#michael jones you'll always be the love of my life

[calumsash]

.

[thesquidkid]

thesquidkid's masterpost

Here you will be able to find all the fics that I've ever poster under this username, whether it's here on tumblr or on my ao3

I mostly write for Roswell, New Mexico, but I also have an ongoing Fast & Furious fic, a post No Way Home fic, and two original works.

I also have some RNM projects which don't really count as fics, but that I am still very proud of: a three part science meta (where I break down the science episode by episode) , and three lego short films (1x01, 3x01, 3x06)

Feel free to sent me a prompt anytime! I'm always happy to write more and procrastinate my wips

All the links will be under the read more, divided by fandoms, with the newer fics on top. I'll also provide a summary to make it easier to navigate (bc rn it's not easy, even for me 😂)

All of my fics are tagged with #thesquidkid writes (the tags under this post are my personal ones in case you wanna see my original content)

Roswell, New Mexico science meta: a project I did (and that I will update for the upcoming season once it's aired), where I tried to break down the science used in the show (please note that I wanted to preserve my sanity and hence only looked at the 'real' science. I am however a huge nerd and will very likely dive into the 'alien' science some day). Here are seasons 1, 2, 3.

Roswell, New Mexico finished fics:

the clock is ticking, the flame approaches the end of your life's wick: angsty malex fic, with major character death (please watch the tags) (ao3)

I don't see us ever being together ever again: malex week 21 day 5, lost decade (ao3, tumblr)

It's where you go when you're alone: malex week 21, home, flashback to 2008 (ao3, tumblr)

My ambition was a vision I had built in my dreams: malex, alex wears nail polish for the first time in years (ao3, tumblr)

Where I follow, you'll go: echo first meeting, they collide into each other (ao3, tumblr)

Burn the world down (keep him warm): Maria talks to Michael about fire and Alex, RNM Week 2021 day 4 (ao3, tumblr)

Different: Max and Michael talk about Jones, RNN Week 2021 day 2 (ao3, tumblr)

Under the stars: malex proposal, with a wedding (6 chapters) (ao3, tumblr)

Save me I become // Pure evil behind the charade: angst, hurt/comfort where Jones manipulates Michael (7 chapters) (tumblr, ao3)

I was the match and you were the rock: the airstream explodes, Michael lost more than just the place where he lived. (ao3, tumblr)

Have you tried knocking: 3 times isobel interrupts her siblings + 1 time she gets interrupted + 1 time she isn't (ao3, tumblr)

Matching: Isobel gets the tattoo, deleted scene from Pause sur mon épaule, tes peines et tes plaies (tumblr)

Together we can quiet all the noises: 3k of pure malex fluff, following 3x09 (ao3, tumblr)

Pose sur mon épaule, tes peines et tes plaies: Isobel reflects on her life and figures out what she likes (ao3, tumblr)

Make it purr: 3x09 missing scene, the conversation between Sanders and Michael (ao3, tumblr)

Crazy life, crazy family: 3x09 missing scene. Kyle wakes up and learns about everything he missed while in a coma (ao3, tumblr)

Through the clouds I see love shine: pre 3x09, malex talks about love and their relationship (ao3, tumblr)

Unnamed delmanes 3x08 coda: Greg calls Maria after she woke up and she invites him over to the pony (tumblr)

Lately I've been feeling so alone: Michael makes gifts out of alien glass for the people he loves (5k of pure fluff) (ao3, tumblr)

I guess it’s been a long way home, trying to face the world alone: coda for 3x07, Alex meets Jones for the first time, who gives Michael a choice he had always dreamt of since he was a kid- his family coming to earth and taking him with them back where they came from. But things are different now, Michael isn't alone on Earth (tumblr)

Remember the time you drove all night: Malex through the years, and their connection to music (ao3, tumblr)

To protect: Max is rethinking the life choices that lead him to being a cop, Forrest helps guide him on the path of books (ao3, tumblr) (part of my friendship series)

Highschool Reminiscents: Maria and Rosa have a chat at the Pony one evening, remembering their high school days (ao3, tumblr) (part of my friendship series)

A new beginning: Alex gets filled in on what he missed during and until 3x05, and that includes Michael's decision to take care of the ones he loves (tumblr)

Unnamed delmanes story: Maria DeLuca is her own saviour, but she lets Gregory Manes in when things get bad (tumblr)

Fight like a girl: Isobel opens a self defense class for young girls and Alex is an instructor there. Michael stumbles upon it (tumblr)

Roswell, New Mexico ongoing fics:

J'avais les yeux occupés à regarder l'passé: Nora (the child of Maria/Michael/Alex) finds herself in 2008, meeting her parents, and living amongst them (ao3) (8/?)

You're gonna be the one that saves me: ongoing coda for 3x08, a look at the different conversations that happened at the Pony that night (ao3) (2/?)

And I, I am feeling a little peculiar: rnm/sense8 au with Max, Isobel, Michael, Alex, Liz, Maria, Forrest and Cam as a cluster and Deep Sky as the enemy organisation (ao3) (5/?)

Marvel fics:

Everything Spider-Man touches, comes to ruin: Spider-Man and Daredevil crossover, post No Way Home (ao3)

Fast and Furious fic:

Agent Pearce and the tiring chase of one Owen Shaw: Roman is an FBI Agent, Owen is a criminal, they end up working together (ao3) (6/?)

Original Works:

The House with Blue Shutters: 10 years ago a little girl disappeared from a mysterious house with blue shutters. 10 years later, the investigation continues (ao3) (5/?)

Pale Death Knocks: Paris is in flammes. But the next day, no one remembers. Ace, a nonbinary young adult finds themselves in the middle of a crisis, with only company Tom, a 5 year old, and two agents from a secret organisation, Arthur and Marceau, working for HATS (ao3) (1/?)

[dreamoonverse]

Heart and Soul (Bucky x OC ) series

Ch. 1 The heavenly and Divine: Diana

(Okay so I love me some Michael Jackson and this lady who does the choreography to this I- immaculate! I hope you all enjoy this like you did the first part. I will try my best to be quick with parts. I do work night shifts so I have to find time around it to work on it but once again enjoy and let me know what you think!)

Series list

Warning: Mild Violence, Drug reference. Audience preferably 18 or older to read

(Song: Dirty Diana By Michael Jackson)

*Scream*

Another broken finger from this guy. About a week ago, I found half a pound of cocaine in the men’s bathroom. At my club, I don’t tolerate drugs. You wanna drink and get wasted go for it hell I do, wanna smoke that blunt and high as fuck, fine with me. But when you bring illegal drugs into my club...we have a problem. Down here in the heart of Memphis, Tennessee. The scene of drug trafficking, money laundering, and whatever you can do to make some profit without getting busted by the cops, you do it. However, most of these drugs can be traced and with a lot of clubs going ‘out of business because some of these assholes don’t know how to keep it under wraps and do it without getting caught. You make one fuck up at my club, you won’t do it again that is for damn sure.

“Who’s your buyer…” Natasha asks, folding her arms looking at the bloodied bruised man in the chair handcuffed.

“Your fucking joking if I’m telling you shit…” He spats out blood from his mouth.

Yelena handles most of the dirty work. She has the metal wrench on his middle finger ready to snap it like a twig. He already lost his index and thumb. Seems more like a dumbass who is scared to rat on his boss.

I examine him looking at all his features. Buzzcut, a bodybuilder most likely, seems like a messy fighter. I look at his white-collar shirt where his neck is. “Pull down the collar,” I instructed, leaning back against the wall in our back room of the club.

Nat takes the collar part of his shirt down revealing a hammerhead shark tattoo. He scoffs, yanking his head back some. He is one of Klause’s men. Make sense. Klaus always has ponds stationed everywhere all of the city and even in the back alleys to our territories. He trades and buys drugs, weapons, supplies on the global black market. He is sloppy and doesn’t care about being caught. He loves the attention and knows he can always disappear and reappear when he wants. This is why he would send some goons to come and sell something like cocaine, a common illegal drug people can get their hands on fast easy money.

I walk up to the man placing one hand on the back of the chair tilting him back some as he struggles to keep his feet grounded. “What a shame your boss would send you to take the heat of his dirty work...your just as sloppy leaving that shit in a bathroom...I could let you relay the message to your boss but let’s make it interesting, shall we...I’m gonna send you back to him...in a garbage bag...” I wink moving my hand from the chair. I turn around hearing all the curses and yelling. He lashes at me like music to my ears. He isn’t the first and he won’t be the last.

Natasha and Yelena move quickly knowing he has to go. “Try not to take too long ladies or you’ll miss the show,” I smirk my back to them and leave the room.

You'll never make me stay

So take your weight off of me

I know your every move

So won't you just let me be

I've been here times before

But I was too blind to see

That you seduce every man

This time you won't seduce me

Indigo Ivy Jones...or as people know her. Diana. The heavenly divine. She was the one leering men in like a lotus eater. She was the one you couldn’t take your eyes off her. If she wanted you, she was gonna have you. Let’s be clear...she wasn’t always like this. If anything, it was like living an alter ego life. She came from a hard-working, loving family in the melting pot city of New Orleans. She loved her friends, excelled in school. That was until she discovered how twisted and cruel this world could be. After one life changing incident, The friends she thought she had eventually turned their back to her, the family she had once found her safe haven made her question why she was brought into this world in the first place. So she left it all behind, the pain, the suffering, no one cared to save her at her worst and she gave everything to everyone. So she gave them what they wanted, the person she feared, hated the most. That is what she became.

She's saying, "That's okay

Hey, baby, do what you please

I have the stuff that you want

I am the thing that you need

She looked me deep in the eyes

She touchin' me so to start

She says there's no turnin’' back"

She trapped me in her heart

She heads to her dressing room in the back removing the leather jacket from her and stripping down to her black lace underwear and bra. She skims the outfits of her wardrobe looking for the desired outfit of the night. She pulls it off the hanger sliding it on her as it snugs around her body. She takes her time with her makeup making it look like a work of art, hiding the scars, the brokenness in her eyes, the emptiness she feels from dusk to dawn every fucking day. This is who she was. The one men would lose their wives, girlfriends, too. What they would give up for just one night of having her under sheets, bodies pressed together, giving in to the pleasure and suffering the pain in the morning. She drowned herself in it, letting the fantasies others only dreamed of come to life. She depended on them in certain ways, thriving to climb a ladder leading to more of her desires. They wanted her and she made use of them in all sorts of ways.

Dirty Diana, nah

Dirty Diana, nah

Dirty Diana, no

Dirty Diana

Let me be

Oh, no

Oh, no

Oh, no

After looking at herself one more time, she practiced her dance. She only felt most alive on stage, a place where she was in control. She knows what she has to do. Letting her pain go, only letting her body do the talking, giving in to whoever and whatever the night makes her. She pulls her black leather jacket on and leaves out the room to find her next victim.

____

The night came fairly fast on Friday night. The long haired brunette finished his hot long shower coming out of the bathroom in a towel wrapped around his waist. He saw the time. He needed to go for a ride this time alone. The boys were all downstairs drinking beers watching a boxing match. Bucky needed to take an edge off. He heard talk of a club in the back alleys of the city. The gang lived in a house out of the town. They needed somewhere isolated and didn't want to be around so many people. And somewhere to keep their beauties locked away safely until it was time to roll out.

He wasn’t one for much talking. His best friend Steve understood how he operates. He knows when he wants alone time and when he wants to hang around. Bucky wasn’t really in the mood for talking tonight, he knew where to go and how to get what he wanted. He was getting someone in bed tonight. He was strictly a one-night stand person. In the morning, his side was empty before most could toss over to feel his chest. No note, number, just the memory of the night before. He didn’t want to get attached. With the stuff he does, it was too dangerous and as much as most of the lovely women were. He guessed he was looking for something a little bit more in a way. But once again, no attachments or so he thinks.

He throws on black pants, boots, a black shirt, and a black leather jacket. He comes downstairs with his keys, putting them in his pocket.

"Stop right there," Sam holds up his football he has randomly tossed to the other boys.

Bucky takes a breath. Here we go again. He rolls his eyes.

"Where are you going, cyborg?" He questions folding his arms.

"Out, alone." Bucky walks to the door, cutting the conversation.

"Have fun," Steve encourages knowing what Bucky is going out for.

___

The club was busy, packed. The smell of cigarette smoke and the clinging of drinks filled the atmosphere. The dancers at each pole giving their best performances as the music drowned out whatever thoughts of tomorrow could bring for now.

Bucky walks in being shown to a table in the center. He never liked it, preferably in the back where he could see everything but seeing that all tables were filled he reluctantly gave in and sat down. He placed his order of a beer to start off, not really one for getting completely wasted. He always needed to be ready for when things would go south. But it took a long while before even getting to the tispy level.

One song eventually faded out and the DJ grabbed the mic. “Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment you all have been waiting for...you saw her before and here again to steal the hearts and drive you wild. The sensational, heavenly, and divine, Diana..” The Dj introduces me to the audience. The whistles and claps I feed off of. It was time.

Oh, no

Oh, no

Oh, no

She likes the boys in the bands

She knows when they come to town

Every musician's fan, after the curtain comes down

She waits at backstage doors, for those who have prestige

Who promise fortune and fame, a life that's so carefree

From the moment she walked out and licked her lips, Bucky knew that he was screwed. He let out a mumbled curse under his breath taking a sip of his beer. When she started to move after tossing her jacket to the side, it was like he was pulled into her. Everything about her was a mystery and he was watching every bit of it.

She's saying, "That's okay

Hey, baby, do what you want

I'll be your night lovin' thing

I'll be the freak you can taunt

I don't care what you say

I wanna go too far

I'll be your everything

If you make me a star"

Dirty Diana, nah

Dirty Diana, nah

Dirty Diana, no

Dirty Diana

He clenched his jaw the whole time, oh the way her legs unfolded effortlessly into that back split. How could she reel him in this fast, he wanted to bite her neck. The lights complementing her light brown skin, he bet it was soft and sweet. Strands of her hair covering her face at times and flipping it back to reveal those dark brown piercing eyes, cat-like in a way. Like he could see something in her no one else could. She was given away her secrets without words. He needed to know them all now...no matter how dark or twisted they could be. He was gonna find out.

Dirty Diana, nah

Dirty Diana, nah

Dirty Diana, no

Dirty Diana

Diana

Diana

From the moment the spotlight hit me, the crowd grew into a settled quietly. They knew better than to even let a pen drop at that moment. The music drowned out anything coming to my mind. I licked my upper lip pulling down the leather jacket tossing it aside letting it find a new owner. It was time to go to work. Each note flowing in my body moved to, I was setting my trap. I kneeled to the ground placing my hands on the floor crawling forward, flipping my hair back, and there he was. Who was this man, the way those icy blue eyes locked on mine. He seemed to be looking deep down, into my soul. How intriguing I found it. Something new and different. Not many men could just do that without paying a price after. I still decide how I will predict my verdict afterward. That long hair, I could tug on that, even with those gloved hands, I can see the veins already, them around my neck. Oh, he was dangerous...I like dangerous…

[screamingintosilence]

Darling, You're the One I Want

Songfic Writing Challenge Day 9

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

A/n: we're back, babes! Oof, post vacation has me needing another vacation just to recover

--

She saw Jughead's wince out of the corner of her eye as she unwrapped a brilliant pair of white diamond earrings gifted to her by Veronica. It was so tiny that only someone who spent every day with him and knew him better than he knew himself would have caught it.

“Only the best for my B!” Veronica clapped happily from her perch on Archie's lap. Betty thanked her profusely, getting up to give her a hug, her smile genuine with gratitude to one of her favorite people, but still worrying about Jughead in the back of her mind.

Betty was surrounded by her friends in celebration of her 25th birthday and she felt truly blessed to have all these people in her life.

Toni was sitting with her legs lapped over Cheryl's, the newly engaged - as of last month - Veronica and Archie in their little bubble of joy, Fangs and Kevin curled up next to each other deciding that they are definitely “on” again, and Sweet Pea and Reggie sitting at the kitchen table, being very much Bros and having an arm wrestling contest...again.

And then there was Jughead Jones the third, the love of her life since they were only 15. He was her saving grace as much as she was his. He had recently signed a publishing deal on his book about Jason's murder and the out fall that it caused, a long fought battle that he'd finally won out.

She was so beyond proud of him. She knew all of their friends were, but she had seen him through every long night, every midnight cup of coffee, every frustrated rejection. She had seen the full ten years of this book in the making, and seeing him finally achieve everything he had wanted since he was a little kid writing stories in Archie's treehouse, she knew how much he'd deserved this.

As she opened the next gift Cheryl, a beautiful, white Michael Kors purse, she saw Jughead’s mouth tick as he forced a smile as he abruptly stood, quietly saying that he'd “be right back” and rushed out of the room.

After she hugged her cousin, telling her how much she loved it, and gave it to Veronica to ogle, she followed after her love to their bedroom.

She stood in the doorway, watching him pace back and forth in agitation, biting his thumb nail and running his hand through his hair. She bit her lip in worry.

“Juggie?” His eyes snapped up to her, widening and looking like a cornered animal. “Are you ok, sweetheart? You're worrying me.”

He visibly deflated, reaching out and pulling her towards him, wrapping his much larger frame around her smaller one. Shoving his nose into the strands of her hair, he breathed deeply, letting the smell of her calm and comfort him.

“Jug?” she asked again, her hand stroking up and down his back in assurance that she was there.

He let out a deep sigh, shifting his face so that his cheek rested on the crown of her head.

“Yeah, I'm ok Betts.” She stayed silent, his tone lingering at the end, letting her know that he had more to say. “It's just hard sometimes, ya know? Seeing all the nice things that Veronica and Cheryl can get for you, and you deserve it! Don't get me wrong, you deserve the world and then some, but knowing it's not me that can give it to you? At least, not yet, even with the signing bonus. It's just...it's just so hard and-and I know I'm not handling it with the most grace, but I-I don't know,” he broke off abruptly as if realizing he was rambling.

His arms were tight around her, as if scared she might disappear. She was the very best thing to ever happen to him, his absolute favorite person in the whole world.

“I guess I'm just scared that one day you'll actually wake up and realize that there is someone who can give you all those things, more than I'll ever be able to no matter how many books I publish, and you'll leave me behind.” Betty snorted. “I know, it's crazy, but-”

“Not only is it crazy, it's probably the dumbest thing I have ever heard you say, and I've heard you and Archie play video games.”

“I know, I know. But it's just… I want to marry you Betts. I want to give you this big rock so everyone within a mile can see that you're mine, because it's what you deserve. But it sucks because I want to marry you now and I don't have the ridiculous amount of money for something like that.” Betty pushed him back so he could meet her eyes.

She framed his face between her palms, gently stroking his cheekbones with her thumbs. “Forsythe Pendelton Jones the Third, you listen to me, and you listen good, ok?” He nodded.

“Cheryl and Veronica have a skewed sense of the world and spend money just to spend money, that's what happens when you're an heiress. They don't really have an appreciation for anything less. And yeah, the things they get me are nice and lovely and I like them a lot, but I know that the price of those things barely affects their bank accounts. Knowing how much you toil away and save to get me anything nice is just more to me, especially from you because you're my whole world, Jug.

“And I don't want or need a big rock, good Lord it would be obnoxious.” He laughed at how her nose crinkled at the thought. “Honestly, sweetheart, you could ask me to marry you with a Ring Pop or a paper ring, like the ones we used to make when we were 5, you remember?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “You always made the prettiest ones.”

She smiled, “My point being, you can ask me without spending a dime and I would say yes every time, Juggie. I love you and I want to marry you no matter what, ok?” Her green eyes stared into his blue intently.

His gaze held hers, discerning that she was telling him the truth, not that she would ever lie to him. Betty never did with him, their relationship was based 100% honesty. Letting out another sigh, this time of relief, he nodded before pulling her into a passionate kiss.

There was a knocking from the doorway that brought them back to attention that they still had an apartment full of friends and that know wasn't the time to get lost in each other.

“Hey lovebirds, everything ok in here?” Archie inquired, forehead creased in concern for his two best friends.

“Yup!” Betty chimed with a genuine, trademark, Betty Cooper megawatt smile, her hand squeezing Jughead's tightly in continuous reassurance.

“That's great,” he grinned back. “You just have Jug’s present left to open Betty.”

She felt Jug squeeze her hand back, a little too much for just a moment, before relaxing once more into a comforting grip.

She practically skipped out of the room, both boys following in her wake, chuckling at her enthusiasm.

Once back in the living room, Jughead scooped up his present from the coffee table where all the gifts had been gathered, handing it to her with a flourish.

She grinned up at him and wasted no time ripping through the wrapping paper. She got through the tape securing the flaps of the cardboard box together with minor difficulty, only to be met with an explosion of tinsel hiding whatever was in the box from her gaze.

“Really, Juggie?” She gave him a sidelong glace of faked annoyance as their friends laughed. He smirked in response, nodding at her to continue.

“This is going to be a bitch to clean up,” she quipped, throwing handfuls of the glittery strands onto the floor, searching for whatever it is he had hidden in the depths of cardboard.

Her hand wrapped around a small velvet box and she froze, the room going quiet as her eyes grew wide. She couldn't move her hand from still inside the cardboard box, her mind racing, realizing what it was.

“Betts?” Jughead's voice wobbled in slight concern. Her eyes snapped up, reaching his equally as wide eyes, taking in his stance in front of her - one knee on the ground, the other bent.

His hand reached into where hers still was frozen, taking the box from her grasp and pulling it out so all their friends could see. Her eyes never left his as she still was trying to figure out how to breathe.

“Elizabeth Cooper, baby, Betty, Betts. You're my everything. Everything good in my life is because of you, because you fought for me and made it that way. You make me the best possible version of myself, I couldn’t be me without you. I-”

Her brain and her breathing had finally caught up to where she needed them to be, comprehending just what was happening before she launched herself at him, cutting off the rest of his speech as she tackled him to the ground.

“Oof, Betts, I-”

“Yes! Yes yes yes yes yes, a million, billion, trillion times yes!” She pressed her lips his hurriedly, her tongue seeking entrance into his mouth, only vaguely registering all their friends cheering, wolf whistling, and squealing (which distinctly sounded like it came from Reggie).

“You didn't even let me finish!” Jughead laughed, pulling back from her.

“I don't care!” She was sure her face could power Manhattan from how brightly she was smiling. “You can finish it later, I'm just… Oh my god, I'm engaged! I love you so much,” she pressed her lips to his once more, trying to deepen it before he gently pushed her back.

He chuckled at her furrowed brow at his rejection. “Don't you want to see your ring, sweetheart?” He popped the lid of the velvet black box that had stayed securely in his grasp through the altercation, displaying a beautiful thin gold band, with a single brilliant white diamond. Simple, delicate, elegant - Betty in every way.

“I know it's no paper ring,” he ribbed.

“You know I usually hate the word, but it's perfect, Juggie. Even I couldn't make a paper ring this good,” she laughed as he slipped the cool metal onto her left ring finger.

She gazed at it lovingly, watching the facets catch the light, before pulling her fiance in for another kiss, loving just how right the weight felt on her hand.