he was safe. He had hesitated calling Alex a few times, to compare notes on shitty father, but that wouldn’t have been fair to Alex, the person who tried every damn day to distance himself from his father, to fix what he broke, to be a better man.

So Michael was alone, in his bunker, with Sanders coming in every once in a while to complain that Michael wasn’t working, but both knew it was just an excuse to check up on him, make sure he was doing fine.

And really, he was. After the initial shock of finding out that his father was a copy of his brother (really, all those times Max had played his father, it was just in his DNA), where he completely and utterly lost it, he was now in a much calmer headspace. He had repositioned all the furniture that had been thrown against the walls, had done some extensive cleaning and given back a few tools and random parts he found to Sanders.

Although, he was still feeling empty. Had emptied his entire body, crying, shouting, wanting to break stuff with his powers, but knowing that if he did he would have to replace it somehow. And he was still broke. So he had to figure out another way of letting his emotions free, that didn’t involve breaking the little stuff he owned, and regretting it.

Instead, he focused on what he was good at. Had put all of the alien tech he had on the main workspace, fiddling with it at first, letting his hand move freely on it, feeling the way the tech reacted to him. From then, he realised that he still didn’t completely know what the tech could do, had assumed it was only part of the ship, but the recent events, with Kyle’s radio and Jones’ sword, he was getting curious as to what he could do, with his imagination and mechanical skills.

This is where it all started, with the alien glass and his tools, letting his hands move as they desired, his mind still busy thinking about - well, everything that happened in the last few days, from Jones being his father, to Max maybe still nearly dying, to Maria being in a coma, and to Alex being God knows where doing God knows what.

As he thought about his friends, his family, his people, his fingers were doing something similar. This is how he found himself, after three days in the bunker, barely sleeping, not at all in contact with the outside world - only going out to take a shower, get some food, and use the toilet in the airstream - with a bunch of glass objects, clearly designed for his friends, and not knowing what to do with all of it. Well, he knew, but that meant going out and seeing them, their faces, probably full of pity, no one knowing how to address the elephant in the room - Jones.

He was building up the courage to get out and gift his creations as peace offering, or whatever they wanted them to be, when he was disturbed by a knock on the latch, then it opened, followed by a very familiar voice that he didn’t expect to hear any time soon.

“Look, Guerin, I get that you want to be alone right now, and uh, yeah -” Alex Manes said, passing a hand across the face, fighting the want to jump down that ladder, understanding more than anyone what being the son of a monster felt like, and even then, neither of their experiences were comparable. “I’m just here to tell you that, ah, Maria woke up, and uh, she’ll be staying in the hospital for a little longer, so uh, yeah that’s what I came here to say.” he finished, and stood up from where he was crouching above the opened latch, looking down in the bunker but not seeing more than the ladder and light. He could also slightly distinguish Michael’s shadow, glowing under all the lights he guessed were alien.

Michael thought Alex had left, and nearly closed the latch using his powers, when he heard the last few words, barely a whisper, but clear as day to him. And he knew that Alex knew that he heard them. “I’m here. If you ever want to talk, or whatever. I’m here for you, Michael.” And with that, Alex left, understanding the peace of being alone with your thoughts, and knowing that Michael would come out whenever he was ready to.

And he was ready to come out. Soon after he heard Alex’s car leave the junkyard, he rushed to his airstream to take a shower and change clothes, taking with him the glass object he had made for Maria. When Sanders saw him leave the airstream, showered, dressed in clothes that hadn’t been worn the past three days, smiling, he couldn’t stop the teasing comment, “If I knew getting your boy here would get you out, I’d have done it long ago.” Despite the comment, he was glad that Michael was feeling better, and even more glad to hear the “Not my boy. Maria’s awake,” that came from Michael as he drove away, leaving Sanders in the junkyard, a smile on his face. The kid was starting to realise that family wasn’t the blood coursing through your veins, but the people you choose to surround yourself with. He hoped Ms. Nora would be proud of her boy, wherever she was.

Michael drove to the hospital at a respectable speed, not wanting to get arrested the day Maria woke up - she would never stop making fun of him about it. He nearly ran towards her room, stopping only at the open door, taking in the people in the room. Liz was at the foot of Maria’s bed, holding a board with papers clipped to it - most likely Maria’s health results - talking with her hands, a large smile on her face. Rosa was sitting on the bed, next to Liz, exchanging side smiles with Maria, her entire body more relaxed than she had been since Maria’s coma. Isobel was standing to the side of the room, leaning against the wall, facing the door. She was the first to see Michael, making him smile back, and promising her to talk and hang out, by their psychic bond. Finally, he turned his eyes to the head of Maria’s bed, where the two Manes men who had gone against their father were sitting, Greg leaning against the back of the chair, a hand holding Maria’s and the other going up and down on her arm in a reassuring sign, Alex on the other side sitting with his elbows on his knees, chin resting on one hand, apparently the only one truly listening to what Liz had to say.

He cleared his throat, not knowing how else to announce his presence. “Mikey!” came the synchronised shout from the Orthecho sisters, “what took you so long, dude? We texted you ages ago!” Rosa teasingly asked, Michael not bothering with an answer and simply sticking his tongue out to her, earning him a roll of the eyes from Liz and Isobel, a full on laugh from Rosa and a slight chuckle from Alex.

“How you feeling, DeLuca?” he started to ask, his voice clear with worry, but remembering many of their conversations, he continued with something he knew she would prefer to him worrying too much, “I might check out some other bar if you stay out of the game for too long.”

And he seemed to have been right, as Maria giggled and stood up straighter, “Oh I’m not too worried you’ll be right back at the Pony in no time Guerin,” she said smiling at him, which Michael copied. “And,” she added, pointing her finger in his direction, “you still owe me 15,09 bucks, don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

Michael shook his head, of course she wouldn’t forget the drinks he had during the last year that he hasn’t yet repaid in services. Since it was the pandemic, they both didn’t have much money so they agreed that whatever drinks he ordered would be paid back in free car or bar maintenance, and vice versa. As if they weren’t already cutting deals for each other.

Feeling all eyes on him, especially since he had gone AWOL for the last three days, Michael cleared his throat once more and took a few hesitant steps towards Maria, ignoring everyone in the room but her. “I, uh, made you something?” he said, cursing himself mentally for making it sound like a question, “here,” he put his hand in his jacket pocket and took out four little alien glass hairpins, ‘it’s alien glass, I thought you might like them.”

He looked at her to see some tears in her eyes as she took the hairpins and observed them in her hands. “They’re, Michael, those are amazing ,” she said with so much sincerity that Michael was taken aback by it, “Thank you.” she added with a smile.

In the end Michael sat on the floor against the wall, listening closely to Maria talking about what had happened with Jones. He felt at ease, surrounded by his friends, still feeling the weight of Kyle and Max missing, but everyone enjoying this small light in what had felt like a week of pure darkness.

Being with Maria, giving them his creation, had given him the courage to talk to the others, and hand them their gifts. He went to see Liz, one day, as she was still in Kyle’s office, observing scans of Maria’s brain. He pointedly ignored those pictures, deciding that he wasn’t going to think of what his father could have done to Maria and her brain, knowing the guilt he would feel if he did. Instead he stood in front of Liz and handed her two teardrop earrings made out of alien glass.

She stopped in the middle of her sentence, and stared up at Michael who smiled awkwardly, her mouth agape as she took in the beauty of the jewelry. “Mikey, wow, I - I don’t know what to say.” she said, looking back and forth between the earrings and Michael.

“It’s nothing, Ortecho, really, I had glass laying around and -” he started to say but was interrupted by Liz. “Thank you.” she nearly shouted, standing up and bending him in a tight embrace, which he returned gladly. He then held up Liz’s phone as a mirror as she put them on and admired herself, making both of them laugh, before reality caught up, and they both needed to focus on Max, Kyle, and Maria. Liz kept the earrings the entire day, and wears them on any occasion she can, the alien colorful glass going with a multitude of clothing combinaisons.

The next person Michael gave a present to was Rosa. She was at the junkyard to train her powers when he surprised her with alien windchimes. He quickly used his powers to hang them up while she had her eyes closed and let the wind do the rest of the work. She opened her eyes in admiration of whatever sound she had heard and turned towards the source of it. “Woa,” she said under her breath as she walked slowly towards them, until finally touching them with her hands, letting the windchimes sing under her fingers, the alien glass slightly reacting.

“You made those?” she asked, turning around to Michael. He nodded, smiling, feeling quite proud of his work. “The sound they make,” continued Rosa, turning once again to look at the windchimes, Michael walking closer to her, “it’s - I don’t think I can compare it to anything.” He nodded once more, encouraging Rosa to continue, “It’s like a melody. I can hear the wind, but it’s different, it’s beautiful.”

She leaned against Michael who was now standing slightly behind her, Michael instinctively putting her arm around her shoulders, the two of them standing in the middle of the junkyard, admiring the alien glass windchimes Michael had made for Rosa. She would come buy the junkyard many times, listening at the way the wind circled through the windchimes, admiring their beauty.

After that it all happened really quickly; Rosa and Isobel found Max, Michael and Liz had been called to the rescue (Jones had apparently regained his body and vanished), followed by Kyle waking up, Greg and Maria rushing to some ranch in the middle of nowhere to get Kyle and Alex. Eventually, all this craziness died down for a bit, Max was hiding in Alex’s cabin in the woods, since Jones had used his body to commit crimes, he couldn’t really go grocery shopping without getting arrested, and Kyle had regained his job at the hospital. Michael seriously wondered how he hadn’t been fired yet, but he wasn’t complaining, at least someone in their group seemed to know what he was doing with his life.

He made his way back to the hospital, except this time to see the one person he swore he would never visit as a kid. A doctor. But not just any doctor, a doctor who was quickly becoming a good friend of his, which he obviously wasn’t going to admit. He walked in the corridors, knowing the place quite well by now, and knocked on Kyle’s office door. A tired “Come in” answered and he opened the door.

As soon as Kyle saw who was on the other side of the door, he groaned and nearly snapped, thinking that maybe now would be the time to get a new group of friends that didn’t have alien emergencies every four hours. Michael must’ve sensed what Kyle was about to say (something along the lines “I don’t care that the world is burning because of some alien invasion, I need sleep! And no, a coma doesn’t count.”) because he raised his hands in surrender, a smug smile on his face.

“Relax, no alien life or death situations, or at least not that I know of.” This had the expected effect, Kyle relaxed in his chair, crossed his arms on his chest and raised an eyebrow at Michael, silently asking him why he was here then. Michael closed the door behind him and sat opposite Kyle, on one of the patients chairs. Still smiling, he took out of his pocket two glass paperweights that he delicately put on the desk for Kyle to grab, just as delicately.

Kyle was silent as he turned the paperweights between his hands, admiring all the different angles, reflecting his desk light on the walls and papers he had on his desk. While Kyle was busy, Michael slowly put his hand in his other jacket pocket and took out a glass snow globe with a little cardboard UFO, two little plastic aliens, and pink fake snow. He put it on the desk and waited for Kyle to notice, after having put the paper weights on top of two small piles he had.

When he saw the snow globe, his face lit up with astonishment, and he looked up to Micheal, once again speechless. “I know what it’s like to see a doctor as a kid and being scared,” Michael said, not looking at Kyle but at the little snowball, “and I know it’s not the same, but uh-”

“I’m sure the kids will love it, Michael.” Kyle said, honestly. He took the globe and shook it, chuckling at the way the UFO dangled, the way the little Aliens wiggled and the way the pink snow fell on everything. “Thank you.”

Michael shrugged, “Consider it payback,” he said, with a sincere smile this time, “for all the times you saved our asses.” And with that, he stood up, waved awkwardly at Kyle (who waved back just as awkwardly) and left.

Kyle took care of the paperweights, who in reality weren’t so heavy, but never broke as they fell. All the kids that came by his office would stare at the little snow globe, admiring it, feeling calmer and safer during their appointment.

Isobel called Michael over the next day. She said she wanted to go shopping for Max, since he was stuck away and was getting bored (how he had already read all the books Alex gave him, was a mystery to Michael, but he supposed when there really wasn’t anything else to do…)

Michael ran on her doorbell and let himself in, using his powers to unlock the door. He made his way to the living room and sat on the couch, looking at the decorations of Isobel’s walls. This house felt more homey than the one she had shared with Noah, there were paintings on the walls he knew Rosa had made, a few old and useless metallic pieces he had turned into sculptures and decorations laying around in various places. But what was really different was the huge bookshelf, books varying from science fiction (for Michael), to inspiring novels (for Isobel) to fantasy and romantic (for Max), indicating that this wasn’t just her home for her, but that her brothers were welcomed here too.

Michael put on the table the necklace he had made, the pendant made out of alien glass and the chain from some silver he had laying around the junkyard, and waited for Isobel to come out. When she did, she smiled at Michael and sat next on his left, facing him. “Okay, so I’ve been thinking, and our brother isn’t really the best cook so -”, she started to say, but cut herself as she saw what was on the table.

She grabbed the necklace between her fingers, and looked to Michael, who was leaning against the couch, an arm slung over it, a bright smile on his face. He winked at her, when he saw that Isobel was looking at him, and she leaned against him, her heard on his shoulder, Michael folding his arm around her.

“It’s beautiful, Michael,” Isobel said, emotions strong in her voice, “thank you.” Mihael rubbed his hand on her shoulder, not really knowing what to say, but wanting her to know that he would always be there.

Isobel wiggled the necklace in front of his face, Michael taking it with a chuckle as he attached it around her neck. The two of them stayed like that, leaning their heads against each other, in silence, in peace. Eventually, Isobel stood up, hurrying Michael out the door and into his truck to go shopping for Michael. And if they were a bit later than what they had told Max, arriving with humid eyes, no one made a comment about it, Max glad to have some company and more books to read.

Michael went back to see Max at least once a day, staying for a few hours or a couple of minutes, always checking in. The two had a lot to talk about, especially the elephant in the room - Max being a clone of Michael’s father.

Michael found himself enjoying those little brotherly moments, and more so the one after they had done the whole Jones subject. Michael would make a few comments about Liz staying in Roswell, to which Max would respond with questions about Alex.

“You know,” said Max on the third day Michael came when they were sitting around a fire pit, enjoying a few beers, after Michael had strongly avoided any topic about Alex, while also admitting to having some feelings (which Max knew of already, subtility wasn’t Michael’s - and Alex’s - strong suit), “this is the first time you and I have talked about dumb highschool crushed together.”

Michael chuckled at that, a hint of sadness that Max quickly brushed, “Hey no, the past is the past man, I’m just saying that I’m glad we’re finally talking, you know? Feels like we’re finally not hiding stuff.” And Michael raised his beer bottle at that. It was indeed the first time that they were both completely open, no more secret. They both were at fault on that, but as Max had said, the past was the past, no point reminiscing, when you could focus on making the future better.

With those thoughts in mind, he took out of his pocket an alien glass bolo tie with little turquoise end caps on the ties, and handed it to Max, who took it. They were both hypnotised by the way the flames reflected on the glass, the way the colors seemed to dance in the night.

Max didn’t say anything, didn’t have too. He put his beer on the floor next to him, stood up and motioned to Michael to do the same. Once they were both standing, facing each other, they hugged deeply, strongly. In the end, all the other bolo ties Max owned got mostly replaced by this one, being worn at every occasion he could, always with his brother in mind.

Michael had two more presents to offer, and was sitting in his bunker, not knowing how to approach either of the people they were made for. Luckily for him, he didn’t have to figure one out, as the person in question opened the latch and climbed down the stairs with a grunt. “Kid,” came Sander’s voice as soon as his feet reached the ground, “think you can use that brain of yours to build a lift here? Getting too old for this.”

“Well no one is forcing you to come, old man,” Michael replied, although there was no true bite to it. In fact, he quite enjoyed the old man’s occasional visits, even if all he did was complain. Michael turned around to face him, “Everything all good up there?” he asked, wondering why Sanders had come down. Sanders just nodded at him and took the last steps for him to arrive at Michael’s level, leaning his hands on the workspace. “What you working on, kid?”

“Uhm, actually -” started Michael, now that Sanders was here, might as well give him the present, right? “I got something for you.”

Using his powers, he approached a little metallic sunflower he had made from scrap pieces found here and there in the junkyard, and had made the center out of alien glass. The whole thing was attached to a chain to be held up against the door to Sanders house.

Sanders grabbed the sunflower and looked at it intensely with his good eye, remembering the colors Ms Nora’s creations were, seeing them once again on that little sunflower. Neither said anything, nor made a step forward to hug, neither being used to physical comfort, but they both knew how much that gesture meant.

To Michael, it meant acceptance, family, a sunflower for all the sunflowers they grew at the junkyard over the pandemic. To Sanders, it meant pride, it meant having kept his promise to Ms Nora to take care of his son, it meant family.

The sunflower was attached by Sanders' door, the alien glass glowing under the desert sun, always turning to face it, like all the many sunflowers they had in their field.

Which led Michael to one last gift. And if he was being honest with himself, the one he dreaded the most. Also the one that took him the most time and the most research. A gift for Alex. Taking his courage in both hands, he sent a quick text to Alex before he could have any chance to doubt himself. Free right now? I think I might take you up on your offer.

He didn’t have long to wait, as his phone buzzed almost immediately, On my way. Be there in 30 . He rushed back to his airstream, ignoring once more Sanders’ comment about getting ready for his boy , to get changed and put beers in the fridge. He opened the door of the airstream just as he heard Alex’s car arrive, and sat on one of the chairs, two bears in hand, while he made his way over. Alex sat on a chair next to him, accepting the beer, in silence.

“I heard you were busy while in your underground lair, judging by the gifts I’ve been seeing pop up.” Alex said with a smile, taking a sip of his beer, turning his head to look at Michael.

Michael frowned his eyebrows, “I thought you were busy out of town?” he asked, barely stopping the bite from escaping his lips. Alex looked sheepishly away from Michael at that, “I’ve been trying to not distance myself too much,” she shrugged, his tone lowering, until being a simple whisper at the end, “to not drive myself crazy.” He shivered at whatever thought was going through his mind, then straightened his body and looked up to Michael, “Anyway, you said you’d take me up on my offer, I’m assuming you want to talk?” he asked, forcing a smile that Michael didn’t buy.

“The hell is going on with you, Alex?” Michael asked, with a bit too much force that he immediately took back at Alex’s defeated look, “First you tell me you’d burn down the world for me, then that you don’t want me anywhere you or whatever, and then you end up finding Kyle in some creepy farm, which might I add is the exact same farm you got stabbed in .” He took a breath, and continued, “So yeah, Alex, I want to talk, I want you to tell me what’s going on with you.” He stopped at looked at Alex, who didn’t really seem like he wanted to say anything, so he lowered his voice, taking back all the bite and anger he could, channeling how much he cared and worried about Alex, “You said you were there for me, it’s a two way street you know. I’m here for you too.”

That seemed to do the trick, as Alex’s teary eyes met Michael’s, who wanted nothing more that to wipe his thumb across his cheeks, to take away the fear and the pain he could see in those eyes. But he didn’t, they weren't there yet.

Alex took a deep, shaky breath and told Michael everything, from quitting the Air Force (getting a discharge with full honors, Michael could tell the pride in his voice as the last ten years of Alex’s hadn’t been totally useless), to joining Deep Sky, to the Lockhart machine, to his boss not being who he said he was, to discovering that the Lockhart machine had driven people crazy, to the reason he had been recruited by deep sky. After his explanations, he fell quiet, looking at Michael, not truly knowing what to expect.

What he didn’t expect however, was for Michael to get up hastily, move the airstream and rush to his lair, leaving Alex sitting on his chair, a half empty bottle of beer in one hand, tears in his eyes. But Michael came back, just as fast as he had left, holding some piece of alien tech mixed with metal in his hands. It took a moment for Alex to register what that object was, and once he did, he widened his already teary eyes in surprise, his mouth was slightly agape, his eyebrows were frowned, as he searched for the words to express his confusion, not wanting to get his hopes high. On the other hand, there wasn’t a multitude of people Michael could’ve made an alien prosthetic leg for.

Michael approached slowly with the leg in his hands, handing it to Alex once he was close enough. “I uh- I made you this.” he said, clearing his throat, while Alex was examining the leg, “It’ uh, lighter than the one you have now, but it’s also more resistant and, well, you could really bludgeon someone with it, if uh - if you wanted to.”

Alex kept looking at the leg, not saying anything, which Michael interpreted as him not being interested. “You don’t have to take it, if you don’t like it. I also made you this,” he rushed out, taking a braided leather cuff with a piece of alien glass as a stamp and handing it sheepishly to Alex, who was looking at him, with the same teary look he had for the past few minutes. Michael took a deep breath and sat back down, “Look,” he breathed out, “what I’m trying to say, Alex, is I’ve got your back, okay? I’ll build you whatever you need, I’ll go wherever you want me to, I’ll - I care about you.”

As Alex opened his mouth to say something, Michael raised his hand to interrupt, and continued, “And I’m the son of a literal dictator whose powers I’ve inherited. I can defend myself. And I know that you wanna protect me - I do too - but maybe we could, I don’t know, protect each other by being there?”

Alex, whose tears were now running free on his face, bent down to take his right shoe off, under Michael’s curious gaze, who could also feel tears running down his cheeks. Alex raised his trousers and took off his prosthetic, before grabbing the alien one and putting it on. He knew the size would fit, knew that Michael had worked hard on it, had probably had the idea of making him a new leg from the moment they met again, in front of that same airstream, under completely different circumstances.

They had gone a long way from that day, and they still had some more to do, but Michael was right. Maybe this time, they could be there, together, to take that new road, to protect and take care of each other, together. Before standing up, Alex attached the bracelet Michael had made around his left wrist, admiring the colors of the alien glass under the desert sun.

Alex stayed at the junkyard for some more time, until his alarm rang, informing him that he should head back to the Lockhart machine. Taking a deep breath, he turned to Michael, asking him if he wanted to come with, and together they drove to the farm, down a road they had both taken together once, but this time Alex wasn’t bleeding out.

After that day, Alex still went to the VA in Albuquerque for meds prescriptions and physical therapy once in a while, but all the repairs that needed to be done for his prosthetic, all the improvements, were done by Michael, in his lair, under Alex’s curious gaze, who wanted to know everything about Michael’s ideas.

After all his gifts, Michael found that he still had some alien glass laying around in his bunker. So he decided to turn it all into little rings, wanting to distinguish as much as he could from the weaponizing of the alien glass, like Jones had. Eventually, all of little friend group, all of his people, owned a ring.

And when the day came, when the fight with Jones reached its last stretch, Michael was ready. He didn’t have an alien sword like Jones had, but he had something much more. A group of people, by his side, all sharing his strength through the little alien gifts. His people, his family.

Lately I've been feeling so alone Can someone give the antidote to me so I can Finally understand where I belong

#i am soft for michael guerin #he has people 🥺 #michael guerin #alex manes #maria deluca #liz ortecho #max evans #isobel evans #rosa ortecho #walt sanders #rnm fic #roswell new mexico #rnm #lyrics from Head Up by the score #thesquidkid writes

[gra-sonas]

“Just a couple of Dads catching a buzz”

Inspired by the newest Vlamburn pic and Vlamis’s comment.

~*~

“Do you remember when we used to stay up most of the night for entirely different reasons and needed the caffeine buzz to make it through the next day?”

Alex smiled, and kept pouring coffee into his mug until it almost spilled over. Michael, stranding right next to him, took several greedy gulps from his own mug.

“I do remember. Those were good times,” Alex agreed. His hair was messy and there were dark circles under his eyes, and yet he’d never looked more beautiful to Michael. Alex took a sip from his coffee mug and moaned.

Michael should’ve been way too tired to react, but he did - his cock twitched. Alex’s moan was his cat nip (alien nip?), and even though he felt like he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it right now, he secretly hoped that it would always be like this. He never wanted to stop wanting Alex.

“How is it that I love her so unbelievably much, but at the same time I wish she’d vanish just for a couple of hours so that we could catch up on sleep,” Alex pondered. Even his voice sounded tired.

Michael slung his arm around Alex’s back and pulled him close enough to kiss his cheek. He considered dropping his head on Alex’s shoulder just for a second, but then the baby monitor lit up and they both heard a mewl coming from the loud speaker.

“I love her too, more than life itself, but couldn’t she give us five minutes to get some much needed coffee before she woke up again?” Michael knew his voice sounded whiny, but he couldn’t help himself. Staying up the whole night with a teething baby was no fun.

Alex blinked up at him. “I’ll go, keep drinking your coffee.”

Michael shook his head. “Oh no, darlin’, I’ll go. You look like you’re about to keel over. Please, sit down and drink your coffee, I’ll check on her.”

He pressed a soft kiss into the disheveled mess that was Alex’s hair, put his mug down on the counter and walked over to the nursery. Alex stayed where he was, trying not to sway. How was it possible to be this tired? He hugged his coffee mug closer and allowed himself the luxury of closing his eyes for a moment.

The next thing he knew was someone carefully prying the mug out of his grasp. He blinked his eyes open but his vision was still fuzzy.

“Did you fall asleep in the middle of your kitchen?” He recognized Isobel’s voice but had no idea why she’d be here. He felt her grab his arm and he swayed in her general direction.

“Oh Alex, you are really, really tired.” Alex couldn’t do much more than nod. He shifted his weight to his bad leg and winced. He’d been wearing his prosthetic all night so he’d be able to carry the baby around whenever it was his turn. Going by the pain flaring up in his stump, he’d walked at least a marathon last night.

Isobel’s voice turned resolute. “Okay, time to get some things in order. You, off to the bedroom. Take off the prosthetic and lie down.” She turned around to Michael who carried a wailing baby in his arms. Isobel plucked her from Michael’s arm and within a minute, there was blessed silence in their living room.

“Iz, are you a baby whisperer, what did you do,” Michael asked in awe.

“Doesn’t matter what I did. It worked, didn’t it?” She winked at him.”So here is what we’re going to do. I’ll take Noreen with me for a couple of hours, while you two will get some sleep. We’ll be back in the afternoon and then you can take over again. I’ll bring something for her teeth that helped Eloise through the night when she was her age. And now, off you go, help your husband, Michael. I love you.”

Michael kissed the baby’s head. “Your dads love you so much, sweetheart, please be good. See you in a couple of hours.” He then kissed Isobel on the cheek. “I don’t know how to thank you, Iz, but I couldn’t be more grateful. You’re saving us.”

“I love doing this for you, Michael, you know that. I haven’t had a chance to spend much time with her yet, so this should be nice. I’m glad you texted me last night and asked for my help. Now go, make sure Alex takes the leg off, I think he’s in pain.”

Michael looked worried. “I told him he should take it off but he insisted on wearing it so he could carry her around. I’ll go and take care of him. And then sleep. See you later.”

Isobel took Noreen back to the nursery to get her dressed for their day together, while Michael headed into the kitchen. He prepared the coffee machine and set the timer for 4 in the afternoon. Then he grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge and walked back to his and Alex’s bedroom.

When he entered, the blinds were closed and Alex was perched on the edge of the bed, trying to remove the prosthetic in the dim light of the lamp on his night stand. Michael closed the bedroom door behind him, walked over to their bed and the water bottles floated out of his hands, one landing on Alex’s night stand, one on his own.

Michael kneeled down in front of Alex. “Here, let me help.”

Alex leaned back and let Michael take off the prosthetic. He groaned when it finally came off. Michael put it down next to the bed before he removed the sock. The stump looked red and slightly swollen.

Without thinking, Michael put his hand on it and seconds later, Alex sighed in relief. The sensation of Michael’s healing powers was hot and almost too difficult to endure, but he knew he’d feel so much better afterwards.

When Michael took his hand away after a minute or two, he looked at the stump. “It’s no longer swollen, you should be able to sleep without pain.”

Alex pulled Michael up and into his arms. “Thank you,” he mumbled into Michael’s mouth when he kissed him. When Michael pulled back after a while, Alex murmured angrily. “Only a second, darlin’, let me help you under the covers,” Michael said in a soothing voice.

“Want you with me under the covers,” Alex mumbled.

“Wild horses wouldn’t keep me from joining you, Alex.” Michael walked around the bed and crawled in from the other side. They met in the middle and reached for each other blindly. Michael snuggled up behind Alex and slung his arm around his mid section, his hand sneaking underneath the silky top of Alex’s pajamas.

He rested his splayed hand on Alex’s stomach and felt Alex’s abs pull together underneath his palm. He pressed a soft kiss into Alex’s neck. “I love you, Alex.”

“And I love you, Michael. So much,” Alex mumbled sleepily. Michael was sure he’d already drifted off to sleep when Alex spoke again. “I’m tired to the bone, but I can’t wait to see her again.”

Michael’s heart did a little flip in his chest. “I’m so glad you said that, because I feel the same.”

And with that, they drifted off to sleep.

#malex #alex manes #michael guerin #rnm fic #malex fic #my fic

[angrycowboy]

I know that you've gotten a lot of asks about Michael today but I've been inspired so I hope you don't mind one more.

One of these days, I want Michael to just... snap.

Not like, mentally, or emotionally, or lash out or anything. I want there to be some situation where everyone is struggling and everyone is hurt and on their last legs, or maybe they're all out of options and he's just frustrated and desperate and angry, or maybe he's been pushed just enough by the people he loves to that point of no return we sort of see with Sanders in either 3x12 or 3x13, and he just... snaps.

Lets down the defences that he's built up over the years to keep the powers he thinks are 'monstrous' away, lets himself use every bit of his potential without suppressing anything, just absolutely snaps and lets loose and lives up to the title of the son 'of the most dangerous man on their planet, who killed almost all their people, the tyrannical dictator'. And afterwards, I want him to be able to access the powers he had otherwise held at bay, powers like Jones. The healing. The fire conjuring. The mind-palace stuff. The body jumping. I want to know what he shares with Nora. She had abilities too. Surely Michael inherited more than just her smarts. I want him to learn that he shared her abilities too, and maybe that makes him feel closer to the mother he knew got to have and make him feel less like the unwanted monster that he always thought he was destined to be. Maybe he'd never use it, maybe he'd be too ashamed and afraid too, like the mind-control stuff he shared with Noah, but I want something to click within him and for him to be able to access things he never otherwise could.

And then I want the others to assure him that he could never be evil and tyrannical like Jones and Noah, that he can be nobody other than the Michael that they've always known and loved, that just because he shares abilities with very bad people doesn't mean that he is also a very bad person and that just because he has these powers, doesn't mean that he has to use them for terrible reasons as well. I want Max and Isobel to assure him that just because he's similar to her ex-husband who made her do terrible things and his clone who almost killed him and the people he loved, that he isn't like them. I want Alex to assure him that he could never be afraid of him, no matter how desperately Michael wishes he were, wishes that he could give him more reasons to run away again just because he's scared. I want Liz and Rosa and Maria to listen to his worries and then shove them aside to tell him how good of a person he is, how many people he's helped for nothing but the skin off his back, how he could never be like Noah and Jones because he's just too good to come anywhere close. I want Sander's to compare Michael to his mother, convince him that he's more like her than like Jones, pull a Yondu on him with the 'he may have been your father but he wasn't your daddy' until Michael actually believes it.

I just want him to snap, alien-wise, and access the powers we all know he has hidden deep inside him, locked away with locked, iron-clad, doors and barbed wire, and then I want the others to pick up the pieces and put him back together again until he was stronger as a whole than he was before.

ANON

i love this.

i have absolutely nothing to add to it, but i absolutely freaking LOVE IT.

Also, there is no such thing as too many asks about Michael Guerin. THE LIMIT DOES NOT EXIST.

#ask notso #michael guerin

[alexhoghdaily]

Alex’s Instagram Live interview with Tommy DiDario for #LetsStayTogether

Once again this got extremely long. Because as usual I cannot grasp the simple concept of ‘Highlights’. I basically wanted to write every single sentence down. Forgive me.

(note: this interview contains spoilers for the Vikings finale!)

The comments are turned off. This sets a relaxing mood for the interview.

Alex starts by asking if he’s getting through alright, Tommy is in New York and Alex is in Denmark. Which can make the time difference and connection difficult. He was confused about the actual time of the interview. His email said the show would be at 9pm, but the instagram countdown was set for 7pm. He’s not a technical person so he got a little nervous and was very happy to be live.

Tommy mentioned he started the show #LetsStayTogether during covid to give people a place where they can turn to for some joy, hope and inspiration. A place to just have fun. He said Alex brings all that and more so it was a pleasure to have him on the show.

He spoke about his character and the show Vikings, and asked him What made him want to play the part of Ivar on the Show. Alex answered the question with him being a ‘nobody’ when he came into the show, and he was very thankful to get the opportunity. He didn’t think about wether or not he liked the character, for him it was more like “I’m going to be an actor on Vikings? Are you kidding me? That’s a solid yes.” He didn’t even know what character he was going to play. It started with a regular self-tape of him doing weird accents and weird lines and then multiple auditions for all of the brothers. He said it was an intense audition. He remembered coming into the room and immediately noticing that the people present there were very important.

Tommy mentioned the darkness he brought to the show, the rise and fall of Ivar and how people were rooting for him in the end, and then asked Alex what he loved about playing such a great character like this. Alex answered with the ups and down’s, those are always fun for an actor to get into. Ivar is complicated and that’s always fun to take on as an actor. you always have to defend him [Ivar] even despite him making that very tough. “When he started burning people for a living I was like Michael Hirst are you kidding me. How am I supposed to make people still kind of love him?” It was challenging and fun.

Tommy asked Alex if he was protective of him [Ivar] because he felt like he had to figure out a way to make people like him. Alex answered with: Absolutely. He needs to be, because he always has to understand him and never judge him. And if he would struggle with that, the audience would absolutely 100% too. He has to be the last line of defense. He explained his thoughts and reasoning behind Ivar’s decisions. If he can reason with his thoughts and feelings behind it, it can completely change how he says his lines. It’s all in the little details and that’s what makes the job fun.

He didn’t get his script long ahead of time, only a week, so when he was still rehearsing his lines for one episode he already got his lines for the next and that was really though.

Tommy asked him why he [Alex] thinks is the reason fansresponded so well to his character even with his darknes. Alex answered this wit that he thinks it’s because he’s an antihero. You like rooting for someone who isn’t always perfect because we as human beings are also not always perfect. (He compared it to him liking batman over superman because batman is more flawed than superman.) He also said that he loves that he’s [Ivar] complicated. Every time you create a character that has a lot of depth to them, you challenge the audience and force the audience to always question him and ask themselves what they think about him and his actions. Why is he doing what he’s doing? That keeps people invested and engaged with the story/character. That’s his job.

Favorite scenes: Alex’s favorite scenes are 5x03 where Ivar is yelling, covered in blood in York. (He repeated his iconic Icelandic line as usual.) Another favorite scene was the one where Ivar said goodbye to Baldur in the woods. It is a scene that is really close to his heart. This is because Ivar was honest and vulnerable. Usually he’s doing crazy stuff and yelling and killing people. Alex likes the quiet moments more where he’s just in his own head and having a heart time. He loved the scene because it was so real.

Tommy asked Alex how he views Ivar’s relationship with love. (Absent father, overprotective and smothering mother, a tragic marriage, how does Ivar view love after this.) Alex said that he understands why Ivar does not understand love. After his absent father, smothering mother, tough love from his brothers, he was so blinded by Freydis’ love and his love for her that she could fully manipulate him. It was a complete disaster. When they started season 6 Alex thought that Ivar had completely given up on love. He had discussed this issue with Michael Hirst and the directors. Alex found him to be a sociopath and not an actual psychopath. Because he understands emotions, and he has a lot of them. He does have love and he does have empathy. He thought it was great to focus more on that in season 6. Showing more of Ivar’s human side was very important to him. He has many emotions and he was never just a crazy guy, Alex never thought he was crazy, nor that he was a god, he believed that Ivar knew better than to actually view himself a god. He thinks Ivar is an actor, and he is more broken on the inside than on the outside. The whole “I’m a god” act was all fake, and it was Ivar’s defense mechanism.

For his journey in season 6, Alex asked Michael Hirst to take it down a notch for Ivar. in season 5, especially 5B, he was challenging to like and Alex was struggling to defend him. He wanted to turn that around. He said that after losing his wife, his throne, and being on the run really makes him think. He says Ivar was smart enough to learn from his mistakes. He loved to come to a new place and start from the beginning. He did say that even with the new beginning Ivar was still plotting and manipulating and smart. He is still Ivar the Boneless. Alex was always amazed by his smarts when he read the scripts. He loves season 6 because Ivar was more human and humble.

They discuss Ivar’s death in the final episode. Alex said that he was on top of that. It was completely his idea. He wanted him to go out with a bang and not survive. He told Michael Hirst he wanted a death scene for Ivar. He also discussed with Michael that he loved the idea of Ivar being scared in the end. That he showed himself to be extemely human in his very last moments. Which Alex himself thinks all of us would be. Ivar is the guy who has been yelling that he’s a god, and he loved to contrast of him showing who he really was in the end, and just being afraid. He wanted him to be human in the end, the little boy that he really is. He needed him to show it in his last moment. He thought it was a beautiful brotherly and honest moment. Quote: “I like honesty.” He said that it was also one of his favorite scenes.

Tommy asked what it was like for him, and Alex said that he was bawling his eyes out. He cried the entire day. It was the end of 3,5 years of Vikings, the end of a very intense period of his life and it had been extremely challenging. He was happy to go but he also knew he was going to miss everyone. They were like family. It was the very last scene he shot, and it was magical to finish filming the show with his death scene. After it he was like I guess it is really over. He got a microphone and a signed shield with little messages. He was crying and everyone was gathering around him in a circle, which made him very nervous. It was a regular day with many extras and crew members and performing for them is no problem but when it get’s personal it’s more difficult. It felt like a very private moment. It wasn’t until he got home 14 days later that he fully understood what happened.

Tommy said that he understood that after such an intense role it would take a bit to come back from that and realize what he’s done. Alex agreed 100%. He said it can really feel like an empty dark hole, because you’re so used to working with so many people around him and he’s in a groove and all of a sudden it stops.

He mentioned that he was in his studio, and that he has a band. “That’s what’s happening in the background here.” It’s a fun hobby, nothing official. It’s just them doing decent cover songs. When Tommy asked if we would be able to hear any of them Alex answered with: “Absolutely not”. He joked about it being a secret passion and that it’s not supposed to be talked about. Tommy said no one would be opposed to them releasing a single.

After tommy asked about on set relationships Alex said they were all really close like a family. Filming was tough, not the best circumstances, 15 hour workdays, no breaks, eating the same cold food in between takes and the only way to get through it is because you’re with family. He said he worked with incredibly beautiful and talented people and that helped getting through it. He says he keeps in touch with a lot of people, not just cast members. He said that this is the beautiful thing about this job, you get families all around the world. He mentioned that there were a lot of food battles between the actors.

They moved on to the most popular fan questions.

Who would Alex play if he wasn’t Ivar? In return Alex asked if he could pick anyone and it wouldn’t matter. He jokingly said Lagertha, then said he would actually like it. Then he said Floki because he loves both Floki and Gustaf. (insert little floki laugh.) He also said Ragnar and King Ecbert.

What was the experience like filming Ivar’s genetic disorder? Alex said it was such a challenge. Especially physically because had to crawl around. He thought it was very important to him because he studied OI for his role and he said it’s an awful disease. It was important to him to make it as authentic as possible and show the struggles people who have that disease go through every day. Tommy said that people really appreciated the honesty that Alex brought to that portion of the character and he saw a lot of comments from people in the disabled community saying that they appreciated seeing someone go through that on a mainstream show because they can relate to it. It’s very powerful. Alex had also received some messages from people suffering from OI and it was very inspirational and humbling. It made the experience even better because he likes that he can give people the extra confidence to go out there and do things.

The third question was if Alex would ever be interested in doing a prequel about Ivar’s life. Alex said that he would want to. He jokingly said: “Why not? if the money is good enough.” Of course he would because he loves his character. He also said that even though he would love to, he also has to admit that his character has been a big part of his life and he would like to do portray other characters. (They joked about a lot of people wanting to see Alex in a romantic comedy and Alex mentioned it’s not his favorite thing to do).

Is there a behind the scenes secret that people would be surprised to know about? Alex said that on Vikings they were allowed to write their own lines once in a while and that’s not very common.

Alex’s screen froze and he suddenly left the livestream, but he finally was able to come back after a few minutes. (Insert embarrassed face and him apologizing for being a technical disaster).

He continued about writing their own lines. They really had a say in their own lines and character’s storylines and that was amazing. It helped getting a better sense of understanding characters.

Tommy asked him if he had a favorite line or scene that he’s written. Alex told about the scene where Hvitserk and Ivar meet each other again in season 6 after being separated for a long time. Marco and himself wrote the tiny scene together where they sit together next to the river where Ivar says to Hvitserk: “You look like shit” and Hvitserk replies with “I feel like it.” Followed by “What are you wearing?” Alex loves that little moment because after everything it brings them straight back to their original relationship.

The last fan question was actually not a question, it was a happy early birthday! Tommy asked Alex how he would celebrate and what he would like for his birthday. Alex answered the question with Less COVID and peace in the world. It’s really the time to stick together. He can talk about it and use his platform but that’s all he himself can do. He said he’s happy and priveleged, everything is good. Copenhagen is opening up. Because cafe’s are opening up again he can go out to have lunch and a beer. But there are so much places around the world where circumstances are horrible and it would make him happy if everyone could get a little closer together. Tommy agreed that it was an important message to put out there.

They joked about his band again, Alex not committing to putting anything out. Alex said it’s absolutely noted. He also jokingly said he would tell his bandmates that they should put out some originals.

They spoke about Alex’s photography. Alex said it’s a side thing and a hobby, a way for him (when on set) to relax and focus his mind on something else. He also thinks it’s so much fun to capture moments. He likes to capture moments in front and behind the camera, that’s what photography for him is about. Capturing moments and telling stories. It’s a pleasure to bring his camera on set because he can capture so many different things. He likes to keep doing it. He also said he’s working on a photography book but he wants to wait with releasing it until he has enough good material from a lot of different projects to include.

Finally Tommy asked him what he would like to say to everyone who tuned in and who stood by him for all these years. Alex answered with: “Thank you very much for all the support throughout the years, he literally couldn’t have done it without you [the fans] because that’s why they keep doing another season and another episode. Because you tune in every single week and do that for several years. It’s all for the fans. Sure they do it for themselves but in the end it’s all for you and they are proudly trying to make it as good as possible because of you, and because you are watching. Thank you for doing that.”

#interviews #instagram #live #alex høgh andersen

[lovemeleo]

Puppy Love

I’m back again with another O’Knutzy fic because I was inspired today and I love them with my whole heart. Thank you to the ever amazing @lumosinlove for her beautiful stories and fantastic characters!

Also thank you to all the lovely human beings in the discord, especially @heyitssmiller, @inloveoknutzy, and @ais-for-alex This is for you 

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Ever since he was little, Logan had always wanted a dog. They never had one at the house but he saw them everywhere and made his Maman stop so he could give love and pets to every single one. 

Back in elementary school, his friend Michael had a fluffy white husky named Bandit and Logan loved him. Hours were spent laying on the floor at Michael’s house next to Bandit, his face pressed into the dog’s soft fur. When Michael moved away, Logan was a mess. He cried into his mother’s arms as the truck left the neighborhood, and she assured him that he would see Michael again. Logan wasn’t crying for him though, but for the pup they took with them. 

When he moved in with the Dumais’, part of him hoped to convince the family to get a dog. After all, dogs were great for families, and they’d be good to help teach the kids how to be, responsible and take care of something. Logan brought up these points to Dumo in the locker room when they were heading home from the rink, only to receive the heartbreaking news: Marc was allergic. While he could be around dogs for short periods of time, to have one in the house would have him miserable, nose running and eyes puffy. 

As much as he loved dogs, it seemed as though it just wasn’t meant to be. 

By the time, Logan moved in with his boys, he had given up on his dog dream. They both knew how much he loved them, how could they not see it? Walking through the park, Logan had to stop and pet every dog they passed, after asking the owner for permission of course. His favorite social media accounts were all dog related, and he would often be seen scrolling the pup pictures on We Rate Dogs. Today was no different. Finn had gone out an hour or so before, brunch with Alex he said. That left Leo and Logan at home.

They were sprawled on separate ends of the couch, Leo’s long legs tangled with Logan’s. Logan was on his phone, and Leo didn’t have to see the screen to know that he was looking at cute dog videos. Leo smiled softly, his thumb moving to trace around Logan’s ankle. He didn’t know it was possible to be so in love, but here he was. His two lovely boys were his everything and he knew he would burn the world for them. Which is why he needed today to go perfectly.

“I need to get out of the house,” Leo said as he sat up, gently tapping Logan’s leg. “Can we go to the park, babe?” Logan let out a groan, his head falling back onto the arm of the couch, “Walking? On an off day?” He whined, even though he was already getting up. As if Logan could ever say no to those baby blues. 

Leo smiled as he got up and started pulling on his shoes, “Don’t whine, mon chérie. It’s too nice of a day out to just be laying around inside. C’mon.” He tucked his phone and keys into his pocket before holding his hand out to Logan. Logan smiled softly as he intertwined their fingers, Leo pressing a kiss to his knuckles as he led them out the door.

The park was only a block away from their apartment, and they loved to go there. There were trails throughout the park with trees and flowers everywhere. It was also the perfect place for a surprise. 

Leo led the way down their usual trail, which had a little clearing at the end with benches and picnic tables. There were a few people scattered around the tables, but of course, one stuck out the most to Logan. Sitting at the farthest table was a guy in a hoodie facing away from them, but of course, the guy wasn’t what caught his attention. On the grass next to the guy was a happy ball of fluff, tail wagging crazily as it pounced on the man’s shoes. He was a husky.

“Oh my god!” Logan let out a soft squeal as he saw the pup, “Knutty babe, I’ve gotta pet him.” He said, looking up at Leo, who bit back a smile. “Go on then.” Leo hadn’t even finished his sentence before he ran over the pup trying to meet him halfway, “Can I pet your dog please?” He said, hands already reaching out. The man didn’t turn from where he was staring ahead, just nodding an okay.

Logan quickly nuzzled into the pup’s soft fur as he attacked his face with slobbery kisses, “Oh mon dieu, quel bon petit bébé! Une telle chérie!” He murmured, scratching behind the little puppy's ears. Leo crouched down next to Logan, rubbing at his tummy. He tried to hide his smile as he watched his boyfriend turn into a pile of goo at the sight of the little dog. “What’s his name?” Logan asked, his eyes flickering up to the man again before he looked back down to the puppy who was now sprawled in his lap, his face nuzzling into Logan’s soft Lions hoodie.

“I think that’s for you to decide, Lo.” The man said, making Logan’s head snap up. 

Sitting at the table was Finn, a massive grin on his face as he finally turned around to finally look at his boys. “Wait. Wait, non. Non!” Logan’s eyes immediately filled with tears as he looked between his boys, oh his lovely, lovely boys. 

“He’s ours, baby.” Leo said with a smile, as Finn joined them on the grass. The pup looked up at Logan, his little tongue hanging out of his mouth. It looked like he was smiling. Of course, Logan burst into tears, his hand came up to cover his mouth. 

“Aw, Lo! Don’t cry, sweetheart!” Finn quickly pulled Logan close, pressing kisses into his hair as he tried to hold him without crushing the do- their dog. He smiled at Leo as they sat on either side of Logan, pressing kisses into his hair. “You’ve gotta name him, Tremzy. Look at him all cute and nameless.” Leo said, leaning forward to look at their pup. 

“He’s got your eyes, Nutter Butter.” Logan murmured, as he wiped his face before intertwining his fingers back into the fur of their puppy. THEIR PUPPY. He had a PUPPY! He squeezed the pup to his chest gently, as a bright grin appeared on his face.

“I think… I think we should name him Gryff. Y’know.. Like Gryffindor. And it’s where we all met. And he’s our baby and should be named after something important to all of us and-” Logan cut off as Leo pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’re rambling babe,” Leo said with a smile as he pulled away, “but I love Gryff. Think it’s perfect.” 

Finn sniffled from next to them, “You guys are such saps.” He mumbled, wiping at his eyes. Logan smiled, pulling him in for a quick kiss as well. 

“I love you both so much.”  He murmured, his eyes flickering between the other two boys. They quickly attacked him with kisses, murmuring their love for him as they pressed kisses all over his face.

Logan didn’t know what he did to deserve this life, but he was forever thankful for it. He had all he needed in the world: hockey, his puppy and his amazing lovely boys.

#o'knutzy #lumosinlove #inspired by lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast #puppy #logan tremblay #leo knut #finn o'hara #my boys #fic #fluff

[erin-bo-berin]

Home Run

MASTERLIST

Happy Saturday! I’m back with a THIRD new fic in a row. I just couldn’t wait to post this one either. Requested by @andiebeaword​, this fic was obviously inspired by the baseball scenes from 8x06. This was just so much fun to write and I liked being able to switch it up some and have it be like a huge BAU annual baseball game with past and current agents. It was interesting to be able to write about all these characters together, some of them never even being around at the same time on the show. Also, I had to use this gif cause Spencer’s huge smile in this scene will never fail to make me happy. Sit back, relax and enjoy a nice BAU ballgame fluff piece. Happy reading!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: G (fluff)

Word Count: 2,634

It was the arrival of the annual baseball game that started it all.

Every year, the BAU held what was the most well known event outside the office; the baseball game was held on the first weekend in June, infamous for the most competitive game between all different members of the BAU, past and present.

Past members of the team came back every year to play. It was a nice, fun way to see everyone again.

This year was going to be a little...different.

“Guys, come on! You know why I never take part in this!” Spencer Reid whined, “I had to be exempt from any physical test just to get in the FBI!”

You chuckled at your friend and coworker’s expense. Standing next to you was Derek Morgan, another of your coworkers. Beside the two of you was a baseball cannon, loaded with balls for Spencer’s practice.

“Reid, you know Kevin Lynch can’t make the game this year due to a family commitment. We’re short one player,” Derek hollered back.

“I don’t even know how to play baseball!”

“Which is precisely why we’re here,” you retorted, “All you do is swing, hit the ball and run. It’s easy!”

“Easy for you,” he grumbled, lifting his bat again, “Okay, let’s try it again.”

“Don’t think, just feel it,” Morgan called.

“Feel it, feel it,” Spencer nodded.

The ball went shooting from the apparatus and you saw Spencer trying to follow it with his eyes. You crossed your fingers, hoping he’d hit it.

He swung.

And he missed. Again.

“Reid, that’s not feeling it!” 

“I’m feeling like an idiot!” Spencer shouted back, exasperated.

“Come on pretty thang, go show your pretty boy how it’s done,” Morgan nodded to the home plate.

You cut him a warning glance, your cheeks reddening. You’d had a tiny crush on Spencer since the first day you met him. 

Derek’s nickname for Spencer was pretty boy. When you’d joined the team, you became pretty thang. It was often his joke that Spencer was your pretty boy, which embarrassed you to no end. He definitely rooted for you two as a couple.

Despite all the relentless teasing, Spencer remained mercifully oblivious. You’d rather not deal with that embarrassment of your crush being exposed. Although if it was up to Derek Morgan, he’d shouted it from the rooftops for you ages ago.

“Kid, come here. Watch how she bats, okay?”

Derek put his arm around Spencer’s shoulders as you took your place behind the home plate, bat raised and ready. Morgan loaded another ball and it flew towards you.

A crack of the bat sounded as you hit it high in the air, watching it soar to the further end of the field.

“All you gotta do is swing your hips and hit it!” you called.

“If I had hips like that, I would,” Spencer retorted.

You knew Spencer didn’t mean anything by the remark, but you still felt a tad embarrassed at his focus on your body.

“Grab a mitt big boy, we’re practicing your catching,” Morgan called, running to grab one for you. 

“Can’t wait,” Spencer mumbled sarcastically.

You chuckled, taking the mitt from Morgan and handing him the baseball bat.

“Don’t think I didn’t hear that remark of his about those sexy curves,” he teased you as he took your place batting.

“What’s that? You’re gonna take it easy on us?” you chuckled, purposely ignoring his remark.

Derek was a beast at batting and if he was going to bring his A game, Spencer was surely going to be in for it during his first outfield lesson.

“Oh never,” Morgan laughed.

“Guys you know all my unpleasant childhood sports memories happened like this,” Spencer protested.

“Okay, okay,” Morgan relented, “I’ll take it easy on you.”

“Thank you,” he huffed.

“Spence, since Kevin was right field, you’re going to be in the right field,” you said.

“Which is where exactly?” he asked, wincing.

You chuckled.

“Well, you know which way is right, correct?”

He nodded, pointing to the right.

“Then that’s where you’re heading,” you grinned, pushing him gently in that direction.

“Isn’t the right fielder where a team can hide their worst player without destroying their defense?” Spencer called, walking backwards to his position.

“You know that yet you can’t play baseball?” you asked, mystified.

“I know information about a lot of things I don’t do,” he replied.

“Good point,” you mumbled.

“Watch out pretty boy,” Morgan called, “Y/N’s a beast at playing center field.”

“As long as I have to play as little as possible, I’m fine!”

The ball shooter let loose another ball and Morgan hit it high in the air. Your eyes never left the ball as you sprinted to catch it, the ball falling perfectly in your glove. If it had been a real game, Morgan would’ve been out.

He whistled across the field.

“Now that’s impressive.”

You peered over at Spencer, who was looking at you, mouth agape.

“What?” you flushed.

“I just didn’t expect you to be able to do that.”

“I played a lot of baseball when I was younger,” you explained.

“How do you expect me to play like that?” Spencer asked, still stunned.

“We’re not expecting you to be a professional, Reid,” Morgan said, approaching him, “Just do your best and have fun. It’s a game for fun anyway.”

“Fun for you guys,” he grumbled.

“Okay, I’m gonna try to go easier on you, to give a little practice on fetching the ball,” Derek said, heading back to home plate.

“I’m not a Golden Retriever!” Spencer said.

You chuckled.

Derek purposely held back, sending the ball in the middle of your area and Spencer’s. He ran for it at the same time you did as you noticed it was close to falling towards the field’s fence.

You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, only the ball. That was how you ended up running right into Spencer’s chest, falling backwards into the ground. You lost track of the ball, but noticed it fall to the ground a few feet away from you.

“Oh my god, are you okay?!”

He rushed to help you up, but you waved him away, apologizing.

“So sorry about that,” you chuckled, “I should’ve been paying more attention to where I was going.”

Like a gentleman, he offered a hand to help you up, which you ended up taking, trying to ignore the tingling on your skin that holding his hand produced.

“No, I’m sorry,” he apologized, “I’m not that good at this sort of thing. In fact, I suck.”

“Hey, no need to be so hard on yourself,” you smiled, “You’re doing just fine.”

“Unless you two are over there discussing how amazing I am, I’d love for you two to get back to your positions!” Morgan shouted.

“Nah, we were just discussing how we think you’d look in a toupee,” Spencer remarked, making you snort.

Your phone beeped and you reached in the back pocket of your shorts and pulled it out, seeing a text message from team member and technical analyst Penelope Garcia.

“Guys, we’ve got a case,” you announced to the two men.

“Hallelujah.”

Spencer practically sprinted off the baseball field making you and Derek laugh heartily.

“Just you wait, pretty boy!” Derek called out to him, “I’m sure you’ll surprise everyone this weekend!”

•

Saturday was a beautiful day. 

The skies were such a clear blue, it almost looked artificial. The sun shone brightly without a cloud in the sky and the temperature was pleasant, without being too hot. Basically, it was the perfect day for a baseball game. 

The game day also fell on a great day. 

The team had just wrapped up the case that you and them had been called in on earlier in the week. It would be nice to have a relaxing Saturday afternoon with some baseball, good friends and plain ‘ol fun.

“Spencer!”

You waved him over, when you saw him.

“Hey,” he grinned, catching the mitt you threw him.

“We’re first in the field,” you explained, “You ready to play some ball?”

“Stoked,” he deadpanned.

“Oh come on, it won’t be that bad,” you chuckled, reaching up to place his baseball hat on his head.

“You’ll do great,” you assured him, patting his chest as you headed off towards your spot in center field.

Your team was made up of your fellow BAU team members including: Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Luke Alvez, Penelope, Derek, Spencer and of course, yourself.

On the opposing team were friends and fellow coworkers: Matt Simmons, Tara Lewis, Alex Blake, Ashley Seaver, Stephen Walker, Kate Callahan, Jordan Todd, Mateo Cruz and Grant Anderson. 

Last year, they had won. This year, you and your team were ready to take back the reigning title.

The crowd was filled with friends and family, here to support their loved ones.

There was Beth, Hotch’s girlfriend and Jack, Hotch’s teenaged son. Rossi’s wife Krystall, his step daughter Portia, daughter Joy—and her husband and son Kai—were also in attendance. Savannah and Hank were there too, Morgan’s wife and three year old son, cheering their favorite player on. 

JJ’s husband Will and their two boys, Henry and Michael were in the stands as usual; they never missed this yearly game. All of Matt Simmons’ small tribe were also present and accounted for; wife Kristy and their two sons Jake and David, twin girls Chloe and Lily and their newly one year old final child, Rose Mary. Even Emily’s boyfriend Andrew Mendoza had shown up to cheer on his favorite girl.

Alex Blake’s husband James had come, taking a weekend off of his teaching duties so he could travel to D.C. for the game. Stephen Walker’s wife Monica sat with their two teenagers, a son and a daughter, already whooping and cheering for his team. Kate Callahan’s little family was there too; it was nice to see them since you hadn’t seen them in a while. Her husband Chris was seated with their biological niece turned adopted daughter Meg—who was now 18 and so much older than the last time you’d seen her—and their youngest daughter, now five.

Rounding out the group of loved ones was Anderson’s wife, her belly swollen with pregnancy. 

If that sounded like a huge turnout, that didn’t even count the other members of the BAU and other departments of the FBI. The bleachers were absolutely packed. The game really was that big of a deal.

The game started out rather slow, which was pretty unusual for a game between both teams. With two incredibly talented teams, usually someone had scored by now, but in hindsight it also meant the defense of each team was incredibly good as well.

By the third inning, both Morgan and Hotch had hit two homeruns. You’d had a decent hit, but ended up striking out before you could reach third base.

In another inning, the opposite team had tied up. 

Poor Spencer up to this point had struck out every time he was at the bat. You could tell he was incredibly embarrassed, but you kept encouraging him.

“Don’t let it get you down, Spence,” you smiled, after he’d struck out again, “You’re gonna hit it when they least expect it and knock them off their feet.”

He offered an appreciative half smile and you found yourself silently cheering him on throughout the entire game.

Surprisingly, his right fielding skills were pretty great. He had caught on quickly and was able to fetch the balls and throw them to any nearby basemen. He had actually struck out Kate, preventing her from almost scoring another point to take the lead.

“Woo! Way to go, Spence!” you hooted, clapping as best as you could with your mitt.

You saw his face flush and you knew it wasn’t all from the heat.

By mid game, the sun had started beating down on all of the attendees causing lots of red faces, sweaty shirts and bottles of water to be consumed. You were hot and sweaty like no other, but you were having the best time.

The fifth inning brought your team a three point lead which you’d contributed one of those points to and you were rather proud. You high fived all your teammates as you ran across home plate and came to the end of the line where Spencer was. He picked you up and spun you around in his excitement.

“Is it my imagination or is someone actually having fun?” you grinned.

“I’m definitely having fun.”

-

The last inning was the most tense. 

It was tied 5 to 5 and Spencer was up to bat next. If he struck out, the opposing team had one last chance to come out ahead and win the game.

Spencer was a wreck, to put it lightly. He’d already struck out once and Morgan ended up calling a time out. 

Spencer had been pacing and gesticulating wildly as Morgan talked to him, finally putting his hands on Spencer’s shoulders to calm him.

Whatever Morgan said to him, seemed to work. 

You watched from the sidelines as he calmly walked back to the home plate. 

Stephen was the one pitching this inning and he had a pretty good throw. But you believed in Spencer.

“Come on Spencer! You can do it!” you hollered.

You watched his posture change from nervousness to more confident. There had definitely been some sort of change in him.

The ball left Stephen’s hand and went flying Spencer’s way. You found yourself holding your breath and you actually flinched at the sudden crack of the bat hitting the ball.

Spencer seemed stunned for a moment as the ball soared towards the outfield, high above everyone’s heads.

“Run, run!” you and the rest of the team yelled to him, snapping him out of his daze.

Garcia was on second base and Rossi was on third. They went running as the other team scrambled to catch the ball in time. 

Rossi crossed the home plate, causing loud hoots and cheers from the audience that continued on as Penelope made it home right behind him.

Spencer hit first base and second by the time Matt had retrieved the ball. You noticed Spencer pick up speed and whiz past third base, trying to make it in time before the ball reached the pitcher again.

The cheers grew louder as loved ones shouted their encouragement to Spencer in hopes he made it home.

He slid home moments before the ball met Stephen’s glove bringing the game to an end in a 5-8 win.

The bleachers erupted in screams, as did you and the rest of your team. 

Morgan practically tackled Spencer in a hug, Spencer’s grin so big it rivaled the brightness of the afternoon sun. 

You were right behind Morgan to greet Spencer. Morgan had just let him go as you ran up to him.

“Spence, that was awesome!” you cried. 

In your excitement you grabbed Spencer’s face and kissed him hard, not even thinking of what you were doing until after you’d already pulled away.

He stood frozen and stunned, a smile on his face and you grinned, realizing you didn’t regret it one bit.

Everyone else had been too busy to see it, you assumed, so before the rest of the team swarmed him you called to him.

“You deserved that!”

Just then, the other six members reached him, swallowing him up in their excitement. His smile never left his face and his eyes flicked to you numerous times, an almost shyness to him.

You had assumed no one had seen the kiss until you overheard Morgan’s comment to Spencer.

“Way to go pretty boy! You didn’t just get one home run today, you got two!”

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[pastelwitchling]

Hi! I have never done something like this, i don’t even know how it works, or how i should do it 😬🙈 it’s m’y first prompt but also this is the first time i leave a comment 🙈 my english is not very good, so, sorry in advance, but i was listening Coldplay’s A Sky Full Of Stars, and all i was imaginig was malex. And your stories are the best!!! So, If you have time, and if you like the idea, can you write something like: Michael wrote this song for alex, (and maybe he sang in front of everyone) because he wanted to show him how important Alex is for him, how much he loves him, And why not how much he regrets what happened with Maria 😬🙈 i want everyone, and especially Liz and Maria to understand how they didn’t know anything and how bad friends they were/are... Thank you for all your work!! J’adore!! And merciiii in advance!!! Even if you don’t write something inspired by this, i like the fact that i can share something i think or feel... So thank you for this space and for your creations!!

by @m-chuchi.

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               Michael tapped the back of his hand with the piece of paper he’d been clinging to since he left the airstream an hour ago.

He’d barely finished writing down the last of his thoughts, everything he’d been keeping in since long before Alex showed up in front of his airstream with a whole team of air force soldiers.

               And he’d given himself ten whole seconds of pacing, of telling himself what a terrible idea it was, before his defenses went out the window and he’d slammed the gas on his way to the Pony. Because it was Open Mic Night. And he’d heard from Isobel that there was one person who was definitely planning to sing.

               Not that Michael had tackled him the second he’d opened the doors. No, he’d stayed in the back, staring at Alex in his booth with Kyle, inching closer and closer without realizing he was doing it. As Alex smiled and laughed with Kyle, as Kyle repeatedly touched his arm or ruffled his hair (he was going to kill that doctor someday), Michael had to remind himself that if Alex didn’t want to keep things going with Forrest Long, then he definitely wouldn’t be starting anything up with his straight best friend.

               He spotted Liz and Maria at the bar, also glancing at Alex every so often as they shared a secret conversation, but didn’t approach them. The last thing he needed was Alex seeing him around Maria this soon and getting the wrong idea. According to Isobel, Forrest had left some parting words for Alex before heading back to New York. Namely that his friends weren’t really his friends.

               When Isobel had asked Alex about it, he’d confessed he felt a little betrayed that Liz had played favorites and Maria had done any of it in the first place. Nothing he hadn’t already told Maria and Liz themselves. Which was why they wouldn’t approach him now. That, and the fact that Kyle seemed to always have an excuse to keep either of them away.

               “It’s temporary,” Isobel had told him. “He just wants them to know he’s hurt. But neither of them wants to think they did anything wrong, so it’s taking a little longer.”

               If Michael was being completely honest, he felt a little bad for Liz and Maria, but worse for himself. He at least knew he’d hurt Alex, but his problem, unlike the women’s, lied with trust. Alex didn’t think he was anything special to Michael, not after he’d dated his best friend and dismissed him so many times. There was very little Michael could do to prove that the airman mattered more to him than anybody else.

               But this, Michael thought, nearly tearing the paper in his nervous grip, this might fix things.

               “. . . Alex Manes.”

               Michael blinked. Caught in his own mess of thoughts, he missed the introduction to Alex’s performance. Move, he thought, and without any chance to change his mind, he quickly closed the distance between himself and Alex as Alex headed to the stage.

               “Take this,” was his greeting, slipping the piece of paper into Alex’s hand.

               Alex frowned. “What’s this?” he asked, and without waiting for Michael’s answer, he unfolded the torn paper and quickly scanned the contents. He blinked, startled, and looked back up at Michael. Something shifted in his expression. “Guerin, what is this?”

               Michael held Alex’s gaze, which wasn’t hard since he didn’t think he could look away if he tried. “A song. I – I wrote it. I want you to sing it, Alex.”

               Alex clenched his jaw. His dark eyes glistened to bright hazel for just a moment, like he could hear Michael’s song in his ears, feel everything he’d felt as he’d written those words.

               “Why me?” he croaked, looking at Michael like he was terrified one word or touch from the cowboy would shatter him.

               And for the first time in a year of pretending and trying to be someone he wasn’t, Michael genuinely smiled, helpless and in love. “You know why.”

               Because it’s you. It’s us. And you have to be the one to sing it.

               Alex bit his lower lip, hesitant. He glanced back at Kyle who seemed to realize that he was in safe hands. Kyle made a shooing gesture at him to get to the stage. Alex held the paper against his chest, locked eyes with Michael one more time, and went on to the microphone.

               He sat at his piano and set the lyrics in front of him. His brows furrowed in that cute way they always did when he was concentrating, and his fingers hovered over the starting notes. Michael didn’t write songs. Science was always his specialty, not heart. But there’d been one or two instances in the past when he’d sat down at his guitar and worked at a melody that was what it is now.

               Meeting Alex, in his dark clothes and black eyeliner and all his piercings and beautiful, kind smile and warm eyes, had given him his chorus. Turning his own back on Alex, seeing him happy without Michael, that had given him his verses. The risk of losing him forever had given him words.

He’d never known what to really make of the music he’d made, but when Alex started to sing, all doubt and nerves left his mind. All he could do was listen to his airman. Somehow, he found a chair and thoughtlessly sat down, his eyes never leaving Alex as his fingers flew along the piano keys, as he sung the words into the microphone with the same anguish and hope and love Michael had felt writing them.

As he sung, Michael’s eyes burned. So we’re still connected, he thought. They were beyond a relationship, beyond just two men. They were the entire cosmic universe of stars in one love. They were for each other, and no one else. Anyone who listened to Alex sing now, sing Michael’s words, would know that he was part of another heart, another soul. And Michael would never give him up to anybody. Not ever again.

Alex’s eyes glistened but his voice never wavered, as if he’d been longing to say these same words to Michael, too. Out of the corner of his eye, Michael saw Liz and Maria staring, Liz’s eyes filled with tears as a few had already escaped Maria’s. Michael saw Liz glance at him and back at Alex, as if seeing them together for the first time.

Michael wondered if they were anything like she’d expected. If they made any sense at all to someone like her, who operated in logic and reason. In what universe, after all, did an air force captain descended from alien hunters and an angry alien cowboy ever fit?

Michael didn’t care. Alex was his, it didn’t matter how. Only that he was.

When Alex played that last note, the bar erupted into cheers. Michael could even hear Kyle applauding behind him and Liz and Maria clapping, too, but Alex didn’t seem to see any of them. His eyes were fixed on Michael.

Michael was at the stage’s side before Alex could even stand. Alex stepped down, closer than an arm’s length away, shaking his head.

“I didn’t know,” he said weakly, as if the song had drained him completely.

Michael swallowed the lump in his throat. He took a step closer. “I didn’t let you.”

Alex noticed and didn’t stop him. He held up the paper. “Can I keep this?”

“It’s yours,” he scoffed. “It’s always been yours.”

Alex pursed his lips. “And you mean it?”

“Every word,” Michael breathed, moving close enough now to press their foreheads together.

Alex exhaled shakily, grabbing Michael’s jacket tightly. “Then why aren’t you kissing me?”

That was all Michael needed. He closed the distance between them, wrapping Alex in his arms without a care to who was watching, and taking his lips in his own. Alex’s hands came up to hold his face, tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Michael might’ve moaned, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to touch more of Alex, taste more of him. If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up again.

Alex’s taste, his warmth, his beautiful tiny whimpers into Michael’s mouth – it was all so overwhelming that Michael wanted to drag him out to the parking lot and take him apart in the backseat of his truck.

Somewhere behind him, he could hear people approaching them, could hear Kyle’s voice saying, “Give ‘em a minute. You can talk to him tomorrow.”

Michael briefly imagined Liz and Maria trying to approach them, then felt the brush of Alex’s tongue against his, and all other thought vanished. Good, he thought at Kyle keeping the others back. He didn’t think he was willing to let Alex go for a single second.

“G-Guerin,” Alex breathed in between kisses as Michael slid a hand around the hem of his shirt. “We can’t – not here –”

Michael took his hand and kissed his fingers roughly, not wanting to be apart from him for even a breath. “Then come on,” he said. “I’m having you. Right now.”

And he pulled Alex towards the door, leaving the noise and conversations to be had behind them, Michael’s song to them between their clasped hands.

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I’m not taking prompts (so please don’t send them in), this is just really late.

Merci beaucoup pour ton message, c’est très gentil de toi! (I’m so sorry for my awful French, I’m very rusty.)

Also, for those who didn’t know, I’m having an IG live for the last couple of pages of Heroes Never Die, chapter two. Right now, it’s looking like it might be this Tuesday. I thought it’d be a fun way to connect with you guys, let you see my writing process, etc. (Because so much happens in those last couple of pages). I’ll be writing for most of it, and it’ll be about an hour, but maybe you guys can come along and write with me? It might be fun. And then the following day, hopefully after edits, I can post the second chapter. I’ll keep my IG updated on the exact time, if anyone’s interested.

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Andy on Asian Animation or SYAC: The Master Review 2

Let’s talk a bit about anime and Dobson’s work relation with it.

I think we can all agree, that starting from the late 90s and early 2000s on, anime and manga became extremely popular in the western world. Sure, Japanese animation was nothing completely new to us (Speed Racer, Nadia-Secret of Blue Water, Samurai Pizza Cats, Sailor Moon, Kimba and Akira e.g. come to my mind as properties already known in the west before 1995) but it really was around this time that thanks to “mainstream” stuff like Dragon Ball and Pokemon people became aware of how different Japanese animation was from western. Eventually resulting in the really good shit (like Cowboy Bebop, Black Lagoon, Kenshin and Heat Guy J) coming over and enriching nerd culture for more than just a few people who knew of it as an obscurity at that point. Now, if you know anything about Dobson, you likely know that his relationship with anime is rather… complicated to say the least. Or, to let him explain it with his own words…

Dobson essentially likes silly and wacky 90s anime. But later on he hated anime in general, because it got too popular and a bad experience with an anime club in college soured his enjoyment of it. Furthermore, he put the blame on his lackluster art style and storytelling capabilities as seen in the likes of Formera, Patty and Alex ze Pirate, on anime in general, while also claiming that Disney pulling the plug on 2D animation is the result of the “anime inspired” Treasure Planet, meaning anime in a sense deprived him of his chance at working at his dream job and “ruining” western animation.

Which to me has always been ignorant as fuck. For starters, I can understand not liking certain stories or genres, either for objective or subjective reasons. But to hate on an entire nation’s form of entertainment (not just individual shows or genres), depriving yourself of the chance of potentially watching a lot of good stuff while also being rather insulting to these other works and people enjoying them? Especially when the stuff you can supposedly “stomach” has been rather simplistic compared to other things?

 Second, blaming Japan for “poisoning” your art style? What, did the ghost of Osamu Tezuka possess you and FORCE you to put sweatdrops on your characters forehead while also going for the rather simplistic character style of Rumiko Takahashi, as well as emulating the slapstick of the likes as Slayers and Ranma ½?

 Next, if he had emulated them successfully, I say he would have actually managed to tell decent enough stories worth to read online. Not create Uncle Peggy aka “Discount Happosai” or the bland proto-Isekai known as Formera.

I mean, let’s give some context here: There have been people who successfully managed to emulate certain anime and manga aesthetics into western animation and make it work. Otherwise we wouldn’t have gotten the likes of Avatar-The last Airbender, Samurai Jack, the Animatrix, Thundercats 2011, Super Robot Monkey Hyperforce Go, Kim Possible, W.I.T.C.H, Megas XLR and Wakfu. You know, shows that are actually awesome as hell.

Heck, Dobson’s favorite animated show of the last decade, Steven Universe, is heavily inspired by anime aesthetics to the point of being embarrassing.

 But Dobson… well, he emulated anime aesthetics in his work the same way as these crimes against animation did.

Combined with his general shortcomings as a storyteller it is no wonder his initial comics did not do well.

 Lastly, and sorry for digressing here a bit, but if the Wikipedia entry on Treasure Planet is something to go by, there was no real inspiration by anime involved in making this movie.

Supposedly the idea of making an animated Treasure Planet in outer space movie was already pitched by Ron Clements WAY BACK in 1985 but only came to be after Michael Eisner greenlighted stuff in the late 90s. Design wise the movie was supposed to look 70% traditional and 30% sci-fi inspired and people took inspiration for the art style by illustrators associated with the Brandywine School of Illustration. A western style of illustration established in the 19th century, that had a big impact on the illustration styles for many 19th and early 20th century adventure novels and short stories.

What, is anime supposed to be the only form of animation allowed to have sci fi elements or steampunk in it? Fucks sake, The Lion King and Atlantis, which came out one year earlier to Treasure Planet, were likely more inspired by anime. Don’t believe me? Watch Atlantis and then a certain anime by Studio Gainax called “Nadia-Secret of Blue Water”. Or read up on the controversy surrounding the two.

The truth is, it is not entirely clear what caused Disney to shut down 2D feature film animation in the early 2000s. In fact, if anything, most people put the blame on Michael Eisner and a certain change in the publics taste in movies in general, combined with Disney trying to turn almost every movie they had into a franchise via cheap follow up movies on video and DVD.

And even if Disney did not shut down, are we really supposed to believe that a certain guy with fedora would have made it big at Disney to the point Alex ze Pirate would have been made into a feature film?

But Dobson could never quite understand this and instead of “reinventing” himself properly, he would rant about anime and its fans in one form or another…

 And on the peak of his hissy fit create this little art piece he baptized Anime Sux. Alternatively “West vs East”. Or as I like to call it, slap a jap.

Now, the pic was done in 2008 and Dobson claimed sometimes in the last decade, that he no longer holds his old opinions. Unfortunately, by that point he would also more or less use the chance to vent in his webcomic about anime (or rather its fans), which brings us finally back to SYAC.

 While Dobson never outright thematized in more detail WHY he hates anime and manga in SYAC (likely cause if his comic reasoning was even slightly like his reasoning in his blogs, people would have torn him apart like a bag of paper) he did use the format to punch down on anime fans and their preferences.

 For example, for someone who has a 4chan story going around of having been rather arrogant towards others in college for not liking Ranma ½, Dobson has THIS little college related comic to show off, where he portrays an aspiring manga artist as a delusional jackass.

Then in this strip titled manga, his manga fan is essentially portrayed as a young woman dressing up like a very stereotypical high school anime girl, who is in the wrong for even just DARING to draw her comics in the direction manga are read.

On one hand, I get Dobson’s point. She could be at risk of alienating a market of readers as she is obviously drawing for a western audience. Then again, if she doesn’t draw a traditional western comic but a manga, why shouldn’t she? I mean, as long as she enjoys it, which I assume she does as she seems genuinely just happy when stating that she likes manga, why not let her? Plus, this comic was drawn in the late 2000s. I think by then most people kinda knew how to read from right to left, so Dobson’s claim she would alienate or confuse people is kinda redundant. If anything I find a) Dobson getting angry at her just very petty (just let her have fun) and b) portraying a western manga fan as someone who would be confused by the sheer idea of reading stuff from right to left is also in itself just really dumb and insulting. What is Dobson trying to imply? That anime fans are so stuck in the way they consume certain media, they can’t act according to “western standards” again?

Then there is this strip where yet another female anime fan is essentially portrayed as the embodiment of how “ignorant” manga fans are of the idea of different art styles...

Which becomes rather laughable once Dobson describes his style as a mixture of European, American and  Japanese. Why? Because he is the one oversimplifying things, rather than the anime fan.

You see while anime and manga of all sorts do share certain aesthetics (like the black and white art style, emphasize on the eyes of characters, the way hair is drawn, recurring tropes within certain genres and so on) style wise (both in art and storytelling) there can be severe differences, depending on the artist alone. Akira Toriyama’s style differentiates significantly from the likes of Eichiro Oda, Rumiko Takahashi, Kentaro Miura, Tezuka, Kaori Yuki and so forth.

The same also goes for many western artists. Herge had a significantly different style from Uderzo and Goscinny. Don Rosa has a different style in which he drew Scrooge McDuck than Carl Barks did. Rob Liefeld and Jim Lee draw mainstream superheroes differently compared to how Jack Kirby, George Perez and others did. Heck, Ethan Van Sciver and Jim Lee were closely associated with Green Lantern in the 2000s and look how they differentiate.

 Which btw is the kind of skill level Dobson would have needed to have, to make it in the mainstream industry

So when Dobson says “I draw in a combination of American, Western and Japanese” all I can think is the following: THAT DOESN’T NARROW IT DOWN! WHAT THE HECK HAVE YOU LEARNT IN COLLEGE ABOUT COMICS? WHICH ARTISTS, WORKS AND STORYTELLERS DO YOU TRY TO EITHER EMULATE OR HAVE BEEN INSPIRED BY?

Then there is this little thing…

Where do I even begin? How about the fact that Dobson’s hand in the last panel looks like he has lost a thumb? The fact that the little boy, anime fan or not, is aware of Sae Sawanoguchi, a character from a short lived OVA and anime series from the 90s, which considering his age, I kinda doubt he would be aware off. Unlike Dobson, who got into anime in the 90s and admits in fact within the posts I loaded up earlier, that he had watched the anime in particular, known in the west as Magic User Club.

Then there is the implication by Dobson, that anime is so “corruptive” as a medium, little kids don’t even know the most basic characters in western animation because of it. I expect in a next panel, that all of sudden some 50s PSA guy comes along and lectures me that if I want this kind of thing not to happen at MY convention, I need to teach little kids more about the GOOD western animation, instead of the BAD eastern one. Then there is this rather unflattering portrayal of a shonen ai/shojou ai fangirl…

 Which makes me laugh cause honestly, even some of the worst shonen ai and shojou ai can do better in portraying a “realistic” gay relationship than Patty if you ask me.

Also, as much as I think fangirls can be extremely thirsty (I have read my fair share of extremely stupid yaoi and yuri fanfics) I think that in hindsight Dobson is really not anyone to complain about shipping obsession and sex when he himself has KorraSami, the Ladybug fandom and a certain rat pirate under his floppy belt.

As you can imagine, Dobson would get heat for those comics, considering how he himself has been greatly inspired by anime and manga for his major comics. And while I don’t have any explicit deviantart posts of him reacting to criticism in that regard, I do have this comic which addresses it directly.

 And yeah, if I were schoolgirl number 4, I would just sigh and walk away after telling Dobson that his mistakes and shortcomings are not related to having consumed anime, but rather by what sort of anime (and other stories) he had consumed and the amount of effort he had put in creating his stories instead of emulating just something more popular. Plus, if you really want people to draw more from life, how about drawing more from life yourself down the line? And no, tracing Star Wars movie frames does not count.

Finally, Dobson, considering how very little most people think of your work, I say mission accomplished: People have learnt from your mistakes and know not to be a Dobson.

And at last, there is this comic, which kinda wraps up Dobson’s “vendetta” with anime and manga fans within the pages of SYAC.

By trying to mock anime fans and make them look just as shallow as he is. I at least suppose. Honestly, the message of this comic is rather muddled. On one hand, I would say the strawman accusing Dobson hates anime just because it is popular is very simplified. After all, Dobson has made his reasons for not liking anime clear in a few more details. It’s just that the details in and on themselves in real life are still rather shallow and boil down to a lot of personal bias rather than an objective criticism of actual flaws. Which I think is worth pointing out.

But frankly, what is Dobson trying to say or point out here? That the strawman is not so different or even dumber than him, because he hates Justin Bieber for “shallow” and superficial reasons too?

Okay, this doesn’t quite work as well as Dobson wants. First, the argument Dobson’s strawman makes is in huge parts based on some verified statements Dobson made for not liking anime. Second, he just says a name and that triggers the guy to express his hatred for Bieber. We don’t know why the guy hates Bieber and you could make in fact the case, that he hates him not because he is popular, but because he has a genuine issue with the artist, his work or his behavior as a human being. Third, if you want to make yourself look like the better person Dobson, try to argue with the guy and make solid arguments why you don’t like anime. Instead you just deflect the criticism by changing the subject and then try to make yourself look like the “smarter” person in the room by mocking your critic in the most condescending manner.

Which as I think about it, sounds like your modus operandi on twitter and tumblr.

Weirdly enough, that more or less marks the “end” of Dobson tackling anime fans and the beef he has with them within the pages of SYAC. Despite how much Dobson’s negative reputation especially in early years was build around him hating on anime and belittling its fans, he didn’t really do more afterwards in the Dobson focused pages of SYAC. And mind you, those strips were also separated by other strips in-between, focused on Dobson just being at conventions.

Unfortunately for him, the strips didn’t really help in any way to diminish that negative reputation and instead just confirmed for many, that Dobson can’t handle criticism about his flawed opinion on anime. If anything, it just made people think even less of Dobson, as the strips just painted him as someone who would rather portray his critics as strawman he can be “rightfully” annoyed at, instead of fellow humans with slightly different tastes in entertainment, who are still worth listening to.

So, now that we have the anime fan related “annoyances” out of the way, what other sort of silly problems in making webcomics would Dobson cover in his strips and are “relatable” to everyone?

Lets see some of these examples in the next part.

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