#anyway... just miss sharing moments nd having inside jokes

[bunnihearted]

i miss friends nd inside jokes. everytime i rewatched game of thrones telltale theres this moment where one of the characters says smth abt potatoes nd then u can choose "u fuck potatoes?!" as a dialogue option, nd i always sent that to my friend on snapchat nd we laughed abt it every single time. now i always feel empty nd hollow bc i wanna share it w her but we havent talked in 9yrs.

[harryshollands]

WELCOME HOME (2/2) HARRISON OSTERFIELD

PART ONE HERE!

Requested:  Yes and no <3

Warnings: Fluff

Paring: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Summary: With everyone back in the UK you’re forced back into your previous routine of seeing Harrison every day because your brother would be dead without him. The only problem seemed to be that you and Haz had yet to formally discuss that night in Venice.

A/N: I already planned on making a second part but the love and requests for the final half were overwhelming. Thank you for all of the support and love and I hope you enjoy. My requests are always open!

Word Count: 1,181

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“Y/N! Have you seen my phone?”

“It’s on the table, Thomas” you replied from the living room, your eyes focused on your book of the month.

Tom had only been home at your shared flat for thirteen and a half hours, but you were already close to putting him back on a plane and shipping him off again for some peace and quiet. It wasn’t like you didn’t love and miss him, but when he constantly forgot where he left his phone it was a stretch.

Harry had opted to sleep off his jetlag back at the family house and the Osterfields were back at their own house. Everyone was adjusting to the timezone changes but you felt uneasy having everyone home.

More specifically, you were uneasy about having Harrison back in his flat only ten minutes away.

After your revelation at the airport, you had gone into your typical Y/N method of panic. 

You were in love with Harrison. Fact.

You would totally have kissed him in Venice. Fact.

He’s your brother’s best mate. Fact.

This was a tricky situation. Fact.

“Thanks, nerd” Tom joked as he grabbed his phone from the dining room before sitting next to you on the couch. Your brother scanned the room before his eyes landed on your book.

“What are you reading?”

You glance at him, a grim smile on your face as you confirm his suspicions.

“War and Peace”.

Why was that answer so dooming?

War and Peace is the one book that you’ve never been able to finish. When you panic to a certain extent, you pick up the same stupid hardcover copy that you accidentally stole in your last year of school and attempt to finish the book within your slump. It was weird, but it helped. You got lost in the words and, despite rereading chapter one alone at least ten times, it was somewhat therapeutic to try and weed out any words you may have missed.

“What happened this time?” Tom asked gently, trying not to rock the boat that was your current mental state.

“Haz and I almost kissed on my last night in Venice”.

The room was silent as Tom processed the information.

“Okay?”

“And we probably would have if Harry hadn’t decided to knock on the door when he did. Then I left and we didn’t talk which isn’t especially weird but normally we check in at least once, you know? Anyway, seeing him yesterday was weird and then I realized that, like, holy shit. I love him. So now I’m having an existential crisis” Your word vomit left you breathless and due to the lack of air you were receiving, you missed your brother’s reaction.

Tom was less than surprised.

He didn’t want to say that he told everyone so, but he totally did.

When you looked at your brother after catching your breath you didn’t expect to see the smug smile on his face.

“I’ve known that you love him since we were seventeen. You can’t fool me, Y/N. I know you better than I know myself”.

You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

Of course, he’d know you better than you know yourself.

“I still don’t understand why this is a War and Peace situation. I mean, he loves you too. It’s not like this will end in flames.” Tom continued, leaving your mind racing once more.

Harrison loves you too. 

And that was it. You jumped up and shoved your book onto Tom’s lap before grabbing your keys.

“Where are you going?”

“To Haz’s. He owes me a kiss” You call out before slamming the front door behind you.

Harrison was laying on his back on his couch, wide awake and unable to sleep. The jetlag already had him in its grip but his mind was racing.

It felt weird to be home after travelling the world. It always did, but it was weirder due to Venice. The airport made him realize just how much everything had changed. You hadn’t even wanted to hug him at first. Did he mess everything up beyond repair? Had you not wanted to kiss him on that balcony?

The doorbell interrupted his thoughts. Harrison wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and hauled himself off the couch, his eyebrows furrowed as he made his way to the front door.

When he opened it he was surprised to see you, but even more surprised as you stepped towards him and pulled his face to yours, pressing your lips together.

Harrison kissed you back instantly, his hands flying to your waist and pulling you flush against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and revelling in the moment.

You pull away first, giggling as his lips instinctively tried to follow yours back before pressing your foreheads together.

“Should’ve kissed me in Venice” Your whisper causing Haz to let out an airy laugh, kissing your lips quickly once again before guiding you inside his apartment and kicking the door shut so that he didn’t have to stop holding you.

“Do you want something to drink, love?” Harrison questioned, earning a gentle laugh from you.

“No. I’m good. You should sleep, though, Haz. You need it after the flight” You tell him gently, looking around the apartment as though you were seeing it through new eyes. Your eyes catch on to the framed picture of the two of you amongst the array of other photos and you allow yourself to smile.

Harrison watched you in awe. He was a goner and he knew it.

“I’ll sleep tonight, Y/N. I want to spend time with you. Hear about what you did while I was gone.” Haz objected, watching as you shake your head.

“Let’s take a nap then, okay? I’ll still be here when you wake up and the stories aren’t going anyone, Haz” You compromise.

The blue eyes man gave in, mumbling something like ‘okay, but only because you’re staying’.

He gripped your hand as you led him down the hallway to his bedroom. Haz wanted to crack a joke but as soon as your head hit his pillow his heart warmed. You opened your arms, gesturing for him to cuddle with you, to which he let himself fall onto the bed and snuggle against your chest.

“I missed you” He mumbled against your skin. You felt the butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you laced your hands through his hair, massaging his scalp gently.

“I missed you too” You coo back, smiling at him as he looked up at you.

“I wanna take you on a date sometime” he mutters into the quiet room, watching as your face flushed.

“I’d like that” You respond softly as Haz pressed a kiss to your jaw before snuggling into your side. 

Your legs were tangled together as you started to drift off to sleep, only to hear Harrison mumble his confession.

“I love you, Y/N/N” He whispered as he started to fall asleep. You mutter your response into the open air.

“I love you too, Haz. Welcome home”.

[erisgregory]

Satellite Call 6

cross posted to AO3

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Relationship: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes Additional Tags: Michael is an Escort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Shameless Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary: Alex is home from the air force but finds he is as lonely as ever. He engages an escort one night under a pseudonym and when the escort arrives it’s his high school love, Michael Guerin. Thankfully for both of them Michael is a professional. However one night couldn’t possibly make up for all they’ve missed. Can they keep an ongoing relationship professional? Can they learn to trust that there is something more than this transaction between them?

Michael has had a shit night. Granted it had started out on a high note, plotting with Isobel to go give Liz Ortecho a piece of their minds, but it had ended badly and he still wasn’t over it the next morning. Threatening Liz was definitely the right move, he needed to get a feel for her. What type of person was she? Was she likely to spill their secret? Was she scared of them? Those questions needed answers. Getting caught by Max, though, had not been the plan.

Max is pissed, fine. Michael is pissed too and so is Isobel. Max is playing fast and loose with their lives. What’s worse is he’s so enamoured with Liz that he can’t see what he’s doing. He thinks everything will be fine because he completely trusts Liz. Which is crazy! Liz has been gone for ten years. None of them know what kind of person she is yet. Not even Max. But there was no telling the man.

So Michael spent the night out on the ranch, not in his trailer, but where he used to go as a kid, to wait. To hope that there was someone out there looking for him, coming back to get him, to take him home. He knows now it won’t be his mother, and he’s sure it won’t be anyone else from the crash, but maybe, somewhere, there’s still someone looking.

He doesn’t really have hope. It’s more a habit and a way to comfort himself when times get tough and things are as tough as they’d been just now. He laid in the back of his truck and looked up at the stars, wondering for the millionth time just where they’d come from. As usual the stars held no answers.

Needless to say, things are still shit the next morning and they are about to get worse because there’s someone in uniform outside his Airstream when he finally gets home and he’s pretty sure it’s Alex.

It is Alex, he sees when he finally pulls up and parks. Alex is taping some paper to the door of the Airstream. Michael hops out and comes around the truck.

“You keep showing up like this, I’m gonna start thinking you like me.” He says, a twist to his lips. He knows exactly what he’s implying.

Alex doesn’t seem phased by him at all. “The sale of the ranch went through, this land is now property of the U.S. government. You have twenty four hours to move out.”

Michael grabs him by the lapel of his fatigues and slowly draws him forward so he can lean in and whisper, “Why don’t you tell Uncle Sam I’ll think about it?”

“Guerin.” Alex says looking down at his hand then grabs it, pulling it off of him. “What happened at the reunion can not happen again. None of it can happen again. Okay?”

Michael looks away with a sigh before looking back at Alex. So it was going to be like that then? Not only are they not kissing, but nothing else either.

“What happened? I was pretty wasted.” He says.

Alex shakes his head and has the nerve to look disgusted. “Just move your trailer.”

“What’s the Air Force want with the land anyway?” Michael asks him as he’s walking away. “It’s the third dairy ranch you’ve shut down.”

Alex turns, leaning on his cane. “We’re building a new facility.”

“Well, isn’t there some law about building on a historical site?”

“What do you mean a historical… Oh because the UFO crashed here? Yeah,” Alex says with a chuckle, “We’re not supposed to build on top of Santa’s workshop, either.” Then he turns to go.

Michael knows it’s stupid to be hurt by such a harmless offhand comment, but it still stings. It’s just another reminder of the differences that are keeping them apart, the worlds that lie between them. He watches until Alex drives off then turns to go into his Airstream. He tries sleeping because what else would he do after a night of laying awake, but sleep doesn’t come. He’s got too much on his mind and too much of that is Alex and Foster Ranch.

So he decides to head to the Wild Pony. Because why not? He knows where he’s gonna move already, it’s not like it’ll take long to do, and day drinking is sort of his thing anyway. He can get lost in a bottle and stop thinking about his life and how he’s sure Alex isn’t going to engage him any more for his services after that illicit kiss they’d shared at the reunion. Why though? Was he that repugnant?

No, he couldn’t think about it, he needed to drink. Everything was going according to plan until Isobel showed up.

“Ohh, why are you here?” He asks, not really wanting the answer.

“I love this bar.” She tells him and that’s certainly news to him.

“You said this bar was as disgusting as a senator’s sex life.” He points out.

She takes a breath and drops the fake smile. “Max is shutting me out. I thought… maybe you could talk to him.”

Michael doesn’t answer her right away so she tries again. “Something is wrong with him, Michael. And when that happened the last time, you were the only one he would open up to.”

“As you can see, I’m very busy.” Michael says, lifting a bottle of nail polish remover before looking around to see if anyone was looking. Then he poured it into his drink.

“I heard they’re shutting down the Foster ranch. Is that why we’re day brooding? You’re gonna get another job.” Isobel says. “Maybe one that’s not on the site of a crash that killed our family members in a fiery explosion.” She takes his glass and takes a drink.

“Oh. I like it there. I always have. When I was a kid. Nights when I had to get away from whatever crap home I was in, I would hitch a ride to Foster Homestead Ranch.” He admits.

“So what would you do out there all by yourself at night?” Isobel asks, turning to him.

“Wait. Figured that was the last place I saw my family, maybe they’d be back. Or maybe, maybe somebody would come and take me home. Ah for a genius,” he takes another swig of his drink, “I was a real dumbass.”

Isobel didn’t have anything to say to that. She was quiet for a moment and Michael thought maybe she had given up. Until she ordered her own drink. Then he knew she was in it for the long haul.

She followed him over to the pool tables and Michael didn’t know what else they could say to each other. Max wasn’t exactly listening to him lately, was he?

“Go home, Isobel.” He tried.

“I’m not leaving until you agree to talk to Max.” She said stubbornly. He just shook his head at her. “Come on. This is the perfect opportunity for your guys to get over all the ugly history of the last decade and be friends again.”

“Max and I were never meant to be friends.” He said still shaking his head.

“We’re family.” Isobel said instead.

“No. We’re not. We all just happened to hitch the same doomed ride on the same intergalactic titanic. The day Mr. and Mrs. Evans walked into that group home, and they-they picked you two, and they left me behind. That was decided.” Michael told her plainly.

“Max has his entire life trying to make up for that one awful moment. It wasn’t his fault. We were seven.” She hissed.

“He was a grown-ass man last week when he chose Liz over us, Isobel.” Michael retorted.

Behind them Wyatt Long and his buddies were talking about the shooting at the crashdown. They were joking about it saying they should do more than just shoot out some light bulbs. They decided they needed to send those illegals back where they came from.

Isobel grabbed Michael by the sleeve. “They’re going to the Crashdown. If something happens to Arturo or Liz…”

Michael cut her off. “I’m sure Deputy Evans will come to the rescue.”

“Yeah, exactly, he’ll lose it.” She said. “He’s not himself right now Michael. I don’t want him to do something he can’t take back.”

Michael knew she was right to be worried and he hung his head in defeat.

“Yes, Max risked our lives to save Liz. Okay? I am mad too. But she was dying…”

“Mmm.” Michael hummed softly, nodding sarcastically.

“Right in front of him. Come on, Michael, is there really nobody in this world that you wouldn’t risk everything to save?” When Michael looked away she sad. “Sad.” she said, then she turned to leave.

Michael eyes searched the bar and found that one person. Alex. Their eyes met across the bar for just a moment. Alex’s smile faded and he looked down, breaking eye contact with Michael. Maybe Michael could imagine what Max must have felt, but he certainly wasn’t ready to say that out loud and it didn’t change how stupid Max was being.

Even so, he followed Isobel out to the parking lot. He couldn’t just leave Max in trouble, not if there was something he could do about it.

He almost didn’t make it in time. He found Max down the alley choking the guy and using his powers to try and kill him. Michael pulled Max off with his own power, and threw him back away from Wyatt.

Unfortunately Wyatt had seen it all, luckily for everyone involved, though, Isobel is there with her taser. Wyatt Long is out like a light.

“He was gonna kill him.” Michael tells Isobel.

“He killed Liz!” Max says. “Okay. She was dead right in front of me, nd he came back to finish her dad off. People like him don’t stop. They don’t change.”

“So that makes you judge, jury, and executioner.” Michael nods as he says this.

“Michael!” Isobel stops him from saying more. “This isn't you Max. Something has been wrong with you for days. I can feel it, and so can you.”

“You’re right.” Max agrees softly. “Ever since I healed Liz there’s been this poison inside me. I… I don’t know.”

Michael takes off his hat and walks to sit by Max. The three of them will need to figure something out, but just then, none of them had any answers.

Eventually Max tells them he has something to do and they let him go on home. Isobel is still worried though. She pleads with Michael again.

“Talk to Max, see if he’ll explain what he’s feeling in a way that will make sense.” She says.

Michael tells her he’ll work on it and they part ways. Then he goes home and crashes. After being up more than twenty four hours it makes sense. He does check his email before bed and there’s nothing there.

The next morning he’s finishing packing. Everything is down off the walls and into boxes. The pieces of the ship are tucked away neatly as well. He doesn’t have many belongings, but those are what matter most. He finds some old high school pictures that he flips through quickly. There’s one of him and Alex with guitars and without consciously thinking about it, he looks at his ruined hand. He missed being able to lose himself in music.

As he’s loading the last of his belongings into his truck, Alex pulls up. Michael doesn’t think he can handle Alex just then, but he doesn’t have much of a choice.

“Where are you gonna go?” Alex asks as he comes up to the truck.

Michael doesn’t turn around at first. “Tennessee.”

“Really?” Alex asks.

“No. No, there are a couple of people who still need me here. Pick up, uh, work at the junkyard till I figure something else out.” Michael tells him. He continues to load the truck not wanting to look at Alex for too long. He’s too vulnerable.

“Good.” Alex says softly.

“Good?” Michael asks. He leans back against the truck, confused and hurt.

“I spent the night with some old friends. Made me think about… I don’t know. Who I was when this started. Before I went to war.” Alex says haltingly.

“Where I stand nothing’s changed.” Michael’s lips purse. He doesn’t want everything to come flooding out.

Alex laughs without humor. “Yeah. Including the way you look at me. That’s a problem for me, Guerin. ‘Cause every time you look at me, I’m seventeen again. And I forget that the last ten years even happened. And then you look away and I remember all over again. And it almost kills me every time.”

“I never look away.” Michael shakes his head at Alex. “Not really.”

Alex seems to shake himself and turns to go, but instead of heading for his car, he’s heading for the Airstream. Michael grabs him by the arm. “What are you doing?” He asks.

But Alex doesn’t answer. They just stand there looking at each other and something inside clicks for Michael. He follows Alex in and closes the door behind them, locking it. Then he turns to Alex in the small space and Alex runs a hand down his chest before drawing him into a fiery kiss that knocks the wind out of him. He can’t think of anything except Alex in his arms.

He pulls back and just looks at Alex, looks his fill of him before pushing him down on the cramped little bed. He rips his shirt off before covering Alex and kissing him again. Alex is heat and desire and passion and he’s here. Right here. Michael can’t get enough of him. Can’t hardly believe they get to have this without money between them.

Michael strips Alex slowly, gives him time to remove his prosthetic, before diving back in, kissing a line down his body. They get their hands around each other, backs of their hands brushing with each stroke, it’s fast and hot and Michael has to bite his lips so he doesn’t come too fast.

“I need you,” Alex says softly and Michael wants to give him anything. Everything.

“You have me,” Michael promises. He reaches under the bed for lube and a condom. Alex takes the lube from him and starts prepping himself.

“I could do that.” Michael says.

Alex flashes him a smile. “You take too long.”

At that Michael huffs a laugh. “Fine, fine.” He rolls the condom on himself and when Alex is ready he rolls them over so he’s on top.

“This okay?” Alex asks him.

“Yeah.” Michael assures him.

“I’ll need a little support on this side.” Alex warns him, indicating his right side. Michael nods, he gets it.

Then Alex slicks Michael’s cock with some more lube before lining it up behind him. Michael watches as the emotions flutter across his face. And then he’s sinking down onto Michael, taking him in, in one long slide.

“Ahhh,” He sighs as he gets Michael fully seated inside him.

Michael has him by the hips, helping him keep his balance and his fingers tighten unconsciously at the soft sound he makes.

“You feel so good.” Alex whispers.

“You feel amazing.” Michael whispers back.

Then Alex begins to move his hips. First in a little rocking motion that sends tingles up and down Michael’s spine. Then he lifts his hips up and comes down with a small twist. It makes Michael’s mouth dry. He doesn’t quite know what to do with himself. Thankfully Alex leans down to kiss him and Michael gets lost between the feeling of Alex’s tongue in his mouth and Alex’s ass clenching down around him. It’s a heady mix and sooner than he’d like he’s teetering on the edge.

“I can’t last.” Michael tells him in between kisses. He reaches for Alex’s cock but Alex beats him to it, jerking himself off fast and hard.

“Don’t try.” Alex says.

It only takes moments but Alex starts to come over his hand between them and it drags Michael’s orgasm right out of him. He comes hard, pulsing deep inside of Alex.

Alex collapses beside him and Michael wraps him up in his arms, condom tossed somewhere toward to the trash hopefully. He really only cares about this. About Alex’s sleepy and sated expression. Michael thinks he should say something just then, but it sticks in his throat. They don’t talk but fall quickly asleep in each other’s arms.